Mantis Pathfinder [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 04:58:58</strong>
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				The last thing you remember is settling down for a good night's sleep. That's when then they took you, whoever <em>they</em> are, and brought you to this place for reasons uncertain, but definitely dubious. <br><br>The experience has been murky, mostly a deep slumber of surreal whimsies and grim nightmares, interspersed of moments of lucidity in which you are aware of the surroundings of the dungeon. Your limbs do not respond to your commands, but your blurry vision and fuzzy hearing can make out some sort of strange magical laboratory, with goblins scurrying around messing with equipment, mixing potions, and cleaning up messes. Occasionally they come over to you to perform bizarre, grisly tortures, some of which end in your death and dismemberment, making you aware that these sequences are not entirely in the realm of reality. <br><br>Every so often a thin man with lime-yellow eyes stands in before you, gazing intensely at you through a strange violet lens, babbling excitedly while a goblin assistant takes extensive notes. He is observing you... whatever kind of experience you are going through is of interest to them... though you have no idea just what is happening to you. <br><br>And then there's the enigmatic figure... the man in the heavy black scarf and goggles, whose presence evokes more terror in the back of your heart than the most vicious of your nightmares, who on rare occasions accompanies the babbling man silently, or more rarely stands before you himself, speaking brief, cryptic messages that you can never remember, but feel if you could, would be the key to understanding your current situation.<br><br><br><br>But all that's all sleep-memory now. A spray of steam followed by a chilly draft have given you a rather rude, if welcome, awakening. You are in the lab, apparently haven been encased in some kind of glass cage which has now been shattered. The cases remains are surrounded by gray-black stone engraved with flickering diagrams, and you are wearing some kind of metallic circlet, connected to the stone casing by a silver cord. <br>You recall having been jolted out of your sleep by a tremor... and it certainly looks like an earthquake hit the place. The alchemy equipment is disheveled and wrecked, the floor uneven, and a fissure has ripped through the walls, giving easy exit from the room. <br><br>Glancing around, you notice that others are in the room with you.<br>A cursory examination of the surroundings reveal that your possessions have been stowed in chests in a side room. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 05:15:51</strong>
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				Justin DeWinter staggers through the crack in the wall, blue-gray eyes scanning the room for dangers. "When&nbsp; find that goggled bastard, I'm going to stick those bloody glasses where the sun never shines." He muttered to himself. <br><br>When he stumbles upon the chests and finds his belongings, he quickly begins to dress, grabbing his blade and holding it between his teeth as he pulls his boots on. The sooner he's out of this hell, the sooner he can come back and kill the jabbering man...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 05:20:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br>Joula looks about and tries to remember the faces of those about her.<br>All seemed as disorientated as herself for the moment.<br><br>She priestess removes the circlet from her head in disgust.<br><br>"Im a priestess ! What would cause one to do this to me ! If they needed my help they only had to ask !"<br><br>Memories of two men dawn on Joula, a thin man with lime-yellow eyes, apparently the one conducting this foul exercise, and another more foreboding figure, a man in the heavy black scarf and goggles, perhaps the former's master ? <br><br>"I remember one with yellow eyes and a figure with a black scarf - do others also ? Who are these people?" Joula states in common, to any who could hear.<br><br>The priestess didn't wait for a response though and turned her attention to her possessions which were packed in a chest nearby.<br><br>As quickly as he can she dons her armor, settles her pouches about her hip, as well as her flail and a dagger and sling then places on her boots and clasps her masterwork back-pack about her shoulders.<br><br>"Lets find these monsters" Joula offered to others that were in a similar position to her around her. "Any evidence of who they are from this place is worth keeping - lets look a little longer"<br><br>If she isn't interrupted Joula will begin searching the place in earnest, looking for letters or anything that makes sense of the strange ordeal. Hopefully others will join her endevour.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 06:58:51</strong>
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				The stone and glass cases in which you were held are lined up against one wall. <br>The room is incredibly dark... currently the only light is given off by the glowing diagrams on the your holding cells, though it is enough to make out the contents of the room. <br><br>The floor is dank and covered in puddles; water drips from the pipes above. <br>Much of the ceiling has collapsed, and the various tables and desks are overturned, and their contents ruined by the quake or water. There is, however, a large, rusted safe in the corner that has remained, well, safe.<br>Beneath a fallen rafter lies the body of a goblin alchemist, badly burned by fire and acid. His flasks must have exploded when he the rafter fell on him.<br><br>Far to your right are a set of large iron doors. The wall directly across from you has a hole torn in it, which also provides exit into what appears to be the building's sewage cistern. Otherwise it could be possible to climb up the fallen debris through the fissure in the ceiling.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 07:25:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong><br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taavia sucked a great lungful of air at the sudden blast of steam, and the cold greeting her new state of wakefulness.Immediately she sets about kicking and punching the thick glass of her container, flailing as if she expected to clobber something, howling a string of curses in several languages she knows, as well as a few she doesn't - except for the curses./ When the fit is over, she flops back against the wall, taking a panting breath and finally taking a look around.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"What, by the woolly ball-sack of Asmodeus is this place? hello?"</strong> She calls out, leaning forward, only to have her head jerked by the circlet and its connections. A sensible person would simply lift it off. Taavia however, jerks her head forward, ripping those silver wires out of the wall - and smacking her forehead into the glass of her container. It's the glass that suffers, the already-damaged material shattering, and leaving only a slightly bleeding gash above Taavia's "circlet." Which she <em>then</em> removes and tosses away, because that makes sense.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She staggers out of her container, not the least bothered by her nudity, though her arms are crossed to rub each other, warding off the chill. She shakes her head, gathering her senses, eyes blinking away the foggy fuzz of sleep (and blunt force trauma) to notice the others poking around. hearing the self-proclaimed priestess, Taavia snickers, <strong>"you sure? I probably did something to deserve it. I have no idea <em>what</em>, but I've done a lot. How many are there down here?"</strong> She asks, looking around the room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The darkness is no challenge to her dwarven eyes, piercing the gloom easily, making note of the room's outfitting. <strong>"Shit. I wanted to kill him,"</strong> she says, waving a hand towards the apparently dead goblin, before padding her way over to where she sees a man pulling stuff out of the chests in a side room. <strong>"Hey! Woah! if you touch my stuff, I'm going to break your ankles and leave you hear for the earth to swallow!"</strong> she calls out, fits balling as she hurries towards Justin - she doesn't carry through with her threat, though the nude dwarf does shoulder him aside, once he has his feet under him. <strong>"What? It's all here?"</strong> She exclaims in apparent surprise.<br><br><hr><br>(I'm assuming nudity because, well, if they're test subjects, and al ltheir belongings are over yonder, it makes sense. Also, still need to go shopping. Will PM updated sheet with gear and whatnot
