Colony Chronicles - IC
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				Title: <strong>Colony Chronicles - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>10-07-2019, 11:58:29</strong>
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				Gaia's Vein the native's called it. A long river punched through the eastern coast and snaked deep into the inlands, though a mountain range, a little bit of forest, and a lot of the adventuring bits. But, it's a river so people had an instinct to traverse it, to see where it lead, to Pioneer's Pier. <br><br>Another morning rose above the lush mountains wrapped in a blanket of forest still awakening to the spring. A small sailing boat approached the piers across the wide shallow lake, the first of many in the unexplored lake lands. Who knows what the ship might bring? New adventurers from the Old World, maybe navy soldiers defecting from the war, or friendly merchants looking to swindle you of the contents of your pockets? Either case, they usually bring something exciting.<br><br>Munching your breakfast on top one of the one of stone ruins which peek here and there between the shacks and hovels of the village, you see a group gather to receive the boat. There's one golden figure down there and a bunch of eager - a dragon born paladin: Aladdin. He's sort of acting sheriff in the town, and judge, but doesn't really like executions or any harsh punishments. So far your little party of four has helped him once to clear rats from Mrs. Daggerwand's basement. As a reward you still have some of her baked goods left and they're rather tasty.<br><br>It's nice, but baked goods and rats are not exactly the reason you or anyone else would've come to Pioneer's Pier. There's real adventure to be had. Basically any direction you walk out towards there are ancient ruins, hidden temples, and creatures with untold treasures hidden in their lairs. But that's the thing. There's huge ancient monsters out there. Though somewhat competent, you've kinda gotten the feel off of each other that your party is sorta new to this. Well, apart from Grunkar of course...<br><br>Not that you've had too much time to ask about him yet, or really get to know each other at all. <br><br>The reason you're gathered right now (besides Mrs. Daggerwand's baked breakfast goods) is job offer Aladdin gave you. Yesterday someone had broken into the inn after closing hour (which is pretty damn late), crashed half the liquor, and made a ruckus. They escaped before innkeeper could catch them, but left behind a gift: A two store tall paining in blood - an ominous hieroglyph.<br><br>You were allowed to inspect it before cleaning. Scripture in an odd language circled a seemingly monstrous being, some sort of woman growing from the head of a slug-creature with tendrils and squid-sails on its sides. <br><br>In addition Aladdin gave you his best replica drawing of the horrible scene, just in case you could help.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/1qWDaNd.png)</div><br>Now it's up to you what to do. You're pretty well set up to adventure. You could look around the town and see if there's anything going on, or perhaps the newest ship has brought something interesting along? <strong>What do you do?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Colony Chronicles - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 10:55:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TC9cQyR.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Máiréad Stonecutter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306282.msg14956464#msg14956464)<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Party<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Backbag with her stuff, red and black ensemble with metal scales, mouth bread. <br>HP: 10/10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;AC: 16&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Passive Perception: 12<br><hr><br>Mairead looked over the document that the golden dragonborn had presented the group, stuffing a half finished croissant wholly into her mouthand chewing it as best she could - Ma'm Strongarm who had run a bakery back home did the best she could with the grain imported to the mountains, but in comparison to this fluffy, buttery pastry it was as though the woman had been baking with ground up rocks to make the flour last longer. The girl made a mental note to ask Mrs Daggerwand for the recipe and pick up on the supplies needed. She'd also need t add an oven or stove to the design of the wagon/caravan... <em>thing</em> she was planning in her head.<br><br><strong>"Ain't ne'er seen the like o' this afore,"</strong> the young lady says as she takes a look over the representation of the glyph Aladdin had been kind enough to replicate for them, the slightly breeze causing her hair to sway, <strong>"Nor d' I think I can recall anythin' o' the sort in me ma's bedtime tales... Nor me pa's ones ma wouldn'e 'ave approved 'o. Mayhaps lads and lasses we should be away down t' the docks t' see if'n they had any stow aways or anythin' weird in the manifesto, aye? Or should we see if any o' the people roun' these parts have heard tales o' such big wee beasties hidin' out in any o' them ancient ruins 'r temples out there if the thing turns out to be a local? Or... mayhaps if they know o' anyone who went out on an expedition of late?"