Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC
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				Title: <strong>Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 19:16:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Every1sAHero.png)</div> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Around_the_City.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~The Farmlands~</strong></span></div><br>Ringing Amberdale are a number of farms.&nbsp; Some common crops are wheat, assorted vegetable, grapes (closer to the Forelorn Hills) and gourdes (closer to Shadow Vale).&nbsp; Typical livestock is cows, goats, sheep, chickens and fish from the local ponds and streams.&nbsp; Just outside of Amberdale is the Temple of Casta.&nbsp; Casta is the Goddess of Healing and Pleasure.&nbsp; The temple was built over a group of hot springs that act as healing baths and places of relaxation for the weary.&nbsp; It is popular with adventurers as the healing rituals of the priests and priestesses of Casta involve massage, acupuncture and the tantric arts.<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Places of Interest</span></em><br><br>Temple of Casta<br>The Warbling Cypress Tree<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>This thread is for any scene in The Farmlands that does not have its own thread.</strong></div><br>Headers<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&lt; URL for your avatar image, if desired &gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Race and Occupation:[/b]<br>[b]Location &amp; Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] &lt;Tag characters you are talking too or mentioning&gt;<br></code></pre><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 19:18:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~Common Threats~</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Small Critters</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/2f7c78c4378b7aae8d237e083732884f.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/8d45c5bc9cdabc9d4e1d73e97b7e13f9.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/6f47b721642b3dc7d0f7c1ae1c7cec24.jpg)</div><br>The bane of every neophyte adventurer.&nbsp; They may look cute or creepy or cooky or all together ookey but don't let their small size or vile cuteness fool you.&nbsp; They can be deadly.&nbsp; Spiders, Rats, Moss Foxes, Snakes abound in the all lands.&nbsp; They are deceptively dangerous and also a lucrative source of sustenance and copper pieces.&nbsp; The greatest heroes of the land started out hunting snakes for nubile farms sons and daughters.&nbsp; They will deny it but they did it all the same. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Bandits</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Be96d29edb6b0d5c6cac4ddd0cbbf61e.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/27017e2b9c319303730ec916434aeece.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Be4a0a805e09b8d29bcfbb3b94f32f92.jpg)</div><br>Bandits are a problem throughout the lands that surround Amberdale but are particularly troublesome in the Farmlands where they run protection rackets for farms under the threat of Gnoll attack or raid the very farms they say they will protect.&nbsp; They are the scourge of the local trade routes and there are constant bounties on bandits from the town watch.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gnolls</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/E3250d5f2de2ff32cf9181ea754a7348.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/7e82f2cc0226e6ef5a25929ba4d6a5c9.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Faecb83eb8f715c4387cc7e99d580fe6.jpg)</div><br>The rolling fields of the Farmlands that surround Amberdale were once the domain of the demonically influenced Gnoll clans and they remain a threat to the local farmers and when a particularly influential warshaman comes to power they can be a threat to Amberdale itself.&nbsp; Where as Goblin clans worship nature spirits (mostly) Gnolls have long been under the influence of ancient inhuman demon lords.&nbsp; They are a ravenous group of scavengers that raid and rustle cattle for a living.&nbsp; When they can't steal from the local farmers or goblin clans they fight amongst themselves for resources in leu of farming or agriculture.&nbsp; Occasionally a Gnoll does break away from the demonically dominated culture of their family, but those are few and far between.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 05:41:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>The noon-day sun shone through cottony clouds upon dew-glistening fields tufted with briars and sprinkled with blue chicory and white Anne's lace, all abloom and eager for bees and butterflies to brave the drying lands where days of rain had filled wells, swollen creeks to teeming with fish, and left the air fetid-smelling with the redolence of cattle and moldering hay.&nbsp; Amid one of the glistening roads-- brown paint-trails in the rich green loam of the lands-- a cart sits idle, its symmetrical tracks marred by a left-wheel wobble and the deep-slopping hoof-drag of a tired mule's pace, angry at lugging the overladen cart of rain-heavy melons toward the village of Amberdale, where the cart's rear-wheels had bitten down hard into the soft mud at the gully and sunk itself, axel-deep, into the muck.&nbsp; From atop the driver's seat, a few whisps of white hair like a half-hearted cobweb trail in the mid-day breeze over a nose like a misshapen yam, the rest shrouded by a hood and cloak so patched and threadbare that it appeared like fool's motley through thick fog.<br><br>"Whooda thoh da muckud be so thikenda midled darud ta swahl da weel updoda assle loida, jus bough brohda holeploddydingidid loighawuz singkin indasum kinda swom", he said in his phlegmy, growling voice.<br><br>Peering over the tatted-eared and half-toothless mule, the sparkle-glass eyes of a young woman Not From Round Here peered in sheer perplexity at the man's words, looking into the inscrutable darkness of his hood to find his eyes suddenly visible-- two piercing cow-eyes absent of malice, but bearing the deathly serious concern of an old fogey for whom a mired cart is, without doubt, the end-all-be-all of existence.&nbsp; For a moment, Allie was agog and moved her bow-shaped mouth soundlessly, trying to form a reply to the old farmer as she looked over his knot-and-branch frame under its patchwork cloak, and was overcome with a mild sense of awe that his use of the common tongue could be at once so incomprehensible and menacing while his face was plaintive and, in a way, almost kind in its root-vegetable way.<br><br>"Why..." words wouldn't come, so she bought time by mopping her pale forehead with the back of her hand, thus managing to smear more of the wide swath of mud that was accumulating there and pasting itself to her sweat into her spun-gold hair just above the peak of her pointed, but human-sized, ear.&nbsp; "... I... see."<br><br>There was a creak from the running board as a figure leaned forward from beside the farmer, wearing an equally enshrouding but far-less shabby cloak.&nbsp; A woman, perhaps half the man's age, and thus only ancient, not antediluvian, spoke with toothless gums and lips that curled up and flapped when she enunciated.&nbsp; "'e sez who'da though' tha muck'd be so thick in'd middl'a da road loik dis, ta swolla the whale up'd de assle loike dat.&nbsp; Jus' bou' broke'a whole bludy fing it did, loike singkin inda some koinda swom'."<br><br>Hitching up her skirt again, now finding it soaked to the knees with mud having come untied mid effort that last try, Allie nodded.&nbsp; "Of course, yes.&nbsp; These roads must be very tricky."&nbsp; The mule looked over its rump at her, and she struggled to realign herself on dry ground, finding the soft ground sucking one of her boots off.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; "fucking hell," she whispered to herself as she crouched to fish it out and toss it into the grass with its mate.<br><br>"Happuns every bludy toime, it duhs.&nbsp; Every bludy rain."&nbsp; Her husband made a sound of agreement that might have been <em>Yes, surely my lovely wife,</em> but sounded more like "Uhhh yaaa burrrg"<br><br>Still thinking over the woman's explanation of the mud, Allie growled in anger like a puppy going at its brother's ear and set about lifting the stuck wheel with the makeshift lever she'd forced in with a rock as fulcrum.&nbsp; It was finally braced on dry ground and very close to the wheel, and had only cost a couple of hours of mud-digging and replacement without a shovel or wheelbarrow to achieve.&nbsp; She was wondering when the whale had come into the village, and how it had ended up in mud up to -its- asshole, because she'd never actually -seen- a whale and she wasn't sure where one's asshole would be because they were supposed to be very big.&nbsp; "I think she said... it swam..." she grunted with exertion as she had to climb under the cart to position her lever for the best angle once more, then out again-- now painted head-to-toe with mud.&nbsp; She wrapped her arms around the lever's end, the drying stuff actually... well... dirt now, and helping keep traction.&nbsp; She wrapped her lefts over it, then braced one against the underside of the cart's running board, which produced an "oof me arse" from the old man at the exact moment that the cart creaked.<br><br>Her long legs were quivering with exertion as she flexed the pivoting axel higher on one end, scissoring it closer to the cart's body, and closed the lever like a vice to lift the wheel up a few more inches from the muck.&nbsp; "Goooooooo!" she hissed, and the old driver called out some unintelligible series of sharp squawks at the mule, whose response was such a startled leap that it caused the animal to defecate impressively and loudly, then lurch forward a whole foot.&nbsp; The lever popped free as the cart wheel left it, and Allie was left lying under it to watch the reach pass over her head until the cart moved on, and she was on her back, breasts heaving with her panting breath, looking up at the lovely clouds and sun.<br><br>"Oooooh ya did it lass," the slightly-less-ancient woman called back.&nbsp; "We canna stop or well mire 'gain, but come t'market an we'll r'ward ya--" the cart's rattling proceeded, then softened, and Allie's returning breath took over the sound of the trundling wagonload and sloshing mule.&nbsp; When she'd recovered, having abandoned herself for a moment to the cool comfort of the muddy road, she sat up, looking at the 'mud angel' she'd made-- only a couple feet away from a fresh pile of donkey droppings and measured below the feet and over the head-- missed by inches-- by two deep ruts where the wheels passed her by.<br><br>Raising her hands as if in meek celebration, she sucked air through her nose, then exhaled in relief.&nbsp; "...yay!" she said very, very softly, as if there was someone to hear she wished not to disturb, and she drew herself up to stagger to the roadside and collect her soft boots, her bow, her quiver and her traveling rucksack.&nbsp; She became aware, suddenly, that she was hungry and thirsty, and gathering her things reminded her that the road's mud might not be entirely... well... spring-clean.&nbsp; So she sighed in resignation and began to survey the land to find a spring, or a nearby farm with a well she could use to clean up.<br><br>And then-- serendipity.&nbsp; She spied a gift from the farmers, though perhaps not an intentional one... a single melon had rolled from their cart and landed, softly enough not to break, in a pile of wet earth where she'd had to dig out the wheel.&nbsp; Squelching her way over, she picked it up... "my first loot," she said with a soft sigh of pride, and looked over the vaguely uneven orb with its fibrous green-beige husk.&nbsp; "Lunch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 08:02:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>The sound of squelching boots could be heard as a grim young warrior trudged over the hill. His shaggy brown hair a matted dripping mess from the sudden rain. It hung in front of his green eyes, casting them in shadow. It was a wonder that he could spy a woman covered head to toe in mud, triumphantly clutching a dirty melon to her chest, in the middle of the road at all. Much less see where he was going. But he stopped, and simply looked down his nose at her. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>'Oh no! What is that? A goblin woman covered in mud? An ambush?! No to tall. Why is she covered in mud? Wow! She has great melons. Nope. Uhuh, just going to ignore her, Alec. Keep my eyes straight ahead and just keep walking. Almost to Amberdale. Just have to report in.'</em></div></div><br>He cracked his neck loudly and shouldered his pack before he started walking down the hill in a straight line towards her. He seemed to avoid the worst of the puddles by doing this. As he got closer she could see that he was well equipped. The sun's peeking rays reflected and glinted off the shiny metal bits of his armor, and a fine longsword was strapped to his back. The only thing out of place was a tattered blood red cloak that swayed behind him as he walked confidently down the road.<br><br>He paused after he passed her to avoid the pile of donkey dung. "Filthy." He hissed, his nose wrinkling. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>'Oh gods! Not you! I meant the shite in the road. I know. I'll offer her a drink. Yeah, that will smooth things over.'</em></div></div> Then he glanced out of the corner of his eye at her, before holding out the water skin from his belt at arm's length. "Here." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 08:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Making note of an armed, but solitary, man approaching as she gathered her belongings-- tying her short-boots by their laces to drape them around her neck-- she at first felt a flush of shame at being seen publicly in such a filthy state, but that embarrassment gave way, slower than it should have, to a gradual understanding that, this far from the glade, she could actually be -in danger- if he had hostile intentions.&nbsp; Less-than-scrupulous types had made their unfortunate way to the druid circle's territory before, causing trouble and the like, and were often dealt with to a degree appropriate to their crime.&nbsp; Or, at least, what <i>seemed</i> appropriate at the time.&nbsp; But... well... no spirit folk, no swamp-fox rangers, no inner-circle sisters with their lightning-spells all shapeshifting into bears and the like... <br><br>So her eyes were wide enough to see the whites clear around when he drew close enough to speak comfortably, but she didn't react further-- she told herself, in that moment, that it was because he hadn't drawn his weapon. <i>Sounds plausible.</i> <br><br><i>'Filthy,' he hissed, his nose wrinkling.</i><br><br>She drew her head back very slightly at that, then crossed her arms over her breasts defensively, as if to silently answer. <i>Well, what do you expect?</i><br><br>At his offered water-skin, she starts to wave it off and fumble for an excuse, her mother's meager advice fluttering up in her mind and whispering that all outsiders were murderers, robbers, rapists, rabbit-teasers, hog-fuckers, et cetera and (worse still) combinations thereof.&nbsp; But she hesitates, breathing a sudden reassurance into her lungs, and nods gently instead.&nbsp; "That's very kind of you.&nbsp; Thank you."<br><br>She reaches hesitantly forth and accepts it, and assumes that he -does- mean for her to drink it, not to bathe herself with it (which she might prefer) based on the portion offered.&nbsp; Nevertheless, she uncorks it and lifts it hesitantly, watching his eyes for any warning she's about to go astray as she lifts it carefully, then begins to take an ample, but not indulgent, drink before replacing the cap and returning it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I apologize for..." she starts to gesture at the mess, but it's too all-encompassing and, in the end, she simply shrugs and waves her hands in a couple of circles about herself.&nbsp; "The <i>state</i> of things here.&nbsp; But it's under control now."&nbsp; At that, she reaches into her simple traveling bag and, with very little rummaging, produces a skinning knife, the belted scabbart of which she returns to her waist before slipping the blade from its sheath, then brushing dried mud dust from her fingers and, with the enthusiasm of a mad butcher, carving a wedge from the side of the melon in her arms and prising it loose with the hooked tip of the blade.&nbsp; "Do the honors?" she asked as she proffered the melon, sliced portion extended slightly from the main body of the fruit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 09:32:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's Inner monologue.</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Oh gods she has a knife! Please don't kill me. WhatdoIdo, what do I do. No. Wait. Okay, she is being nice. And, wow, she is sure pretty! Man if my mentors could see her. Oh...yeah. God's that melon looks good. I'm so hungry! I haven't eaten since yesterday....'</div></div> The warrior's eyes narrowed as she carved the melon. With a long resigned sigh, he stiffly turned and looked down at her handy work. Then up at the girl. "Thank you," he said softly. As she offered him a slice he reached out and took it confidently. His stomach chose that moment and growled loudly. Without another word he bit into his slice savoring the taste. A trickle of juice ran down his chin.<br><br>"It's good," he finally said. The corners of his lips rising in a slight smile after he swallowed the last bite. He wiped his mouth with his hand, then cocked his head to the side. His shaggy hair fell away from his eyes for a moment as he looked at her puzzled. "Why?" Is all he asked as he gestured to her mud soaked clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 16:42:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Lifting her head at his reply, she seems rather pleased to be sharing the spoils of victory and to receive such acknowledgement.&nbsp; She, too, cuts a slice, smiling a bit at the growling of his stomach (though she hides it with a turn of her face slightly askance), she's slightly reassured that his hunger is matched by hers and that, at his apparent gentleness, her wariness is melting away to a warm acceptance.&nbsp; She wedges out another slice and, shaking free a couple of loose seeds, follows suit, leaving the short knife resting with its blade in the melon's husk in her off-hand.&nbsp; Her eyes widen again and sparkle at the sweet refreshment and she bends her knees and emits a closed-mouth laugh of self-effacing mirth.&nbsp; "Oh, I wasn't sure if this was the natural state of things out here in the village, but I thought I should apologize anyway," she says, tucking the fruit into one cheek so she can speak with the empty side of her mouth in a slightly less messy way.&nbsp; <br><br>She grinned, and shrugged gently, gesturing at the wagon-tracks through the muck, then turned her gaze back to the young warrior's face to watch how he eats in a way she hopes doesn't make him self-conscious, careful not to outright stare but, instead, make casual eye contact and only occasionally glance at how adorable his chin is, and wishing momentarily there was a bit more juice that would accidentally drip down it.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; This shit-- er," she flushed a bit, squinted and waved her hands frantically, "ahem... this *pit* is where an old farmer's wagon was mired.&nbsp; Horribly stuck, really.&nbsp; I had to make a lever to help lift them out.&nbsp; They had to be a thousand years old each.&nbsp; Could barely speak, poor old things, don't know how they could load those wagons."&nbsp; She waved her hands over her dress and face, caked in drying mud that was rapidly becoming a simple paste of dirt and hay.&nbsp; "They were in quite a hurry to get to their destination, but left the melon and donkey-dung as tokens of thanks.&nbsp; I was going to find a creek-- fish for lunch, shoot a rabbit or something."&nbsp; She shrugged again and grinned.&nbsp; "What about you?&nbsp; What, ah, is a ssssoldier...?" she hazarded the guess, "orrr, a warrior?&nbsp; Forgive me, I don't mean offense by getting it wrong, I'm not all that familiar.&nbsp; But... What's someone like you doing walking alone this way to the township?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TurtleInTheSheets</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 17:33:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QEfC1pc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gruemug Balsam<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Satyr Soothsayer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Warbling Cypress Tree- Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><br><hr><br>The omens foretold the coming of fresh adventurers to Amberdale. Although his vision of them was fogged and incoherent, it did seem to indicate that they were a helpful bunch. He leaned against the tall, primeval trunk of the Warbling Cypress Tree and played a tune along with the birds that nested on its endless branches. The satyr resided on a living relic. The tree came to be a millennium ago and withstood the trials of time. Drawn to its natural vigor and elemental energy, the ancestors of the wood spirit dwelled there and sang with its ever-changing residents with their wind instruments.<br><br>The unfeasibly grand and old tree was located in the vicinity of the Farmlands. It stood out from the sprawling flatlands like a watch tower. Gruemug Balsam's flute would sweeten the atmosphere with its discrete glissandos and melodious orchestra of chirping. Apart from providing his daily tunes, Gruemug functioned as a soothsayer for the locals. He had posted a &nbsp;Notice (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15887610#msg15887610) on the quest board earlier that day, hoping that an adventurer would help him with a ritual. For now, all he can do was wait and play the tunes of centuries forgotten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 18:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>The warrior kept a constant vigil as the friendly elf started rambling at a rapid pace. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's Inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Jeez, she talks alot! And fast. But boy, even covered in mudd she is pretty. I bet cleaned up she is gorgeous. Are all elves this hot? Do they all talk so much? Should I ask? No. That would be rude. I really wish she would cut another slice of melon. I'm still so hungry. Wait, how did mute farmers ask her for help? Weirdo.'</div></div> He was obviously listening to her tale about thousand year old mute farmers that had left her in the middle of the muddy road. Yet Alec's eyes never lingered to long on any one place, or object, as he scanned the environment. Although they did seem drawn to the melon she still held. As she started guessing his occupation he stiffened before sniffing and cracking his neck. "Alec Redwater of the Red Water Legion. We're mercenaries. Or were. I'm... the last. Gotta report in." His stomach growled again. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's Inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Oh man, I bet she heard that. How embarrassing! But I am sooo hungry!' </div></div>This made him glance at her out of the corner of his eyes as if daring her to mention it.<br><br>"There is a creek down the way," he jerked his thumb back the way he had came. "Dangerous to go alone." Then he casually offered his hand to shake with another sniff while looking down the road toward Amberdale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 21:41:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>She bobs her head agreeably at his shared information, then grows less enthusiastic as the blush fades and she visibly saddens at the mention that he's 'the last.' "Oh.&nbsp; Dear me, how... that must be dreadful.&nbsp; My apologies."&nbsp; She Looks down at her feet a moment, then nods and looks in the direction he's indicated.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; Here, then, please.&nbsp; I'm certain you can spare a few minutes before... journeying on.&nbsp; These Red Watermen must, I hope, allow that?"&nbsp; She passes him the rest of the melon, with half a slice still in her hands.&nbsp; The small knife still protrudes from the pith of the fruit.&nbsp; "If you wouldn't mind.&nbsp; I can focus on catching us something with more substance for lunch.&nbsp; Have all you like of that."&nbsp; She smiles then, looking sympathetically, but not pityingly, at the young man.&nbsp; "Let's find this creek, then if you could help me keep a watch?"<br><br>And with a shrug, she deftly flips an arrow from the quiver at her hip, its white fletching downy and shockingly clean against her muddied digits, and smiles brightly as she sidles up to him and gestures for him to lead on.&nbsp; Then-- with her head tilted to one side almost like a dog before barking an alert, she seems to hear something in the distance.&nbsp; "Oh!" she says, then smiles and shakes her head.&nbsp; "Sounds like a satyr is playing nearby.&nbsp; Lovely tune... wonder if he's familiar with --" and the string of syllables that follow are like a chirping birdsong to the ear that does not understand elven, full of lilts and syllable shifts and tonal trills. <br>&nbsp;Translated, it's <em>Aurendaledon Glen's Dewshining Waterfall's Mist's Rainbow-Spun Light Druidic Circle Incorporated LLC.</em><br><br>She thinks a moment more after that, then shrugs-- and as long as the warrior follows along, she extends her hand in an approximation of what she believes humans do to greet one another in township society.&nbsp; "My name is Allenithii..." she trails off, then grins, "Allie, I mean."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 22:33:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>Alec stopped and stared after her, holding the rest of the melon as the talkative elf started to trail after some feint music on the breeze with her bow at the ready. He looked down at the melon, then up again at her as she wanders away making... bird calls? Sighing he resigned himself, and started marching through the muddy field after the strange elf. With only a forlorn glance over his shoulder back at the road. Because now he noticed he also had her knife too. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Shoulda just kept walking Alec. That was the plan. Now look at you. Traipsing through a farmer's field, after a girl that looks to have rolled around a pigsty. At least she has nice boobs, but now I am going away from the town. Just great! Why did the weird ones have to be so pretty?!'</div></div><br>"Wait....Allie." He called as the pair started to near the gentle slope of the hillock crowned by an impressive cypress. The sound of music grew more distinct as they neared. Cradling the melon under his arm, he reached back and ran his fingers over the hilt of his sword. He looked to be prepared for danger. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Gods did she say a satyr? What'sasatyr? This is dumb. She's dumb. I'm dumb for following her. Dumb dumb dumb dumb DUMB.'</div></div><br>"Trap? Be cautious," he hissed making stop motions with his free hand as he stepped forward to get in front of her.<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Woah! Woah, woah! We are not going up there. Right?'</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 23:14:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Allie assumes that his failure to return the greeting must be some fault of hers, so she makes an internal note to observe greetings between townsfolk once she's gotten there... then she shakes her head with a look of careful consideration, "A trap?&nbsp; Hmm... well, I suppose that, possibly, a satyr might go unseelie just as any fae might, then turn to such tactics.&nbsp; But to my knowledge, they're typically content to provide for themselves, save one thing that requires..." at this, she bites her lower lip, trying to hide a playful grin, "... um... participants.&nbsp; But, all considered... that creek you mentioned would be our best bet for lunch, and for me to become more presentable for the village."&nbsp; She hesitates, then gestures at the melon.&nbsp; "Please, lead on.&nbsp; And help yourself, that fruit's best when fresh, I'm sure."&nbsp; She smiles, her dirty skin somehow emphasizing her ridiculously doll-like beauty underneath it, just waiting to be uncovered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 23:44:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>Alec exhaled and relaxed as he removed his hand from his sword as the flighty elf starts speaking of... not seeing and fae. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'I have no idea what she is talking about, but she looks really cute when she bites her lip like that....'</div></div> He nodded and started to cut the melon with Allie's knife as he headed away from the hill, the great tree, and the strange music at an angle. He made sure to keep the tree on his right as he lead the way. "Thanks. We'll share lunch. This way. And what's an unseein' lee?" He asked. He kept looking back at her every few steps to make sure she was following him. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'She is rather like leading a lost kitten. Have to keep her attention.'</div></div> With a little effort he had another juicy slice carved out. Thicker and rougher cut than her original one, he held it out to her as they walked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 00:42:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Ah!" she says as she happily accepts the slice of melon.&nbsp; "Thank you," she says, placing the melon to her lips and sucking the juice from its slick surface, showing no real worry and seeming, instead, to be enjoying the music from afar as one would, perhaps, in strolling past the music of a distant fair.&nbsp; Not that she's ever seen a fair.<br><br>"Unseelie is what the elves at--" and again, the looping and trilling sounds of the elven language came rolling from her tongue, exactly the same as before, and continuing back to common without skipping a beat, "-- called the fae who did terrible deeds.&nbsp; They're creatures of passion and energy, and that can become <i>twisted</i> or something.&nbsp; I don't quite understand how it all works... the fae and the druids had some kind of spiritual connection that was beyond me."&nbsp; She shrugged her narrow shoulders, her eyes animate and sparkling as she surveyed their surroundings with an alertness and excitement at the whole of the everything and anything about.&nbsp; "Apparently there's something in the elven blood that wasn't strong enough in me, being half-human and all, for the glade's spirit to fully connect.&nbsp; But it's a place of great natural power and beauty, so fae and elf share it quite happily."<br><br>She chews at the melon's flesh now, watching Alec from the side of her eye, curious about his past, and remaining quiet enough to allow him to share what he feels comfortable.&nbsp; "Do you live near Amberdale, Alec?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 01:15:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>"Huh." He nodded, but looked to not really understand whatever she had said about the fae or being half human. "Never met an elf before. Just heard about the ears." He tapped the flat of the knife against his earlobe twice. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'No need to mention that you took her for a goblin when you first laid eyes on her. She might take offense. I wonder if she always make random bird noises like that?'</div></div> "Does that happen often?" What he meant by "that" was left open.<br><br>"And no," he shook his head sending his mop of brown hair bouncing. As they walked, the tip of his tongue stuck out the corner of his lips as he concentrated. He was attempting to cut a straighter piece of melon for himself. Satisfied, he jammed the knife back into what was left of the melon, and took a bite of the smaller slice. He waited to swallow before continuing. "The Legion moved where the work was. Sometimes far north. Sometimes we were to the east. I even saw the ocean once," he seemed rather proud of this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 06:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Reading the land, Allie can see how a stream -might- be ahead, but the homes in this area must have gone to great lengths to change the landscape and flow of water... possibly to keep their fields better for crops... and thus perhaps modified the natural layout of the waterflow.&nbsp; Still, water must lie ahead, if the gentle slope of the land is any indication.<br><br>"Often?" she responds to his first question, not making it immediately clear if she means the spiritual influence, the appearance of unseelie fae, or the copulation of humans and elves.&nbsp; "Well, who's to say why anyone does what they do, really?&nbsp; Some think it's fate, others corruption of evil spirits or something."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "Just seems natural to me."&nbsp; She chuckles lightly.<br><br>She listens to his brief recollection of time with the Legion, and her eyes widen a bit.&nbsp; "So... you've seen many lands, then.&nbsp; How remarkable..."&nbsp; she shakes her head, looking slightly mystified at the idea.&nbsp; "The ocean is said to -change- a person who sees it, to be so big.&nbsp; It must have been remarkable."&nbsp; For a moment she seems a tad jealous, hesitating her steps for the briefest moment of disbelief... but that shifts to admiration rather quickly and she goes from slightly agape to stepping quicker, so as not to miss a thing he might say.&nbsp; "So you must be a real adventurer, then.&nbsp; You've seen places and battles... that's what you mean by work, I assume."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 09:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>As the what he knew now to be a half elf girl kept talking, Alec noticed the grass getting higher. At least he thought it was grass. Maybe it was weeds? Honestly, he would not really know if they were walking through a farmer's crop field or not. But what ever it was was getting to be about knee high, and made his nose tickle and skin itch. He was getting pretty used to Allie's company, her innocence and openness made it easier for him to relax and open up. As they walked he carved two more slices out of her melon for them to munch on. "The ocean was just so BIG. More water than I ever thought existed. Kinda like the sky turned upside down, and you could just walk off into it. And noisy. Way more so than any river we ever crossed. Even the rapids of the Grey Flood with all those rocks. Smelled like salt though." He nodded to himself as he handed her another slice. This one more uniform than the last. He was rather proud, he felt that was a exemplary explanation of an ocean. He devoured his slice without even noticing doing it. At least he was not desperately hungry anymore. <br><br>But when she brought up seeing battles he paused. "The Legion were not adventures." He shook his head again and sniffed before picking up his pace some. "And we weren't sight seeing. We repelled invasions. Guarded roads from bandits. Sacked castles after sieges. They practically raised me since I was a boy, and my time with them was alot of hard work. I had to clean up alot too. T-they taught me how to use a sword," his free hand went to the pommel of his sword and traced down the leather wrapped handle.<br><br>Soon the grass was waist high and made walking harder. They had to pick up their feet and push aside the stalks to get through. Alec was just about to grumble that they should have stayed on the road when the ground beneath him was just gone. <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>*Splash!*</strong></span> <br><br>It really was not much of a stream. Since it just rained it might qualify as a brook. But normally it was more a lazy gravel creek that meandered between fields that you could just hop across. You could easily jump between banks with little effort even now. A small cart bridge crossed it off in the distance where the road was. But whatever you would call it, Alec was now ass deep in it soaking wet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 13:26:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>As she listened to his recollection, Allie was torn between a conflicted sense of excitement-- <i>sieges? invasions? bandits? How amazing!</i> and the sense of melancholy that seemed to permeate Alec's words.&nbsp; The whispering of the tall grass against her dress became an soothing, rhythmic flicker like a brush on paper, lulling her deeper into rapt fascination at his words.&nbsp; Her fair-colored eyelashes closed but once during the recounting, though brief.&nbsp; "Grey Flood," she repeated, far later than he mentioned it, as if it was all playing over in her mindlike a hypnotic spell.<br><br>When he mentions the sword, she looks down at the pommel of that strangely fabled weapon-- a blade of the type that appeared in the stories she'd heard and that she'd envisioned more like a larger version of her small, hooked skinning knife, but from the looks of its sheath it was a more sturdy and stoic weapon, like something of an icicle of steel.