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 10:57:36</strong>
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				Justin glanced up at the dwarf... so, that's what a female dwarf looks like... and rolls his eyes before spitting his rapier into his hand, "This is <em>my</em> stuff.... <em>Your</em> property is probably in another trunk... I saw what looked like a lumpy breastplate or something over there." He motioned to another chest that he had opened while looking for something to wear, a weapon or just a stiff drink. "And before you bite my ankles, you'll probably have to worry about terminal ulcers."<br><br>Justin buckled on his weapon belt and slid his blade back into it's home. "I would suggest that we search the place for anything of value before we get out of here... we deserve something for that fruit eyed bat poking us." He looked about, the light more than enough to allow him to see clearly. "The safe looks promising."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 12:22:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/07/4f/074f10da318ee42e792803a7ab551ea5.jpg?92950)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mirana Carnaldusk</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Shadow Sylph Sniper (2 fighter(archer)/3 Rogue (sniper))</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092849)<br>HP:57 (Current: 57)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+6 <strong>Ref</strong>:+7 <strong>Will</strong>:+4<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +5, CMD: 19, Move: 35 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: MW Earthbreaker +8 (1d10+3 x3)<br>Dagger +7 (1d3+2 19-20/x2)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 composite Longbow +8 (1d6+2+1+4 x3 115ft 20 blunt arrows/20 Alchemical silver arrows/20 cold iron arrows)<br>Dagger (thrown) +7 (1d3+2+4 19-20/x2 10ft 1 dagger) <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>: +1 to perception, +8 to stealth, +2 to non-magical ranged AC,<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Groaning a bit as she pulled herself from the slumbers of Nocturne's embrace and slipped the circlet from her head before giving the loose casing a swift kick with both her feet making the already abused hinges give way with a protestant squeal. Looking around at the others and shrugging somewhat glad that they kept her clothes intact and on even though they did experiment on her if the dreams were anything to go by. For the first time in a while she could honestly say her heart ached for the presence of her Youta but now was not the time to get sentimental. Walking over to her chest and giving it a kick to open it and release a bit of anger she went about attaching a Belt Pouch to her waist slipping in a seemingly unimportant grey stone and whistle in it. next were her wrists that got two guards strapped on one with a wand the other with a dagger hidden inside. Taking the time to make sure her Quiver and backpack is packed and everything's accounted for she then slipped both on before going to the last item of import. A finely crafted hammer of decent size almost as big as she was.<br><br>Slipping the Earthbreaker along her back securely she smiled happy to feel the weight or lack thereof of all her gear securely in place. Taking in the others in the room with a bit of a frown seeing two already somewhat fighting a female dwarf and a human she shook her head. Another reason to be missing Youta the kobold knew how to keep his followers in line better than she knew how to keep a group of mish mashed people from killing each other. Taking the time though to search the room thoroughly and see what else she could find in the wreckage of the quake.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">There we go first post done :3 and before work too.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldusk rolled: 1d20, adding 12 to the total<br>Comment: Perception to search the room<br>Result: 14,<br>Total: 26</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 15:04:36</strong>
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				There is nothing else of interest in the room. However, the goblin's side pouch contains a slender brass key and a flask, presumably with some kind of potion inside, that was not damaged in his... incident. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 01:30:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 22<br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +3 | <em>Will:</em> +4 | (+3 save vs. spells, spell-like abilities, and poison)<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +4<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Specifically, naked female dwarf looks... pretty good, at least in Taavia's case. Firm muscles, high, full breasts with fair pink caps, and round hips leading to strong, well-shaped legs. Long blonde hair falls in waves to a point just below her buttocks, and apparently that <em>is</em> her natural color. Her fair skin is marred by a few scars here and there, the most notable a fairly deep furrow on her left hip, an axe wound from the look of it. Despite rumors, there's no signs of a beard, though she's definitely a dwarf in stature - only four-foot one, and her curves, musculature and solid stance give her the appearance of being a little broader than she actually is. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Right. Other chests, then."</strong> she notes, as she entered the room and well, noticed the other chests. She rested her knuckles on her hips as she eyeballed each with sharp hazel-green eyes. it takes a few kicks and thumps to finally find the one with her gear, and she signs in relief as she pulls it all out; There is indeed that breastplate, together with a fine linen shirt and supple leather bodice trimmed in white fur of some sort, to go with the pants and fur-wrapped boots. She pulls these on before securing the breastplate, giving the polished steel a good thump with her fist to check how secure it is. A heavy woolen cloak, th inside lined with green satin, the outside covered with strips of cedarbark stitched onto it, is tossed over her shoulder. Lastly, and most importantly by how reverently she lifts it, is a large bearded axe, the head etched with scenes of dwarven battles with giants, the riveted fitting extending halfway down the dark wooden haft, to the ugly grey hide wrapped around its grip. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few bits and bobs - a lumpy rucksack, a tightly-secured scroll case, and other odds and ends are secured before she looks to the human with a grin. <strong>"Yer ankles are safe, don't you go worrying. I've got my eye on 'em."</strong> She shifts the axe to her left hand, wielding the heavy-looking thing with ease, and steps back out into the main room, her eyes squinting a bit. Two fragile-looking women, the man with his metal toothpick, and a dead goblin. She sighs, stomping over to the dead freak, and gives it as good a kick to the head as she can, before looking around. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Alright, then. <em>I'm</em> not climbing through a hole that smells like a beholder's backside,"</strong> she says, gesturing towards the rent hole in the wall. <strong>"So, I think either we climb our way outta here - I can carry ya, if you need,"</strong> she offers to Joula with a teasing grin. <strong>"Or we find our way through those doors. <em>Personally</em>, if whoever snuck us is still around, I think he's behind those doors."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She takes a final look around the room, committing it to memory for later, and nods. Very briefly, she sets the axe down, producing a leather thong from a belt pouch so she can gather and tie her copious hair into a rough bun. <strong>"I'm called Taavia, by the way."</strong> So saying, she lifts the axe again, fingers flexing around it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 07:16:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br>"Well met Taavia, I am Joula Shawin, priestess of Arshea, and I can climb well despite my physique." Joula nods in greeting to the female dwarf and feels comforted that she isn't alone dealing with this drama. She then nods about to others who may be paying attention.<br><br>"The doors are a good idea, if other clues exist to whats happened to us, they would most likely be behind them - we should look there first before leaving this place. Shall we bring the safe with us?, I can't lift it but others may, if we cant, perhaps your axe could open it ? It may contain letters or documents about what has happened to us, and who is behind it all, I am not sure if any here have the skills to open it properly."<br><br>The priestess then notices the Sylph, who was rummaging through the goblins possessions "Find anything that can open the safe?"<br><br>While Joula waited for a response she looks about the possible exists, others rummaging around the room prove to her that if there was other things to find, they would be happened upon. She agreed with the dwarf woman though, climbing up did seem more inviting way out, but the doors would give more of a clue about their situation. The latter dominated the priestess' mind.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 11:56:09</strong>