</strong><br>Even if the monsters in the area were out of their league it couldn't hurt to check things out to help with more seasoned travellers if anyone else was looking into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Colony Chronicles - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>22-07-2019, 08:24:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/05/1a/bc051a44a4f4f0062f750f37bb3a226b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Nhyris Extaminos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306282.msg14944178#msg14944178)<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Party<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Simple leather armor over a white cotton blouse and trousers; leather boots; short grey cloak; all her things.<br>HP: 8/8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;AC: 12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Passive Perception: 12<br><hr><br>Yellow eyes stared at the documents while Mairead spoke. Nhyris nodded in agreement with the female, though she did not volunteer any such information about parents and stories--there were none to divulge. She chewed thoughtfully on a heel of bread while she looked idly around the room.<br><br>“I have neither seen nor heard of such a creature as that before, but it almost looks like that deep fried snack with curly tendrils I got near the docks yesterday. We could start with your suggestion of checking out the docks first and if we turn up nothing, we could try asking about expeditions or tales from local folks?” she suggested carefully. Her speech was always thus, as though she was taking her time to enunciate every syllable so that what she said would not be misheard.<br><br>She had none of her own ideas to contribute, currently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Colony Chronicles - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ziether</strong> on <strong>24-07-2019, 00:53:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/50/b3/ba50b3e88e9b92df87fab3c799ef6cab.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Grunkar<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Party<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Altogether too much armor<br>HP: 13/13&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;AC: 16&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Passive Perception: 11<br><hr><br>They were in town, and more specifically the inn, so Grunkar wasn’t on his highest guard. If someone was going to enact mischief on the area, they would have done it alongside whatever had gone on the previous night, so they were probably pretty safe. The stout dwarf could sleep anywhere thanks to the years he’d spent with the demanding mercenary companies, and passing out over a tavern table while wearing chainmail was an easy feat for him. Waking up wasn’t hard, either, and the sound of the ladies’ voices finally pulled him from his impromptu nap and got him to sit upright. <strong>“Lassies…”</strong> the grumpy little man trailed off, looking from face to face around the room, not even bothering to look at the bloody fresco that dominated the wall. It was unimportant to him. <strong>“Ye dinnae keep me around for me mind, now, do ye?”</strong> A wry grin broke out on his face as he idly toyed with his beard, tugging it down into some semblance of order. <strong>“I dinnae see anythin’ an axe’ll help here, and it’s a wee bit early for a drink, innit?”</strong><br><br>Getting up from the table was a process for Grunkar, but eventually he ambled over to look at the wall. <strong>“Is it a beastie, or is it summat from another world? All the writing makes me think it might be somethin’...religious?”</strong> Bowing his head, Grunkar made a sign with his right hand, invoking Torm’s protection on himself, and by extension his companions. The power of the divine was a very real force in his life, and while he held his own patron deity, he knew that there were other, darker powers who could cause great devastation. <strong>“It be best to know what sorts of forces we be dealin’ with.”</strong> Thinking hard and leaning on the haft of his axe, Grunkar shook his head. <strong>“Maybe we talk to a priest?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Colony Chronicles - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>06-08-2019, 23:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/05/1a/bc051a44a4f4f0062f750f37bb3a226b.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Nhyris Extaminos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306282.msg14944178#msg14944178)<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Party<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Simple leather armor over a white cotton blouse and trousers; leather boots; short grey cloak; all of her things.<br>HP: 8/8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;AC: 12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Passive Perception: 12<br><hr><br>While Grunkar had been speaking, Nhyris had been listening with one ear and staring at the papers on the table. Her head tilted one way, then the other.<br><br>“Those are many suggestions. Why don’t we split up to check them all?” she finally asked. “And come back here in the evening to share our information. I can go to the docks.” It wasn’t entirely because she wanted some more of those sea creature snacks on sticks. Even she was curious about the recent occurrences. It could be something important. <em>Like a warning.</em> That idea made her uncomfortable.<br><br>Maybe she was just a little paranoid about the unknown and things that lurked in shadows, but sometimes it paid to be paranoid. Especially for her.
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