&nbsp; She did admire, for a moment, the lovely red color of the wrapped pommel, and lifting her eyes back to his, was about to say something more when Alec disappeared, entirely, from her line of sight with the sound of water's surface giving way.<br><br>If she's amused, or embarrassed for him, she doesn't show a sign of either.&nbsp; She simply seems to take the entire thing in stride.&nbsp; "That's the spirit then, embrace nature fully as your heart guides you."&nbsp; She swivels her gaze over the banks, nodding, causing her muddied hair to bounce a bit in enthusiasm.&nbsp; "No sign of water-snakes either.&nbsp; Perfect!&nbsp; Thank you, Alec!"&nbsp; She grins and steps down with two long strides to slosh her way in beside him, still fully clothed, a couple feet downstream.&nbsp; She sits, covering herself up to the waist, and begins vigorously splashing her face and arms, scrubbing gently and grinning very happily.&nbsp; The water around her becomes a cloud of road-mud that drifts slowly downstream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 19:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>Alec swung his arms to shake off some of the water. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"You're welcome,"</span> he grumbled. Running his fingers through his hair as he stood, he looked down and held up the smashed remains of the melon. He snatched up her knife before he started picking his way toward the bank; careful to avoid the growing greyish brown cloud Allie was leaving in the water. "Sorry about the melon," he apologized looking down at the water as he held out her knife, hilt first, to her. "It was good too."&nbsp; He noticed that already her top was starting to cling to her from the water. Swallowing he looked up at the clouds, as he tried to politely ignore just how it was clinging to her curves. <br><br>A small blue frog hopped onto a smooth river stone and croaked at the pair. Alec wondered if it was upset that they disturbed its home by the sudden intrusion. Shrugging he glanced toward the bridge down stream as another frog, this one fist size and bright green, joined in on complaining at the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 22:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>At his apparent disappointment over the melon, Allie nods in sympathy as she lays her satchel, quiver, and bow neatly upon the soft-grassed bank.&nbsp; That produce -had- been her first quest reward, after all, but consuming it had turned out to be less rewarding than sharing it.&nbsp; "Don't worry.&nbsp; They said they'd pay me back for my aid when I get to the market, so maybe I can afford another."&nbsp; <br><br>She flashes a bright smile of encouragement then, and without warning grips the dress's hem where it's tied near her thighs and hauls upward at the heavy, wet cloth-- its once-green color almost shows through the torrent of road mud-- tugging it up up her legs, then over her waist and torso and over her breasts.&nbsp; The bundle hangs there, much of the huge knot of fabric now covering her face and bunched about her chest, arms, and head, but irreparably stuck by the unlaced bodice to her underarms and shoulders.&nbsp; The pale undersides of her round breasts stretch and strain upwards, the aureoles still obscured by the dress' lining as she tries to tug the whole of it off, but there is no camisole or shift beneath.&nbsp; <br><br>Apparently the half-elf is unused to a couple of things, one being dresses, and she's completely stuck, her taut midriff stretched, cosmopolitan panties soaked and clinging to her below a concave navel, once-fine hosiery and garter stained a dirty tan and heavy with creek water, flexing and giving an awkward, writhing twist that is at once ridiculous and delicious.&nbsp; The other aspect of commonality alien to this girl is, aparently, any sense of privacy.&nbsp; Shamelessly-- or rather, with a complete unawareness of propriety, she curses under her breath in elven and tugs harder and more wildly at the dress, causing her to lose her balance and splash down into the creek on her bottom with a cry of surprise that becomes a wet-cloth muffled laugh.&nbsp; "MFFF-- cnnn ynu hehp wiff da shtrings?"&nbsp; From the peak of the bunched-up neck, her long fingers arch down like the neck and beak of a strange bird, pointing hopelessly at some tie or facet on her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 22:43:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Warbling Cypress Tree- Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gruemug Balsam, open<br><br>"That's the last time I drink away all my prize money from a fight." Yokun grumbled as trudged through the bright and sunny farmlands. Sober and in need of money Zi-Zi brought him a wanted poster about hunting up some horny rabbits to find some ducks. He had no clue how the two were connected, but a reward was promised. He hoped for coin, but he'd take a bunny girl wife if that was what was coming his way. Maybe he could also get some rabbit meat to sell to Hieronymous for some shiny coppers.<br><br>A warm wind blew across his face and he caught the whiff of some fresh animal manure, it hit his stomach like a smith's hammer. Holding a hand over his mouth he staggered over to a bush and vomited the entire contents of his stomach which granted wasn't much. His head swam and he pulled the water skin from around his shoulder and took a long drink of it swishing it around his mouth before spitting it out onto the bush.&nbsp; "Ugh...yup gotta learn...*urk* the "enough is enough" part....*hugh* of Drunken Boxing." Getting back to his feet he squinted around him looking for a Warbling Cypress. <br><br>The sun hurt his eyes and the birdsong was like thunder rumbling through his ears. But the need for money outweighed the need to sleep it off. He spotted the tree and a tall blue or gray colored goatman. "That looks like a Satyr." He grumbled to himself pulling the spiked bronze gauntlets he got for completing his fight training many years ago off his belt to strap them on. He thought about grabbing a sword or axe as the added range would keep him more out of the grasp of the horny rabbits. But he wasn't sure how much better he would be with a sword than he was with his knuckle dusters. Surely he could punch out the rabbits before they got to him....right? <br><br>Yokun approached the Satyr shading his eyes from the sun until he was under the canopy of the tree. The goatman's flute howled in his ears, but he grunted a greeting. "Hail...Yokun da Nukoy at your service. You posted the want notice for rabbit catching right?" He asked groaning softly as he felt nausea rumble across his stomach again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 23:29:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>As Allie begins to lift up her dress Alec's eyes snapped upwards to the heavens again. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Oh gods what is she doing now?...Oh... Ooohhhh!'</div></div> When she made more bird noises and fell on her butt in the creek laughing, he peeks at her sprawled form. His eyes went wide as she was stuck hopelessly within her own wet clothes. He dropped her knife in the water, forgotten in the moment, as he admired the sudden view of her. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's internal monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Woah! Panties. Yep she is gorgeous. Even only partially cleaned up. Man are all elves like her? Wait half elf. Gotta remember that.'</div></div> Only snapping out of it as she started pantomiming directions and asking for help.<br><br>He could not help himself and started laughing. Quietly at first, it quickly built up into a stomach hurting guffaw. After a moment or two he clutched his stomach and tried comforting her a bit. "Alright, alright. Let me help you out of that." He waded in the knee high dirty water closer to her. Causing a small wake to splash at her. "Allie you have to hold still so I can find it," he spoke as he knelt down behind her in the water. He was already soaked to the bone so what did this matter. Alec's hands began fumbling for whatever string or tie kept her from pulling the sopping wet garment off. Unfortunately his gauntlets and wet gloves made it impossible to grip anything so delicate.&nbsp; With a grunt of frustration he started undoing the straps and clasps on his forearms. Finally, once they were loose he pulled his right glove off with his teeth, and let let it fall into the water with a plop. "Okay I think I have it," he assured her triumphantly as he pulled at the buck skin tie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 00:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Allie, at first, emits a little "mmf!" of surprise at his presence, then laughs at herself, the girlish noise muffled by the wet pleats of cloth, and as he works at it, a little sigh of resignation emits from within the wet cocoon of the dress and her limp, long-fingered hand just hangs loosely in surrender until Alec is able to free his hand and find the tie.&nbsp; She lets out an audible sigh of relief at that, "Mm!&nbsp; Dhts bddr!" and with a wriggle and squirm, she works the wet dress fully overhead, stretching her breasts up in the fabric until they drop free, bouncing loose simultaneously in a fashion that is both absurdly coordinated and splendid to behold.&nbsp; Pink crests the size and color of pink rose petals sit high on firm spheres that jut from her chest, flattened slightly to her breastbone and ribs as she stretches high with toned, honey-tanned arms to peel away the drenched and filthy garb.&nbsp; The dirt makes a stippled tattoo where it stops at her clean skin, showing the intense contrast of her cream-colored untanned skin, emphasizing how delicate and... er... dessert-cream-caramel it appears where the dirt didn't tinge it.<br><br>She smiles and sits back, stretching her body long as her breasts settle naturally into their resting position, and scissors her legs to lift one knee so she can slip off one dirt-caked boot, then reverses the gesture as if in some exotic dance to slip her foot along her opposite calf and remove its partner.&nbsp; Then, finally, she looks up at Alec with a sweet grin of friendship and relief.&nbsp; "Oh, that's better," she says, her voice descending the high scale of notes that says 'relaxation and relief'.&nbsp; "I haven't felt this in need of a bath in quite some time--" she seems to note his bare hand, and looking into the water, she gasps silently.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; I hope the water won't ruin the leather--" she says urgently, retrieving his gauntlet and shaking it, vigorously, to wring out as much water as she can before offering it back.&nbsp; "We'd best get some fresh oils to treat it-- you think that they have any in the village?"&nbsp; She bats her eyelashes as she asks, making no effort at all to discourage, nor hide herself from, his gaze.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 00:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>As the half elf popped free of her clothes Alec just knelt there. His mouth opening and closing as if doing a very good impression of a fish, maybe a trout. His eyes were drawn by her movements. First one boot gracefully removed. Then the next. Getting a clear view at the front of her soaked panties in the process and the outline of what is beneath as well. Did she know how ridiculously sexual that was? He swallowed hard and licked his lips as his mouth had suddenly gone very dry. At the same time his wet armor had become very uncomfortable around his groin.<br><br>Only when she is holding out his glove does he snap out of his sudden stupor, blinking rapidly. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'What boobs? Oh yeah. The glove... Sssoooo hot....No wait! Kitten! Weirdo innocent kitten elf girl. That... just want to touch and....NO! '</div></div> "A-allie!" His voice is about an octave to high as he finally stammered her name. Eyes locked on the glove in her hand he asked. "D-do all elves just..." He trailed off and waved his hand in small circles in front of her bare breasts as his cheeks turned crimson. "That!? Do all elves do that?" He finished with a long exhale.<br><br>With effort he looked her in the eyes as he takes his glove back. "G-getting naked in the wild could be very dangerous," he gently chided her. "Always make sure you have someone you trust to guard you. Okay?"<br><br>The two frogs are soon joined by another three, and they all seemed to echo his concern in a chorus of croaks and ribbits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TurtleInTheSheets</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 01:09:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/efsHSqo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gruemug Balsam (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884628#msg15884628)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Satyr Soothsayer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Warbling Cypress Tree- Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy<br><br><hr><br>The ensemble of birds caroling with Gruemug suddenly halted their chirping as the pugilist hailed. The satyr looked at an azure-horned robin nested on a forked branch to his shoulder, the little thing kept its eyes on the stranger. If only avian creatures had more expressive facial features, Gruemug would surmise the disgust in the robin's eyes. Although disgust wasn't the first impression, the satyr didn't need omens to tell him that this man spent more time suckling on his mother's tit than he did sober. He was still an adventurer so the soothsayer had use for him.<br><br>The satyr jumped down from the branch he rested on and trampled on the grass a few steps away from the unknown man. As he got closer, the satyr could smell the stench of sweat, spirits and corrosive stomach bile coming from the adventurer. Gruemug needed to hasten the briefing.<br><br><em>"The forest bless you, adventurer. My name is Gruemug, the satyr of the Warbling Cypress."</em> The grey-skinned satyr subtly took a few hooves with the futile attempt of avoiding the human's invasive smell. <em>"I require three specimens from a specific species of hopping critters near the farm: a buck with white fur, a doe with black fur patched with white and a grey-fur coney. Please do not capture the wrong gender. Also, I need them alive and uninjured. It is important you bring them to me physically unharmed. Do this and you will be rewarded."</em><br><br><em>"These vermin are from the species</em> 'Passio Bestia'<em> or</em> 'beasts of passion'.&nbsp; <em>They are the scourge of cabbages and they reproduce faster than a human fletcher could fill a quiver. They live in great numbers-large families up to a fiddy reside underground. Their burrowing den is easy to spot for it resembles two mounds like a strumpet's fuckhole with a grass patch left untrimmed. "</em><br><br>He handed the stranger a wooden whistle. <em>"Please use this whistle if need be. It mimics a high-pitched shrill that humans cannot hear. It repulses creatures like the </em> Passio Bestia. <em>Please do not blow on this here for my ears will bleed from the screech and you will bleed from my horns"</em><br><br><em>"Off you go, kind stranger"</em> Gruemug waved to him. <em>"Search for their dens westward from here near the aphrodisiac bushels of rockhard berries. Look for tracks and tufts of rabbit fur." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 04:00:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Warbling Cypress Tree- Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gruemug Balsam.<br><br>Yokun stared at Gruemug with glazed over eyes. The Satyr said a whole helluva lotta words very quickly and before he knew it he was holding a wooden whistle and the goatman was taking about bleeding horns or something. He got most of what he said, but it took the boxer a second or two to connect the dots. "Go west, punch out three fuck bunnies, bring them back alive got it." He contemplated asking what fucking bunnies have to do with ducks or if he can kill some other rabbits for another quest. But the goatman seemed very impatient so with a low burp and nod Yokun began ambling his way west looking for earthen fuckholes in need of gardening. Such an interesting world they lived in. He would have to tell...someone about it if he survived this. Not that he was too very worried about it rabbits were itty bitty things and he was man he would roar and they would faint for easy pickings...right?<br><br>An hour or so passed before Yokun began thinking he had gone far enough west. It was getting more forested and he heard the sounds of something fucking somewhere. Very high-pitched and impassioned, almost like a goblin woman sounds like while fucking though he couldn't discern any words from this unknown fucking things. It was pleasantly shadowy here so he could look around him without having to shield his eyes. Swinging his waterskin around he took a long sip trying to remember what the angry goat had said about the types he needed for his goatything spells or what have you. "Ok two males with white fur and a female with grey and white patches? No...three females with black and grey fur?" Staring up at the sky he stood for a few long minutes racking his brain. He should've written it down or brought the notice form the job board.<br><br>It wasn't until he he heard something rolling about the bushes that he came back to himself. And when he saw it one thing clicked. "Oh look that male bunny has such white fur, did goatman want an old one or young one?" It was smaller than he'd expect so maybe it was a young one or did normal rabbits live alongside fuck bunnies? They sat staring at each other for five seconds, the white rabbit looked like he was at the end of a marathon rutting session. Back and body were pumping up and down rapidly at if out of breath. The boxer wondered if he looked like that after having a round or two himself? Still the two males stared at each other and it was only when Yokun heard more things come running through the bushes that he blinked. Two other rabbits leaped out of the bushes behind the white furred male screeching like banshees, from what he remembered about these fuck bunnies during mating season the females are the dominate ones and the males often die from the rampant fucking. Did that mean females fought over males?<br><br>He assumed so as the two new rabbits shrieked aggressively and threw each other about biting and scratching for dominance. Yokun slipped his hands into his pockets watching in morbid fascination at it all. The male simply hopped over to Yokun's side and seemed to plunk himself down at the man's feet just as fascinated by the fight as the human was. Sitting down Yokun clicked his tongue glancing down at the bunny. "Whose your money on?"&nbsp; The females continued to bite and screech around the small glade and the male just laid on the grass exhausted. Yokun reached over and patted his head. "You did good solider put yourself in for an accommodation." The girl bunny fight carried on for a little bit longer before the young female with the black fur and white patches was triumphant! The older one scurrying away with several wounds. The young female swaggered over to inspect the still male rabbit ignoring Yokun entirely, at least until she noticed the male was in fact dead. Mortified she looked up at Yokun who quickly chopped her on the back of her head knocking his first catch out.<br><br>"Huh, no fucking way that worked." Yokun mused looking between the dead male and the unconscious female. But lo and behold it did, grabbing some vines from a tree he bound the female rabbit's paws together and muzzled her so she couldn't chew through the vines. He contemplated bringing the dead male along and seeing if the trick would work twice, but he felt a strange respect for the young buck. He did what most men can only dream of, dying by sex. That deserved a monument or something. Quickly digging a hole right where the young male bunny died Yokun pushed him into it then covered him back up. Next he ripped a bit of park off a tree and stabbed it into the the soft earth before he used one of the claws on his gauntlet and carved the bunny posthumous title onto it. <em>"Boss Bunny" </em>Satisfied the fighter moved on finally remembering he needed another white male rabbit and a female rabbit with black fur and white patches.<br><br>Following the sound of more female bunny fighting or just general bunny fucking Yokun was at a loss at how to catch the next two rabbits. When mating, they were easy enough to approach and actually grab onto which he did a few times. But none of the ones he grabbed were what he needed and all he got was a sticky mess on his hands which resulted in having to knock the rabbits out anyway for fear of getting his hand chewed off or covered in bunny spunk. Leaving four couples of unconscious rabbits in his wake was really beginning to affect his chances of finding any rabbits at all. An hour of fruitless searching wound up leaving him with only an awake and annoyed female rabbit either trying to attack him or ravage him, he couldn't exactly tell. But she was beginning to stink for some reason, she finally managed to kick off his belt and land with a heavy thud on the ground trying to hop away. Luckily, one of the few things Yokun was good at was tying knots, she wasn't going anywhere, but seeing her there did give him an idea. If the male rabbit attracted females, could a female attract males or maybe another female?<br><br>With nothing else going for him he staked the female rabbit down and began waving her stink into the bushes. A few minutes passed with the female rabbit beginning to tire and stop making noise. His arm had grown tired as well so with a dejected groan he fell back onto his ass needing a drink already. Zi-Zi had taken away his flasks this morning so all he had was the water skin which was getting close to empty, he had seen a creek not too far away from here. Looking back at his staked rabbit he weighed the pros and cons of leaving her there as bait and getting some water. The decision was made for him when the sound of bushes rusting, falling to the side in surprise he barely had time to blink before a white male rabbit jumped from the bushes and raced directly for the female rabbit his intentions obvious. But there could only be one Boss Bunny in Yokun's eyes so he quickly grabbed his water skin and threw it at the male knocking him aside long enough for the man to crawl over and knock him out. "That's two." He said somewhat proudly as the tied up and muzzled the male rabbit and picked his female back up attaching them both to his belt.<br><br>Now he had the young male and the young female. His next goal was to find an adult female with pure grey fur, he pictured her being like the Bunny Queen with a harem of males just buzzing around her looking for their chance to get lucky like a bee or something. He let out a slow chuckle letting his mind wander down that path of ridiculousness. Not really paying attention to where he was going he didn't stop thinking about the bunny queen actually being a bunny girl dressed in a skimpy leather outfit and how nice it would be to be her king with exclusive breeding rights until he walked full into one of those earthen fuckhole dens the impatient goatman told him to look for. Letting out a low grunt of pain he stumbled back barely catching himself before be fell backwards and crushed his two current catches. It did indeed look like a woman's vagina, though he never much liked the unshaven look. But in the end as long as stick A went into slot B he would have his fun. Looking at the den he was met with another obstacle, the den's entrance was virginally tight looking. He couldn't even see how the rabbits fit into the damn things. Even after pulling both rabbits off his belt and trying to shove them each into the den's entrance, they seemed to like to contact, but Yokun was only getting annoyed. He'd been on this hunt for three or four hours and he was not only thirsty, but he was starting to get hungry now too.<br><br>Pacing around the mound he looked for a backdoor, but found none. So back at the entrance he racked his brain for ideas. Could he smoke them out? No a fire this deep in the woods would be a big pain in the ass to put out. Maybe he could smash the den? Eh maybe, but it looked rock hard, even with a proper pounding he'd never be able to penetrate deep enough. Could the stink trick work again? He did have to very stinky fuck bunnies he could use to draw the queen out, but he might have to defend his charges from the group ambush this deep inside bunny territory. Unfortunately nothing else came to mind so with a resigned sigh he stacked both the young ones outside the den and began wafting their stink into the den's hole. In seconds it proved effective, but a little too effective. He barely had time to pull his rabbits up before a mob of the Pleasure Bunnies rushed out biting and humping whatever was close as soon as the had the space. More than a couple tried to take him, but with a few good kicks and some well placed yells he was out of the lusty parade hopping up onto a rock to keep his feet dry. They continued to pour out like a river most ignoring him choosing to dive onto the nearest prize that smelt right. They were all moving too fast for him to see the one he was looking for. He needed to part the furry sea, remembering the whistle he tore off chunks of his shirt and stuffed them into his current rabbits' ears so they wouldn't be hurt then lifted the whistle and let loose with the best whistle he could manage. Like the goatman said he didn't hear a thing, but the horny horde reacted instantly. Even in the middle of doing biz the rabbits rolled about in pain racing away from the source of the sound. He finally found his prey at the very center of the orgy was a big female rabbit with grey fur and no less than two males still trying to get it on with her. Jumping off his rock he swatted them away then knocked his last catch out slinging her over his shoulder as he ran from the rest of the fuck bunnies. It wasn't until he was free of the forest that he stopped and tied up the older female attaching him to her belt like the other two. Likely more proud of himself than he should've been he began marching back to the impatient goatman hoping the reward would be well worth the bother.<br><br><br>It being well into the afternoon by the time the hungry human arrived he once more hailed the goatman before pulling the three stinky, but still alive rabbits off his belt. "Hail my cloven footed fellow, got your fuck bunnies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TurtleInTheSheets</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 05:35:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/efsHSqo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gruemug Balsam (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884628#msg15884628)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Satyr Soothsayer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Warbling Cypress Tree- Nearing Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy<br><br><hr><br>Gruemug's shoulders held themselves in place-stabilised- as he carried two buckets full of goat's milk without spilling much of their contents. Despite how he unbothered looked, he was worried for the fate of that drunk skull basher. Despite the high probability of dying from liver disease, the fool did look somewhat hardy. The satyr convinced himself that Yokun could probably manage. He placed the pails down by the wooden door to his hollow cypress tree and looked for his axe that was lodged on a nearby stump.<br><br>The family of song thrushes that lived on branch floor level 6 stopped singing which meant that someone unsettling was nearby. True enough, the satyr turned to find the drunkard carrying his live catch. The satyr's nose nearly crumpled itself, blocking its nerve endings in an attempt to preserve his sense of smell. Yokun reeked when he first met him but now, the putrid aroma had elevated to another realm of repulsiveness. Yokun's stench was mixed with rabbit's piss and other fluids of pheromones and seed. The satyr lived with nature and her generous embraces but he'd be damn if nature smelt like Yokun all the time. Even nature peppered itself with the fragrance of flowers and the fresh breeze.<br><br>He handed Yokun a small pouch containing one silver and 20 copper coins. <em>"Here you go, adventurer. I thank ye for yer services rendered."</em>The satyr fished out a few extra shillings from his leather and added it into the pouch. It amounted to five copper. <em>"Please take this here extra coin to acquire some suds bars and blossom oil for yerself. Take a good soak fer later"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 06:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Warbling Cypress Tree- nearing evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gruemug Balsam.<br><br>Rude and impatient, Yokun thought Satyr's were supposed to be jolly fellows who loved song, dance, and wine. Still one silver and twenty-five copper was more than he got from the fight last night. He'd just have to give it to Zi-Zi so he wouldn't drink it all away again, because he really didn't want to go horny hare hunting tomorrow. One day was enough for that nonsense, snorting lightly at Gruemug's comment about his hygiene. He pulled off his spiked gloves nodding to the goatman. "No need for oils, there's a creek just down the way. can wash there for free. Besides those temple wenches don't care for a man's full needs unless he's a fat merchant covered in silks so why waste the time? But next time you need something horny hunted up can it be some scantily clad Nymphs? Or maybe a Fertility Cult full of nubile young women? Heh I'll go hunt them for free, enjoy your blood magic to the duck gods...or whatever Mr. Goaty."<br><br>Tying the coin ouch to his belt he staggered tiredly away. He once again thought about asking why the goatman needed rabbits to learn about ducks, but decided he didn't care, he got paid and it was dinner time. Aiming himself towards a small creek he decided to go get a free bath before heading back to town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 15:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec<br><hr>Seeming unperturbed, Allie considered his words and began to wash herself in the creek, first rinsing away the caked dirt from her hair by kneeling in the creek, head tipped aside, and staring up at him with a seeming innocence in her wide eyes as she wrung water from her hair, scooping in fresh to replace it.&nbsp; Brown water drained away, slowly clearer and clearer, revealing the color beneath to be fairer each rinse until it began to resemble water-darkened blonde.&nbsp; "Do this... Ah.&nbsp; I don't know, Alec!" She answers with a spritely grin.&nbsp; "I expect so, but in different circumstances depending on where they live."&nbsp; She nods as if this is an academic certainty, her bow-shaped mouth set in a line of assurance as she bobs her sideways-held noggin and splashes more water over her hair.&nbsp; A blue-skinned frog hops its soft and clingy way into her hands and joins in that rinse cycle, causing her a gasp, then a laugh of surprise.&nbsp; "Well, aren't you the curious one?"&nbsp; <br><br>She giggles and gently tosses the frog onto the creek's shallows with a soft splash, watching it swim and reassert a dominant position upon a stone.&nbsp; "Gemstone frogs.&nbsp; Not wealthy, as the name suggests," she says as an aside, casting a soft wink at Alec.&nbsp; Then, with a sigh, she addresses his more serious warning.&nbsp; "I'm very lucky to have met you, then, else I would have no friend to help... oh, what's the phrase..? 'Watch my back?'"&nbsp; She stands straight now and the clean water cascades over her face, neck, shoulders and breasts.&nbsp; "Is that why you're not bathing?&nbsp; You're watching out for my safety?"&nbsp; <br><br>Walking closer with a couple of sloshing steps, she casts her gaze at him as her expression softens in a genuine appreciation.&nbsp; "You -are- a true friend, Alec.&nbsp; How very noble!&nbsp; But get out of the wet armor, at least, and it'll be dry when we get to town, then."<br><br>Hears another rattling intonation of frog-song and looks down and to the right, spying another gemstone frog, this one a vivid green.&nbsp; "Ooh, another.&nbsp; How adorable.&nbsp; They're poisonous, you know.&nbsp; The colors warn predators not to eat them, lest they sicken.&nbsp; Apparently, licking a live one can induce all manner of..."&nbsp; She hesitates, glancing up and letting her face mime chagrin and possession of a secret, "...rrre-ACT-tions."&nbsp; She casts a stage-wink.&nbsp; "And without predators, they grow rather large."<br><br>Finding this note to be satisfactory, she reaches out to tug meaningfully at one of Alec's armor buckles, but doesn't fight at it before sauntering her panty-clad ass a few steps back to crouch, then kneel, in a pool of now-cleared water and wash her arms and thighs with casual grace.&nbsp; She sings something in elven-- that birdish language again-- but this time it clearly forms notes and tones that resemble human song.&nbsp; Her singing voice, however... it's not particularly -good-.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 19:01:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">QUEST POST<br>The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/tLfbM8X.jpg?1)<br>our group is to the right of the picture, traveling through the field towards the farm<br><br><strong>Posting Order:</strong> No order, post once per round. A round completes when everyone has posted. Post as many rounds as you want. Ex: <strong>R1:</strong> A, B, C, D. <strong>R2:</strong> D, A, C, B. <strong>R3:</strong> C, B, A, D.<br><strong>Next GM Post:</strong> Somewhere between June 24-26 at the latest.<br></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><hr><strong></strong><br>The first part of their journey had been spent discussing their quest. It seemed straightforward enough - go find the goblins that had stolen the amulet. They even had Risppt to track! Every blade of grass and scuff of dirt seemed to have meaning to the Kobold. Selphie couldn't even begin to figure out what that meaning was, but the group had moved with purpose in a singular direction. If Risppt had any misgivings about the direction he had chosen, the Cleric hadn't noticed. The conversation had then turned to their own personal merits. Selphie had shared that she was a Acolyte of Casta, emphasizing strongly that it was <em>not</em> the healing kind (but she did carry a recovery potion). She was new to adventuring and had never fought a goblin before. <br><br>The second part of their journey had been (in Selphie's eyes) quite boring. Why on <em>earth</em> would anyone want to be a farmer? When she wasn't tripping over a sprawling gourd vine, she was choking on a cloud of insects. The great outdoors? Ha! Being stuck out in nature was an awful experience. Worse, she was getting dirty. Her slippers were not salvageable - she'd have to get a new pair. And her skirt? The hem was lined in filth. She wanted to complain, but she had learned the hard way that adventurers had no patience for that kind of talk. She rummaged through her bag to dig out an apple - with a full mouth it was less likely she'd say something disagreeable. She bit down into the sweet, crisp flesh. She was quite a moment before saying: <strong>"I hope we're back before dinner. Hieronymous said he received a package of <em>exotic meat</em>, whatever that means. It sounded like he was going to cook something delicious with it, though."</strong><br><br>Risppt seemed to be leading them towards a lone farmhouse in the distance. A few empty carts and piles of hay could be clearly identified. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 19:17:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>Th mercenary brushed his jumble of bangs aside and swallowed again as Allie innocently mentions how lucky she was to meet him. He glanced down to follow a trickle of water slowly dance its way down her breast past one of her pink nipples. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Wow....Umm..Yeah friends! That's what we are, and seeing naked comrades in arms is perfectly normal. I saw many of the Legion naked at some point. Most of them lads though...By the gods she has great tits!.' </div></div>Sniffing he notices that she is right, he is soaked. Not to mention the view she presented was causing him to chafe, uncomfortably so.&nbsp; He knew if he stayed drenched to the bone he might catch his death of a cold. As she tugged at his armor he smiled and tucking his wet glove in his belt, walked over to a reasonably flat gravel patch on the bank. Plopping down with far more practical movements than elven grace he tugged his boots off and tossed them away from the water. He cast a few lingering glances at his companion as she washed. "No. I meant...Forget it. I'll watch your back and you watch mine," he shook his head slightly bemused by her lack of girlish modesty.<br><br>His now bare feet slapping as he walked, with care he untied his cloak and hung the blood red cloth over an exposed root to dry next to his sword. He began undoing the clasps and straps of his armor, each piece of metal he sat neatly on the shore in the sun. It was almost a ritual the way he moved with practiced hands to undo just the correct thing to allow another article of armor to come loose in turn. Vambraces and his other glove. Then rerebrace. Next pauldrons. Breastplate and its mate. Finally greaves and cuisses. As the last bits of worked steel were laid out, he reached down and pulled up his thick wool tunic with a practical athletic grace of his own. All lean muscle and toned physique dusted by a fine coat of brown hair across his pectorals, a light trail of which went from his navel down into his waist band; his only blemish were a soft pattern of faded scars across his forearms and shoulders. Last he stuck his thumbs into his breeches, and slid them down to his ankles before kicking them off. His cheeks were several shades of red as he stood there in his cotton skivvies, but he seemed determined to take his role as her protector seriously. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'I feel like a bloody idiot....'</div></div><br>"So are they dangerous? The frogs I mean," he asked eyeing a yellow frog roughly the size of a turnip that had hopped up on his breastplate to warm itself. Careful not to disturb the little creature he struggled to hang his tunic up on a frame of drift wood sticks in the sunlight.<br><br>Her bird calls made him wonder as she broke out in a wordless tune. "And is that a language? Those bird calls you make?" His knowledge of elves was about as good as his knowledge of farming. Which is to say, not very much at all. He leaned back on the gravel propped up by his elbows to still keep an eye on her as they talked. Her sensual movements as she washed her thighs and the bounce and sway of her perfect breasts as she worked soon had other parts of him rising to stand guard as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 20:58:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt was admittedly nervous and yet excited as he travelled with all these new people, eager to make sure he didn't make any mistakes as he led them through track and trials in effort to find at least some sort of sign from the goblins and their activities in the area. In that the travel took perhaps longer than some of those accompanying might have preferred, but he made what little of a living he had currently been trying to carve out for himself hunting so this sort of activity was quite natural to him.<br><br>Stalking rabbits and squirrel were far far different than tracking Goblins. Though if anything, they seemed perhaps easier, which surprised him...he would have thought that any sort of stealing, robbing or the like they would have taken greater care to conceal their tracks but yet once Risppt had them he followed them all the way out into the very edge of the farmlands themselves. Hearing the pretty human cleric lady talk, his head turned back over as he then cast a glance towards the farm where the trail seemed to be leading them.<br><br>"It is-sss hard to ss-say. Prey mmm-eye-tt (might) be raiding farm or hid there. Maybe move past into Sss-sha-doe Vale." His draconic mouth rasped out the words in common quietly, still quite unused to the language itself but working on it and trying to get better. At least next to no one he had run into so far spoke Yipyak, or Draconic, or Undercommon...though he'd have struggled with Undercommon too.<br><br>The already short silver scaled Kobold lowered himself a bit more as his red eyes fixed themselves onto the farm, trying to focus in a bit more and see if there were any signs visible at this range that might tell whether they had moved past or stopped there, even as he took that hard look his 4 clawed hand dug into one of his scent dampening pouches, carefully pulling out a small piece of rabbit jerky before popping it right on into his mouth. From how the trials crossed and overlapped he could be sure of the number of them either. A small group, likely they had taken more than just the amulet the woman sought and unlikely would the goblins give anything they claimed back without a fight.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 21:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie <hr><br>Having another trek in the farmlands had not been at the top of Alec's list of things to do, but he needed coin. Besides the last adventure had not been that bad, and he had made a new friend. She was a weirdo, but still. After all, she had been the first kind person he had met in some time. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'And the melons were nice too....'</div></div><br>So he now found himself with a trio as strange as he ever heard of. Amberdale had so many races he had only heard of in tales just... wandering the streets. Now he was with a smaller than average, it seemed to him, kobold leading them on a merry hunt for goblins. His name is Risppt.<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ree spit. Respite? Rye spit. Rrrrspit? No to many arrr's. I think it is Rye spit.</div></div> Alec thought he understood the pronunciation of the kobold's name. The talkative priestess that now munched happily on an apple had asked for help and this seemed an easy and safe enough task. He had chased plenty of goblins away from the outskirts of Legion camps as a young man. Kobolds too, but he felt it best to keep that information to himself in their present company.<br><br>His eyes kept lingering on their third companion. The green and yellow lithe snake woman was an oddity to him, and, while strangely beautiful, raised goose flesh on the back of his neck. He really did not know what to make of her. She seemed friendly enough, even nice, but her gaze was predatory to him. He started reaching back and tracing his fingers across the hilt of his sword as they walked.<br><br>Once the kobold, Rye spit, seemed to be happy with their direction and target the warrior looked toward the farm house. "I think now is not the time to worry on dinner," he chided Selphie.<br><br>"And I do not like the name of this Shadow Vale." <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'What farmer names his field that? Why not melon vale? Or happy vale? Shadow Vale. That is like just naming it "Spooky Vale," or "Things That Will Bite You on the Ass Vale" and being done with it.'</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 23:29:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec<br><hr>Without pausing in the process of scrubbing away the caked-on dirt, even going so far as to borrow a clump of loose grass with intact roots to use as a sort of 'brush'-- the half-elven girl watches him undress between her efforts and smiles, a little more shyly, perhaps, but certainly not hiding her appreciation.&nbsp; "You know, I find it silly that there should be different garb for different sexes," she begins, as if not hearing the first question-- or choosing to address it later, perhaps.&nbsp; "But your armor is very pretty, in a practical way.&nbsp; The metal bits make it seem much more... oh, I don't know... <i>sturdy</i>, I suppose, in a way that's rather appealing."&nbsp; She shrugs as she finishes up with the fresh grass sprigs and turns, effortlessly replanting the fistful of roots&nbsp; in a tuft among the other greenery, just as a blue-spotted frog slightly bigger than the others hops right before her face and requires her to lift it up to finish packing in the replaced turf.<br><br>She strokes its back and urges it on toward the opposite bank, an action that seems to perplex the frog as it hops back onto a floating leaf bunch with an annoyed splash.&nbsp; "Not dangerous, really.&nbsp; Their toxin has to be ingested or get under the skin, so keep them from your mucus membranes and you're fine... and don't eat or lick them, I'd suggest."&nbsp; She winks again and looks him over in his cotton loin-covering, noting with a gleam his visibly more pronounced... tumescence.&nbsp; "I do promise to watch your back, then EE!"&nbsp; She squeals and falls into giggles as a bigger-still frog, this one a vivid emerald green, leaps into the creek behind her, scaring up a very large dragonfly-- one with a body the length of a crossbow bolt-- that it promptly swallows in one instantaneous lap of its tongue like a flicker.<br><br>Laughing at herself in the breathless way of one genuinely abashed and drunk on life, she reels backwards from the splash and towards Alec, whom she presses her bare back and all-but-naked, surprisingly warm, and ludicrously-glistening and now-clean-of-road-dust bottom against.&nbsp; When the laughter fades, it's with a few exhaled cackles and a deep draw of breath, followed by snickering though she covers her mouth with her hand.&nbsp; "Yes... the language of elves sounds very different from--" and her self-teasing laughter at her scare returns again over the last words, but she suppresses it, "Common.&nbsp; It's tough to learn, but animals can understand the druids who speak it to them.&nbsp; Just not me."&nbsp; She pivots and presses against him, crouching smoothly and embarrassingly close, then draws up handfuls of water and begins to wash Alec's shoulders and arms with her hands... whether he needs it or not.&nbsp; "If they <i>could</i> talk to them, I'd ask these frogs to bugger off so I could finish washing my dress and, you know," she glances up into his eyes as her hands trail over him with the cleaning.&nbsp; "I imagine you've been a bit... er.&nbsp; Lonely on your missions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 00:09:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>The natural state of Allie seemed to be talkative to the mercenary. Not that he minded it at the moment. The longer his new elven friend talked, sorry half elven, the longer he got to enjoy the image of her bathing. "I do not think I have the legs for your dress." He joked lifting his foot and wiggling his slightly pruned toes at her. This caused his thick bangs to fall in front of his eyes. "And it is meant to deflect and absorb blows," he jerked his head towards the bits of metal drying in the sun. Which caused his bangs to swish away so he could see fully again. He knew he would have to take oil cloth and steel wool to, well, everything later, but with Allie's wink he decided it was a chore that he would do happily. <br><br>After Allie squeals at the frog's antics, the very girlish action from the almost naked half elf made Alec chuckle. As she laughs and falls backwards into him, he reached up to brace her and joined in her laugh. His callused hands gentle as he helped steadied her. The sudden closeness of her skin and the soft press of her firm bottom into his crotch, however made him gasp. When she starts cupping handfuls of water across his shoulders he closed his eyes for a moment. Leaning his head back as he enjoyed the sensation. Then he noticed that his skivvies were tenting dramatically beneath her even with the chill from the water she was washing him with.<br><br>Once their eyes meet it was all over for him. Stupefied, he simply nodded his head repeatedly in response to her question.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 02:29:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A small river to the North of the Cypress tree. Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br>Now that he had spent some time with himself the angry goatman was right in telling him to get washed up. Not that Yokun was against being clean he quite liked it, but when you spend most of your day drinking yourself into trashcans. Going into a vat of water that is deep enough to fully submerge yourself in isn't exactly the best thing to do if you want to keep living. And though he has smelt dead plenty of times he has never had the pleasure of meeting Lady Death in her bed chambers! Though from what he remembered from the other Drunken Masters she has a wonderful bust and is tremendously bendy. <br><br>So someday he might look forward to joining her in eternity and oblivion. Granted even then he should likely get a bath first, never being one to worry about shame or embarrassment Yokun quickly worked out of his clothes placing them all on the bank his thick manhood reacting slightly in the cold causing a nice shiver to run up and down his spine. Reaching down he patted the chunky snake. "Don't worry buddy, once we're nice and clean well head back to the Inn. Maybe Zi-Zi will be free, ooo or maybe some new women came into town and we could make their personal acquaintance, you know before someone spoils our fun." Chuckling lewdly to himself he dove into the water scrubbing himself while fully submerged. <br><br>Even in town he preferred to keep his bathing quick. Nothing is worse than getting attacked by a bunch of Goblins or Bandits soaking wet and buck ass naked. He was captured by bandits once in such a position, the Bandit boss woman took a liking to him and demanded he join her band, he needed the coin so consented. But the bandits lived in a smelly cave and there were just too damn many of them, Yokun doesn't like big crowds. He thought of escaping once or twice, but it was in the middle of winter and she kept him well sloshed on alcohol most days. The sex wasn't bad either even if she looked like a mountain goat with braided hair. He was gone come spring and never looked back, sometimes he wondered what became of Doe the Brawn. Probably still a bandit...but who knows if he ever got the coin to head South he might go look her up. Maybe he had a kid or two with her he didn't know about? Wouldn't that be a hoot and half?<br><br>Coming back up for air he laughed seeing all the grim and gross slough off him. Getting away from the much he dove back down and did a little aquatic acrobatics for his own amusement. Once again as he came up for air he decided he was clean enough, but he had come up right besides a mint plant. Mint was always a scent he loved, reminded him of home in some weird way, and the goatman did say something about scented oil. With a laugh he reached onto the bank and grabbed a copper piece and placed it by the mint plant. "Hello sir or madam. I would like yo buy you mint oils!" The wind blew and he took that as the plant saying yes so with a slightly mad chuckle he plucked a bit off and ground it into his hands before tossing it at his armpits and chest rubbing it in until he smelt like a mint plant himself. Too much? Probably...but overkill is underrated.<br><br>Once that was done he left the copper piece and clambered onto the bank to roll in the grass and dry off. Nothing chafed more than wet skin under dry clothes...or was that the other way around? He contemplated this a bit while a steady wind dried him the rest of the way, he was nearly done when the unmistakable smell of roasting meat and alcohol reached his nose. Jumping up like a dog on a scent he just pulled on his pants then crawled along the ground following the smell. Cresting a small hill he began hearing the sounds of laughing and singing. Keeping low he peered down the hill, there was a small band of Gnolls gathered around a campfire. A hapless sheep was butchered and being roasted over the roaring flames. The mutton smell made his stomach growl loudly and his mouth water uncontrollably, he was so damn hungry and thirsty, but Gnolls were nothing to mess with. Even armed they were a handful, slinking back over the hill he went to go get the rest of his stuff coming up with a plan.<br><br>There were three around the fire one male and two females. And they all looked very young, though far from being an expert on Gnoll...things. They could be ancient and wield terrible blood exploding magic! Yokun wasn't keen on being exploded today wasn't even a Saturday night...he didn't think. And the best explosions always happen on Saturday it was like a natural law somewhere...maybe, once more he wasn't an expert on...things. But he had faith in his sneakiness and speed, and that alcohol smelled so good! And he believed he could at least get that it was by the smaller female Gnoll nearest to him on the hill. Though she didn't much look like the other female Gnoll, that one was smaller and had a fluffier tail. But still not being an expert on Gnolls that could be the norm for them. Once everyone was back on him and he had his gauntlets strapped on he snuck back over the hill his plan to keep as low and quiet as possible and just steal one of the alcohol barrels before running away. He remembered seeing a bounty posted by Oberyn talking about giving copper pieces for Gnoll teeth, but that required fighting the Gnolls and Yokun wasn't going to bother with that noise!<br><br>Once more he crested the hill, but the two other Gnolls were gone leaving the &nbsp;fluffy female (https://imgur.com/35roasb) alone around the fire. So much easier now! Moving to a low crouch he got closer to the fire and heard the sounds of fucking going on behind some trees it sounds much different from the fuck rabbits. Forgetting himself for a second as he was close to the fire he hmmed outloud. "So that's what Gnolls sound like fucking." As he had concluded that's where the other two had gone, but his words not only alerted the two Gnolls going at it, but the lone female by the fire. She was as surprised as he was, even letting out a firghtened yelp falling over trying to get her spear. With a scream of panic of his own Yokun shot his fist out and punched the fluffy woman in the mouth knocking a couple of her teeth out, but he didn't knock her out, but he had stunned her enough for her to simply stare at him from the ground. <br><br>Sadly the other two Gnolls had heard it all and were scrambling to put their clothes back on. Adrenaline pulsing through his veins he grabbed the fluffy woman's teeth and the smallest alcohol barrel before running away screaming as the bigger Gnolls burst through the bushes and began chasing him. "HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD ABOUT SHARING!" He shouted back at the Gnolls booking it through the farmlands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 16:48:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec<br><hr>With her face slowly angling to let herself take in a long gaze of his form, Allie seems to become oblivious to her surroundings-- the frogs, the creek, her dress sinking slowly into the shoals as brown water strains away downstream.&nbsp; She blinks once, looking suddenly reserved and muted for the first time since he'd met her some hour or so before, and then her bird-wing lips tighten up, very subtly, at the corners into a sweet little smile.&nbsp; "I think your legs are fine, Alec."&nbsp; She tosses her hair over one shoulder, the wet strands pattering against her skin as she leans closer, her nostrils next to his shoulder.&nbsp; "And... your armor had better do its job well.&nbsp; Lovely things should be protected, as long as they can."<br><br>At that, she splays her hands on his chest, just under his collarbone, and grins up at him, the tenderness still there but mingled with mirth.&nbsp; "I know things are different for villagers, but... if you'd like," she says in a half-whisper, her lips hanging slightly open before she hesitates, smiles again, and bites that bee-stung lower lip of hers once more, "I could ease the effects of that lonelineeEEE!" And she's suddenly gone with a whoosh of air not unlike the close proximity of a swinging barn door bursting open.&nbsp; It would take Alec but a moment to see the busty elf growing-- smaller?!&nbsp; and beneath the cry of surprise she's emitting, a strange noise emanates through the air, something like the twang of a ballista cord, but without the ratcheting of a mechanism, low and resonating.&nbsp; And then it would become clear that she's, obviously, not shrinking or doing some silly elfy-girl magic but actually moving away from him at a rapid pace, toward a point on the creek bank some forty or fifty feet in front and askew from him, to where a glimmering blue bolder the size of an elephant is reeling her in with its tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>No elephant.&nbsp; No boulder, neither... it's clearly the biggest damn jewel frog of the creek-- biggest, one can hope, as in not typical of its adult size.&nbsp; "EEee <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">shiiiiii...</span>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 18:08:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>When Allie leaned in closer he inhaled and stopped nodding; looking directly into her lovely eyes. At her touch his skin felt hot, the warmth driving away the water's chill from his body. As she bit her lower lip Alec's hands slid up her calves enjoying the touch of her creamy soft skin. When she leaned in quietly whispering, his heart started to pound and his manhood twitched in his skivvies as the muscles of his thighs and legs tensed. He closed his eyes for but a moment. Lost in time as he savored the sound of her voice, like sweet honey to his ears.<br><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"eeEEEEEEE!"</strong></span> The mercenaries' eyes snapped open with her cry as he jolted upright. Blinking rapidly he looked to his left. Then right, for the half naked elven girl who had been there a second before. Only to see her flying backwards through the air. Legs kicking and arms flailing into the mouth of the biggest damn blue frog he had ever seen.<br><br>"Allie?!" He scrambled to his feet, and dashed to retrieve his sword. All thoughts but saving her cast from his mind. Yanking it free of its scabbard, his wet bare feet slapped on the gravel bank as he ran. He kicked the turnip sized yellow frog out of his path as he waded into the knee high creek after her still only in his skivvies. "Hold on Allie! I'll save you!" The warrior yelled as he rushed to close the distance.<br><br>The massive frog's great yellow eyes blinked slowly. One, then the other as it followed his progress in seeming disinterest. Its massive jaws occasionally opened to readjust how its meal was sitting in its toothless maw. Letting Alec catch a glimpse of the half elf that struggled within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 19:04:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A small river to the North of the Cypress tree. Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yukon <br><br><hr>The evening was a bust so far. The sewer rats of Amberdale 1 and Süna 0. No coins, no food, no bed for the night. This was frustrating. <br><br>Süna strolled back out of the town and into the Farmlands around Amberdale. At least out here she could find a quiet corner, snatch some veggies from an unwitting farmer's field and maybe find a place to curl up for the night. As she split off into the fields she heard the sound of running water and moved to investigate. Summoning all her stealthy wiles she crept along until she spotted a man completely naked. From the shadows at a safe distance she watched him bath and rub mint on himself. It took longer than it should have but she decided to join him. Süna was confident but still young and shy although she knew that most considered to be slender and beautiful. Men often found her attractive so she decided that taking off her clothes to join this man might fetch her a warm place to sleep tonight and a little fun as well. <br><br>With tattered worn burlap sack cloak hanging on a tree branch she stepped out from the shadows to join the man... He was gone, she had waited too long to build up the courage to show herself. Padding over to the edge of the river she found the coin he had left on the ground. The coin found it's way into her coin purse with haste and she looked around to see the direction he had headed. Where there was one coin there was bound to be more. Swinging back around to fetch her cloak and wrap up herself in it she followed the man's obvious trail. It led the same direction she would have gone, the smell of roasting meat wafted in the air.<br><br>The night was full of more surprises as Suna came on a couple rutting Gnolls. They squealed and chittered inhumanly as they enjoyed themselves. <br><br><em>Süna thought to herself, "So that's what Gnolls fucking sounds like."</em><br><br>Suna was intrigued and watched but it was interrupted by a commotion. The pair of Gnolls scrambled to get half dressed and investigate the commotion. She could see that the man had punched the female Gnoll and was making a run for it. Süna remembered the wanted poster as well and looked down on the ground. The pair of rutting Gnolls had only half dressed, their bandanas were still on the ground. She scooped up both bandanas and slipped out into the fields. <br><br>Getting turned around out in the Farmer's fields was easy for a petite elf as most of the wheat crops were as tall as she was. Stumbling about she came to a path. When suddenly the bathing man with a barrel of something on his shoulder was seen running directly at her. She dodged to the side so as not to get run over but found herself face to face with the oncoming Gnolls. Using all of her talent she executed a stealthy hide and slipped into the shadows of the fields. They had clearly seen her and as they ran past one of them stopped and stared directly at her hiding a few inches into the wheat field... correction they had seen her. It squealed-growled and lunged to attack her. Süna leapt at it to meet it head on. Her dagger twirled with deadly grace and slashed the loin cloth clean off the Gnoll. His little soldier was still erect from his earlier rutting session. The sight was amusing and Süna giggled. But her attack had been ineffective and the Gnoll shoulder rammed her out onto the path. Süna landed with a grunt, her cloak fell off onto the ground, and she sprung back to her feet and faced her attacker. Süna's pale pink flesh and the bright red and gold of her outfit practically glowed brightly from the reflection of the white evening moonlight. The green polished stones of her outfit sparkled. The inhuman eyes lit up on seeing the shiny stones. They were worthless green stones but a wild Gnoll didn't know that, he wanted them. She was pretty sure that his little soldier stood a little more at attention. <br><br><strong>"A little help here,"</strong> Süna called out not knowing if the bathing guy had continued to run off or not.<br><br>The Gnoll lunged and she dove between his legs to tuck and roll up behind him. The sight of his furry testicles whirred inches from her face as she flipped and came back up behind him. This time her dagger found his back. <br><br>Süna cheered triumphantly, <strong>"AH HA! I got one!"</strong><br><br>The beastly creature spun and her dagger went with it but Süna held onto it and was pulled around as it turned. Her slim body was flung like a rag doll and as she was thrown her dagger came with her in hand. <br><br>The Gnoll was rolling on the ground and squealing in pain as it slapped at it's back ineffectually. Another one of the furry beasts must have turned around to help it's friend. She never saw coming as it charged and hit her from behind knocking the wind out of her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 21:32:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Crammit the Frog<br><hr>Through the rubbery, transluscent skin of the oversized amphibian, Alec can see the naked form of Allie wriggling herself about with the massive frog's tongue trying to force her further down its gullet-- a hope that won't quite come to fruition until she's compacted more, and she has no intention of agreeing to all that, no matter how hungry he is.&nbsp; All the excitement has triggered the frog's bioluminescence, causing it to shimmer a pale blue visible even in the afternoon sun, and it blinks one bulging eye at the now-armed, still tumescent, and almost-entirely-naked mercenary who is steadily bearing down on it.&nbsp; Without doubt, the thing's not had the forethought to consider <i>this</i> phase of its hunting excursion-- the part where one food won't go down the pipe and the other food has a pointy and is ready to put that pointy to work.<br><br><em>No</em>, thinks the frog, <em>this is not good, </em>so it turns its nose-end downstream and proceeds to make its most daring getaway possible with a meal equal to almost half its bodyweight in its mouth.<br><br>What should have been a mighty and if not graceful, then certainly an effective, hop becomes a sprawling display of inefficient locomotion as the frog becomes airborne, achieving a height of a meter or so, but clearing only a distance of an additional meter before landing, fully sprawled, upon its bloated and kicking belly.&nbsp; For this action there is an opposite reaction, and the sudden contraction of its body spills its tongue from its mouth a foot or so, contracting and creating pressure that pushes its mouth open and spills Allie out into the creek water where she lands with a gurgling gasp, covered in mucus, in the shallow water.<br><br>Alec can reach a distance appropriate for combat, the slippery rocks creating a bit of impediment, but the azure bullfrog of suffocation is no longer bogged down by the naked half-elven girl and, thus, back to its lively and consuming readiness, leaping a few feet further away.&nbsp; Allie, panting, looks up and grins at Alec with relief, "*Huff* *Huff* *huuuughhh* oh, thank you... you came to rescue meeEEE!" and the bastard is at it again, this time pulling her to him by the leg he's snared, sucking her between its lips like a bloated man eating a raw oyster, and waddling-- very slowly-- away.&nbsp; <em>Not gonna hop and let the food get away again</em>, the frog seems to plan as it teeters and wallows a few inches at a time.&nbsp; <br><br>Alec has no trouble catching it, should he pursue, and he can see Allie, looking steamed and humiliated, watching him through its semi-transparent skin with her cheeks puffed out to hold her breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 22:15:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>Alec looked on in horror as the frog tensed and leapt into the air before it splashed down again. Then he sighed in relief as the creature seemed to spit Allie out. He was about to offer her his hand when... Whoosh! She was gone again. Back down the frog's gullet. Now attempting to practically sprint as best as he could in the creek bed, his bare feet slipped on algae and water weeds. He even almost dropped his sword once or twice as he pumped his legs to rescue his friend from such an...odd fate really. "I-I thought," he yelled at the top of his lungs as he began to close on the waddling frog. "That y-you said these weren't dangerous?!" He finished in a huff as he drew back his arm for a wide slash at the beast's hind quarters.<br><br>The massive amphibian kicked at him with one powerful leg. Luckily it seemed to find Alec to be less than a threat as it was intent on its bothersome mouthful, and just grazed his arm. But the blow was still enough to send the young man spinning onto his rump in the water. Grunting, and seeing stars, he propped himself on his sword and got back to his feet. "Hiya! He cried leaping forward as his blade struck true. Right into the slimy beast's ass and lodging firmly in place a good foot or so. With Alec still holding on of coarse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 06:04:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Crammit the Frog<br><hr>Oh, my.&nbsp; Anyone who has cut into a frog knows the general layout of its anatomy, but these jewel frogs are, apparently, not only noteworthy for their bioluminescence and defensive secretions, but also-- in an evident jest of nature's test-run design-- for their departure from resilience in the way of skeletal structure.&nbsp; Eschewing the rigid hollow bones of their amphibious cousins, these gelatinous things do not grow -more- rigid and strong with age, but (at least in regards to local species) less so... they are masses of fat, muscle, mouth and digestive tract.&nbsp; Throw in a massive sac of reproductive issue with a few knotted bundles of nerves connected by fibrous cords, and-- viola-- one has a gelatinous jewel frog, replete with goo and held into place with a stretchy membrane of translucent skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Alec's aim was true, and rewarded this elvine-craving stomach-with-legs a... fitting end.<br><br>Piercing the beast's hindquarters proved as easy as punching a hole through a jellyfish-- well, except for nicking the hip-joints, which was rather like driving his trusted sword through a fish stuffed deep inside a jellyfish, or perhaps a tubular sea-cucumber inside a jellyfish-- for even as he lost his balance and careened back to regain his footing, the lumbering frog panicked and lurched a few feet away, assuring itself that this time a landing would not-- NOT!-- jar loose the food it was trying to mash into a swallowable mass for full consumption.&nbsp; Yet... as the blade remained fixed, the body lurched forward, and upon landing?<br><br>Well, the pressure had to go somewhere.&nbsp; And suddenly it had a new means of egress.<br><br>The spillage of its digestive system and bioluminescent organs is similar to a fisherman divesting a net of its contents, right out the back of its body.&nbsp; Strangely, the frog's inexpressive face <i>almost</i> seems proud of its accomplishment, thinking itself quite strong to be able to leap so far with a full belly-- not realizing immediately that its belly is still where it leapt, and <i>the frog</i> is now a good fifteen meters downstream.&nbsp; For her part, the elf looks a little horrified, although relieved to be able to sputter out her breath and follow it with a long, deep inhale again, as wraps her arms over her breasts in a gesture less about modesty than horror.&nbsp; "Oh gods," she mumbles semi-coherently from where she kneels in the ichor-thick stream of cold water.&nbsp; "Goddess around us, what fresh hell was that."&nbsp; Her voice is just above a whisper, breathy with a tremolo of revulsion, and she flickers her gaze in every direction at once.&nbsp; <br><br>Realizing her safety now, she suddenly regains her wits-- alarmed at the immediate awareness of a fact she'd already recounted about the jewel frog... <br><i< i="">&gt;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333540.msg15889927#msg15889927">Quote from: Ixy on 18-06-2021, 15:11:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"They're poisonous, you know.&nbsp; The colors warn predators not to eat them, lest they sicken.&nbsp; Apparently, licking a live one can induce all manner of..."&nbsp; She hesitates, glancing up and letting her face mime chagrin and possession of a secret, "...rrre-ACT-tions."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"It's in my eyes, my nose, my--" she blinks very rapidly-- "uuuh-oh..." swallowing, she looks up a Alec with fear causing her eyes to glisten and tremble.&nbsp; "Don't move, please..." she asks, scrubbing her arms vigorously, then splashing cool, fresh water into her eyes, her armpits, then taking a mouthful of water, swishing it comically back and forth from cheek to cheek, and spitting it like a drinking sailor in a fountain-arc to be envied.<br><br>"Alright... there."&nbsp; She sighs, thrusts her hands onto her hips, and straightens her posture.&nbsp; Her breasts just up a bit at attention as she nods at Alec.&nbsp; "That's all I can do.&nbsp; Now.&nbsp; Before I die, go insane, pass out, turn into a toad, start vomiting, or WHATEVER the poison will do to me--" and she launches herself at him for a vigorous, desperate, and sincere hug that crushes her body against him in a warm, wet press of girl-flesh and wet hair.&nbsp; "Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Alec, you are a hero."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 06:53:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A small river to the North of the Cypress tree. Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>Fear is a wonderful motivation for running at top speed until your legs wish to fall off. But despite carrying at least a ten pound barrel of alcohol and running from creatures who routinely run on four legs to take out speeding deer or horses, Yokun was proud of how much distance he was gaining away from the Gnolls. But that was all brought to a screeching halt when some poor good Samaritan decided to try and help it was a pretty Elf girl with pink skin, but before the human could register if she was real or like all those Kobolds that had stolen his socks, she was gone like a shadow. Deciding she wasn't real he kept on running wondering if it was a bad sign that he was hallucinating as much sober as he did drunk.<br><br>But his wondering was cut short as the not-real pink Elf girl made herself known again. This time squaring up with the male Gnoll and cutting his loincloth off before jumping on his back like a terrier holding on for dear life with a dagger. At this both he and the female Gnoll stopped in their tracks. It was then the third Gnoll, the smaller fluffy female had decided to rejoin the fray tackling the pink elf to the ground. Swearing aloud Yokun debated what to do, he had the booze and Gnolls weren't quite known for killing things. Especially pretty things, naw she'd be taken back to the village and treated as a guest. Sure prolly used for sex until she passed out, but there are worse fates right? But once again he reminded himself that he wasn't an expert on Gnoll things and things Gnolls do with the things they...do things with..." He was running out of time! With a loud growl he leapt onto the nearest Gnoll's back and rabbit punched her square in the back of the neck knocking her out cold onto her face causing another couple of teeth to fly out. The Gnoll people should invest in a proper dental program, it would save them all this bother. But he scooped up these teeth and moved to Pinkie's aid.