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				<strong>Gabriel Brewer</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GcbkX3M8pQbn33cIAG_GW-HVLeCnccV-_JdtNVqnlxk/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nude save for the circlet's they'd all been wearing, a tall man, broad and body sculpted, groaned as he awakened.&nbsp; He straightened up, sitting tailor fashion, raven black hair spilling around his shoulders to the naval and down his back to the small.&nbsp; “Valtyra?” he called, looking around, more than a little confused.&nbsp; “Are you around here?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Confused memories drifted about in his mind as he observed the scene, and his fellow specimens going about retrieving their things and looting the place.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes, they had definitely been specimens.&nbsp; &nbsp;He remembered the two cruel and odd looking researchers, and the goblin—one of their secretaries—that was his corpse over there, wasn't it?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabriel carefully cleared out the last of the cage so he wouldn't cut himself passing through it, and carefully picked his way through the glass and debris.&nbsp; Digging through the chests, he found Valtyra's things in one, his own in another.&nbsp; The sight of the sorceress’s dark purple robe brought back clear memories of taking it off of her before they went to bed—when was that?&nbsp; He'd told some stories at a tavern, then there had been dancing, and he and Valtyra slipped up to bed together, laughing and loving and...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the confusion.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabriel pulled on small clothes, padded dusty purple leather pants and linnen shirt that brought out the alien beauty of his amethyst eyes.&nbsp; Next came boots, then a carefully fitted steel breastplate.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He offered his fellow specimens a wave and a smile as he continued to gear up.&nbsp; “Well met, Joula, Taavia.&nbsp; I'm Gabriel Brewer, Dedicated of the Lord of the Morning.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;HE worked a copper and gold bracelet in the form of an Asian dragon up over his fist so that it coiled around his forearm.&nbsp; Then he slung a bastard sword over his back and fished out a hefty leather bag.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are there things I can help with?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 12:14:57</strong>
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				Valtyra shook her head, trying to clear the gaze. She remembered the bar that night.. she and some man.. no.. wait.. It was Gabriel..&nbsp; Yes.. <br><br>She recalled it was Gabriel she danced between the sheets with, in so passionate an embrace.. "My head feels as if a dragon stood on it.." She groaned softly, before hearing Gabriel's voice. "Gabriel? I am glad you are well." She said, happy for him, but she clammed up the moment she noticed others about the room. She too started to pull her clothes on littleby little, rings, her robes.. her staff. "Where by the Abyss, are we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 12:21:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabriel smiled softly and gave his friend and lover a quick, intimate, and firm hug.&nbsp; The way she was so cold around others had come to make him feel special because he was able to crack that shell and melt that ice—but only for himself.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I'm not sure,” he offered, “But this place looks like a mountain giant beat on the outside with the trunk of an old oak.&nbsp; Do you suppose there was an earthquake?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 12:28:19</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Justin DeWinter</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:56/56&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;20<br>TAB:+12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC(Touch:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14<br>Range:+8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC (flatfoot):&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;16<br>Panache Points: 8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Init: 5<br>Active Effects:<br></div></div><br>Justin nodded to Taavi, "I appreciate that, I'm rather fond of them." He rose with a fluid grace and offered her a graceful bow, "Justin DeWinter, Swordsman extraorindiare at your service." He swept his hat almost across the floor in the process.<br><br>He followed her out as two more went in for their items, "As I just told my little friend here, my name is Justin DeWinter, I'm a swordsman, a rogue and a scandrel... or some ladies have tagged me." He grinned then, a charmingly boyish expression. "If our tormentors are through those doors, by all means, lets open the doors." His grin turned wicked, "I would like to have a rather pointed, fatalistic discussion with each of them."<br><br>He strolled over to the safe and for the hell of it, tried the handle. He had no chance of unlocking it, but if things happened suddenly, there was always the chance that it wasn't even locked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 22:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/07/4f/074f10da318ee42e792803a7ab551ea5.jpg?92950)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mirana Carnaldusk</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Shadow Sylph Sniper (2 fighter(archer)/3 Rogue (sniper))</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092849)<br>HP:57 (Current: 57)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+6 <strong>Ref</strong>:+7 <strong>Will</strong>:+4<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +5, CMD: 19, Move: 35 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: MW Earthbreaker +8 (1d10+3 x3)<br>Dagger +7 (1d3+2 19-20/x2)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 composite Longbow +8 (1d6+2+1+4 x3 115ft 20 blunt arrows/20 Alchemical silver arrows/20 cold iron arrows)<br>Dagger (thrown) +7 (1d3+2+4 19-20/x2 10ft 1 dagger) <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>: +1 to perception, +8 to stealth, +2 to non-magical ranged AC,<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Frowning a bit at the contents she slipped the green vial of whatever it was in her belt pouch before standing with the key taking a few strides over towards the safe. Looking between the brass key and the safe she slipped it into the lock before giving it a turn testing to see if it opened up. Giving a smile as it did she slipped the key into her belt pouch as well. Leaving the safe for the others so forage through she walked over to the door, finders keepers after all, as she took the massive hammer from her back gripping it in her hands and gave door a forceful shove with her foot. Making the door fly open she peered outside the room they were in surveying the area and checking for Danger, loot, an Exit, whatever she could divine from the area beyond the room they were in. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Don't miss me too long Youta. I'll find my way back..."</em></span> She thought as she took in the area.<br><br>Looking back at the room of thrown together people all with a common goal of escape. Hearing the talk of climbing out of there she shrugged a bit her voice low but carrying through the room. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"You can climb all you please if you so desire after taking whats in the safe. Ill walk through here and see you all outside."</span> Steeling herself and gripping the finely crafted Earthbreaker hilt in her hands she crossed over the gap of the door and made a more thorough search quietly.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">everyone but mantis posted Decided it was my turn :3</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldusk rolled: 1d20, adding 12 to the total<br>Comment: Perception to check outside the room for anything of interest<br>Result: 13,<br>Total: 25<br><br>Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldus rolled: 1d20, adding 20 to the total<br>Comment: Heads into the next area quietly<br>Result: 12,<br>Total: 32</div></div><br>EDIT: there we go its a little clunky but still does has the main meat of what I wanted to do. Still coulda swore I read in ooc/ic somewhere that key was for the door not the safe lol &gt;.&lt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 01:54:28</strong>
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				[tsstt... the key was for the safe. the door out isn't locked :P]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 03:26:00</strong>
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				The priestess looked about then decided to take the headband that was fixed to her scalp during their imprisonment and thrust it in her backpack, in case she can find someone that knew more about the contraption.<br><br>"Well met Gabriel Brewer" The priestess curtsied and nodded to the friend of Gabriel.<br><br>The slyph woman seemed to be able to open the strange chest, which made Joula's eyes dilate.<br><br>"Ahh the safe is open, lets see if it contains anything that sheds light on this unfortunate time"<br>With that the cleric quickly runs to the safe and flips the lid.<br><br>_____________________________________________________________________________<br>OOS: <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Sure it may be trapped, but she isn't thinking </li><li>We have a rogue but she doesn't open locks or disarm traps - awesome !</li></ul>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 03:50:41</strong>
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				Justin steps back before he gets run down by the strange people wanting to open the safe. "Pardon me, didn't mean to get in the way."<br><br>With all of the sudden interest in the safe, he leaned against a wall to watch the going-on's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 05:39:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.onrpg.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Angel_Lightbinder.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Valtyra</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Aasimar Cross Blooded (Arcana/Dragon) Sorceress 5)</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1093823)<br>HP:35 (Current: 35)&nbsp; AC: 14, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 12<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+2 <strong>Ref</strong>:+3 <strong>Will</strong>:+6<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +2, BAB: +2 Move:&nbsp; ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Claw (1d6) 8/day (Full round Action: 2 claws)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: None <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>: none<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Spells</strong>: None active<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Potions</strong>: none active<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Debuffs</strong>: none </span></div></div><hr><br>Valtyra looked at Gabriel, and went to stand near him as he moved and spoke to others. "It could have been, I am not as in tune to the world as others of my father's kin, but something is amiss, whoever is responsible for this, shall feel the full fury of my Ice." She growled low in her throat. Gabriel knew, from months of traveling with her, that her bloodline had gotten her exiled from her homeland, because her father was a dragon, and her mother was a half celestial..<br><br><hr><br>OOC: Jsut gonna borrow your posting tagline there Oyabun-sama ;) XD
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 08:16:53</strong>
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				<strong>Gabriel Brewer</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GcbkX3M8pQbn33cIAG_GW-HVLeCnccV-_JdtNVqnlxk/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After nodding to those who introduced themselves, the big warrior-priest wrapped an arm around the sorceress's tiny waist.&nbsp; “And my flame,” he whispered in agreement.&nbsp; Glancing around, he added, a little bit louder, “Do you have recollections of them?&nbsp; The man with the goggles?&nbsp; And the one who dictated notes to that goblin over there?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He crossed tot he goblin's corpse to check it for clues, not sure if it had been searched yet or not.&nbsp; If it was a scribe, and had note on it about what had been done to them, he'd like to see them.&nbsp; Gabriel also checked it for sign of what had killed it.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 12:22:07</strong>
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				The door leads to a hallway. At the far end look to be some stairs up. On this side of the hall, there is one wooden door, and on the other side there are two iron doors like the one you just opened.<br><br><br>The safe contains several ledgers concerning the goblins' alchemical experiment. Of particular note is one large leatherbound book concerning dreams, the astral plane, and similar subjects. Next to is a somewhat more well-kept ledger that seems to be the journal of a more senior alchemist. Though they are rambling and incoherent, they seem to revolve around experiments on the mind. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 06:14:51</strong>
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				Joula gasped as she rummaged through the strange reading material. <br><br>"This is exactly what I hoped to find. This could help us all from being victims of this happening again, as well as preventing others going through what we did. <br><br>Unless others object I will hand these over to my temple after we make a copy for ourselves, in case an unfortunate accident occurs. This happening to a priestess of theirs is an insult to my faith and on my temple itself. If any of you prefer I left my temple out of it, say so, but they are good people they should get behind this, if its possible. They are very well connected, it may come in handy for us, we should use it."<br><br>Joula stood with the books and ledgers in hand then proceed to put them in her backpack before looking to Taavia <br><br>"Shall we try these doors then ? There may be more like us on the other side."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 07:36:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabriel nodded gravely to Joula.&nbsp; “I approve of that idea.&nbsp; If those are too heavy, I have a magic bag.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He slung said bag over one shoulder with his left hand.&nbsp; He drew his sword and shouldered the big blade in his right.&nbsp; “If there's no better way to get these open, I can throw my shoulder into it.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 15:26:22</strong>