<br><br>These Gnolls were very much new at this hunting thing as once they knocked their prey down they weren't sure what to do, but Yokun knew what to do. "Hey Fluffy! Eyes up!" The female looked up just in time to see the alcohol barrel flying at her head, she yelped in fear and dove out of the way, but by the time she stood back up Yokun was there fists up and ready. The male had finally gotten to his feet and was eager to get back at the Elf who knifed him. Fluffy had also recovered her spear and was closing in, but she still had visible fear in her eyes. Looking down he offered his hand to the female Elf. "Up and at'em Pinkie, you take Fluffy. I'll handle Blue Balls over there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 07:17:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>Alec was worried that the jewel frog would hop again, and, while he did not want to ensure that he went with it, his plan was to disable it. What he did not expect, in truth the last thing he even would have contemplated, was that it would pop like some giant vile child's pig bladder ball. Standing there still holding his sword at chest height&nbsp; he was now covered in the amphibian's foul smelling mucus and....is that a goat's leg? And that looks like a canine's skull. He sniffed and slowly lowered his sword as the gruesome mess dripped slowly down his chest, his waist, and the front of his legs. Then he casually brushed his bangs to the side, which caused a long thick streamer of almost transparent slime to glue his hair like a lopsided unicorn horn coming off of his forehead. Looking down at the half elf huddled in the now tainted water, he simply exhaled and collapsed next to her in the muck.<br><br>He looked up as Allie suddenly, desperately, washed herself while going on about...oh yeah. She did mention poison earlier. His eyes widened as he crouched down himself driving his sword into the gravel. Miserably he joined her in wiping as much of the filth off as they could. This was not how he thought the last few minutes would have gone for the pair. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's inner thoughts</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Maybe a kiss and make out session. Hell I would have settled for just playing with her boobs. Ofcoarse I might've tried to talk her into a hand job on the bank. She probably would have fell for some lie if I told it to her. Oh, who am I kidding! No I wouldn't have. Big innocent weird hot kitten girl half elf! Tsk. It would have made me feel like shit for days to take advantage of her.'</div></div><br>Being only covered in gobs of gore from his waist down and up his sword arm he was finished with the grim task before Allie finished herself. He still had the quickly drying hair spike though. And his skivvies were just....unsalvageable honestly. He was pondering simply peeling them off and tossing them, when she launched herself in for a truly wonderous hug. He went wide eyed for a heart beat before simply returning it. "I...I was really worried, and I'm just glad your safe," he starts as he leaned his head against hers and closed his eyes for a moment. The welcome softness of her womanly curves threatened to sap his attention away from her dire words. As his small head noticed the sudden warm press of girl flesh against his chest and in his arms. Slowly, processing the string of sentences she had thrown at him, he looked her in the eyes. "Wait... Die? G-go insane? Pass out or turn into a toad?" He asked as his fingers dug into her shoulders and he pushed her back to arms length. Trying to get her to focus he stared intently into her eyes as he asked again. "Allie? Think. Are any of those things going to happen to us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 14:44:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Crammit the Frog<br><hr>Shivering and holding Alec tightly, she brushes her hand down his back and says in a very scientific fashion.&nbsp; "I... I don't know what it will do, but... we'll need to..." she swallows dryly and sniffs once, staying brave, nodding wrapping her arms around him and leans her face a few inches back... the gestures presses her hips to his, heedless of what his skivvies don't hide so well.&nbsp; "I heard a rumor, and I'm beginning to suspect it might.&nbsp; Might.&nbsp; Be true.&nbsp; And... if it <i>is</i> true then..." she giggles lightly, then as she opens her eyes, he can see that her pupils have dilated to black pools, her cheeks flushed, "...well, I may only have a little bit of time to tell you what... I <i>was</i> thinking before... I can't think straight... for a few hours."<br><br>Her breasts and cheeks are flushed across the tops to a blushing pink as if she's catching a sunburn, and she removes one hand from her embrace of his back to push her hair from her cheek and over her shoulder-- an act that seems to occupy all of her attention and sensations for a few seconds and draw a shiver that he can feel everywhere her body touches him.&nbsp; Which, by the way, is everywhere she can accomplish this.<br><br>"Half the... elves at... the glade were... relatives.&nbsp; And they... encourage openness, bodily exploration.&nbsp; But they always... saw me as a child, and I would have... to wait."&nbsp; She breathed a sudden, deep sigh, shoulders heaving up as she clamps her lips to try to contain the girlish moan that follows with the pleasure of its exhale.&nbsp; Her body is on fire, she feels.&nbsp; Pleasurable, alert, hungering fire.&nbsp; "So my... freedom to explore from the Circle... was as much about... finding companionship... adventure... as about... finding lovers... to fulfill a need... an intense... need... oh mother's grace--"<br><br>She grabs his face with her hands, unless he <i>vigorously</i> resists, and covers his mouth with her own in a wide-mouthed, hungry kiss before whispering, "I liked you when we met, but you saved me, and you're a true friend... So... will you... do this with me..? Make love?&nbsp; The toxin might pass faster but, it might... enhance the experience."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 17:24:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie<hr><br>Slowly as he held her he noticed tingles across his skin down to his finger tips. Alec had started to feel worry worming its way into his chest when Allie clamped her lips over his in a kiss that made his head spin. He let out a soft moan of disappointment when she broke the contact of their lips. Of coarse he now was getting a little light headed himself. His manhood could drive nails into stone at this point as it arose unbidden, no doubt from prolonged skin contact from the frog's excretions. Not at all the glorious bare flesh of a half naked girl squirming in his arms. Nope. As she spoke he started getting the sensation of floating and slowly realized just what his new friend was offering.<br><br>"You....talk to much," Alec grinned and shook his head as he gave in to his own impulses and allowed his hands to explore her body. His fingers slowly moved up her stomach and towards her breasts. "But...Yeah. I like you too." He whispered as he began to tease and rub her perfect cherry blossom nipples and cup the curves of her perky breasts. When she did not stop him, his left hand slipped across her hip, around to the small of her back, and down to her butt. He fingers dug into the soft flesh as he pulled her in for another kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth as he tasted the sweetness of her lips. It reminded him of maple syrup and black berries somehow....or maybe he was just high.<br><br>After they broke apart for a breath Alec noticed that his skivvies had become unbearably tight and had started to stick to places. Letting Allie go for a moment he yanked down his underwear to his ankles in an almost smooth motion. His cock sprung free his tip already swollen. Only a few minutes ago he probably would have turned a dozen shades of crimson after such a display, but in his current state he simply stood before her unashamed. He kicked them the rest of the way off, and uncaring, they floated down stream from the pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 20:54:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/B0AA8E2A-7214-40B8-A386-5FB3E2FE2DA6.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sarissa Softscale<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Snekling<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><hr>Sarissa was familiar with Selphie, so much as she had heard the name around the Temple and seen the beautiful woman there from time to time. However, when she inquired about the young woman from other acolytes, they rolled their eyes. They said she was not living in the Temple and had left it pretty much at that.&nbsp; Sarissa didn’t necessarily hold the somewhat dubious response against the stunning acolyte; however, she was beginning to understand why there had been so many eye rolls.<br><br>Risppt appeared to be a competent tracker.&nbsp; She wasn’t entirely sure since it was not her specialty, and it seemed a somewhat convoluted route they had been taking. Sarissa held her forked tongue and let the tracker do his thing.&nbsp; After all, a morning stroll had been a common occurrence for the svelte Snekling, who enjoyed the wonders of nature.&nbsp; Sarissa had no ill will or suspicion towards the Kobold. Being dubbed monstrous herself by many had taught her not to judge people quickly.<br><br>The quiet Mercenary, Alec Redwater, did not appear to hold to Sarissa’s views on non-human presenting people.&nbsp; She had noticed the sly glances and how his hand often rested on his hilt when she walked nearby.&nbsp; If Sarissa were honest, there was a little guilty pleasure in knowing she didn’t need a weapon to defend herself, though she did carry one.&nbsp; There were just some creatures you didn’t want to punch.&nbsp; However, Sarissa was not one to purposely aggravate others and made a point of conversing and walked closer to Selphie or Risppt and gave the warrior his space.<br><br>As to her capabilities, Sarissa wasn’t sure how exactly to answer that and simply noted that she could defend herself and others if the situation arose and just wanted to help. It might not have been reassuring to someone looking for specifics. Still, if you needed an honest and capable person by your side, you could do much worse than Sarissa Softscale.<br><br>“I have some jerky if you get hungry,” Sarissa offered.&nbsp; The pack slung over her shoulder held some dried food, a wineskin full of water, and some bandages before glancing at Alec.&nbsp; She was rather hoping they would not have to visit that ominous location.&nbsp; It had never been the plan, but they were getting close to its border.&nbsp; It might have been her imagination, but she did feel that even in the mid-day sun, shadows were clinging heavily when present.<br><br>“Do we just walk up,” she inquired, gesturing towards the farm. “Or should we poke around quietly first?” It seemed strange not to announce herself if the family that owned the farm was home, but a stealthy approach might be best if they were in trouble.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 22:48:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie <hr><br>Shrugging his shoulders as Sarissa seemed to offer the group jerky he crouched down and picked up a fist sized stone from the trail. "If it is goblins in there, and not just some poor farmers, maybe we can draw them out?" He asked tossing the rock in the air experimentally, testing its weight. "Bet I can hit the roof from here?" He looked over his shoulder at the three of them a slight grin on his lips as he stood up. Blowing his bangs out of his eyes, with a large wind up, he cocked back his arm ready to launch the stone toward the farm house.<br><br>If anyone wished to stop him now was the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 00:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Somewhere near a small river to the North of the Cypress tree | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yukon <br><br><hr>Big man with the barrel came back after all and freed her from getting jumped by all three of the Gnolls. Süna wasted no time taking his offered hand and jumping to her feet. Her head still spun from getting knocked around by the furry assholes. <br><br><strong>"My name is Süna,"</strong> she said. She flashed him a grin and dove at the female Gnoll that the Big Man had pointed out. <br><br>Feeling not as overwhelmed, Süna was able to hit her stride and go on the attack. Not that much of anything broke her stride as she was supremely confident to the point of being daring. Clearly she was daring as she had dove into the fray with the three of these creatures. <br><br><strong>"What will it be furry, shall I stab you or cut you into ribbons,"</strong> Süna said to the Gnoll. The Gnoll looked confused. Maybe it wasn't used to having it's victims talking or maybe Süna was just talking crazy. Going in hard with her dagger it flashed and flickered around in her hand as she gave it the old random stab of randomness.<strong> "Dealer's choice it will be then,"</strong> she called as she attacked. The dagger went flying out of her hand and cut the Gnoll's hand. It's weapon clattered to the ground and Süna pounced. The pair were rolling around in the dirt, pulling at fur and hair. Their small fist and feet flying into each other. One moment one went flipping through the air and the next they were rolling around on the ground again. Growls and colorful words filled the air as each landed blows and their limbs tangled up in one another. Süna had her legs wrapped around her from behind, one leg pinning the Gnoll's leg and the Gnoll in a headlock. If that had been a person this would have been over but it was a Gnoll and their body shape was not exactly the same as a person. The pair twisted and tangled around once more in frantic struggle oblivious to the fighting going on beside them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 00:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A small river to the North of the Cypress tree/ Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>Yokun smiled at the Elf's name nice and simple, he could even remember it drunk he was sure of it. "I'm Yokun, have fun with Fluffy!" He shouted before he met Blue Ball's charge ducking under the taller beast man's swing and springing up in a spearing tackle. Gnolls were a fair deal stronger than humans, but like all tall fuckers get under their center of balance and you can toss them...if you're strong enough yourself that is. Luckily Yokun was, the male Gnoll grunted as the wind was knocked out of him, but had managed to get his claws under Yokun and practically spring boarded them an through the air to land in a pile of limbs and sputtering on the ground.<br><br>The Gnoll contemplated going to help his smaller sister, but this was their first person hunt. Every Gnoll has to catch a non-Gnoll person and either kill them or bring them back to the village as a prize. From there the captured person is either ransomed back to the people of Amberdale or they become a part of the Clan's harem. It's not a bad life being in the Harem, fed well and kept from dying, but you are at the mercy of whatever Gnoll takes a liking. After that those that stay get used to it and begin liking it never wishing to leave the Clan. And if An-Yah couldn't handle one Pink Elf well...then she would suffer for it. And this smelly man with the shiny hands was going to be Ba-Tou's first kill! Howling in triumph Blue Balls...or Ba-Tou charged at Yokun who was still stuck on his back like a turtle. It had been a long time since the boxer had been thrown like that. He saw stars, be it from the hit or the fact he was going on over twelve hours without eating after a night of hard drinking. He should've just stayed in bed that day, let someone else find the fuck bunnies and try to steal alcohol from Gnolls. And as he lay there he thought about playing dead then maybe the Gnoll will leave him alone, he wasn't pretty enough to taken to a pack of horny dog people's village for sex and he was sure he didn't taste good at least he assumed as much considering the faces Zi-Zi makes whenever she puts part of him in her mouth.<br><br>But the howl from Blue Balls combined with the noises Suna and Fluffy were making as they rolled through the dirt tearing at each other clothes brought him back to reality. He had money to drink with now! Why the hell would he just roll over and die! Seeing Blue Balls almost upon him Yokun did a move he never thought he'd be able to do in a million and one years lifting his legs he managed to jump to his feet from his back and catch the attacking male Gnoll square on his nose with his right fist. The dog man's momentum did more to fuck him up than Yokun's fist could ever do though. His head snapped back as the man carried through with the punch falling flat on his own face in the process, but also managed to send Blue Balls, ass over face making him tumble through the wheat field leaving a large path of destruction as he came to a halt. The Gnoll groaned before slumping to the ground. <br><br>Standing up Yokun sputtered dirt and rocks from his mouth. "NO FUCKING WAY THAT WORKED!" Quickly becoming his catchphrase Yokun got to his feet shouting to his Elvin comrade. "By Bacchnysus's holy foot! Did you see that Suna!" Upon seeing the women in an interesting state the man hmmed. "Looks like Fluffy is getting sleepy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 22:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><hr><strong></strong><br>"I think now is not the time to worry on dinner," Alec chided Selphie.<br><br>The Cleric waited until she could look Alec in the eye before taking another bite of her apple. Sure, it was aggressive, but Selphie could be <em>extremely</em> bold when the stakes were low. She smiled, chewing like a cow for the express purpose of hoping to irritate him. She wasn't sure it would work - he seemed to be far too mature to be laid low by such childish tactics, but it never hurt to try. Besides, if she wasn't spending her time teasing him, she would have to spend it thinking about what Risppt had said. What if the goblins <em>had</em> moved into the Shadow Vale? The apple was tasting less sweet by the moment and by the time she swallowed, her appetite had vanished.<br><br>She tossed the unfinished fruit into the dirt. It was a wasteful gesture, but she still had family money to pull from. Little did she know that would soon be coming to a halt...<br><br>“Do we just walk up,” Sarissa inquired, gesturing towards the farm. “Or should we poke around quietly first?” <br><br>"If it is goblins in there, and not just some poor farmers, maybe we can draw them out?" Alec asked tossing a rock in the air. "Bet I can hit the roof from here?" <br><br>If anyone was waiting on her to offer a sensible solution, they'd be waiting for a long time, but Selphie couldn't stay silent. She was worried about what would happen if there <em>were</em> goblins and Alec <em>did</em> draw them out. She waved a hand at Sarissa, declining the offer of jerky. Dried meat didn't sit well in her delicate stomach.<br><br><strong>"But then they'd run at us,"</strong> she said in a voice that almost sound frightened. She cleared her throat, upset at the weakness, and tried again. <strong>"I mean, we're out in the open here."</strong> It almost seemed like she was supporting Sarissa's suggestion to 'poke around' and sneak up on the house, but Selphie was adamantly against that idea, also. In fact, any idea that involved confrontation seemed like a bad idea! Feeling like she was starting to sound like a coward, she lamely added: <strong>"Archers could pick us off."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 23:29:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt was completely oblivious to the subtleties of reply that the pretty cleric lady provided in answer to the sell-sword man, or at least from his own perspective she simply continued to eat while looking at him. His own gaze shifted back towards the barn, not letting his attention fixate on company that he currently kept even if interesting and for the pretty snake lady and pretty cleric lady, both of which he was fond of stealing glances of. <br><br>"Purr-hapsss find cover and be hid furr-ssst, if Goblin...we pick them off." He offered in his broken common, even as he had already lowered his small form to a crouch, creeping carefully and slowly as he drew forth one of the arrows from its quiver. The tip was crafted clearly from the bone of some animal, jagged and pointed seemingly hand made by the Kobold himself. Though he prepared his arrow, nocking it he did not draw tension from the string. It wouldn't have done if they were humans that came out to mistakenly let it fly, that would earn him no favor in town. Or if anything at least, get him run out of it. He did wish they would have had a bit more time to see if prey was actually in the farm house as maybe they could have laid a trap or two. Sure, the traps he might have been able to set at the moment might have only hindered them but even that would have been something.<br><br>If there had been any protest to tossing the rock, Risppt had given none and had no intention of stopping Alec. He'd have almost preferred that Goblins came out, it would mean that hadn't ventured into the Vale. Even if it was worrisome now, the whole dynamic would shift if they needed to delve into the woods.<br><br>He could feel it bubbling inside of him, that nervous energy that some how seemed to just dance against the pool of rage hidden beneath the small unassuming form of the Kobold. He always felt that in moments right before he would let his first arrow fly, or that anticipation before the trap was sprung. Even more, his own thoughts turned to that mantra that had kept him from giving into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 00:19:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Somewhere near a small river to the North of the Cypress tree | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yukon <br><br><hr>It took a lot of wrangling, as the tussle went on, this furry beast was wiry and a lot stronger than she looked. Süna finally managed to get the Gnoll into a solid lock and the creature did indeed get sleepy. When the creature stopped resisting and went slack Süna kicked her way out from under it. Popping up to her feet she dusted her pink skin off, the luxuriously rich red velvet of her little outfit shrugging off the dirt with ease. Grabbing one of her little green stones she breathed on it a couple times and gave it a quick polish before she straightened herself back proper.<br><br>"Not my best work. Have to admit I've never done that before... the neck thingy" Süna made the motions with her arms to illustrate then she blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. Looking to the big man, <strong>"What did you do now?"</strong> She questioned him as he had gave a good shout moments before about something working. <strong>"You bellowed that something worked? Perhaps you'd like to crack open that keg and tell me more about this success."</strong> She looked around. <strong>"Do you think we'll be disturbed again? Maybe you have a safer place for us to drink? This road hardly seems the place but I'm game for anything."</strong> Her pink thigh stuck up from the high slit in her skirt as she adjusted the golden wreath that encircled her slender waistline.<br><br><strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukon." </strong>Süna's glowing green eyes flickered as her eyelids opened and closed in the dark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 01:44:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A small river to the North of the Cypress tree/ Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>As the Fluffy Gnoll went limp Yokun looked around the other two were knocked out cold as well. All and all he'd call this a win for two unlucky fools like them. He's heard stories of a single Gnoll wiping out a group of four armed travelers probably way more skill and experienced than either he or Suna were. If there was any reason to celebrate this would be a reason! Still glowing he took the Elfs hand and showed her where he and the Gnoll had been fighting. The big male was still in a furry pile at the end of a long row of wheat. "I punched Blue Balls in the nose and sent him flying! I've never done that before and half expected to be shredded for even trying!"<br><br>As she brought up the keg he gasped. Yokun had totally forgotten about the keg that started this whole shit show. Moving past the Pink Elf he tried to remember where he had thrown it. He missed hitting Fluffy with it, but that didn't mean it wasn't splinted across a big rock somewhere the precious ambrosia of alcohol seeped into the earth getting some dirty worms or moles drunk at Yokun's expense...that just wasn't right! In fact it was a crime against nature in his opinion! Stepping around the small Gnoll he dropped to his knees feeling through the tall wheat and grass. "Oh where is it! Where is it!" <br><br>He gone below the crops for a few minutes before he let out a triumphant yell. "Haha success!" Popping back up to his feet he walked back to Suna smiling. "Pleasure to meet you too Suna, but hope you don't mind drinking on the road. I know a place we can go and not be attacked, but we're gonna have to drink our prized little keg as we go." Pulling a small metal cup from his belt he held it out and flipped the now cracked keg over it. A steady trickle of dark strong smelling alcohol began pouring out filling the cup in seconds, there wasn't much left, maybe three cups apiece, but the experienced drinker could tell right away it was strong stuff it made his eyes water just holding the keg on his shoulder. With a wink and a smile he handed the cup to Suna. "Pretty ladies first." He said as he stepped to begin walking back to town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 15:28:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Allie<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.&nbsp; Mid-day.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Crammit the Frog<br><hr>Allie looked at Alec with slightly-high and incredibly lustful eyes when the kiss broke momentarily for a breath of air, her body achingly adoring every inch of contact with him from the surprisingly tender probing of his mouth to the warm girth of his broad chest against her soft breasts to the hard length of insistent reminder of his desire against her belly.&nbsp; <i>He really wants me, not one of the nymphs or my sisters or-- oh, nature's blessings in a honeypot, he's a man alright, and a swweeeet one</i>... and then, she realizes, she'd murmured these words <i>aloud</i> and she blushes and giggles as he frees his erect cock from his breechcloth and she gapes... "Nature makes some beautiful things,"&nbsp; She says, guiding him to the grass as she tugs the side-tie of the tiny triangle of cloth covering her sex, letting that string hang away from her hip as she guides him to lie down in the soft grass beside her.&nbsp; "None more beautiful than reciprocated loving, I think..." she whispers in a voice husky with desire as she kisses him again.<br><br>If he lies beside her she lets the cloth flop to the side, showing the short, thin blonde curls that sit like a tiny triangle of pale honey, very, very low on her smooth pubic mound.&nbsp; Now hiding not even this symbolic little triumph, she lifts one knee and rests its foot on the grass, taking time to show herself to him and study him in turn, basking in the beauty of him with the pretense of inhibition cast away into the stream like the detritus of the danger they'd faced together and the mud of her labors before.&nbsp; She looks exquisitely happy as she allows one hand to roam over his chest, her face leaning close to take in the faintly musky smell of his skin, like leather and fresh-cut wood, as she explores with her eyes and hands and finally cups his swollen-- perhaps painfully so-- member in her hand to cradle, then stroke, then knead it gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 18:27:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale &gt; Farmlands | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br><hr>“Oh. That’s why I haven’t seen you before. You are new in the town. Welcome to Amberdale!” Saying that was almost like a reflex. It was what one was supposed to say to a newcomer. Merry took an evaluating glance at Jasper when he said he would work for free. “You are an adventurer? A lumberjack? A carpenter? A travelling entertainer?” In her little head she made guesses why he had axes with him. “That’s fair. At this point I will take all the help I can get.”<br><br>Merry snorted at the meaniefur. “It’s all water under the bridge now! Don’t worry about it. You can make up for it and as long as we get the book back unharmed no one is even going to notice it was gone. Now, hurry! We have wasted enough time! Run…!” Merry understood that she didn’t know his name. “What are you called? I’m Merry” the Vulpi introduced herself as she ran out of the town, still holding Jasper’s hand in hers. She followed a little path, curling between fields, towards a river ahead. From this far she didn’t see the goblin, but if he was running in the field, it was almost impossible to spot him from the middle of crops. <br><br>By the river, in the shadow of an old oak tree was the book thief. He was wrapping a thin twine around the book, tightening and tying the twine with several knots. He wasn’t content before the book was tied so it wouldn’t open. The little goblin hopped on top of the book, balancing himself by spearing his hands to sides. He tilted first to right, then to left and finally muttered something. The thief took his bundle and a long stick. He tossed them both on the book before he started with huffing and puffing pushing the book towards the river.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 22:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15887320#msg15887320)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Haunted Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining. W1D1-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884713#msg15884713)<hr><br>As they broke their kiss he found himself being guided to a patch of grass by the pretty half elven girl. Alec gave no resistance. In truth he would not have cared if they stayed in the cool water. All he knew for a fact was that Allie at this moment is the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He was powerless to not obey her whims from his need. Her eyes were vivid and drew him in as he lies beside her. "Wow," he gasped as she removed her panties. He was delighted to follow every taut muscle and curve of her body as he found his calloused fingers dancing lightly across her hip and side in return as they explored each others naked bodies. Propped upon his elbow to face her, his manhood twitched and jumped as she touched his chest. He cupped and kneaded her breast with his free hand before sliding a thumb in small circles across the pink nub that was already demanding attention.<br><br>The young warrior's eyes drank her in as she leaned closer with adoration. She was slender with just the right amount of curves at her hips, butt, and breasts. So different from any woman he had ever seen in a Legion camp. Even those close to his own age were harder, rougher, and far plainer than Allie. She had no hard muscles or scars. Nor the rough weather beaten skin of someone that had seen hard times or harsh climates. He was marveling at her perfection when the sunlight played off her wet hair making it glisten like bronze. In a fit of honest pique he brushed it away from the delicate point of her ear as she grasped his throbbing member. He groaned softly as she started stroking and kneading him. He tilted his head to the side as she leaned in, and let his fingers entwine in her hair. He tugged lightly, directing her, so he could get at his prize. Letting his tongue snaked out, he licked her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and giving it playful soft lingering nibbles. Soon his mouth was placing the same down her neck to her shoulder.<br><br>The muscles in his thighs and legs tightened as she continued her work with her hands. He closed his eyes for a few moments as the sensation was heightened and his head started to spin. He did not yet feel the call for relief from his body. He idly wondered if it was the frog's doing, but quickly dismissed it at the touch of her smooth skin to his. Slowly he drug his palm down her tight stomach to the golden valley of her mound. Then his fingers brushed across the lush lips of her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 01:39:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Somewhere near a small river to the North of the Cypress tree | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yukon <br><br><hr>Yukon showed Süna the Gnoll he had flattened. Whether it was skill or luck he had done an amazing job of making short work of those Gnolls. She admired the breadth of his thick strong arms as he pointed out his handy work. She tried not to ogle his muscles. To cover up her wandering eyes she opted to laugh at the Gnoll's predicament and placed her hand on Yukon's shoulder and to give him a congratulatory tap. She responded to his comment with a brief, <strong>"Fortune favors the bold. The beast go what was coming to it."</strong><br><br>After that, Yukon went searching for his keg and she peered into the place he searched, a bit concerned until a few moments later he exclaimed with triumph that he had found the keg. Before long they were on the road and he offered Süna a cup of the draft.<br><br><strong>"That's a smell that will put hair on your chest,"</strong> Süna said as she held her breath and took a large mouthful. It tasted about as good as it smelled but the warming burn was pleasant and took the edge off the cool night. Her aches, bruises, and scrapes would thank her later for it. She took another long pull and let it settle in.&nbsp; <strong>"Whoa, that is some stuff...."</strong><br><br><strong>"So where are we headed big man. I've been on my feet daily for weeks now. I'm far from home and my ass could use a place to rest."</strong><br><br>Süna looked over at him as they walked, wrapping her arms around herself attempting to stave off the night chill. She noted that he had clearly been in a few battles as he was far more scarred up than she was. His face bore the brunt of battle.<br><br><strong>"Tell me something about you, stranger. Are you from these parts? What's brought you to Amberdale?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 03:11:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A ruined wheat field North of the Cypress tree/ Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>As the pair moved out onto the road and the Elf girl took her first pull of the drink Yokun lifted the keg and simply poured his share directly into his mouth. Oh damn that stuff tasted like fermented death and Yokun was all for it. He had a feeling it was Bacchnysus's will they not consume the entire contents of the keg and that's why he cracked it and caused most of it's contents to spill out. Maybe mere humans or mere pink elves weren't meant to drink a full thing of Gnoll booze themselves.<br><br>Or the God of Wine was a greedy fucker and he just wanted most of it for himself. In that case this was a double victory in Yokun's mind! First, a win against some Gnolls and then another win over the God of getting drunk off your ass. He was about to pour Suna her second cup when he noticed she wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the cold. Should he put his arm around her? It would be a nice gesture, but wouldn't do much to keep her warm out here. Looking down for an idea he remembered he was wearing a fur lined coat. Albeit one that could use a wash, but as long as she didn't mind the smell it'll keep her warm and he still had his other fur-lined clothes on to keep himself warm. Putting the keg down so it wouldn't tip he quickly undid his belt and pulled the coat off before slinging it over the barely dressed Elf's narrow shoulders. Not that he minded her being barely dressed. She had a very petite body, nicely curved, and likely quite fun when it comes to thing that don't involve fighting, but being cold isn't fun.<br><br>Once his coat was settled he redid his belt and picked up the keg to refill her cup before tipping back for another drink for himself. After a small belch he answered her questions. "Hmm I was actually out here catching some rabbits for an impatient Satyr who needed their blood to track some ducks or some shit." He shrugged walking slowly besides the Elf woman. "Anyway caught the rabbits, got paid for it, but then I kid you not the goatman paid me an extra five copper pieces to go get a bath at that temple out here somewhere." He chuckled holding his arms out in somewhat disbelief. "And I tells him, I'm not gonna pay for a bath when I can jump in a river for free. Plus that temple ain't all it's cracked up to be, they say they'll tend to a person's...baser needs as well. But what they don't tell ya is they only do that if you're a rich merchant covered in silks and rubies. Most people can't afford the Tantric Services or whatever they call'em." Dropping his arms he continued. "So I took a swim, smelt booze and meat, then found trouble." He laughed kicking a small rock off the trail. "As for where I'm from and where I'm going? Well I'm from far to the East somewhere. Up a mountain among some pine trees, honestly don't remember much beyond that. I wandered for a bit and wound up in Amberdale. Been there for...hell five years? Maybe...that's another thing I don't remember, but I live at the Vine and Horn Inn which incidentally has the best beds to rest a weary ass on in all of Amberdale!" He gave a short barking laugh. "So what about you? I've seen a few Elves in my time, but not one quite as cool looking as you Suna. Especially love those dagger moves of yours."<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands/ destroyed wheat fields/after midnight W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><br>Hours beyond the time two weary adventurers wandered off to get drunk on the road a soft pained moan drifted out across the dark fields of destroyed wheat. A few of the not utterly ruined stalks rustled as someone began to move about and soon the multi-colored head of a canine poked up eyes shut and ears drooping down. "Ow...An-Yah no like Pink Elves." The female voice said before a woman's full form stood up, though considering she was barely taller than the wheat around her it would be hard to tell from a distance.<br><br>An-Yah was having a bad day. First she woke up with her fur all sticky from the heat of the previous night, then she almost broke her spear hunting. Things began to look up as she was told she'd be going on her first person hunt with Ba-Tou and Ye-Jal. Finally a chance to prove herself as something more than just a scrawny furball unfit to carry a Gnoll male's pups. But even that ended in disaster, two of her teeth were gone, they would grow back she knew, but still didn't make it a nice feeling. She was also beaten up by and knocked out by a skinny Elf of all things. Among Gnoll that's like losing to a Goblin or something, she was more than ashamed she was downright embarrassed.<br><br>Plopping down onto her shapely rear the girl held her head in her claws trying to will an oncoming migraine away. She needed to get back to the clan. They had to know about this! As she moved to stand though she kicked something heavy and cold with her foot. Looking she saw it was Ba-Tou's stone knife. She quickly picked it up and got into a low ready crouch expecting trouble, her bother loved this knife and it wouldn't leave his possession without good reason! Her people had good night vision not to mention her big ears could pick up even the smallest of sounds if she paid attention to them. But there was nothing around her but the lonely whisper of wind and the distant chirp of crickets. A crushing feeling of fear and loneliness began creeping up the young Painteno's spine, she hasn't been alone since she was first found by Mama Sim-Za. Her eyes went wide as she looked about her quickly trying to find Ba-Tou and Ye-Jal, surely those two persons hadn't killed and eaten her brother and sister? They were two fully grown Gnolls, not exactly quick meals for anyone to devour. <br><br>In the darkness though she found something that told her their fate. In the dirt was a note written crudely by her brother. <strong>"Sorzy Sissa, we alla fail. You take knife, cape, go town. Finna new home. Luv Brotta."</strong> Tears almost came to her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever said to her. But it was also a hidden truth, Bo-Tou and Ye-Jal had failed their first person hunt as well. All three of them would be ridiculed and put into the pleasure pen for the next six moons. They would be forced to serve the normal pleasure pen occupants, reduced to even lower than dirt. Not the worst or the longest punishment known to Gnollkind, but still not fun. So her brother and his mate likely left to make their own clan far from here. Sadly they couldn't bring her along as no male Gnoll wanted her as his mate. She was too small and scared too easily, the better fate would be to die out in the wild than grow old as an unmated female.&nbsp; <br><br>Or maybe someone in town would have a use for a hunter of animals. She was good at that at least. Grabbing up the cloak dropped by the Elf girl and her brother's knife, An-Yah picked up her spear and moved out onto the road looking up and down it for a direction to take. She'd never even been close to the Person town of Abnerdell, all she knew was it was South of her clan's...former clan's lands. Knowing at least which direction was South she began walking down the road towards what she hoped was the town. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 11:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kroth-Taran<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Human Barbarian<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands/ destroyed wheat fields/after midnight W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging{/b] An-Yah; open<br></strong><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Don't go out after dark!</em> the old man and his wife had warned Taran. <em>The old Dread will get you!"</em> These finger-waggling admonishments had been fine pay for a day of helping the old hunchback carry his turnip crop. It was work below Kroth-Taran, as far as he was concerned... but the work that <em>was</em> worth his time wasn't exactly available and didn't come with a standing offer of dinner and a warm fire. Still, once the old coot had started dropping terribly subtle hints about the availability of his granddaughters, Taran decided it was a good time to head out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Into the dark. And apparently "The Old Dread," whatever that was. hah! Kroth-Taran wasn't scared! And if something had to be named "dread" how dreadful could it be? With his sword over his back, his sandals on his feet, and honestly not much besides a few rabbitskins between, Taran had braved the dark, the chill, and the sad stares of the elderly turnip farmers, and struck the road to Amberdale.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of course it's easy to be brave when the moon is bright and it's warm enough that the insects are still buzzing. Once the moon was shrouded in long fingers of cloud, and his tribe's star-totem totally hidden, Taran began to idly wonder what the "Old Dread" might be. A dragon perhaps, black as night that swooped down on travelers. or perhaps a demon that jumped from the crossroads to demand a song. Maybe it was a big spider, with ten times eight legs, scuttling <em>just... behind... you</em> That one did make the soft hairs on Taran's arms prickle up, and he dared a glance backwards. Just in case. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>That he could see</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seven gods damn that old man and his vague tales. Taran had heard stories of wendigo and redcaps so fierce they could make that geriatric dirt-tosser lose all the hair in his ears. "Hah!" Taran barked into the night, a bold laugh. <strong>"Come, Old Dread, I'll pull your legs out one by one, all eighty of them!"</strong> he was now sure that this spook must be a spider. Easily squished. Creepy, but squishable.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his bolstering boast, Taran strode easier... if a little bit faster, past the eerie rustling of the wheat field. Just in time for a lone traveler to pop from the grain onto the road ahead of him. Well that's odd. As it was not a spider, clearly it was not the ghoul he'd been warned about, which meant it must be friendly. Or a wheat bandit; was there such a thing? One way to find out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"O'itso, traveler!"</strong> he called out towards An-Yah. <strong>"It's a long walk to the village, shall we share the road? Perhaps ward off the Old Dread?"</strong> he chuckled, and quickened his pace, long strides bringing him to the figure ahead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 21:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Road through farmlands towards Amberdale/after midnight /W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kroth-Taran, OPEN<br><br>Every little noise made the hapless huntress cower deeper into the clock. The Elf was close to An-Yah's size though the cloak was hardly warm enough for walking around outside at this time of night. Maybe she could trade it in for something warmer when she made it to town...if she made it to town. The stress was almost too much for her already frayed nerves, one good scare and she was sure she'd faint straight away. She'd done it before, she got lost in Oldwall Forest on her first solo game hunt, the yipping of a fox somewhere in the night made her panic like she'd never done before. <br><br>Everything went black and she woke up she didn't know how long after her little spell. It was nighttime, just like now but luck was with her then. She had landed on a family of rabbits killing each one in her fall, she returned to her Clan so very proud of herself, the Elders never said how the game animal needed to be killed only that it was killed and she'd accomplished that! She got better at hunting after that being able to track and kill game without having to fall on it first. It had gotten darker as clouds chose to eat Luna's guiding glow just as she was actually leaving the wheat field. She held her spear close to her chest, her paws actually beginning to hurt. She might have to find a cave or old person building to hide in for the night. Maybe make a fire to ward off the things that would want to eat her fur and all. <br><br>Taking a deep breath she tried to focus on anything but her own fear. Baby Gnolls, fluffy clouds, the bright sun, flowers, just anything at all.&nbsp; And after a few minutes she had almost convinced herself she wasn't on the verge of being eaten alive any second, but then her keen ears picked the sound of footsteps and someone shouting something about an Old Dread and ripping legs off. All shreds of bravery and confidence instantly gone. She froze in the middle of the dirt road stock still her barely breathing, panic ran through her mind as she tried to think of what to do. The speaker sounded far away maybe she could dive off the road and find a bush to hide in? Or maybe run, she was faster than even Ba-Tou at running and that was on two legs. She she found a way to carry her spear she could run on all fours and outrun pretty much anything that didn't fly. <br><br>Too bad she had taken too long to decide. The voice who she know realized was a human man had spotted her and was quickly approaching. Talking of traveling together, did he not know she wasn't a human herself? Could she use that to her advantage? Humans were generally scared of the Gnolls upon looking at them, now An-Yah knew she wasn't as scary as a Gnoll or that she even looked remotely like a Gnoll. But maybe this man didn't know the difference? She could maybe bluff her way through this one. She turned to face the man with the beginnings of a snarl on her pretty muzzle, but once she saw it was a very pretty man with a very big sword, both of which were much taller than she was her bravado failed. She yelped in fear and fell back onto her ass and tail swinging her spear haphazardly in front of her screaming. "GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY! NO EAT AN-YAH! AN-YAH NO TASTE GOOD! TOO MUCH FUZZY!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 00:49:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Somewhere near a small river to the North of the Cypress tree | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yukon <br><br><hr>They walked and Süna wasn't long shivering. The big man took off his furry coat and wrapped it around her. It was a nice gesture, far from the fine linen and soft velvet of her home but it had a pleasant warmth to it despite the smell of fermented hops and barley. She grinned and chuckled internally at the smell, it was the smell of victory. Yukon offered her another cup which she accepted before he began to tell her his tale.<br><br>Süna's long eyebrows raised as Yukon told her of the bathhouse, the pleasures offered there, and the cost involved. This time she did chuckle as he pronounced that there was a perfectly good river to bath in. She was perfectly content to chuckle and drink her alcohol as he told his story.<br><br>Süna said, <strong>"You've been here for five years?"</strong> She reached up and scratched at the side of her nose as she looked around the farm fields. <strong>"So you must know this place well. I've only just arrived. Maybe you can help me out and show me how to make a few coin. I'm all out and have no place to rest tonight."</strong> Shrugging her slender shoulders inside his massively oversized coat. <strong>"Do you really want to know about my people?"</strong> She kicked a rock herself. <strong>"We live in a little valley where a gleaming city once thrived but there are few of us there now and only the remnants of the once great spires. Mostly my family and others farm and weave. It's a very simple life like these folks. But the valley is lush and green, although the river that runs through it has pink sand and sometimes the river runs red. Like blood, so they call our people Blood Elves. Some say our story is much older but what do I know. I'm just a dumb kid."</strong> She half joked and laughed. <strong>"Or at least that's what people told me. Even long after all the men folk started noticing me. Anyways, I had enough of that and I wanted to see everything so here I am. Out exploring and sharing a drink with a man from the far East."</strong> She raised her cup to that and finished off the brew with a grimace and another chuckle. She bumped her shoulder into him playfully. <strong>"Tell me more, Yukon. Anything..." </strong>She gave him another playful shove. <strong>"Why have you stayed her for years?"</strong><br><br>The alcohol was certainly strong and Süna felt herself wobble a little in her step each time she had shoved at the big stocky man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 02:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie <hr><br>The rock flew straight...into a window of the farm house. From the noise from its impact it had struck something inside that caused several unseen things to clattered loudly. Something must have broke just from the sound of it. "Missed the roof," Alec said as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "But <strong>that</strong> will definitely get someone's attention."<br><br>With his hand on the hilt of his sword he crouched down, and gestured for the other to do the same with a wave of his hand. He awaited whoever was inside to come investigate his unintentional vandalism with a keen eye on the front door of the small home. Now he rather hoped it was goblins, because he could not afford to replace whatever he had broken with his half baked plan. If an angry old farmer barreled out yelling about his prized cookware Alec would be in serious financial trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 02:47:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> On the road to Amberdale/ Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>Yokun listened closely as Suna told her story, she spoke very quickly, but he followed it. He hadn't ever known there were multiple kinds of Elves. Just Elves with suntans and a penchant for eating raw meat. It was nice to learn things every now and then, she finished her second cup and he took his last trickle from the keg starting to feel the buzz a little bit now. He could make connections between her story and his won seeing as the only home he could remember was in ruins as well at least it was five or seven years ago. Maybe some Drunken Masters had returned to the temple and rebuilt it, if he ever got the money he would go see...granted he would need to remember which way the destroyed temple was. <br><br>The East, near or far is a very damn big area to search especially considering it's mostly mountains and alpine trees. Nice climate, but an absolute bear to navigate even on the best days. Still that was a long way into the future if his only means of income is hunting up a bunch of horny rabbits that stink like piss and frustrated pleasure for measly silver and copper pieces. And that assuming he didn't drink it all away or lose it some other stupid way. He had a knack for doing things to stupid way he would be the first to admit. Still he poured her the last cup of the Gnoll brew and hung the small empty keg on his belt alongside his brass knuckles dusters. The keg even cracked might fetch a paltry sum back in town or he could toss it into a firepit for some free fuel he had a feeling the liquid that go absorbed into the wood would make a hell of a nice burn might even change colors of the flames, he had seen strong brews do that before.<br><br>He saw Suna wobble a little bit when she playfully shoved him he chuckled looping his hand around her shoulders to help keep her steady. "Well if I ever see any of those people who called you a dumb kid I'll be sure to tell them how you singlehandedly fought off six heavily armed Gnolls yourself and didn't even get your hair mussed up!" He smiled shrugging at her next batch of questions his hand slipping a little down to her upper back as he had a habit of gesturing when he talked especially with a touch of alcohol in his system. "Well making coin can be easy in Amberdale if you don't mind getting dirty. We have a bounty board in town posted by residents who need work done. Like these Gnoll teeth." He reached into his pocket showing Suna the teeth he gathered from the Gnolls they just fought. "The Town Warden, Oberyn Humblespire has a standing bounty, one copper piece per Gnoll tooth, or if you go normal bandit hunting you can score a silver piece per bandit insignia bandana you bring him." Slipping the teeth back into his pocket he shrugged. "There are more, but I don't remember them." Yeah the booze was making itself known now, good thing they were out. He didn't want to scare the nice Elf girl off already. <br><br>Again she asked after his history, times like this were when he wished he lived a more exciting life...or even remembered most of his life. But he did smile at her calling him Yukon instead of Yokun, but he caulked it up to the drink. "Ah my life isn't that interesting in all honesty. I wandered around for awhile, got kidnapped by bandits and almost forced to marry their leader." He chuckled showing her his bare, but deeply scarred knuckles. "Obviously didn't succeed, but that aside not much worth talking about. Made most of my coin fighting in taverns and town squares, never been the wilderness adventuring type. Amberdale is just a lot smaller than most of those places so gotta make due somehow." Smiling more his hand slipping again this time resting on the the swell of her hip. "As for why I've been here so long? A combination of lack of money, and the fact the inn let's me have a room at coppers a week as long as I keep it clean and do odd jobs around the inn and tavern, can't really say no to a deal like that for such a nice room." He leaned in and winked at the woman bumping his hip into her. "A room which incidentally has two beds if you need a place to crash for a bit or...you know one big bed." He half joked hoping he wasn't being too forward in the assumption.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 19:17:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><hr><strong></strong><br>"Purr-hapsss find cover and be hid furr-ssst, if Goblin...we pick them off."<br><br>Selphie nodded with extreme prejudice at Risppt's suggestion; hiding was an <em>excellent</em> idea! Of course, it wouldn't go over well if she called it hiding. Perhaps... <em>searching for a concealed location in which to achieve the tactical upper hand!</em> Oh yes, that was a much better way to phrase it. Feeling extremely pleased with her clever words, she took a minute to mentally pat herself on the back before--<br><br>He had done it! Alec had thrown the rock and actually hit the house! On the one hand, the Cleric was very impressed; she couldn't hit the broad side of a barn standing 10 feet away. On the other hand, <em>goblins!</em> Selphie followed his suggestion and took a knee rather quickly, not that it did anything to hide their very exposed forms in the gourde field. Still, it felt better than standing there to gawk! Frightened, the brunette clapped her hands together and bowed her head in prayer. With brown eyes squeezed shut, she hastily began her chant.<br><br><strong>"Oh Casta, you voracious vixen of venereal delights, please touch us with your protective hand. Please fill us with your loving warmth!"</strong> The would-be acolyte barely took a breath as she spit the words out with a tremble. This was it. This was the end.<br><br>The seconds ticked by long after the glass and <em>clinked</em> to the floor with no angry goblins swarming out of the old wooden farm. Eventually, Selphie opened her eyes and gave a side-long glance to her companions. No battle cries, no clashing of steel, no crunching bones. The great calamity Selphie had expected to rain down on the quartet was not forthcoming.<br><br>But there was definitely a new sound that could be heard coming from the barn...<br><hr><div align="center">GM NOTES<br>The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/tLfbM8X.jpg?1)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Combat and Environment Information"</div><div class="spoiler_body">As the group gets closer to the barn, they might notice:<br>1. The language being spoken inside is definitely goblin.<br>2. The voices inside range from angry to excited to distressed.<br>3. There is a squelching sound!<br>4. The building is used for storage and is filled with piles of hay, mounds of tools, and stacks of crates making it difficult to clearly see what's happening inside.<br>5. A glimpse of a fully armored goblin can be seen from the broken window; it definitely should have responded to the window breaking... why didn't it?<br><br>Opening the door:<br>6. Will cause 1 fully armored and 1 half clothed (pants on) goblin to start combat. They will rush outside.<br>7. Going inside the barn will not be an option until the goblins are defeated.<br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>COMBAT</strong></div><br>tl;dr<br>Attack 1 or 2 times per turn (your choice).<br>Deal between 1-4 damage each attack (your choice).<br>Note the HP of the monster at the bottom of your post.<br>You control the monsters and their actions.<br><br>This is my example combat post! I attack the first goblin that comes out of the door. He's little. He's green. He's super mean. I swing my dagger in surprise, but my aim is true! I connect with my target and my blade makes a deep cut on the monster. I say something snappy instead of going in for another swing and the goblin takes advantage of my hubris and stabs me. I'm bleeding! It hurts! I retreat because goblins are mean and the little beast starts to chase after me.<br><br>Melee A: 7/10&nbsp; &lt;- Just take whatever the current health total is and subtract the damage done. The next player knows that Melee A now has 7 remaining HP.<br>Me: 12/15 &lt;- Only you control your HP <br><br>Since we are a group and there is combat, I have put together a fairly straightforward combat system for us. For the sake of clarity, you will just <strong>choose how much damage you are dealing</strong> to a monster and make note of it at the bottom of your post. This will allow writers to know when it is appropriate to land the killing blow to a monster. Your typical damage should be between 1-4 per attack. There are no damage modifiers; do not take into consideration lack of armor, weaknesses, etc. On <strong>RARE</strong> occasion, it is okay to do more damage if it's relevant to the narrative ie: those save-the-day Hero moments where you muster that inner strength! <br><br><strong>It is 100% acceptable to control the monsters and their actions.</strong> You can control them attacking your character <strong>and</strong> you can initiate combat with another character. You may also choose how much damage is done to your character. There will be no player deaths or anything - just choose what fits your narrative and is fun to write.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>CURRENT ENEMIES</strong><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">MELEE A | Fully Armored</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">MELEE B | Only Pants</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">placeholder</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">placeholder</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">placeholder</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)<br>HP: 10/10</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)<br>HP: 10/10</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"> </div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"> </div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"> </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 21:53:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie <hr><br>As the priestess bowed her head in prayer Alec made a mercenaries' mark of good luck by crossing his fingers over his heart. Next he tapped his fist against his chest. Then tapped his temple, all while still keeping an eye on the building. It was an amalgam of several holy gestures to a couple of obscure and foreign gods the old timers in the Legion taught him. He had no idea if it worked or not. Maybe it was not just some stupid joke they played on the recruits, but he figured every little bit of good fortune helped.<br><br>When nothing happened after a few heart beats he shared Selphie's glances and looked to the others then shrugged. "Well that was disappointing," he sighed.<br><br>"Rye spit, think you can creep closer and see if anyone is home?" He asked as he crept closer to the kobold. "You are small enough not to be seen. I mean I could do it, but...," he gestured to himself and the slight metallic jangling and clinking his armor made with every movement emphasized his point. Stealth was not his forte, swinging that big sword on his back was. "And once you spot them we'll be right behind you." He gave the kobold tracker a small reassuring nod and patted him on the shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 02:25:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Somewhere near a small river to the North of the Cypress tree | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun <br><br><hr>That man was slowly becoming more friendly as they walked and talked. Süna felt the warm comforting weight of his arm on her back. It was nice because she had felt a little unsure on her feet and his arm gave her something to lean into it so she could maintain and even gait while they trod along the path. He had a pleasant deep chuckle that made her sensitive long elven ears tingle in a good way. <br><br>Yokun spoke of proclaiming her victory over a half dozen Gnolls without messing her hair. Süna ran her fingers through her hair and tucked it behind one ear. <strong>"Well we don't want to go to far with the story without telling them of the valiant boxer who stood side by side with me as he trounced a whole horde of the Gnolls together."</strong> She nodded and listened as he told her more about the town and the bounty board. <strong>"Well shit,"</strong> Süna exclaimed and pulled out a couple of dirty bandanas. <strong>"Here I thought Gnoll clothes is what he wanted!"</strong> She shook the rags in her hands before tossing them into the field. <strong>"I saw that one poster. I knew I should have looked at he board closer. It makes so much more sense to me now. Where were you a few hours ago?"</strong> She laughed. His hand slipped lower as he talked and told her a bit more of his story. The hand now rested suggestively on the curve of her backside and hip. She made a choice to intentionally let her slender hips sway a little with each step, her backside although slim was firm and feminine she liked the way his hand sat so very close.<br><br><strong>"A room with a bed you say? I'm sorry, two beds or maybe one large one. That sounds interesting,"</strong> Süna smiled up at him and nodded. <strong>"I could definitely use a place to spend the night. It would be much appreciated."</strong> She let her face turn in towards his chest and she nuzzled a little closer now beginning to lean very close to him. <strong>"Which way to this magic place you speak of? You see I am an adventurer that loves to explore and this sounds like a place that I need to add to my travels."</strong> She was being silly but alcohol had a tendency to do that, it was a shame the little buzz would wear off before they got to the Inn.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 03:01:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>"You are small enough not to be seen. I mean I could do it, but...,"<br><br>Risppt's red eyes fixed themselves onto the human sell-sword, as he listened to the common tongue. There was logic to those words and he doubted the armored man a coward, at least by any measure currently. "I'll che-ch-eck." he rasped quietly in turn with a quick double nod of his head. He was surprised no one came out, or maybe they had figured out they were being tracked and were fortifying. Many thoughts danced through the Kobolds mind as he slinked off low and slow towards the barn to investigate the sound. <br><br>Stealth was already ruined anyway with the casting of that rock, but that didn't mean he was going to put his bow away. It was preferable for him that if combat was to be drawn that he stay in the back, better for comrades too. That pounding of his heart and the pumping of his blood he could always feel as if the beast inside was wanting to come out, eager for a taste of the goblins. Scampering close he could hear their voices, definitely goblins but what he knew of their tongue was nothing he was hearing them say, and the tone was just as confusing?<br><br>He gave a futile glance back towards his companions with that sort of look of confusion from what he was hearing before he just decided to back up a bit more, "Goblin in-sssside. S-ssems...ex-sssai-ted (excited) and up-sssset." he said once more in common as he rejoined them, "Ssss-aw one in whin-doe. (window) but hu-red (heard) more."&nbsp; Arrow still at the ready, he waited for the next move and kept an eye out for any goblin's that might not be in the barn itself but instead scouts they might have missed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 03:51:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> On the road to Amberdale/ Evening/ W1D2-Castalin <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>Yokun was quite pleased she wasn't rejecting his advances. In his experience this approach is about a 50/50 shot of failing terribly and him winding up face down in a ditch for a few hours until he wakes up. But like her he slipped a little closer to the woman enjoying her presence while at the same time happy to help keep her standing. He would do his best to not let his hand slip lower as much as he would've liked to feel her backside right then and there, but he had a feeling that would indeed be too forward.<br><br>As she spoke about mixing up the bounties he pulled two of the Gnoll teeth from his pocket and handed them to her. "Well maybe next time we fight the entire Gnoll army we'll gather more teeth." He chuckled lightly enjoying the woman's smell, while not deeply perfumed like most women around Amberdale she smelt...real would be a good word for her. She was quite real even with the small of road and wilderness travel lingering around her. He'd bet she would smell even better given a nice hot bath, some people just have a naturally enjoyable smell about him. He sure wasn't one of those people, but he cleaned up nice if he set his mind to it. <br><br>Keeping his hand around the woman he smiled pointing in the general direction of town. "Amberdale is an hour or two's walk that way. Don't worry though the Vine and Horn is right through the town gates. Biggest building this side of the Mayor's manor and between you and me it's way nicer than the mayor's house, plus it has alcohol! Which in my book is the biggest plus." He smiled once more studying the Elf girl a bit more really noticing how pretty she really was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 17:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/B0AA8E2A-7214-40B8-A386-5FB3E2FE2DA6.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sarissa Softscale<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Snekling<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><hr><br>"Maybe we should…bu…bu..bu….ohhh," Sarissa said, her hand up as she was starting to suggest something, but Alec hauled back and let the large rock fly.&nbsp; Sarissa watched it sail end over end as if it was in slow motion.&nbsp; Its graceful arch across the midday sky made it easy to follow tumbling on its axis until..." SMASH!" It shattered a window in the farmhouse. Sarissa's scaled shoulders slumped.&nbsp; She was going to end up fixing that.&nbsp; She just knew it.<br><br>The others ducked down, and Sarissa found she was the only one standing for a moment before she heard someone hiss something at her about getting down. She then dropped down to one knee behind a large pumpkin, her heart thumping in her chest.&nbsp; They were either about to face a pack of perturbed goblins or some angry farmers. Sarissa wasn't sure which would be worse.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time she was chased across a field with a pitchfork, but she would rather not keep repeating that experience. <br><br>The group sent Risppt forward to see what was going on in the barn, and Sarissa decided she would get a little closer too.&nbsp; If Risppt found himself in some trouble, she didn't want the little guy having to face it all alone.&nbsp; Sarissa had no clue about his transformations and just saw two humans sending the little kobold into danger.&nbsp; She would at least have his back.<br><br>Sarissa slunk forward. She could be pretty quiet when she needed to be.&nbsp; Her sword was held lightly in her hand.&nbsp; She had trained with it for so long it felt like a natural extension of her, though the practical application was still new to her.&nbsp; There was a big difference between practicing her katas and actual combat.<br><br>"Well, if they are not coming out.&nbsp; We are going to have to go it…right?" Sarissa said quietly from her spot closer to the barn. Goblin voices could be heard from where she was hiding closer to the barn than the others.&nbsp; With her sword hand, she waved the others closer.&nbsp; Whatever the goblins were doing inside the house was taking all of their attention. There didn't seem like too much danger in investigating more.&nbsp; <br><br>"I say someone opens the door and gets the goblins' attention.&nbsp; The others can hide on either side of the door and ambush them when they come out." She suggests looking at Selphie.&nbsp; It seemed the best way to flush them out and keep the element of surprise.&nbsp; And Selphie was distracting. Sarissa wasn't sure she was really good for much else, but it might work to their advantage in this instance.<br><br>"So Alec and myself can each take a side of the door and Risppt, why don't you find a spot to hide where you can shot from.&nbsp; Selphie…um you just…be you.&nbsp; Sound good?&nbsp; Okay, let's go." Sarissa didn't give Selphie a chance to say no.&nbsp; Instead, she headed for one side of the door and flattened herself as much as possible against the barn wall.&nbsp; She gave each of her companions a nod ending with Selphie, who also got a wink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 19:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><strong>Health Points:</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>As Sarissa spoke, she could feel her belly starting to fill with dread; it was a bad omen. There came a point in many quests where someone was volun<em>told</em> what to do and the caster could feel it coming like a bad bout of gas. Nervously, she pointedly stared down at the ground as Sarissa looked at her.<br><br>"I say someone opens the door and gets the goblins' attention." <br><br>Oh Goddess, it was happening <em>again</em>. She hadn't even whined all that much this time! Selphie barely listened to the end of the plan - she couldn't hear it over her heart thumping erratically in her chest. Being a hero was just <em>the worst!</em>. By the time she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to protest (now that she was sure it wouldn't be a shrill shriek), Sarissa was finished her instruction.<br><br>"... Selphie…um you just…be you.&nbsp; Sound good?&nbsp; Okay, let's go."<br><br>And just like that, the spell-slinger was left kneeling there to wallow in her self pity. <strong>"Yeah, sure,"</strong> she said rather angrily to no one. Well, she couldn't just stay there. She was being forced into the spotlight to prove herself and if she <em>didn't</em>...<br><br>She didn't need another scolding from her mother or the Abbotryx or Oberyn about her lack of team effort or her unwillingness to work or anything else! Angrily, Selphie stood up and stomped over to the barn. Around her, Alec, Risppt, and Sarissa took up their spots. She could open a damn door - how hard was that? No fear! No fear! The closer she got, the louder she stomped. It actually hurt her feet a little, but it was a more welcome distraction than the unwelcome task she was about to accomplish. She stepped over a broken slat in one fence and walked through a gaping hole in the other after crossing the road and finally she was at the door. She paused to look around - everyone seemed to be in place!<br><br>She took a deep breath as she grabbed the handle of the door. With a force that surprised her, she screamed (you know, to adequately get the attention of the goblins) and swung the door outward and open with so much force that it <em>slammed</em> against the side of the barn and bounced back <em>shut</em>. The wood creaked and dust fell from the thatched roof as the force reverberated through the barn. Horrified, Selphie looked at the shut door. Terrified, she listened to the shouting goblins inside. There was a clanking of metal, falling wood, and the thump of heavy feet running across a floor. Within seconds, the door burst open again, this time by a goblin brandishing a sword.<br><br>Selphie screamed, turned around, and ran.<br><br>Melee A HP: 10/10<br>Melee B HP: 10/10