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				The wooden door on one side opens to a simple tool closet. <br>There's not much in there, but six vials are clearly labeled as potions of<em> cure light wounds</em>. <br><br>The other room is a lab much like the one you awoke in, with liquid filled glass containers, though the equipment hooked up to them appears to be very different from the dream-coffins you were in. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 20:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 22<br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +3 | <em>Will:</em> +4 | (+3 save vs. spells, spell-like abilities, and poison)<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +4<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taavia's brow had lifted as Justin introduced and tried to flatter himself. She shook her head with a soft snort and a chuckle, resting her axe on her shoulder as she went back to the main... gallery? Lab? Seeing the odd blueish woman has already nudged the doors open, Taavia heads her way, a nod granted to Joula. <strong>"C'mon, then. Wary of the rogue-and-a-scoundrel, though." </strong>She looked back over her shoulder, grinning at Justin, before following Mirana into the hallway.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While others worry about the doors, Taavia is going to go all the way to the stairs, to have a see what might be above them. Probably a hell of a mess, judging from the cave-in they had seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 23:14:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/07/4f/074f10da318ee42e792803a7ab551ea5.jpg?92950)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mirana Carnaldusk</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Shadow Sylph Sniper (2 fighter(archer)/3 Rogue (sniper))</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092849)<br>HP:57 (Current: 57)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+6 <strong>Ref</strong>:+7 <strong>Will</strong>:+4<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +5, CMD: 19, Move: 35 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: MW Earthbreaker +8 (1d10+3 x3)<br>Dagger +7 (1d3+2 19-20/x2)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 composite Longbow +8 (1d6+2+1+4 x3 115ft 20 blunt arrows/20 Alchemical silver arrows/20 cold iron arrows)<br>Dagger (thrown) +7 (1d3+2+4 19-20/x2 10ft 1 dagger) <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>: +1 to perception, +8 to stealth, +2 to non-magical ranged AC,<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Seeing a few of the people now dispersing off and following her as she made her way down the hallway quietly seemingly fading in and out of the line of sight. Even though she was moving quickly her feet made naught a sound. She wondered if the other people could even see her as they seemed busy doing their own thing. That was fine to her as she waited until the Dwarf opened the door before slipping into the other lab as well taking the time to look around while she thought to herself about the predicament she was in. The cases much like their own from down below taking the time to look inside each one and search around.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>"What kind of place is this that Ive gotten myself into Youta? Strangers in a strange land that looks like something out of a book you're always stuffing your snout into. This place is probably shrouded with a non-detection spell too otherwise you would be trying to contact me... wouldn't you?"</em></span> She couldn't start thinking of the what ifs now though. Her Youta would be waiting for her with open arms and a worried scaled hide. Chances are he wouldn't let her out of his sight again for weeks after either. Frowning a bit as she searched she took the time to call out to the dwarf as she searched. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I know not your name Dwarf, but what do you think of this place... why are we here? My name is Mirana by the way if you care to know."</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldusk rolled: 1d20, adding 20 to the total<br>Comment: Heading into the lab quietly<br>Result: 17,<br>Total: 37<br><br>Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldus rolled: 1d20, adding 12 to the total<br>Comment: Searching around the second lab<br>Result: 12,<br>Total: 24</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 23:40:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Justin DeWinter</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:56/56&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;20<br>TAB:+12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC(Touch:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14<br>Range:+8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC (flatfoot):&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;16<br>Panache Points: 8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Init: 5<br>Active Effects:<br></div></div><br><br><br>Justin watched the people spread out and involve themselves with whatever caught their eye... apparently blind to everything else, like the two who had nearly ran him down at the safe. "mad house." he said to himself and shook his head before heading out the opened door. No point in hanging around and waiting for something bad to come out of the sewer. A sewer means urban area and urban areas meant taverns, people and prostitutes... among other things. Much better to get out before something got in. He would let the others content themselves with whatever they wanted to do, he was getting out.<br><br>He passed two open doors, pausing at the sight of bottles marked healing potions and taking 1 of them. "A small payment." he said to himself before he followed the dwarf to the stairs. "Pardon me Love, I think that it's time to vacate the premises before we get perminent residency."<br><br>He drew his blade and started up the stairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 11:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Gabriel Brewer</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GcbkX3M8pQbn33cIAG_GW-HVLeCnccV-_JdtNVqnlxk/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All the different directions his potential allies were breaking off in were starting to make Gabriel feel dizzy.&nbsp; After taking one of the healing potions for himself and offering another to Valtyra, the young priest motuhed, "Come on," to her and moved to follow Justin up the stairs.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 06:32:28</strong>
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				The stairs lead to some kind of common room. The floor is dusty and dry stone blocks, cracked and uneven from the quake. <br><br>There are several long tables in this room, with the remnants of breakfast still on them. The room smells of cold sausage and soured milk. <br><br>Across the room is another staircase. Each side of the eating hall has two open doorways leading into a side room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 12:00:36</strong>
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				Justin DeWinter<br><br>Justin looked at the room, "Well, a step up." he said and looked at the abandoned breakfast to try to gauge how long it had sat there. "Not the best of aroma's, but maybe there'll be something eatable in the kitchen." He listened for the sounds of noise outside; his eyes scanned the room for an exit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 14:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Gabriel Brewer</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GcbkX3M8pQbn33cIAG_GW-HVLeCnccV-_JdtNVqnlxk/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Some food would be nice," Gabriel agreed.&nbsp; Sword still shouldered, the big man moved over to the right hand door, opened it carefully and took a look inside.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 04:59:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br>As Gabriel inspects the right hand doorway, Joula peers into the left, carefully searching this place before everyone leaves seems a good idea.<br><br>"Whoever runs this show may be back with men to get things back to what they were. I think its best if we see all we can about their little hideaway quickly before we regroup upstairs to decide whats best to do, for those that want to see this though anyway. I hope that's most of you"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 10:38:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Tch,"</strong> is the noise she makes, sucking her tongue against her teeth. <strong>"It's like watching pigeons chase seed."</strong> her fingers flex around her axe, before she relaxes her stance, freeing one hand to scratch at her temple. <strong>"Right now, i say we just get the hell out of here. Best to come up with a plan to kill a bear <em>outside</em> it's den, hmm?"</strong> From the look on her face, the part about killing probably isn't a rhetorical device. <strong>"The longer we're in here, more likely we're going to find a fight. And... no offense to any of you, but I'm not seeing a lot of tactical genius happening if they catch us with our skirts up."