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 19:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie <hr><br>As Ryespit and Sarissa crept to the barn Alec held his breath. Rye spit moved like a typical kobold, at a scamper with quick short waddling steps clutching that oversized bow that almost made him look comical, but he was damn quiet. Alec had to give him that. Sarissa on the other hand moved with a lithe grace that he found almost hypnotic. To him it seemed she was careful where she put every step as she deftly held her blade and was silent as the breeze. He awkwardly adjusted the straps on his breastplate, her display had him feeling rather clumsy now in all his armor.<br><br>When nothing happened and the two returned he was rather surprised and cast a glance at Selphie. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alec's inner thoughts</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Huh? Maybe there is something to this praying thing. And I wonder if Sarissa could show me how to move like that? Maybe I'll ask her.'</div></div> As his companions gave their report of what they saw inside with a jerking motion he cracked his neck.<br><br>"I say someone opens the door and gets the goblins' attention.&nbsp; The others can hide on either side of the door and ambush them when they come out." Sarrissa suggested with a look at Selphie. Alec again felt the goose flesh on his neck when she did that. It was the eyes, he decided. Her serpentine pupils seemed calculating and rather cold, but she was right. The pretty priestess did not strike him as much of a fighter. He simply nodded.<br><br>"It is a good plan," he gave the Snekling an awkward smile while also not giving Selphie a chance to object. He could only hold her gaze for so long before he instinctively would find something else to catch his attention.<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Alec inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 'Man! She is nice and smart.... and graceful....kinda cute...I guess in a snaky way...I have to try harder. Maybe I can impress her in the fight? '</div></div><br>Once everyone was in place after Selphie stomped up to the door Alec drew his sword, and took his position just off to the side. He would be out of sight once the door was opened. As she paused for a breath he worried the priestess might get cold feet. Then she threw open the doors and screamed. Alec had not expected <strong>that</strong>. He barely moved out of the way as the door bounced off the wall and back shut. His mouth fell open in surprise. Then an angry goblin thrust the door back open wielding a a battered and rusty sword. <br><br>The warrior was just about to strike when Selphie screamed, turned, and ran in the opposite direction. Alec glanced at her with a confused look on his face sword raised as the goblin, having only seen her, started chasing after hollering something in goblish. The goblin was hot on her heels as a second goblin came out and also began yelling angrily in their odd language as he shook a fist at the pair. Alec tried hard to resist doubling over in laughter at the last few comical moments.<br><br>Instead he just pressed the tip of his sword into the shirtless goblin's back. "Surrender!" Alec demanded in between holding back chuckles and brushed his bangs out of his eyes with his free hand. The little goblin threw up his hands in panic at the sharp point digging into his back.<br><br>"Ah! No kill! No Kill! Me give up!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 20:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>"So Alec and myself can each take a side of the door and Risppt, why don't you find a spot to hide where you can shot from.&nbsp; Selphie…um you just…be you.&nbsp; Sound good?&nbsp; Okay, let's go." Risppt listened to the pretty snake lady, slipping over to another location as he got himself prepped and watched the three of them move forward to carry out the plan. The nocked arrow finally would be drawn backwards, tension pulled tight as he took aim. The serrated point of his home made bone tipped arrow just waiting for the moment of release to fly towards whatever prey might reveal themselves.<br><br>His head cocked to the side for a mere moment at the spectacle though, the door seemingly slamming itself shut and leaving them all just standing there exactly as they had been. The thought to move from his position had barely danced through his mind when suddenly he witnessed that door just shoved open, the armored goblin charging out right at the pretty priest lady as she then moved and ran quickly away from. He figured more would be coming, but first thing was first.<br><br>Letting his arrow fly from his Stick Flinger with a hunters purpose it zipped passed the pretty priest lady and found the mark. By no means was it a kill shot, it still sunk true into the goblins flesh. Catching sight of another goblin coming through the door, he assumed the other two would make due with before dashing forward, his hand already reaching back for another arrow as he sought to intercept to help the priestess. Granted, he didn't know if once he got there that she would turn around and fight with him or anything, but either way he had chosen his course.<br><br><br>Melee A HP: 6/10 (4 damage from a clean well aimed and prepared hit from Risppt)<br>Melee B HP: 10/10<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 12:36:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning tof Castalin - Mid-Morning <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Continued from Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333537.msg15893478#msg15893478)<br><br><hr><br>"Ah, thanks... I've gotten a few introductions from the locals, some... Friendlier than others, but I like this place." He gave an amused laugh as she asked him about all of his potential occupations. "I wanted to be an adventurer, but my trip here from my village showed... I'm probably not cut out to be an adventurer if I still can't keep myself from fleeing in terror at spiders as big as a dog." To say nothing of the rest of the trouble he chanced upon during his trip here. Stolen items and being pranked by fairies... He wasn't eally proper adventurer material yet, but maybe that would change in time.<br><br>"Yes, I'm a lumberjack, though these hatchets aren't quite for cutting wood. Carved these myself, they're more for self-defense. A few good whacks and people tend to bug off, but non-human things take a bit more. I have my dad's bigger axe, but I don't feel right using it yet. I just kind of keep it like an heirloom until I feel worthy for it." He nodded. However, now wasn't a time to be discussing his story when there was a stolen book to retrieve! "Yeah, it would suxk to celebrate early and then not get the desired outcome..." He sighed as he hurried and picked up the pace before he wound up dragging them both behind.<br><br>"Oh, my name's Jasper. If this turns out to have a decent outcome, maybe we can meet some more afterward." He laughed a not-very-subtle attempt at flirting. Could one blame him? She was rather stunning to witness, both idle and in motion... And the best part? She could turn into a little fox to be pet and groomed! She was like the complete package for someone who lived home and alone like him! Sure the town was friendly, but maybe having someone with a sense of familiarity would be much appreciated... But again, things to be worked on when they retrieved the book.<br><br>Wherever Merry had the idea of where the goblin took the book, it was leading them out of Amberdale and into the farmlands... And the further into it they went, the more Jasper had to question exactly why until it dawned on him. "Wait... You don't mean that little thug is gonna try using that book like a boat, is he?" Maybe Jasper wasn't entirely bright sometimes, but he could still arrive to the conclusion eventually, he was just a bit slower than others. Part of him hoped he wasn't right in this present moment, however. Yet as they came upon the farmlands' open fields, he crouched a bit and squinted. "Wait... isn't that him?"<br><br>And, much to his lament, the stupid Goblin was indeed pushing the book toward the water.<br><br>"Damn it... We've gotta get closer..." He frowned, keeping crouched so the tall crab grasses and other tall foliage could cover his approach, trying to get behind the goblin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 13:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br><hr>“We have lots of adventurers here in Amberdale. Most of them don’t stay for long. They are on their way for bigger adventures than a small town like Amberdale can offer or then they have restless feet and they can’t stay in one place for long.” Merry wanted to ask him more about the family heirloom and why he felt like he didn’t deserve to use the big axe, but just like Jasper thought, this wasn’t the right time for that.<br><br>“So Jasper… “ Merry made a curious look at the human male, trying to figure out what his intentions were. Yet she failed at grasping his suggestion as flirting. The naive Vulpi thought the man simply wanted to make friends because he was new in the town. One could never have too many friends, and Merry felt like the right thing to do was help a newcomer to settle in Amberdale. “That would be fun! I will be looking forward to it.” The fox lady said with a joy that justified her name.<br><br>“I don’t know what moves in that goblin’s head” If anything. “The book is about kings of this country. It tells about royal lineages. I can’t see a reason why the goblin would be interested in it… I hope I’m wrong and he isn’t going to think the book can be used as a boat.” When Jasper crouched, Vulpi stood still and looked at where he was looking. She saw a small figure with something big, big in relation to his size. <br><br>Instead of trying to hide, the Vulpi poofed in her fox form and charged forward. The grass and foliage rustled as the little creature ran forward at full speed. The hindsight of her little furry form was that she didn’t actually see where she was going because of the tall grass. Merry was going a bit too far to the right. If she kept running in the same direction she was running now, she would pop out of the field far away from the goblin she was trying to catch. <br><br>The goblin in question was blissfully unaware of the pair. He was fully focused on pushing and shoving the book towards the river bank.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 15:41:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> On the road to Amberdale | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun <br><br><hr>The pair walked along the road to Amberdale, it was evening, the land was dark and quiet. Somewhere a barn owl hooted and no doubt a rodent was about to meet it's fate as the owl would silently swoop out of it's perch and snag it's dinner off the ground. Somewhere else in the fields stealthy bandits would be stealing&nbsp; crops out from under the farmer's noses. But while all that life happened, Süna was content to stroll with her new friend, Yokun.. Or was that Yukon? The elvish accent she had would make distinguishing the two names apart difficult. <br><br>For a long while they walked in relative silence, or at least she did, just enjoying the night. She made idle comments about fields and the stars. At one point as they walked past a fertile field full of a bountiful harvest she decided to join in a little bit of the banditry. Ducking out from Yokun's arms for a moment she snagged up some veggies and filled her cloak's pockets. Rejoining the man on the roadside she presented him with her bounty. <br><br><strong>"Would you like a bite for the road,"</strong> Süna said. Holding out her pocket she displayed that they were full of a variety of garden vegetables. <strong>"I wanted to make sure I had some food for the road."</strong> She bumped her hip into him. Then happily munched on a carrot as she walked again.<br><br>Mentioning the teeth Yokun had given her, <strong>"Thanks for the Gnoll teeth. In the morning maybe we can go take them in. I'm light on coin. There's only one copper in my purse. Maybe if I can put another in there they'll mate and have some babies to fill it."</strong><br><br><br>...continued with Yokun here:&nbsp; https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333538.msg15899774#msg15899774 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 22:41:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">MELEE A</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">MELEE B</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">RANGED C</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">placeholder</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">placeholder</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">Betmats<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)<br>HP: 6/10<br>attacking risppt</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Zurd<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)<br>HP: 10/10<br>attacking alec</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Gnolirk<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/6efc4930d9322c6ae3af62f48c0ab8d7.jpg)<br>10/10<br>inside barn<br>shooting arrows</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"> </div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"> </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><strong>Melee A - Betmats</strong><hr>The loud pink-skin ran away screaming just as it should! Betmats was pleased at the shrieking, but the goblin was angry; he was going to have to fight his way back into line. The simple creature decided to chase after the loud lady. He could entertain himself in other ways. <strong>"Ar an ghec dor khraash! Huun alkhuul arlec molkac!"</strong> he screamed as he bolted after the running adventurer with his sword arm swinging widly.<br><br><em>Thud!</em><br><br><strong>"Aiee!"</strong> The shrieks and string of insults that followed from the goblin as it danced around in agony didn't need translating to get the point across: Betmats was <em>mad</em>. He tenderly poked the shaft lodged in his left shoulder, but left it there. He didn't want to pull it out. He wanted to stab whatever had shot him! He looked across the farm and spotted a kobold in the distance.<br><br><strong>"<acronym title="Me stab you!">Ghaan tar o!</acronym>" </strong>he screamed, pointing at Risppt. The Kobold in question might have recognized the words - goblins seemed to say it often enough. The goblin decided to ignore the screaming lady and go after the kobold that had hurt him. Vengeance would be his! If he could get around the screaming lady to exact it - she seemed to be going in the same direction.<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Melee B - Zurd</strong><hr>Life was short, and so were goblins. It gave them a unique perspective to do whatever it took to stay alive. Zurd was cowering before his new lord and master, Alec, in hopes that the big human would take pity on him. For some reason, humans did that sort of thing. He wished he had stayed inside the barn - the half-naked goblin had been next in line! He should have left Belmats to run after the human girl, but it was just second nature to grab a blade and stab screaming things. Said blade was at his hip.<br><br>He gave a cautious look around; there was a whole gaggle of heroes out here at the barn. That made Zurd very nervous. Heroes liked killing goblins. The little green-skin wondered what to do, but thinking did not come easy to him.<br><br><em>Tuk!</em><br><br>An arrow lodged itself in the wood of the door frame as a third goblin joined the fight; from inside the barn, a goblin could be seen clumsily notching arrows to a small bow. The next wooden bolt made it outside the door, landing at Alec's feet. It was distraction enough for Zurd to grab the dagger at his waist and make a wild stab at Alec before running past him. <br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Ranged C - Gnolirk</strong><hr><strong>"Ha! Poke you, poke you dead!"</strong> Gnolirk cried out happily. His aim was awful though; it was unlikely he'd hit anything from inside the barn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 00:22:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alec Redwater<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Mercenary<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie <hr><br>Alec flinched as another crude arrow thunked into the wall of the barn behind him as he ducked backwards. The little goblin he had just gotten the drop on now was a threat. He hissed as he clutched at a shallow cut on his thigh the little brute made as he ran past the warrior. "There is another inside!" He yelled to his new friends as he eyed the arrow in the dirt of the doorway. Taking a deep breath Alec steeled himself before he held his free hand in front of his face, gauntlet out, to hopefully keep the little archer from getting a lucky shot at his head. "Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!" He charged inside swinging his sword side to side in front of him. It...almost looked like he knew what he was doing. The three and a half foot long length of gleaming steel swished as it cleaved the air. It was rather impressive.<br><br>And terrifying. The archer goblin realized in horror that the big human was heading straight at him. He quickly started to notch another arrow as his beady eyes followed the man's sword as it cut through the air at just the right height to lop off his little green head. "Zurd! Kura tar o!" It cried panic welling up in its throat as the big human was almost on top of him.<br><br>Zurd really thought he was smart. Gnolirk had the human distracted. A perfect time for his patented "Sneaky, Stabby, Cutty" ultimate move! He got to his tippy toes and crept almost bouncing with each step as he snuck up behind the shouting human. Grinning like a little maniac he reached out and plunged his dagger into the warrior's back!&nbsp; Well that was the plan.<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>*clang*</strong></span><br><br>&nbsp;"Ow! That hurt!" Alec stopped mid-swing as he felt a sharp pain in his lower back as his armor deflected the first goblin's knife. That was going to leave a nasty bruise, and he quietly thanked the Legion smiths for the well padded plate he wore. Turning slowly Alec looked at the sheepishly grinning half dressed goblin that had just stabbed him in the back that still held the offending knife. Hearing the other's bow string tense the warrior swung his sword backwards in a sharp decisive motion. Cutting the horn and wood bow in two without bothering to look he stared down the goblin that he had thought to spare with a scowl hidden behind his bangs.<br><br>"Hiya!" Alec cried. Raising his sword over his head he brought it down in a graceful arc which lopped off Zurd's pointy left ear. Gnorlirk screamed. Zurd screamed. They all watched as his ear hit the dirty floor of the barn.<br><br>As Gnorlirk recovered and pulled his own dagger out, Alec circled the two goblins.&nbsp; He threatened them by waving his sword in small circles, and using its length to keep the two little cretins at bay. Alec could feel the warm trickle of his own blood as it ran down his thigh. It was not long before it was starting to pool in his boot.<br><br><br>Melee A HP: 6/10 (4 damage from a clean well aimed and prepared hit from Risppt)<br>Melee B HP: 8/10 (2 damage from Alec cutting off his left ear)<br>Ranged C HP: 10/10<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 01:29:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The speed in which Risppt scampered towards the pretty priest lady and the rate in which her and that now clearly angry golbin were closing in, he wouldn't be able to get another shot off without risking hitting his new team-mate. Hissing in frustration he snarled out as he shoved the arrow he had nocked back into the quiver and slung the massive bow back over his shoulder. Quite honestly, he wasn't really sure of what his plan was here. He didn't want to priestess to get hurt and fighting him head on was something he assumed she then was not capable of doing. Drawing forth two small crude daggers made of bone, he saw to meet that Goblin then himself and having heard his cry, he knew that he was the target now anyway.<br><br>Roaring back, at least in what he thought was "You Die!" in Goblin, "Ta kurar!" As he angled to run around moving quick and low before leaping up into the air to try and drive both of those daggers into the Goblin. Goblin's were dangerous prey though, easily underestimated and while Risppt didn't do so in this case, he did perhaps over estimate his home made bone daggers. Landing onto the Goblin and stopping both his and the Goblin's movement dead in their tracks, both of his daggers plunged down into the armor covered his chest. Snapping and rendering themselves immediately useless, only one of them managed to do anything at all.<br><br>The Goblin however was eager for the fight, and pleased that Risppt had come to him. The metal knife that the Goblin used was much more made for this and as such slashed as they tumbled catching Risppt right in the side of his belly. The crimson spray of the cut sprayed into the air as Risppt rolled with the cut in effort to minimize the damage, but also unlike the Goblin he had no armor covering him as his Hunter's clothing was just simply that, clothing. Dropping both of the broken dagger hilts to the ground, that warmth of his wound he could feel just cascading down from his side to his legs. The wound, however, wasn't near enough to stop him as he pushed himself back into the fray. Held in an underhand hold his skinners knife lashed out with wicked purpose as he managed to slice the Goblin down the length of his knife wielding arm, drawing forth a thin slice of blood as the razor sharp skinners knife found purchase. Reacting in turn Belmat's free hand stabbed his fingers into the wound he had made, gripping and trying to shove the Kobold back to take another slice with his jagged blade.<br><br>Bloodied as he was, there was a fog starting to creep over him, his heart more like the beating of a drum and each pound seemed to only call to the mark.<br><br><hr>Melee A HP: 4/10 (4 damage from a clean well aimed and prepared hit from Risppt, the dagger lunge did one and the skinners knife did one)<br>Melee B HP: 8/10 (2 damage from Alec cutting off his left ear)<br>Ranged C HP: 10/10<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 17:35:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/B0AA8E2A-7214-40B8-A386-5FB3E2FE2DA6.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sarissa Softscale<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Snekling<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><strong>Damage Taken:</strong>&nbsp; 1 HP Damage from the door.<br><hr>Sarissa hadn’t expected everything to go so fast.&nbsp; One moment they were all creeping up to the barn and the next it was chaos.&nbsp; some might have forgiven the sexy snekling if the circumstances of her delayed reaction were taken into account.&nbsp; You see.&nbsp; Sarissa had forgotten to take into account which side of the barn door the hinges were on. So, when the door was suddenly flung open it smacked her right in her pretty, flat, little nose and made her see stars.&nbsp; She was shaking the little fireflies of concussion out of her head when the scene unfolded.&nbsp; <br><br>It appeared that her idea had mostly worked like a charm.&nbsp; Selphie was running away like a champ.&nbsp; Risppt was peppering one Goblin with arrows and Alec…where was Alec.&nbsp; It was hard to see him until Sarissa slid out from behind the door where she had been smashed.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh by Casta’s ample bosom, that isn’t good.” She muttered and leaped into the fray by literally leaping into the fray.&nbsp; Sarissa took a couple of quick strides towards the melee in the barn and leap in the air to deliver a perfectly placed flying kick to the back of Zurd, sending him sprawling into a pile of hay.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Betmats: 6/10 HP<br>Zurd: 8/10 HP (2 HP Dmg from Flying Kick)<br>Gnolirk: 10/10 HP<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 18:16:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><strong>Health Points:</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>When the arrow flew past her, Selphie squeezed her eyes shut tight and prayed that it wouldn't hit her. Truth be told, it was <em>nowhere</em> near hitting her, but it was still frightening to have an arrow coming in her general direction. She heard the nasty little goblin scream out behind her and she turned in a panic. Risppt had done it! He had saved her! She was going to <em>kiss</em> that little fuzzball! <br><br>Except the goblin seemed even more angry. It started shrieking again and waving its rusty sword, but this time the green-skin had his beady little eye on the Kobold. <br><br><strong>"Oh no, oh no, oh no!"</strong> she said with wide eyes, watching as the goblin ignored her for Risppt. But her adventuring companion was fearless. Brandishing two daggers and letting out a war cry that would curdle milk, Risppt flung himself up into the air to land right on the offending goblin's chest. It was the most heroic thing Selphie had ever seen. For a moment, the cleric was confident that Risppt would make short work of the goblin with a few well-placed stabs, but the two tiny terrors were getting into a blood-soaked scuffle that made Selphie sick to her stomach.<br><br>She needed to do something. She needed to cast a spell! A good acolyte of Casta would have healed Risppt so that he could continue fighting at full strength. Selphie was not a good acolyte. In fact, she was on probation for her bad behavior and refusal to heal. But healing was <em>hard</em> and it took patience and practice and it was boring to put that much effort into something. Being <em>mischievous</em> came naturally, though. It was easy to muster the intent for a spell when it was converting the healing light of Casta into <em>other</em> uses. Like being spiteful! Selphie was very good at being spiteful.<br><br>A golden energy started to coalesce in the air above Betmats as Selphie called upon Casta's phallic favor. <strong>"Take this!"</strong> she screamed out, seizing an opening as the goblin pushed Risppt back in an attempt to gain room to swing his blade. Selphie used that space to make her attack. The golden energy found form as a giant penis that side-swiped the goblins face with a mighty <em>smack</em>, sending it spinning to the ground. The creature did not get back up.<br><br><strong>"Risppt! Risppt!"</strong> she cried out, running up to him. Despite his obvious injuries, Selphie fell to her knees and threw her arms around him in a hug, squeezing his face to her very squishy bosom. <strong>"You <em>saved</em> me,"</strong> she cried out happily. She wanted to stay there; she was exhausted after all that screaming and running, but where were Alec and Sarissa? <br><br><del>Melee A - Betmats HP: 0/10</del><br>Melee B - Zurd HP: 6/10<br>Ranged C - Gnolirk HP: 10/10 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 19:39:19</strong>
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				<strong>Warning:</strong> Sexual Content<br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">MELEE A</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">MELEE B</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">RANGED C</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">RANGED D</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">BOSS</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><del>Betmats</del><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)<br>HP: 0/10<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Zurd<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)<br>HP: 6/10<br>incapacitated in slime</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Gnolirk<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/6efc4930d9322c6ae3af62f48c0ab8d7.jpg)<br>10/10</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Dolt<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/6efc4930d9322c6ae3af62f48c0ab8d7.jpg)<br>10/10<br>incapacitated in slime</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">Slime Girl<br>(https://i.imgur.com/jsyNdRQ.jpg)<br>75/75</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br><strong>Slime</strong><hr>What was that sound? <br><br>In a dark corner of the barn, behind stacks of wooden crates and moldy piles of hay, a monstergirl was feasting. What luck that a gang of goblins had happened upon her hiding spot. For the past hour, the goblins had taken turns feeding her - they would throw one of their party into her sticky embrace, let him come to glorious orgasm, pull him out, and then throw another in. The arrangement had been mutually beneficial for all parties. But now, the goblins were not taking turns. They were making noise. Curious, the feminine monster slid across the floor; the stuck goblin came with her, blissfully sedated in her slime, naked and erect.<br><br>She saw a human with its back to her, and her little goblin snacks. The mighty warrior was swinging his sword arm, keeping the two goblins at a distance. But the two goblins were successfully pushing Alec back towards the slime!<br><br><strong>"Hoo... man..."</strong> The lilting voice came from behind the mercenary and there was a soft sigh of pleasure. The human was close enough that she could reach out with her arms and hug him! The monster didn't have a concept of hugs, though, so she reached out with a third appendage.* A tentacle of slime twisted around the waist of Alec and pulled him backwards into the warm and wet embrace of the monster woman.<br><br>As Alec was yanked backwards, Zurd went flying into a pile of hay. The creature rolled off the decaying bed and right into the foot of the slime. Another easy snack! Effortlessly, the slime enveloped the goblin in its sticky ooze with another sigh of pleasure.<br><br><strong>"Yum... my..."</strong> she said with a smile. Her body rippled in constant motion, but the slime stayed put. With three men snared, it was time to focus on getting rid of their clothing and making them cum!<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"For Alec"</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can write to your comfort level how Alec is reacting to the slime. The intention is that Alec is now out of combat and unable to escape the grasp of the slime. The slime will be slowly dissolving all non-metal items, causing Alec's metal armor to fall off and/or get stuck in the monster. Attacks and struggling to get away would not be effective. The slime would feel <em>really, really good</em> and <em>want</em> to make Alec orgasm.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"For Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie"</div><div class="spoiler_body">The two goblins stuck in the slime will thrash for minimal damage if you get too close.<br>Gnolirk is still running free.<br>The missing amulet can be seen inside the slime at the center of its chest.<br>The slime has enough health that combat is <em>a</em> solution, but probably not the <em>best</em> solution.<br>The slime is currently benign, even if unwilling to give up her snack. She would be <em>extremely dangerous</em> if provoked.<br>The slime is not actively seeking to capture; her current prey have just been easy opportunities.</div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">*Yeah, I almost went <em>there</em> lololol!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 21:06:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt boggled at the giant golden glowing dick that burned into existence and then swung with a mighty force to smash, head to head so to speak, into the goblin attacker. Seeming the figure tumble and then stop moving, he had wondered if for a moment he had just lost TOO much blood and was seeing things. Or perhaps more not seeing whatever had swung that giant club that to his eyes looked...as it did. He wasn't overly familiar with most magics as the shaman of his tribe were covetous and secret, mostly only using what little power they did possess for divination types of spells.<br><br>Whatever thoughts that had been going through his mind however were rapidly and immediately wiped out as he felt the arms of the pretty priest lady wrap themselves around his lithe figure as she pulled herself close to him while also pulling his draconic snout along with the rest of his face right into her ample bosom. He nuzzled into that warmth, wanting to lose himself there a bit as that gash in his side was like a twisting thorn, poking at the beast to try to awaken it. Other hungers didn't help that either, as that soft flesh and warm body of Selphie remained close against him. He hoped that the others had success in dealing with the other Goblin's, he certainly didn't hear any sounds of combat or shouting.<br><br>His own arms did reach to hug her back, not saying anything in response but to just enjoy the small calm, figuring that the pretty priest lady would have a better eye on things than he did currently since his face was, happily, buried in her breasts. Inhaling her scent and bathed in her warmth he wouldn't readily return to the combat unless the priestess gave shout of danger or information about their travelling companions. Despite the wound, he could still fight though it would have been nice if there was a long enough break he could stop the bleeding, probably will still need to seek the temple after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>01-07-2021, 11:00:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Mid-Morning <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>"I could tell. Usually I go to the Vine and Horn Inn every day and it tends to be packed with adventurers old and new. Sometimes I tend to eavesdrop on them to pick up some adventuring basics in the hopes that one day, I can be an adventurer too. I tried asking one for tips once, and all he said was 'Git gud'... Apparently spelled exactly like that. He had experience under his belt but I couldn't help but wonder about his&nbsp; sense of speech." Jasper shrugged. He could sympathize with Merry's thoughts, about how none of them seemed to stay around for long. Part of him wished he got seemed chance to talk to more of them before they left.<br><br>On the plus side, his mood had lifted considerably when the Vulpi accepted his offer to hang out. "Really!? I meam, cool, that's pretty cool. Well, then I'll worry about where we go next after we get over this little hurdle. The little guy still seems unaware, so now is probably our best bet..." He trailed off, scanning the immediate area for a way to approach. "That book sounds a little too complicated for <em>me</em>, let alone a goblin... Then again, I guess I'm just a forest bumpkin, hahah." He laughed with innocent delight, before he watched Merry shift and run into the grass.<br><br>"Oh, good idea, we can flank!" He nodded, deciding to approach from the left, Wooden Hatchets in hand. He took large but quiet strides, wanting to clear the distance between him and the Goblin before he could get to the water... Something seemed to alert him and peer to the right, but it was perfect timing as Jasper could emerge like a threatening shadow from the grass to the left, raising his Hatchets like an executioner waiting to behead a victim. By the time the Goblin turned back around around realized what happened, he heard only one sound...<br><br><strong>*BONK!*</strong><br><br>... Bonk. With that sound, came the immediate absence of anything resembling consciousness from the Goblin as a large knot formed on his head, and a triumphant-looking Jasper posing with his Hatchets. "Ha-HAH! Got him! That was great timing, Merry!" Jasper cheered, expecting to hear the Vulpi woman speak... But there was no sound in the moment. "... Ah, Merry? Helloooo...?" He called out, unaware the vixen had continued to go straight during her charge and didn't properly turn to flank the Goblin like she probably intended to... Or at least how Jasper believed she intended to move.<br><br>"... Wait, did she just do that on purpose? Did I just get left behind for the second time in a week?" he asked himself quietly, folding his arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>04-07-2021, 04:08:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br><hr><strong>Thomthomthomthomthomthomthom!</strong><br><br>The grass brushed against her nose and whiskers and tickled annoyingly. The only thing Merry saw was grass. Grass ahead of her, behind her and on both sides of her. Her little paws pitter pattered against the soft soil as she ran at full speed forward, and then popped out of the field near the river. <br><br>“Hahaa!” The Vulpi shouted, prepared to surprise the thief and interrupt his malicious book drowning operation. But there was no one. No goblin, no book. Ears up high Merry looked around her and then saw movement surprisingly far away. There was the tree and the blond human, and that lump was probably the goblin. Merry started running in Jasper's direction, still at full speed. Her tail bounced in the air. Considering how upheavy Merry was in her human form, the bouncing was probably the main reason why she prefered running in this small four legged form. <br><br><strong>Thomthomthomthomthomthomthom!</strong><br><br>Jasper could see the fox approaching fast and bumping against his leg when she braked from full speed and slided a short distance before coming to a halt. Merry poofed back into her human form. Her breathing was fastened, which made her chest raise and fell in a way that was impossible not to notice. Except she seemed to be immune to noticing her heaving bosom, that made her top struggle at covering it. <br><br>“Oh. You got him already! Good job! Thank you!” The red cheeked Vulpi smacked a little kiss on the man’s cheek before she bent over to pick up the book. The movement drew out the fine lines of her shapely ass against her skirt. Well, what could be seen from under the big mass of the fluff. “It’s still in perfect shape.” Merry noted while she checked the book. “Hmm… I wonder what we should do to this guy. Do you think we could leave him here? That bump is going to teach him not to steal things. I hope so.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>04-07-2021, 10:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Mid-Morning <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>It couldn't be said enough, but Merry was a treasure to see her run in fox form, bumping against his leg. He wanted to go 'Aww' and reach down to scritch her ears, but the moment he leaned in, she transformed back... Giving him a face full of chest and the chance to utter a quiet '... Oh.' before he pulled back. Her scent was positively exciting, but so was also having air to breathe. The best part, however, was the kiss, THAT one left his cheeks tinged pink a little.<br><br>"Oh, it was nothing. I made a mess of things, and I feel..." He trailed off, watching as Merry turned around and bent over, his eyes unfailingly looking down at her tail and rounded backside, his tongue slipping free to wet his lips. "... horny..." The word was whispered so quietly, there was possibly no chance she heard that. At least he hoped... A moment later he realized what he said and cleared his throat. "I feel honestly responsible for what happened, and I'm glad I got to bring it back relatively unscathed." He corrected his words soon after.<br><br>Looking down at the goblin, he folded his arms. "Let's bring him to the town watch, there's a chance he probably stole other things before, we can drop him off first, and then we can... Get to know one another better?" He seemed hopeful, sheathing his Wooden Hatchet and slipping his hands behind his head. He could feel this would be the start of a fun and friendly relationship between him and the Vulpi woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 09:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br><hr>Merry hugged the book against her chest and rocked slowly back and forth on her heels. The girl looked like she was pondering something, possibly how to slither away from Jasper’s suggestion to get to know one another better. “Can you carry him? It might be too mean to drag him to the town watch. I can help with his legs if you carry the top.”&nbsp; <br><br>Merry hesitated with her answer because her obligations were waiting for her. “I should return to work. I work at a local bookstore, Paperbound. But… I’m free later in the evening, if you would like to meet then? I could show you places… and maybe we could have a moonlight picnic? What do you say?” The girl seemed to be excited about the moonlight picnic idea, because her tail started swaying from side to side when she mentioned it. “We could meet in front of the tavern. The Vine and Horn, do you know where it is? You bring wine and I will bring something to snack on.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><hr>Merry didn’t know what she was exactly expecting from this evening, or night. They would be friends and she would show Jasper around in the town. If that was the case, why had she bathed so thoroughly, used the more expensive moisturising lotion to make her skin smooth as a baby's bum and spent a good lot of time brushing her tail? She just wanted to make a good impression. Nothing wrong with that! <br><br>The Vulpi wore a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg) and a short mantle on her shoulders when she arrived to meet Jasper. She carried a wicker basket on her arm and a canvas shoulder bag. “Hi! I’m sorry if I’m late. Did you wait for long?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 11:54:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Mid-Morning&nbsp; -&gt; Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>This day was possibly more than Jasper could have hoped for. He had expected Merry to need to return to work (come to think of it, he would have needed to as well), but he didn't expect hee to ask to meet again in the evening... Or for a picnic! It had been at least two years since he last went on one in the forest, but now this would be his first one in the farmlands, which looked to be a delightful and relaxing experience from the little he saw of them.<br><br>Thanks to the Vulpi woman, he had a much clearer idea of the myriad establishments in Amberdale, where people tended to go at what hours throughout the day, and even where she lived. More than ever, she had helped him to acclimate better and feel more a part of the community than someone simply passing through, and before either of them knew, evening had begun to approach. Merry mentioned needing to do some things before she could join him for the picnic, and so the pair separated, giving him plenty of time to return home and freshen up for the evening. A nice wash and rinse, fixing his remarkably unruly hair, and trying on clothes he felt like he finally had a reason to wear.<br><br>When it came time, he waited by the tree they had finished up earlier in the day, at least to act as a landmark to find one another easier. In his hand hung a tightly bound sack with two bottles of something inside of it, taking extra care not to shake it too much. Part of him looked a bit anxious, occasionally turning his head and looking toward Amberdale to see if he could find his date for the evening, and nothing. Part of him wondered if she got held up, or if he should go and try to find her... But thankfully she appeared before the worry took over.<br><br>"Phew... I was almost worried the date was off. Nah, I didn't wait too long, I just got here too early out of anticipation, that's all." the male Gabe a friendly laugh, before his brows rose. His eyes fell upon her state of dress, to which he hummed. "Whoa... You almost look too good to have to sit on the ground. You should use my face instead." He grinned and jerked his thumb at himself... Before coughing. "Sorry, I break into dirty jokes when I'm embarrassed... But you really do look great." He smiled, before he raised the sack.<br><br>"Wasn't sure if you liked it, but I got us two bottles of Naiad's Whisper. Damn good sparkling wine, doesn't come through here easy. One of my first drinks when I hit 18 back home, and like a good lady, I won't ever forget my fir- Damn it, I did it again... Just, I like it and I hope you do too." He hung his head. "Um... Would you have a favorite spot around here, by any chance?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>06-07-2021, 06:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>“The date…?” Merry tilted her head to a side with a surprised and somewhat confused look. She thought this was just a friendly, completely innocent meeting of two friends. “Is this a date?” They had barely changed a few words and Jasper was already doing a great job at making things worse by blurting rude remarks. The girl’s pleased smile from the compliment changed to a hesitating expression. Merry looked like she was pondering between turning around on her heels and walking away or slapping the man across the face for such rude words. Just what kind of woman he took her for?! <br><br>“I have heard that men in your profession might be a bit… coarse.” Merry said finally, deciding to believe Jasper had no ill intentions behind his words. “There is no need to feel embarrassed. You look great too.” And there he went again. You are a hopeless case, aren’t you? Merry ignored his another rude(ish) remark and continued talking like he had never said it. “I do like sparkling wine. I will trust in your good taste. Oh, I know a good spot. Follow me. It’s not too far” Merry promised and started walking forward, following the river.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I didn’t take you as someone who gets nervous this easily. Are you afraid I might do something bad to you now that we are outside the town in the dark?” Merry asked with a playful smirk. In reality she should be the one who should be worried about such things, but she didn’t feel intimidated at all. The Vulpi knew a place by the fields, a small clearing by the river. It was a peaceful spot for an intimate picnic. Or was this a date…? <br><br>“I didn’t tell you this, but I have a hobby. I read fortune to people. I took my supplies for fortune telling with me, in case you are interested. I wasn’t sure if you believe in such things… or what you would be comfortable with, but one way of telling one’s fortune is rather relaxing if you want to try it.” Merry told while they walked. <br><br>Once they got to the place she had chosen for their picnic she put her bearings down and started setting up the place. The girl spread a big blanket on the soft grass and gave Jasper some little candles to lit and spread them around the blanket. The candles had a faint citrus scent and they were for repelling annoying insects. Merry had brought them something small to eat. She had crackers, cheese, grapes, strawberries, empanadas and lemonade in case they wanted to drink something else than wine too. The girl sat on her knees and placed the food plates on the blanket one by one. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>06-07-2021, 07:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Date? Ack, did I say date!?" Jasper flinched, realizing his mistake when the Vulpi wore a somewhat confused and less than pleased look. They weren't even two minutes in and he was doing a good job of ruining this. "I mean... I... Well, yeah, I guess I kind of thought of it as a date, but it can't be since I'm doing a pretty good job of messing it up, eheh..." He scratched his cheek lightly, and wished he could dunk his head in the river and drown himself into unconsciousness right now. <br><br>"Coarse? I must be like sandpaper then... I don't know what other lumberjacks are like when interacting with ladies, but I guess I never really stopped to think about it in the past." Jasper rubbed the back of his neck. She could have just slapped him if it bothered her, but she kind of played it off nicely. Part of him didn't feel like he deserved to be on a nice little date with her.<br><br>"Y-you do!? Well then, I hope you'll enjoy this one then!" Just like that, the male felt his mood lift up considerably, following the Vulpi woman. The evening sky and low light of fireflies in the distance made for an especially breathtaking scene, one Jasper had never seen before. A picnic in a forest had nothing on having a picnic out in an open farmland like this. The river looked good enough to take a dip in too, but... Definitely not right now.<br><br>"Huh!? No, no! Given the stupid things I've said, I'm probably more in danger of doing something stupid and bad to you, hahah... Hah..." Maybe Jasper was a little too honest for his own good, as once he spoke the words, he hung his head in lament and huffed a sigh. "I'll behave... I won't do anything bad to the person who helped me out today... So, your hangout spot is this way? Honestly, even over here looks pretty surprising and beautiful..." He admitted, turning his head to scan his surroundings. "Hm? You don't mind telling my fortune? I've never really had it done before..." He trailed off, humming.<br><br>She was offering... There was no real reason to decline, and part of him felt interested in learning what she would see. The place she chose... Picturesque was probably putting it mildly. She had a blanket spread out for them, and handed him candles to spread around... "Oh, we lit these every night in our village, it made it so much easier to walk around at night or sleep with windows open. They smell as good as ever..." He sniffed gently before spreading them around. When it came time to prepare, he sat down cross-legged and set the bottles of Naiad's Whispers to his side. The choice of food Merry brought was simple but delightful, up until the empanadas, which made his mouth water. <br><br>"Good gods, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to find the way to my heart through my stomach... So, how did you plan to tell my fortune?" He asked placing his hands on his knees. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2021, 01:32:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><strong>Health Points:</strong> 13/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>Selphie selfishly snuggled with Risppt in an effort to calm her own thumping heart, but as the moments ticked by with nary a peep from her comrades, the cleric began to feel even <em>more</em> tense than when she had been chased by the goblin! <br><br><strong>"Why aren't they back yet?"</strong> she asked, breaking away from the kobold and turning to face the barn properly. <strong>"Do you think something is wrong?"</strong> She would wait to hear him speak, but then start creeping towards the barn. She didn't want to. It was probably dangerous, not to mention dirty. Still, she went cautiously towards the barn door and took a peek inside.<br><br>She gasped audibly and then shouted out: <strong>"Alec is trapped in a slime girl!"</strong> So much for being covert! She retreated from the barn door with a twist so that her back was flat against the outer wall. Terrified, she looked for Risppt to mouth to him what she had seen, but the hollering had caught the attention of Gnolirk who was weighing his options - help his goblin friends, or run.<br><br>Gnolirk chose to run.<br><br>The little green-skin darted past Sarissa and bee-lined towards the open barn door, and right past Selphie. This time, the adventurer seemed to be prepared; as goblin ran past, she screamed out: <strong>"Smite!"</strong> This time, the light did not condense into some phallic shape. It simply blast the back of the monster in a blistering wave of golden light. The goblin thief squealed in pain and stumbled, but continued to run in an attempt to get away. Selphie wasn't having it - she chased the creature down and shouted her smite spell again! She would have continued, but she tripped on a squash vine and fell to the ground, twisting her ankle painfully.<br><br><strong>"You better run you rat-brained rascal!"</strong><br><br>Ranged C - Gnolirk HP: 4/10
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>07-07-2021, 02:47:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 6/15 - 11/20 in Beast form (Gained 5 temp HP to make up for the difference between Rogue and Warrior)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Wrapped in the warm bosom his boiling blood had started to calm, despite the injuries he had sustained in getting into close confrontation with a better armed and armored goblin. When his senses returned to him, he would make a note to look some of their gear as it would likely fit him and he'd have a better stabby stab. When the pretty priest lady finally left him, he stayed low and crouched watching her but not following her. He did wish that perhaps her clothing to obscure the back view as it didn't from the front but those thoughts were fleeting as his head immediately perked at her shout.<br><br>"Alec is trapped in a slime girl!" He'd wished he had a bit of time to stop the bleeding, but before he could even move or reply Selphie was already engaged in combat again and from at least the initial part of it seemed like she was handling herself just fine as the Goblin was on the dead run and getting pelted by those golden magics that she could bring forth. None of them this time looked like a giant golden dick though, so maybe he had just been seeing things. Pushing himself up, he missed for a moment what happened as he saw the pretty priest lady fall onto the ground. Vision still bloodied he had thought the goblin had gotten her, that he had failed to protect her as he had rushed over so hastily to do so. The pounding of the his heart like a drum, slowing everything down as the beast took hold.<br><br>A loud draconic roar spilled from his muzzle as those white scaled tinted with silver darkened to a metallic gleam. His muscles rippling as he more than doubled in size and mass, ripping apart of any clothing that he had been wearing. Immediately, he dashed after that remaining Goblin with his long powerful legs quickly gaining ground. He didn't grab any of the discarded weapons or even bother trying to salvage any of his own. Instead the hulking naked silver brute tackled the Goblin down, pinning him before being able to get both of his hands secure on him as he lifted him up and then with a sickening crunch of flesh and bone slamming into the ground, spiked that injured Goblin into the dirt.<br><br>Another roar, stomping on the fallen Goblin before turning and moving toward the priestess. The blood red eyes fixed upon her had none of the murderous intent that had been shown as the massive brute slowly stomped his way back over towards her, managing to speak out. "Puh-reeh-t puh-reeh-ssss-sst lady okay?" Risppt's voice had changed, deep and snarling but still struggling to speak the common tongue.<br><br><hr><br>Ranged C - Gnolirk HP: 0/10 - 4 point of bludgeoning trauma from being spiked into the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>07-07-2021, 07:36:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>“Oh no, that doesn’t mean this isn't a date. It just means this is a bad date.” Merry chuckled with amusement. “Date it is then. This was a surprise…” Though the Vulpi wondered if she should have figured this out on her own. Maybe it was obvious he asked her to date and she was just too dense to get it? <br><br>“Oh my… You really have a bad habit of saying the worst things on a date? I will trust in your integrity and goodness. Now I must wonder… How do your dates usually go? If it’s not too intrusive to ask.” Merry smiled and nodded when Jasper said it looked pretty here. “Amberdale is a cozy little town to live in and we are blessed by all this beauty of nature around us. It might not be the most exceptional kind of beauty, but I like this rustic scenery. You might think this is a sleepy little town, but I bet you are soon going to find that’s not the case. There is always something going on. The adventurers are busy here. We might not have legendary quests, like slaying a princess kidnapping dragon, but there is still plenty of work for adventurers.”<br><br>“Why did you leave your village?” Merry sat down when everything was placed in their places. There was some space between them and that space was filled with a furry wall that was her tail. “Please, help yourself. Take whatever you like.” The Vulpi gestured towards her offerings, meaning the food. She took the glasses and held them for Jasper to pour some wine in them. “Is it working? Finding the way in your heart, I mean.”<br><br>“Thank you” Merry said with a small nod and handed Jasper his glass and then took a sip from hers. “Mmmh… This tastes wonderful! A good choice Jasper. I’m glad you wanted to share this with me. Are you big on wines?” Or are you trying to get me drunk, Merry thought, taking a quick glance at the other bottle.<br><br>The girl took an espanada from a plate and after chewing her mouth empty she pulled her shoulder back to her. “I wasn’t sure how shy you are, so I came well prepared. I can read your fate from the cards…” Merry told with a friendly smile as she put a pouch containing her tarot cards near Jasper. Next she placed a long oriental pipe (https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/918/377/100/fantasy-art-anime-girls-redhead-tobacco-pipe-wallpaper-preview.jpg) and a black glass bottle on the blanket. “I have something that will help you in granting you visions of your future, sometimes of the past too. It has a relaxing effect, but some don’t prefer using it because the experience can be quite vibrant and intense. If you are afraid of losing control, this might not be something you like. This bottle here is filled with moon water. I pour some moon water on a person and read the patterns and the way water moves on their body to tell their fortune. This requires nudity, so I don’t even offer this choice to everyone. Just the ones… I seem special.” Merry told the man and winked. <br><br>"Which one you would like to try?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>07-07-2021, 10:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Oh, well... I suppose a bad date is better than no date at all to me." Jasper gave at nervous chuckle, but he knew Merry must have been of the opposite opinion. Still, for what it was worth she didn't seem against the idea, which felt like a good sign to the lumberjack. "It's not like I <em>try</em> to, I guess I just got used to being a little too relaxed around others. I haven't really had any kind of a romantic date and all..." He wondered if he was just making himself look worse to the woman... Though instead she seemed to show curiosity in how his dates usually went. Maybe she was trying to gauge him?<br><br>"Sometimes I'd meet someone to hang out with in the village square back home, or the tavern. We'd get a couple of drinks, or a good bite to eat, and let things go from there. Sometimes helping the others also got me pleasant encounters, I guess it was their idea of positive reinforcement." Jasper looked up at the sky for a moment. "Amberdale feels similar, just without the extra rewards, but it still feels good to help people! Even got a few kisses for my efforts... Though I've also fooled around a little bit too. Sometimes with the passing adventurer, sometimes with someone in town... You'd almost swear I've been here longer than a week because of it." He folded his arms.<br><br>"Honestly, I love Amberdale. I came from a sleepy little village in the woods, so by comparison Amberdale feels bigger and more bustling, plus it has a much more beautiful atmosphere that isn't obscured by treetops... I think I already have how much of an idea of how not sleepy it is though." He grinned, before looking to her. "Tell me more about yourself! I can't be the only one sharing here, it's not right! How long have you been in Amberdale, what do you usually do, how has your experiences been here... You know&nbsp; anything you're comfortable sharing." he leaned back on his hands, surveying the woman, but first he would need to answer her own queries.<br><br>"I wanted to try adventuring after dad disappeared in the forest one day. No one knows why, it seems... He never looked like the type to just up and leave, unlike mom. So once I grew up enough and made some coin, I decided to set pit and become an adventurer... But..." He trailed off, snerking. "Three days of traveling between there and Amberdale, I ran into giant spiders which I <em>hate</em>, got my stuff stolen while I was spending the might with twins, and got pranked by fairies by having them hide my clothes. I pretty much came to Amberdale near nude and felt blessed to have been given a helping hand after getting to the Tavern." He spoke... Before shaking his head. "Not like that, I mean I was pointed to a way I could contribute to the town and pay back for the clothes I was given, and even got my own place... And that's the story of how Jasper Hulfort went from a plucky, adventurous forest man to someone who'd rather just chill as a resident of the town for now."<br><br>The male leaned over her fluffy tail, grabbing an Empanada and taking a bite out of it... It was like taking a taste of heaven, and it was just so... So good! He swallowed the food in his mouth before he smiled to Merry. "Well, I could say no, but then I'd be a liar, and I wasn't raised to be a liar." He winked, before finishing the rest of the empanada so he could take his drink from Merry. "I'm not super knowledgeable about them, not like one of those fancy-schmancy nobles who probably live off the stuff. But I enjoy a good drink every now and then. He grinned, tipping his glass back to gulp down a little, before sighing hsppily. "I've never enjoyed a drink out here like this... It honestly feels great."<br><br>"Hm? Oh... You can read stuff like that in multiple ways?" He raised a brow before turning himself to face Merry. She could read from the cards... Which seemed simple enough, but the other... A long pipe and a bottle? "Visions of the future, and sometimes of the past... You've got a unique way to read people's fortunes, don't you?" He tilted his head. He wasn't sure what would happen, but one thing stood out to him: She didn't offer it to anyone, only those she thought were special... Maybe he was reading too much into it, but... No, that wink of hers was definitely suggestive!<br><br>"Well, if the choice is mine... I won't mind stripping down for you to discern my fortune if you won't." He gave a rather flirty smile, leaning forward a bit. "I don't know how far into the future you can see... But if you could figure out if I'll ever become an adventurer, or be able to find my dad, or... See if I get lucky and find someone to share my life with, I'll call any of that a day-maker for me." he nodded, before reaching up to begin undoing the buttons for his vest, before he stopped. "Just to be sure, do you want me to keep stripping myself, or do you do that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>08-07-2021, 06:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>“Oh. So this is your first date ever?” That explained why he blurted out weird things out of nervousness. At first Merry thought that Jasper might be inexperienced in general, which made him so nervous near her, but the more he told her, the more certain the girl was that it wasn’t the case. On the contrary, it sounded like Jasper had plenty of experience. The kind of experience Merry wanted to avoid. She would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t disappointed. <br><br>So he was the type who liked to fool around. There was nothing wrong with that. He would fit right in here in Amberdale because many of the villagers were free spirited on these matters. The problem was that Merry wasn’t comfortable with that. Passing flings, one night stands… they made her feel dirty and used afterwards. I must have given him wrong signals and he misunderstood everything… or do I look like an easy woman to everyone…?&nbsp; <br><br>Merry felt awkward. If she told him how she felt, it would make her seem like a prude and it definitely would kill the mood for both of them. Maybe she should just go with it…? Her focus was in her own thoughts and she listened to Jasper only with half a ear, until she understood he was asking something and pretending to listen wouldn’t work anymore.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Um… hm… I have lived here for some years now. My family practises dark magic, and I felt like it’s not something I want to do so I left to find my own path. Somehow I ended up here, got a job at Paperbound. I guess I’m still trying to figure out who I am and what I want in life. I like arts, like singing and dancing. I like paintings and handicraft too, but I’m not that skilled in those. Though I’m afraid I’m not skilled enough as a singer or a dancer to make a living out of them either, but it’s something I like to do, you know, as a hobby.”<br><br>No. It wouldn’t be the right thing to do to pity fuck with Jasper just because she was afraid he might think she was a prude otherwise. She had the right to be a prude! She didn’t need to sleep with everyone who thought she was easy. Jasper had asked her to tell him about her, and she could use this as an opportunity to tell him what she thought about these things, so maybe he would get the hint and the situation wouldn’t become any more awkward from what it was already.<br><br>“I have done some adventuring myself too. I’m not exactly a fighter, but… I like the excitement, and it takes training and effort to become better. So I can’t become better if I don’t start from somewhere and work hard to improve myself. I have met many adventurers. Many of them are adventurous… outside the missions too. Amberdale has plenty of people like that, who are open minded, free spirited and quite hedonistic. Just like you, they like to keep things casual and consider it as innocent fun between consenting adults. I…” Yes, I sound condescending and prude no matter how I say this! Merry stared down into her glass and slowly spun the glass, letting the wine travel around inside the glass. “That isn’t my thing. I’m looking for something else, something more… permanent. I don’t mean that I want to instantly get married and start making children, but… I don’t want to be done once and that’s it either. I guess I want to explore the possibility of a longer relationship. In general.” Merry added quickly in case Jasper thought she was asking him to do so.<br><br>And then the man was already stripping down. Jasper didn’t seem like a person who had malicious intentions. He meant well, and in his own way he appeared awfully naive. Merry thought that he just wanted different things, and for some reason thought she was the same as him. “Oh no! Please, sit down. I didn’t think we would do it yet. We… could we enjoy the feast and talk some more first?” Merry suggested, gesturing at the spot he had sat a moment ago.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>08-07-2021, 08:27:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Well, first <em>normal</em> date, I guess. It's... Different, but in a nice way. We're not drinking ourselves silly, laughing about it,&nbsp; getting physical... It kind of feels more special like this." the blonde-haired male gave a laugh, unaware of the wrong intentions he was giving Merry. It was clear he had no real understanding of lying about ones feelings and intentions, which at the least meant he was truthful... For better or worse, as the Vulpi discovered.<br><br>"You've been here for years? I'm shocked... You never thought about moving on, striking out into the world?" Jasper seemed genuinely surprised. A job at Paperbound... That was the library place, right? It seemed quite popular with the more scholarly types in Amberdale. "Well, if you practice something long enough, you're bound to get better at it. Do you mind if I hear you sing one of these days?" he asked, genuinely curious about how she sounded. At the least, she had to sound better than he did when he sang while he bathed in private...<br><br>"It sounds like you lasted longer adventuring than I did at least. Maybe I just grew too sheltered in the forest." He rubbed the back of his jead, before Merry went on to explain she'd met other adventurers and explained about their habits, and how they differed from what she was after. "So you're holding out to find that someone special, huh? That's the most ideal outcome if I've ever heard one... I doubt I'd ever get lucky enough to find someone like that in my life, but then that's why I was hoping your fortune telling would be able to see if I could get someone like that." he smiled, removing his hand from the buttons of his shirt once she brought up wanting to just talk for now.<br><br>"Hm? Alright... I am still a little hungry anyway." he grinned, seating himself and reaching to pluck a few grapes for himself. "Where do I begin... Well, as you know I'm a Lumberjack, and I guess I'm kind of as coarse as they come. A lot of the time I just chop down the sturdiest trees I find and bring them to the local carpenter to fashion them into wooden blocks, boards and logs for the citizens of Amberdale to use. I usually also deliver them to make sure everyone has a steady supply to get by through times." He hummed, taking pride in what he did.<br><br>"I kind of have my own hobby in woodcarving. Not really something I make a living off of, but sometimes I'll make cool little wooden carvings of things to store around the house and on shelves. It's a fun little passtime when I don't have any work to do." he nodded, reaching forward for a few more grapes, before he gave a pleased hum. "What about you, does your home have enough wood stocked in it for now?" Maybe she didn't need any, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>18-07-2021, 12:50:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>“Why is it so shocking…?” Merry looked somewhat confused when she asked that. “I guess I have thought about leaving the town sometimes, but it has been just a thought. I feel like big cities offer me nothing I can’t get here. Maybe one day I want to see more of the world or something like that, but right now I don’t have that kind of urge. I’m happy here. It’s a simple life here, but I like how friendly and helpful everyone is in Amberdale. It makes this town feel like a home. Are you planning on moving forward soon to explore the world, find new adventures and more excitement?”<br><br>“Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all. One of these days I will sing for you. Can you sing?” The Vulpi asked while pondering if she should fill her glass or wait some time before drinking another glass of wine. In the end she decided to wait. “Hmm… It might be ideal, but… I feel like men are only interested about sexual adventures, not commitment. Or maybe I have a desperate ‘I want to get married’ aura around me and it scares everyone away.” Merry chuckled, she was half joking with her remark. His words left the fox confused as she looked at the man. “You… Oh, this feels like I’m obtrusive in your private life. Please, if you feel I’m asking too personal questions, by all means, tell me you don’t want to answer them, but… You…” How could she put it nicely? “... lead an active sexual life with changing partners, but you want something more lasting? I wonder if people find long term partners with that way of living… That sounded judgemental! I’m sorry. I don’t mean to judge you or your way of life. I’m not a saint myself either, so I’m in no position to start judging anyone.”<br><br>“Do you have any of the carvings you have made in Amberdale? Maybe I could see them one day?” Okay, maybe she could take half a glass. It’s not like that much would be enough to get her drunk, Merry figured as she poured to herself before checking if Jasper needed a refill. “Oh, thank you, but the wood situation at my home is good. Thank you for your consideration though. Where do you live? Have you already found your own place or do you stay in the Inn?” &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-07-2021, 00:22:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/B0AA8E2A-7214-40B8-A386-5FB3E2FE2DA6.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sarissa Softscale<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Snekling<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><strong>Damage Taken:</strong>&nbsp; 1 HP Damage from the door.<br><hr>Sarissa had entered the barn fully intent on slapping around a couple of the goblins who had been attacking Alec. However, as she landed with a “Ha-Hah!” she was stopped dead in her tracks.&nbsp; Her sword arm dropped to her side and her head tipped to quizzically.&nbsp; <br><br>“Ummm.” She said, not completely dropping out of her combat stance, but not even sure of what she was seeing. Alec looked to be in trouble, though the goblins most certainly did not as their remaining clothing dissolved away.&nbsp; Alec’s didn’t seem to be as far along on the process or his armor straps were at least of better quality as to not dissolve at the same pace. It was as Sarissa was taking in the scene that Selphie shouted in shock and surprise.<br><br>"Alec is trapped in a slime girl!"<br><br>Well, Selphie wasn’t wrong. It did seem that Alec was trapped…in a slime girl...with two Goblins and…and an AMULET!&nbsp; Sarissa jumped forward to try to snatch at the amulet.&nbsp; It was what they were here for, right?&nbsp; All she got for her efforts was a heavy slap across her chest by a purple pseudopod.&nbsp; The heft behind the blow sent her stumbling back and caused her to clutch at her sternum where the blow had landed.&nbsp; While it hurt, it didn’t do much damage.&nbsp; The same couldn’t be said for the straps holding up the soft cloth that covered her breasts. They crumbled to dust in an instant and her blouse tumbled away, revealing her surprisingly soft and full breasts (Surprising to others. Sarissa was well away her breasts were soft and full).&nbsp; A wave of pleasure rolled through her after the sting of the strike and her olive-colored nipples were instantly erect.&nbsp; The only thing saving her from being completely naked was how her simple clothing was cinched at her waist.&nbsp; For now, she was topless and apparently unconcerned at her own nudity. The goblins however appeared to be enjoying the scene as each of their small penises popped up like popsicle.<br><br>"Selphie!&nbsp; I think we found your Amulet!" She called over her shoulder. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>21-07-2021, 22:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br><strong>Health Points:</strong> 13/15<br><strong>Note:</strong> I think I assumed Risspt was furry before instead of scaly. My bad!