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You have those papers. we skit out, look at 'em somewhere that <em>ain't full of big iron doors and weird magic, and think it over."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 04:44:57</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br>"Actually that is a good idea Taavia, lets go to my temple and hand over these documents to them to investigate while talking of what to do, we can always come back here, perhaps with guards of our own" <br><br>"My good friends" the priestess yelled <br><br>"those that care to venture in this place further please dont take long or linger too much, they may be back with reinforcements, I and Taavia will have the papers and will be at the closest temple of Arshea. We can discuss plans with decent food in our bellies and our skins bathed. You will be welcomed there. Hurry there when you can."<br><br>The priestess agreed with the dwarf woman and took the stairwell out.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 04:56:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221574.msg10916508#msg10916508">Quote from: Blinkin on 23-01-2015, 12:00:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Justin DeWinter<br><br>Justin looked at the room, "Well, a step up." he said and looked at the abandoned breakfast to try to gauge how long it had sat there. "Not the best of aroma's, but maybe there'll be something eatable in the kitchen." He listened for the sounds of noise outside; his eyes scanned the room for an exit.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It doesn't seem to have been too long. There are a few bowls of porridge here and there, and they haven't gone completely cold. Whatever disaster struck this place, there was obviously enough time for the goblins to all clear out, but it doesn't seem there was that much time between the desertion of the dungeon and the time when you and the others came to.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221574.msg10916656#msg10916656">Quote from: Muse on 23-01-2015, 14:31:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Gabriel Brewer</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GcbkX3M8pQbn33cIAG_GW-HVLeCnccV-_JdtNVqnlxk/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Some food would be nice," Gabriel agreed.&nbsp; Sword still shouldered, the big man moved over to the right hand door, opened it carefully and took a look inside. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This room appears to be workers' quarters. There are goblin-sized bunk beds lining the room, as well as a few chests and cabinets full of alchemical equipment, snacks, baubles and other junk. <br><br><br><br><br>The stairs lead up to a foyer of sorts. It seems this was some kind of manor, but it quite a bit of it has collapsed. There is a pair of ornately carved oaken doors on the far side of the room, which seem like an obvious exit to the place.<br>There are also doors to the either side of the room. The one on the right is blocked by rubble, but the one on the left seems to be a very well-constructed room. The door is open and a light is on from that room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 01:33:58</strong>
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				<strong>Gabriel Brewer</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GcbkX3M8pQbn33cIAG_GW-HVLeCnccV-_JdtNVqnlxk/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabriel made sure there was nothing lurking in the goblins' quarters.&nbsp; THen he did a breif inspiection , checking for anything of value or interest, before joning thetohers at the exit&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 15:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong><br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked back to Mirana as they headed along. <strong>"Taavia Perkele. Originally from Syldr."</strong> She pushes some stray hair back as she ties it into a simple ponytail. <strong>"And your guess is as good as mine as to why we're here. Wozzername, the priestess,"</strong> she says with a flick of her hand towards Joula <strong>"picked up some papers that might clue us all in. We'll figger it out once we're not rats in a trap, aye?"</strong> The small woman - from a dwarf that's something - gets a grin, with less mirth than ferocity. <strong>"And then? We pay 'em a visit, I think. But right now? Yeah, let's done get the hell out of here. A bath sounds wonderful, I just <em>know</em> that green little stinker pawed me." </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With as fast a trot as he stout legs can manage, she joins with Joula, looking around at the architecture. <strong>"Rich man's house. Maybe even a small castle. We've been going up this whole time, so, we're likely on a hill, the basement carved out of a natural cave... Lot of money went into this."</strong> Another grin creeps onto her lips as she stalks up to the large oaken doors. <strong>"I mean, just!"</strong> <em>Kick!</em> <strong>"Look!"</strong> <em>Kick!</em> <strong>"At!"</strong> <em>Kick!</em> <strong>"this!"</strong> <em>Kick!</em> There we go, the door should be opening now. <strong>"...Fine craftsmanship. Well. Maybe not the hinges... well then,"</strong> she dusts her leather leggings off, shakes her kicking foot. <strong>"Someone else want to be the first out?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 15:29:30</strong>
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				Justin DeWinter<br><br>Justin turned to see the dwarf and a couple of others finally come up rom the basement and start for the double doors. "It doesn't feel like a castle to me." he said as he strolled over, "Perhaps a manor house on a street or even a small inn, but castles usually don't have large sewer systems under them... bad or keeping the rift-raft out."<br><br>He leaned forward and put his eye to the space in the door, "All of that kicking has probably drawn attention to what might of been a quiet search, but such is life, I suppose."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Making a perception check to see if anything can be gleemed from their current location: 14... he sees the grain of the wood....<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 22:05:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/07/4f/074f10da318ee42e792803a7ab551ea5.jpg?92950)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mirana Carnaldusk</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Shadow Sylph Sniper (2 fighter(archer)/3 Rogue (sniper))</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092849)<br>HP:57 (Current: 57)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+6 <strong>Ref</strong>:+7 <strong>Will</strong>:+4<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +5, CMD: 19, Move: 35 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: MW Earthbreaker +8 (1d10+3 x3)<br>Dagger +7 (1d3+2 19-20/x2)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 composite Longbow +8 (1d6+2+1+4 x3 115ft 20 blunt arrows/20 Alchemical silver arrows/20 cold iron arrows)<br>Dagger (thrown) +7 (1d3+2+4 19-20/x2 10ft 1 dagger) <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>: +1 to perception, +8 to stealth, +2 to non-magical ranged AC,<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Taking the time to nod a bit before resuming her searching through the room looking for something that would be of use. anything really just something that would help pass the time bring some worth to this whole endeavor. Hearing the pages and the notes that were found probably from the safe that she had opened she turned towards the dwarf with a grin that could make a lion run for safety. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Notes you say? We will have to follow said notes and see if we cant find and <em>thank</em> whoever did this. I'm thinking maybe helping them with their legs and the need for a lack of unbroken bones. Maybe after we can show them just what it feels like to be poked and prodded."