<br><hr><strong></strong><br><br>The savage roar that Risspt let loose made the color drain from Selphie's face. In a mighty display of strength, the kobold ended the life of the goblin an a violent display that left the cleric unable to get up. Her gentle savior had turned into a terrifying beast! A terrifyingly muscular beast. A terrifyingly muscular, <em>naked</em> beast. Lacking decency and modesty, her eyes wandered appreciatively. She certainly lingered on some parts more than others, but she also saw just how injured he was in his newly exposed form. By the time he had stomped over to ask her question, the initial fear was gone.<br><br>"Puh-reeh-t puh-reeh-ssss-sst lady okay?"<br><br><strong>"Yes."</strong> she said, pulling herself out of the tangle of vines. Had Risppt not been so injured, she would have lied and said no in hopes that he would pick her up and carry her. <strong>"I didn't see how hurt you were. Look at all that blood!"</strong> She scavenged around in her bag - she knew she had a healing potion in their somewhere. It might not completely heal her companion, but it would give them time to get him back to the Temple without worrying about his condition. She sifted through different pots of moisturizer, several cosmetic balms, a hairbrush, a hand mirror, a rolled up linen bandage (that she had forgotten what was used for and didn't realize it would be immediately useful, so left it inside), some ointment, a flask of booze, a loaf of sweet bread, and -- <strong>"Aha!"</strong> She pulled out a small glass bottle with a cork stopper. Inside was a red liquid; healing potion, courtesy of Mabel. <br><br><strong>"This should help. Drink the whole thing,"</strong> she instructed. She really hoped Alec and Sarissa wouldn't need it. <br><br><strong>"Selphie!&nbsp; I think we found your Amulet!"</strong><br><br>Selphie turned in excitement. Good! They could leave this goddess-forsaken wilderness and get back to...<br><br>She wouldn't call Amberdale civilization, but it sure beat roughin' it on the farm.<br><br><strong>"Let's go get that amulet, Risppt!"</strong> she exclaimed eagerly, moving with pep to her step despite the ankle injury. She stepped into the barn only to stop once more. Risppt was naked. Sarissa was topless. Alec's pants were just about deteriorated. The goblins were naked. Why was she the only one dressed? She received an eyeful of scaly goodness and smiled.<br><br><strong>"I didn't realize this quest had a dress code,"</strong> she quipped with laughter. The goblins were stuck between screaming gibberish and moaning in delight and not a threat. The slime seemed content to deal with her three prisoners rather than lash out at the three voyeurs. Or maybe Selphie was the only voyeur and her companions were concerned like Heroes aught be, but Selphie lacked in quite a few different heroic skill sets. Instead of wondering about how to get Alec out of the slime (and she seemed to have forgotten entirely about the amulet), she wanted to poke a finger into Sarissa's full breast and watch it squish. Was she warm to the touch, or cool? She moved aside to allow Risppt room to enter. <br><br><strong>"Can you grab it, Alec?"</strong> She thought maybe he could reach behind him, but the looking at the angle and the position of the Amulet, he might not be able to grasp the jewelry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>24-07-2021, 13:30:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Ah, well, I guess it was just me. I loved my village, but growing up I wanted to see more of the world, but I was always too inexperienced to go out on my own. I guess my first try showed I was still inexperienced, but I was determined to make it work... At least until I had my stuff stolen and I ran into spiders bigger than full-grown dogs." He shivered like a cold wind had just blown over him. By contrast, it felt like maybe Merry had a better understanding of the world around her than he did. Maybe that was why she wanted to stay.<br><br>"I... Don't think so, no. At least not anytime in my immediate future. I went beyond my village around least and even that was no walk in the park. I'm firmly settled in just making a living in Amberdale for now." He nodded with a smile. "I think I'm a little too green to be going out adventuring, but not too green that I can't help out for yhe town. It feels good to work somewhere new." There was much for Amberdale to offer him, and it all started by getting a roof over his head, and a job. The people were the most interesting part of Amberdale, and Merry herself only proved it.<br><br>"Me, sing? Well if you can call my bad, off-key random words while I'm bathing singing, then yeah I sing." He had to keep himself from breaking out into fits of giggles, remembering how dumb he sounded whenever he thought he was singing in private. In moments, their discussion turned to their perspnal lives, and... Talking about her love life seemed none too joyful for her. "I can kind of get why, used to see it a lot back home, and I guess it's where I picked up a few bad habits. If they don't commit, they can have fun with zll the ladies they want, but if they get one who wants them to settle only for her... Well, you can guess why they'd want to opt out." Jasper sighed. Most guys didn't think about what happened if they never found someone to put up with them for life.<br><br>He raised a brow as Merry asked her next question, and as this he raised his hand and waved it. "Oh, stop it, you're the first to even inquire about it. Most don't even care, it's just fun and games." He hummed, before giving a soft shrug. "Well, dad raised me singularly, with the help of the villagers. To many of them, sleeping around wasn't shameful or frowned upon, but we left those who wanted to be dedicated to only one person alone, since it was their right. Eventually, I saw how nice and happy someone could be when they had one person to dedicate themselves to, because they had a sense of stability. They could come home and find their loved one there... But someone who hadn't settled had to look around and no find someone to spend their evening with, or risk being alone."<br><br>She was worried about being judgmental of him, but he couldn't blame her at all. To someone outside, it did seem sketchy. "You're being too nice to me, I think, hahah. But... Yeah, I guess I indulged in the lifestyle too much that I just didn't feel like I could ever find that someone special. It was why I thought maybe your fortune telling would let me know if I could find someone in my future. Days, weeks, even a few years out... If the possibility was there, I could live my days happier knowing someone nice awaited me in my future." He shook his head, guiding a hand to her shoulder. "I think compared to me, you're an angel. Just don't stop believing in yourself angel you'll find that man who wants to make you the woman of his dreams."<br><br>Asking about his woodcarvings seemed to make his eyes light up a bit, as he leaned forward. "Oh, plenty! I left most at home, but I've made a few since coming here to Amberdale. Yes, I've got my own house, but it wasn't easy. I had to spend what gold I had at the time, and a portion of what I earn goes toward paying it off. I own it, but I don't <em>completely</em> own it yet. Still, I have a job, and I can occasionally take commissions for wood carving art to make a little more money to either pay it off or support me. At the rate I'm working, I'll own the house proper in about a week, less if I can get some good paying jobs." It at least gave the man a dream to work toward.<br><br>"Still, despite that... It's my own little slice of heaven, and I'll take it over renting a room at the inn. Sure I'd be close to the tavern, but I'd also be too close to the constant noise. At least I can get sound sleep in my home." he mused, holding his cup out for a refill. "Thank you... So yeah, that's the story of a one Jasper Hulfort, nothing at all impressive. If you're ever curious, you can visit my home so I can show you the place, but it isn't much to look at. I haven't gotten the money to make it eye-catching yet. What about your home? Do you mind if I visit one day? ... Friendly purposes I mean." He added so he didn't give the wrong idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>26-07-2021, 17:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>Merry pondered about what he said. “But you survived your first adventure and that’s a good thing.” The Vulpi patted in a friendly manner his thigh when she said that. “I have heard some sad stories about new adventurers who went on their first adventure… and that was the last time people saw them. I think many adventurers look up to other veteran adventurers who have become living legends, like Saloris the Sorcerer, Brute Bob and Sly Silver. Not even them became what they are at first attempt. It’s a long journey, and everyone has to start from the beginning. What I’m trying to say is that you will get better with time and experience, and one day you are ready to tackle more dangerous opponents and threats.” Merry explained with a smile.<br><br>“Hmm… I wonder if you have actually sung to someone before? Maybe you just think you are bad at singing? Though… I guess it’s usually the other way around. People who aren’t blessed with talent to sing like to sing and they refuse to believe it might not be their thing.” Her ears flicked lively when Jasper told about how things were back at his home village, especially relationships. “Are those the only options? Being with everyone or being with just one person?” Merry hesitated if she should continue about this topic or let it be. Nervously she straightened her skirt by brushing it with her slender fingers. “Perhaps there are more than two options… I don’t want to judge people and I think there is nothing wrong with either being dedicated to one person or having fun with many people, but… I like to think there is another option, which you didn’t mention and that would be being with one certain person and still enjoying the fun with others. I don’t mean cheating! No. Don’t misunderstand me like that! I mean that… such an arrangement could be possible if the two in a relationship both agree to it and are comfortable with it.” The dark haired Vulpi felt like she was doing a poor job at explaining what she meant, and it was embarrassing, so she was eager to guide the conversation forward.<br><br>“To me it sounds like you just hate sleeping alone.” Merry smirked playfully. “You want someone to wait for you at home. Oh! Maybe you should get a dog?” Now she was joking at his expense without a doubt. “An angel…? Well, thank you. That’s such a nice thing to say.” She took it as a compliment, and didn’t seem to be bothered by his hand on her shoulder.<br><br>“Oh, you are more dedicated to staying in Amberdale than I thought. Now I feel guilty for thinking you had your bags packed and ready to leave soon, but if you bought a house here it means you are going to stay for a longer time. I should bring you a homecoming gift… I will absolutely visit your place one day and bring you a gift. Is there anything you would need? If your place doesn’t have much it means that it’s a perfect opportunity to make it a showcase of your wood carving skills! You can decorate every piece of furniture and make it look like no other place. I would love to see what you can do with the place with some time!” Her tail swayed from excitement of thinking how special the place could look if he really put effort in it. <br><br>“My home? I have a little cabin at the border of the town. I guess it’s nothing special or too fancy, but I have a small garden. It’s like a green haven around my house. Definitely! You should come and see it one day!” Merry didn’t seem to get that there could even be some other motive behind his suggestion. “So Jasper… Do you like just humans? I mean… like, like in the sense you could think about sharing your home… and life with. Is it just humans for you… or do you like all beings?” Merry asked with a quiet voice while rolling a strand of hair around her finger, watching at the man from under her brows.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>02-08-2021, 00:37:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"It's not all good, I think... Sometimes survivors never come out of it the same again. I suppose I'm glad I made it to Amberdale with not as much stress and trauma." Jasper admitted with a quick laugh, but he knew Spiders would always, unequivocally cause irrational fear in him, even the smallest ones. No doubt it would also make teasing him an easy feet for anyone feeling particularly mean in that moment. "I used to hear tales about people like that, they always inspired little brats like me for greater things. But we always got caught up in the glamor, we never really considered the journey to get there. I'd like to hope I become also good also as you say one day... But another life not spent adventuring might not be so bad either." <br><br>She wondered if he sung to someone before, to which he burst out laughing, rolling on his back and trying to cover his mouth. "Me, sing to someone? Surely you jest! I wouldn't be caught dead trying to sing to anyone... Ho, but that was a good laugh. Cheers." He smiled, giving her a thumbs up as he sat back up, brushing his chin. "Well, I suppose our village was either normal, or not very... Still, what you say..." He blinked and considered it. "If there was anyone like that, they didn't advertise it very much in town. I..."<br><br>Thinking about it... That seemed like the best of both worlds, didn't it? You could have your one true, and then you could both play with whomever else they desired. "I mean... If someone were that lucky, I would swear they might as well have hit the local big winnings at the tavern or something. I would be lucky to have just one woman to come home to, but if she didn't mind joining her lover in playing with others..." Jasper felt like if he had that... Then he would probably feel like the luckiest man in Amberdale. Of course the odds of finding someone like that were about as likely as finding a needle in a haystack.<br><br>"I suppose yes, sleeping at home kind of... Hey!" He slapped his thigh and pointed at her accusingly. "No, I will not get a dog or any other animal to stave off loneliness at home! I have heard tales of cat or dog owners going overboard and collecting a bunch and I will not fall into that habit." He folded his arms definitely and finishing with a snort as if the thought were preposterous.<br><br>However, the thought of her bringing a gift to his home sounded worthwhile, and so he quickly relaxed and hummed. "A gift... Well, some books couldn't hurt. I don't really have a bookcase, but I could always craft one to give your favorite picks a place to be. You have some personal favorites, don't you? You can bring some over for me to read, and when I get home, I can get started on fashioning a bookcase for them." He grinned, happy to see Merry look so excitable. Her own place sounded like he needed to see it at least once. "Definitely expect a visit then, a well-tended garden is a good indicator of someone's care and understanding of nature. We had plenty of gardens back home, but I never really got to make my own... So maybe I can start here once I have an idea of how yours looks."<br><br>The last question seemed kind of surprising to the man, but it was also one he didn't have much trouble in answering. "In that manner? I... I would say I like most beings I should say. I... Might have to make an exception for things like arachnids, or have legs greater than four. I'm... Sorry, I just can't bring myself to like them! But everything else? I would say yes... I wouldn't mind sharing my time and life with them... Why, is that going to help you figure out if I have someone waiting in my future if you tell my fortune?" He asked, raising a brow out of curiosity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>22-08-2021, 02:20:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3nPVoS.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/lET6vlo.jpg) <br><br>As far as adventures go, this one had been one for the books! It would be the fond talk of Amberdale for the next couple of days - men would reminisce (out of earshot of their wives) about the bouncing buxom babes that had proudly held up the stolen amulet when re-entering the town with victorious smiles! Women would reminisce about the nearly naked knights in no armor that trailed behind with satisfied smiles over their... bravery in <em>ahem</em> battle with a slime. <br><br>None were more happy than the woman who had been the victim of the goblins. They were rewarded with 12 silver, a blessing of prosperity, and a promise for a discount if ever they visited her shop in the city! <br><br><div align="center"><strong>HEROES</strong></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">HERO ONE</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">HERO TWO</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">HERO THREE</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">HERO FOUR</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)<br>Alec Redwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15887320#msg15887320)<br><br><strong>REWARDS</strong><br>+5 exp<br>+2 silver</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)<br>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><br><strong>REWARDS</strong><br>+10 exp<br>+4 silver</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/B0AA8E2A-7214-40B8-A386-5FB3E2FE2DA6.jpeg)<br>Sarissa Softscale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15885476#msg15885476)<br><br><strong>REWARDS</strong><br>+8 exp<br>+3 silver</div></td><td>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; |&nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)<br>Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><br><strong>REWARDS</strong><br>+10 exp<br>+3 silver</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>*Rewards are flavor text and have no real impact on gameplay. i did it just because it was fun.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 09:53:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>“You think it would be that lucky? I never thought it would be that hard to find someone who would agree to a deal like that. I thought the hard part is finding someone who wants to commit in the first place.” Does this mean we think in the same way about this…? Merry drew circles on her skirt slowly with a thoughtful look on her face. “It’s possible that it’s not as rare as you think. Perhaps you need to be brave and take the first step in order to find if there is someone who feels the same way… I doubt anyone exactly goes around advertising it, so the only way you could find out about such is either being part of it or… by sharing thoughts with someone.”<br><br>Merry flinched when he suddenly slapped his thigh. Her eyes bounced to look at the man and when he pointed at her accusingly the girl beat her tail lazily a couple of times and smirked. “That’s what you say now, but a year or two more and you will take a small dog to keep you company. Then you get another one, to keep the first one company. And before you notice, your whole house is full of dogs. Dogbeds and fur everywhere and all you talk about is dogs. You know what will be the top of all that? When you start talking to them like they are your children.” She was without a doubt poking fun at him. <br><br>“Oh, I do have some favorites, but I can’t know if you like the same things as I do. What kind of literature do you like? Poetry, non-fiction, stories, memoirs or something else?” Merry thought he was interested in visiting her home as a friend. She was terrible at understanding subtle innuendos, and sometimes she didn’t get even the not so subtle ones. “I should bake something if you come to visit my place. Is there some pastry you especially like?”<br><br>“You don’t need to apologise to me! Everyone has the right to like whatever they like, and the same right not to like certain things. Like… hmm… I like feminine girls and masculine men. Of course there can be expectations, but… usually those are the types that appeal to me.” Merry chuckled with amusement at his question and shook her head to his question. “No. If I asked you these things for fortune reading, I wouldn’t be reading your fortune. I would be claiming to do so, while I would be using the information I got from you.”<br><br>The Vulpi was quiet for a moment before she slowly licked her lips and locked eyes with Jasper. “I asked because I’m curious to know if you like only humans or do you like more animalistic and fluffier women too…”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 11:41:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"I mean, maybe there are others in Amberdale? I might even if I had the chance. It's easy for a guy to say they like others and can't choose just one, while others are happy picking just one to share their life with. Your idea sounds like it's the best of both worlds to me: You have that someone stable, and then together you can play with anyone else." Merry did have a point... Finding someone to commit was the hard part, especially making sure they didn't take advantage of the arrangement to go slip into someone else's bed. From what he could tell, this plan was meant to encourage threesomes and more. <br><br>"You're probably right. I've only been in Amberdale a week, so I don't really know where everyone's sexual proclivities lie, you know? It's not as easy to walk up to someone and ask them how they like to play. Nobody likes someone with loose lips... But sharing thoughts on it... Hm." Jasper hummed, brushing his chin. "Well, I can start by sharing my thoughts with you! You're a fortuneteller, so maybe they'll help?" the oafish blonde male smiled, completely unaware if anything he said could help her predict his future or not.<br><br>He leaned back and gasped in mock shock as she continued to joke about him being one of those crazy dog owners, to which he covered his ears. "Nope, I'm not hearing this. That isn't gonna be me at all, I would have one dog at least, maybe two." That was how it always started though, right?&nbsp; Merry seemed beside herself poking fun at him and all he could do was scrutinize her with a glare. She was lucky she was so gosh-darned cute.<br><br>When the topic shifted to ppetry, he tilted his head and hummed. "Mmm, stories of action and intrigue, epics, heroes fighting monsters and rescuing damsels, bonding with wildlife things like that. If they have pictures, even better!" Not, like children's book pictures, but like something nice to look at between pages." the male clarified a moment later, feeling like Merry would probably just poke fun at him for that. When she asked about a good kind of pastry for him, he answered quickly. "Pie! I can't resist a good pie, so if you know how to bake those, you already have easy access to my stomach. Apple, Lemon, Blueberry, Custard or Cream, mixed Berry, the works."<br><br>However, when talk about Merry's favorite types came up, this sounded like juicy info! But was it right for her to share? "So those are your types? Wow, you really can't judge a book by its cover, huh? I don't know if I should actually know that, but it kind of does make me a little happy... Hm? Oh, so... It doesn't have any bearing on the fortunetelling process? Dang, but I'm still happy I told you. It kind of feels like I finally have someone close I can share secrets with here." the lumberjack grinned, before Merry seemed to look at him differently when she spoke.<br><br>"Hmmm... Animalistic features are fine to me, for sure. It depends on the type, but they have to be cute... For fluffy things, they need big ears. Flicky, bouncy ears that feel extra plush to play with and stroke. They can have some body fur if they want, but I like ones with not so much body hair.. . Makes it easier for me to use my mouth on places..." He trailed off, tilting his head as he looked over Merry. "Their tail has to be big and fluffy especially... I can accept smaller ones, but the bigger and fluffier, the better. They're perfect for brushing, hugging, and especially snuggling on."<br><br>"Above all, they need a very happy, cheery, playful personality. Having all those physical qualities doesn't mean much if they don't have a playful personality..&nbsp; Makes spoiling them so much more worth it, and if I found a woman like that... I'd be set for life. I don't suppose <em>you</em> know anyone like that, do you?" Jasper sounded dense in the moment he said that, but the way he looked and smiled at her... It could tell a different story. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>28-08-2021, 12:54:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>“There might be others like that in Amberdale.” Merry agreed with a nod. She chuckled when he said it wasn’t easy to walk someone and start asking. “I’m sure you would get the kind of reputation you wouldn’t want if you started asking people those questions without getting to know them better before.”&nbsp; <br><br>“So you like adventure stories, with pictures… of pretty and barely dressed damsels in distress?” Just like Jasper guessed, she was poking fun at him for wanting books with pictures. She didn’t assume he would want actual children’s books, but it was still funny to hear he liked pictures that much. <br><br>“I’m glad you like pies, because it’s simple to make. I even should be able to make a tasty pie! If you liked something complicated… I’m not sure what you would get in the end!” Then the vulpi tilted her head with a curious look on her face when the man said maybe he shouldn’t know what she just told him. “Ooh… I told you too much? I felt like I can talk more freely with you, just like you feel you can share your secrets with me. If it makes you uncomfortable,I will try to avoid sharing you with more intimate revelations.”&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; <br><br>Merry blinked. First once and then more as she processed what Jasper said. She stared at the human man and tried desperately to figure out if he was having fun at her expense, but she didn’t know him well enough to tell if he was serious or not. He basically described her and then asked if she knows anyone like that?! Merry was confused. Did this mean he was trying to tell her subtle he wasn’t interested or was he trying to be a funny man? <br><br>“That… that is awfully precise. It’s a long list of requirements, but… “ She definitely felt disappointed, but shoved that aside as she began to go through the people of Amberdale in her mind. In the end, she wanted to be helpful. There was a squirrel girl who was everything Jasper had just listed, but she was happily married. Then there was a dog girl, but uncharacteristically to her race, she was a rather grumpy and quick tempered person. “You said a woman like that, but do you only like women?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>28-08-2021, 15:14:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"I mean, barely dressed isn't <em>required</em>, but I won'the compl- Hey, wait a minute, that's not faor! I wasn't ready for a question like that so I didn't think about it!" Jasper folded his arms and glared at Merry like he'd been slighted. He wasn't truly mad or upset at her at all, more himself for blundering into that sentence without really giving it some thought. It felt like he fell for something hook, line, and sinker.<br><br>Thankfully the talk on shifted to easily baked goods, to which Jaspers' eyes lit up. "For real? I'm gonna be looking forward to the pie next time then!" Jasper smiled, curious to know what kind of pie the vixen would bake. Though once she wondered if she said too much, he waved his hands. "Not at all! It's more that people don't usually tell me what kind of guys or girls they like. It gives me more knowledge of you though, and... I guess if you can look at it like that, then I don't mind sharing secrets with you." <br><br>It was now Jasper's turn to blink as he had basically described Merry to a tee and... It seemed the notion flew over her head. "Eheh..." He chuckled awkwardly, scratching his chin as she seemed to really try to think about who else matched the description he gave. "I mean... Gender doesn't matter to me too much as long as so they're cute, but that's not the important thing here." He smiled, leaning in and moving his hands to her ears, letting his fingertips roam and stroke her ears as he stared into her eyes. <br><br>"I was talking about <strong>you</strong>, Merry... Though we did just meet today, so I understand if you didn't think I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you... But, uh, would you be alright with that? I-if you need more time dating me to find outbthough, I understand, it's just-" Damn it, he felt like he took the first big step, and now he was stumbling hardcore. She doesn't need awkward! You're a masculine man like she's interested Jasper! Put yourself out there!<br><br>"What I'm trying to say is... Can I be your man to come home to?" He felt like asking her to be his might have made her sound more like a pet or an object... This was a better way to word it, right? At least he hoped...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>29-08-2021, 11:37:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>Merry giggled at his reaction. She patted Jasper’s thigh comfortingly. “If you need time to prepare to answer questions it means you are planning on lying. I like honest answers. Even if they make you look like a pervert.” The Vulpi smirked playfully. Her tail kept beating the blanket under them. <br><br>“Ahh! So you like everyone feminine.” Merry nodded like she understood what he meant. When he reached closer she thought the man was about to take something she had put on the blanket, but instead his hand moved closer and then touched her ears, which made them twitch once. The Vulpi was busy trying to remember someone who would fit in Jasper’s description. Since he was okay with men too, it gave her more options to think about…<br><br>“...what? Me?” With a stunned look the girl looked at the man. Once Jasper got started he kept on going. It went quickly from simply being interested in her to spending the rest of her life with this person! Merry was speechless. The eyes wide, she stared at Jasper. This escalated quickly… <br><br>To win some time Merry turned her gaze down at her tail and nervously ran her fingers through the dark mass of soft fur. Was he serious…? Jasper didn’t even know her! Just like she didn’t know him… What if this was a trick? It would definitely be cruel… This sounded exactly like what some lewd adventurer would say in order to get her in his bed, just to walk off the very next day. But if she lived her life fearing betrayal she would miss some good things. Some real and good things in life. If I want something I must be prepared to take risks! <br><br>“I… That was unexpected, but… It might be a bit too early to talk about the rest of life, but we could get to know one another better. Perhaps you would like to spend a couple nights at my home and I could spend some time at yours. You don’t even know me, so you can’t know if you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Let’s get to know one another first and… then if we both feel like it’s a good idea, we can reconsider that rest of the life part.” Merry suggested with a quiet voice.<br><br>Slowly she moved closer. Her palm set on his thigh, then another one on his other thigh as she moved closer to stand on her knees between his legs. “Can you promise me you won’t break my heart if I put my trust in you?” Merry asked with a whisper, her soft lips just an inch away from his. A chill night breeze brushed her tail fur and hair. It was so quiet they could hear the quiet rippling of the river.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>29-08-2021, 13:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"I feel like I'm being teased here now." Jasper mumbled as Merry patted his thigh, then soon went to smirking at his misfortunes after she explained her reasoning. Thinking about it, she very much had a point... He just wished she didn't use him to make it. However, she was just having a good round of fun, and honestly he couldn't take that away from her. Wasn't she supposed to be having fun on a date? Speaking of fun, fun was the look on her face when she finally processed what he was talking about and the subject of his own words.<br><br>I knew it, I came on too strong, didn't I? What guy in their right mind just throws out a lifetime promise on the first date? ... Well, decisive guys I guess, but this could have gone better... "Ah, sure, sure! That... Probably should have been my go-to first, but I didn't want to... You know, not show my enthusiasm and interest, ahah... So, yeah, I came on a little too hard, I understand... But I'm happy with this outcome! So... Wait, do I visit your place first, or do you visit mine? We have to figure this..." He trailed off when he felt her hands on his legs, before she moved close, on her knees. <br><br>She was honestly so cute, but at the same time she looked... Wary? Anxious? Like she was concerned he might do something she didn't like. "Hm? You want me to promise... Ah, Merry..." Jasper smiled, before his hands came down to rest on hers and he smiled. "Merry... I promise I won't break your heart... And if I do, you can break my legs. Fair?" It was... Probably not the most eloquent thing he could say in that moment, but he honestly meant well, and the fact that he was considering harm to his person as penance for any potential slight against her emotions showed a level of trust at least.<br><br>"So... If you don't mind, my place first? That way you'll know where I live." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>30-08-2021, 14:02:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a dark blue dress (https://images.anime-pictures.net/838/8381a9f5a9289211b8de4605cb74ef97.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_660810-992x1400-kantai+collection-mutsu+battleship-fou+zi-single-tall+image-looking+at+viewer.jpg)<br><hr>Merry turned around and sat on Jasper’s lap like it was the most natural thing to do. She combed her tail on her lap. I guess this means we are a couple now, Merry thought. This all happened so fast she had trouble internalizing it, but she liked the general idea. The thought of having someone by her side felt nice. She had a lot of warmth and love to give… and she wanted the same in return. <br><br>“You are placing a collateral already? I’m not that violent! But maybe I would manage to find someone who is… and then you would lose something you probably would miss more than your kneecaps.” With a mischievous grin the Vulpi moved her leg so Jasper could feel a light rub against his crotch. In reality she wasn’t planning on breaking any body parts. She would just become extremely sad and depressed for some time. Probably it would take a bite out of her trust in men in general. <br><br>“Your place sounds good. I’m curious to see how you live. Have you had any guests yet? If you want we can go visit your house after we leave…” the girl suggested. The Vulpi had a thoughtful look. She stroked the long fur of the tail. It was becoming obvious this was something she did when she was either nervous or bored. Slowly she liked her lips before looking up at the man. The warm light of candles around them reflected on her blue eyes. <br><br>“So… Do you come on too hard on other matters too…?” Merry asked with a flutter of her long lashes.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Farmlands IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 11:58:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Farmlands | Prior to Beginning of Castalin - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing This (https://i.imgur.com/TqCF8Za.jpg) | Getting frisky <br><br><hr><br>"H-hey, let's not be so hasty now. I'd like to keep every part of me intact so I'm not planning on... Going anywhere." The momentary pause came when Merry moved her leg. Just a light, pleasant graze that excited the male more than he already was, evident in how his chest rose and fell for a few moments before he relaxed. His lap was now hers, and the amount of pleasant pressure she put out was exciting in a way. <br><br>"No guests at my house just yet... I wanted to earn my keep a little bit more before I did that, but I guess I'm going to start early." He laughed, watching as she seemed to be combing through the fur of her tail. Every so often she didn't even look at him when she did it... Was that a habit of hers? Maybe when she was embarrassed... Slowly, he moved his hand to her tail, running his fingers through the soft, pleasant fur while she asked her next question. A question liked that gave him a quick pause with its double entendre meaning... And with the way she looked at him, he knew there was more to the question.<br><br>"If that something you'd like to know? Well, I can't just tell you... You're going to have to..&nbsp; Find out." He whispered quietly with a smirk of his own, moving his hands up to gingerly brush and thumb her ears. Just like he imagined, they were as plush and soft as her tail, and the way they flicked when he stroked them excited him. He twitched as she sat in his lap, likely able to feel the muscle shudder even under the clothes they wore. More audaciously, however, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers for a soft, bold kiss, letting his tongue drag against hers, then over her teeth. It felt like he was flat out pillaging her mouth, taking every bit of her taste for himself. <br><br>"Mmm... Do you want to find out... At my place, or... Do you mind if we get started here...?"
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