</span> She chuckled a bit before putting the massive hammer back on her back and walking over to the dwarf to wait for the others. <br><br>So far there was four of the five companions from the labs there. The fifth hopefully was well on her way Mirana wanted to get out and get back to her Youta. The Kobold would be able to divine a location for them and then she would be able to exact her just rewards. She wanted to make sure he was all right as well the poor reptile had grown dependent on her since they courted. She hoped that he would be fine without her for now.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 09:21:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br><em>"Someone else want to be the first out?" said the dwarf woman.</em><br><br><strong>"Gladly !"</strong> replied priestess Joula who moved to exit the premises properly, hopefully the street outside would be recognizable, and if not then at least be a town or city that has a temple of Arshea, or a temple of one that is allied with such a deity.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"> To leave with the records and find the closest temple of Arshea.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 10:18:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong><br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Yeah, notes. Or sommat like that,"</strong> she says. The corner of her mouth crooks upwards as the small woman talks of breaking legs and such. <strong>"<em>Kor</em>, I used to have a terrier like you."</strong> She chuckles at her own joke, apparently meaning no harm by it. <strong>"Naw. Vengeance comes fast, it comes hard. Bad taste to draw it out. 'Sides, I know at least ten stories and four sagas where stoppin' to drag it out just let 'em get away to cause more problems. First rule is, hit 'em with an axe."</strong> She slaps the flat of her axe against the door with a hard <em>thunk</em>. <strong>"Second rule is, repeat the first rule until no longer needed, Yeah?"</strong> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Justin speaks, she glances back over her shoulder at him, keeping him in her green gaze, before very deliberately smacking her axe against the door a few more times. <strong>"Oh? Like tha' you mean? Yeah, it's a <em>little</em> noisy, innit?"</strong> Two more whacks, still watching him, before chuckling again. The axe is turned in her hand so that the blade is ready just in case. <strong>"Wal. Live an' learn I guess."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"After you, then,"</strong> she says to Joula, sweeping her empty hand towards the door. <strong>"By all means, lady priestess, lead us to your temple, and we'll enjoy the view along the way, huh?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 11:33:51</strong>
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				Justin DeWinter<br><br>"The Gods protect fools and idiots with suicidal tendencies." he said and stepped back, "I you want to walk into the displacer out there, by all means, go... ring the dinner bell and bring down a dozen or so city guards sure that we're thieves robbing the place, or best of all, perhaps fall through an unseen dementional door into one of the planes of hell before you see what's on the other side of the door... If you're really lucky, maybe it's just the closet and you'll feel silly."<br><br>He stepped back, not willing to fall into the same mess as the overly eager bunch. "I prefer to take care with my body, but far be it for me to let the impatient sling open doors into who knows what."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 20:38:10</strong>
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				The doors open to the scathing sunlight and the noise and stink of a large city. <br>The door opens onto a terrace, with stairs heading downward into a wide market with a variety of large, fancy buildings: temples, towers, villas, and the like, facing towards it... a market bustling with a multitude of merchants and beggars, though the crowds are keeping a wide berth from this building.<br><br>There seems to be some kind of confrontation going on. Several city guardsmen are wrangling with the fleeing goblin servants, and a handful of feral-looking individuals are standing at the base of the stairs. At the front of this group are two dark elves; first a female, with silver a hair almost down to the ground wearing a crown of thorns and antlers (and little else), and carrying a thick, black staff. The other is a male, crouched in an animalistic pose, and wearing only a burly, white wolf's pelt draped over his body, the head hiding his face and the forefeet pulled down over his arms, claws showing. <br><br>Nearest all of you on the stairs is the slimy, jaundiced man who has been your primary tormentor this past while, keeping his distance from this little party... and a few feet in front of him, the man in the black scarf, who is swapping threatening words with the wild folk down below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 23:29:59</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Justin DeWinter</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:56/56&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;20<br>TAB:+12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC(Touch:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14<br>Range:+8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC (flatfoot):&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;16<br>Panache Points: 8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Init: 5<br>Active Effects:<br></div></div><br>Justin sighed sotly and shook his head, "Why is it no one listens to the sane one?" he asked himself in a mutter. He took in the scene as he drew his rapier and adjusted his buckler. He had to decide who was the prime target here... Who to strike at irst. The drow female would almost certainly be a magic user, but the male was an unknown that he didn't need to get between. There was the two tormenters, but the big wig seemed to be in some kind o argument with the drows and roughens below. So, he waited to see what developed and to see who acted first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 03:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.onrpg.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Angel_Lightbinder.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Valtyra</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Aasimar Cross Blooded (Arcana/Dragon) Sorceress 5)</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1093823)<br>HP:35 (Current: 35)&nbsp; AC: 14, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 12<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+2 <strong>Ref</strong>:+3 <strong>Will</strong>:+6<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +2, BAB: +2 Move:&nbsp; ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Claw (1d6) 8/day (Full round Action: 2 claws)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: None <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>: none<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Spells</strong>: None active<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Potions</strong>: none active<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Debuffs</strong>: none </span></div></div><hr><br>VAltyra had been quietly following Gabriel,, whose left hadn had started to glow a bright white, as she prepared her magic missile, her eyes never once left the Jaundiced man and his little friend. She knew those two as enemies, and they would die if she had anything to say about it. <br><br>Valtyra said nothing, just prepared her magic missiles to target the two tormentors.<br><br><hr><br>OOC: IF anyone makes a Perception check to notice her not hiding this little action, she will attack next round.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 05:25:40</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br>When seeing the two tormentors Joula was caught between three actions, to yell the accusations at them and hope the city guard would act on their behalf, to gather help and run at them hoping to pin them down, or to prepare for battle. <br><br>The later won, and when her thoughts found her again, began to cast magic circle against evil, those that would stay closeby to her will have some advantages, and villans that did approach would be at a disadvantage, this is providing they dont flee. But better to be safe than sorry.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions and OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Roll Result: LuciferOs rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: initiative<br>Result: 6, <br>Total: 6<br><br>Action Casts: magic circle against evil<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>03-02-2015, 02:18:59</strong>
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				Dr. Slimyface is near enough to be accosted. Blackscarf is some 50 feet away. <br><br>You hear the drow woman crying out. "Your numerous perversions of the natural order are at an end, fiend!" The male gives a loud howl in accordance. <br><br>The man replies. "<strong>You fools have no idea who you are dealing with. You distort the concept of nature with your own philosophies... I seek only to study and know it. In many ways I respect it more than you.</strong>" <br><br>The drow seem rather outraged at his words.<br><br>The adversaries are unaware of your entrance upon the scene. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Right. You guys get a surprise round to perform a standard action. The yellow-eyed guy is close enough to jump if you wish.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 01:08:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/07/4f/074f10da318ee42e792803a7ab551ea5.jpg?92950)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mirana Carnaldusk</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Shadow Sylph Sniper (2 fighter(archer)/3 Rogue (sniper))</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092849)<br>HP:57 (Current: 57)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+6 <strong>Ref</strong>:+7 <strong>Will</strong>:+4<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +5, CMD: 19, Move: 35 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: MW Earthbreaker +8 (1d10+3 x3)<br>Dagger +7 (1d3+2 19-20/x2)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 composite Longbow +8 (1d6+2+1+4 x3 115ft 20 blunt arrows/20 Alchemical silver arrows/19 cold iron arrows)<br>Dagger (thrown) +7 (1d3+2+4 19-20/x2 10ft 1 dagger) <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>: +1 to perception, +8 to stealth, +2 to non-magical ranged AC,<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Grinning a bit as she took a few steps forward taking her bow from the quiver with one of her cold iron arrows and knocking it before letting loose. The arrow flew through the air cutting a deep gash into the mans hip. Clicking her tongue triumphantly she stared defiantly at the man. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Well good doctor I think I have a say in what happens to my body or not when someone studies my body. This is my answer today you die for thinking you could do such against my will."</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Only got it because of the friggen surprise round stupid dice roller gods</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary of actions: Moved 10 ft towards Dr. Slimyface, Drew/knocked bow while moving, Shot at him while he was flatfooted, Showed my displeasure for his experiments.<br><br>Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldusk rolled: 1d20, adding 8 to the total<br>Comment: Sneak attack shot with Longbow<br>Result: 2,<br>Total: 10<br><br>Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldusk rolled: 3d6, adding 7 to the total<br>Comment: Sneak damage shot with Longbow<br>Result: 1, 3, 3,<br>Total: 14</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 01:36:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.onrpg.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Angel_Lightbinder.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Valtyra</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Aasimar Cross Blooded (Arcana/Dragon) Sorceress 5)</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1093823)<br>HP:35 (Current: 35)&nbsp; AC: 14, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 12<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+2 <strong>Ref</strong>:+3 <strong>Will</strong>:+6<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +2, BAB: +2 Move:&nbsp; ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Claw (1d6) 8/day (Full round Action: 2 claws)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: None <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>: none<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Spells</strong>: None active<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Potions</strong>: none active<br>&nbsp;<strong>-Debuffs</strong>: none </span></div></div><hr><br>Valtyra growled. "No one touches me." Was all she said, as she let loose a scathing magic missle at the men, with more of her magic focusing on the jaundiced man.<br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 06:38:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong><br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I've got this,"</strong> she assures the others, wrapping both hands around the haft of her axe. In the sunlight, the mithril inlay glitters like diamonds almost, illuminating a scene of a king being enthroned on the broad head of the axe... and then she's moving. The leather and fur of her boots is surprisingly quiet against the stone... but she remedies that by letting out a bellow of her own as she reaches the stairs, and charges straight into the jaundiced-looking man.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Taavia Perkele is no one's play-thing, mage! <em>Thú sleikja af fáviti-goblenin!</em>"</strong> The haft of her axe held out like a brace, she simply slams her dense, muscular body into the frail-looking man like a boulder rolling down a hill, heedless of the missiles already in the air around her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">real simple here. Using a charge and bull rush. The plan is to knock his ass head over heels down the stairs. Taavia doesn't much care if she goes ass over head, either, she's kind of... <em>upset</em>. <br><br>She lacks Improved bull Rush, <em>but</em> since it's the surprise round, her target is flat-footed and doesn't get to make an attack of opprtunity. Huzzah!</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack: 1d20 + CMB (6) + 2 (charge)<br>12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=71651) - against a DC of his Combat Maneuver Defense (10 + BAB + Strength + Dex)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 14:51:23</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Justin DeWinter</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:56/56&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;20<br>TAB:+12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC(Touch:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14<br>Range:+8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;AC (flatfoot):&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;16<br>Panache Points: 8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Init: 5<br>Active Effects:<br></div></div><br>Justin rolled his eyes, "Unprofessional."<br><br>He didn't waste any further breath as he moved forward in what looked like a dance step toward Mr. Slimy. There was no point in tapping him on the shoulder first, or alerting the villain of his presence; the first two must of been more than loud enough to warn him that someone was behind him. Afterall, if your opponent didn't know that you were there, it hardly seemed like a worthy fight.<br><br>With a graceful move of his feet, he maneuvered to the opposite side of the dwarf and gave the villain a pointed remark with the point of his rapier.e his thrust.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Moving to the opposite side of Taaavi to get a Flanking position. Also employing Menacing Swordplay Deed.<br><br>Attack: 24 (Non crit)<br>Damage: 16<br>Intimidate Check: 15<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Menacing Swordplay</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 3rd level, while she has <br>at least 1 panache point, when a swashbuckler hits an <br>opponent with a light or one-handed piercing melee <br>weapon, she can choose to use Intimidate to demoralize <br>that opponent (Pathfinder RPG Core Rulebook 99) as a swift <br>action instead of a standard action. <br><br></div></div></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 04:46:56</strong>
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				You dogpile your tormentor with extreme prejudice.&nbsp; Between your various attacks, he dies quite handily. <br><br>Meanwhile, Valtyra's missiles redirect themselves from attacking a corpses, and slam into the man in the black scarf. He's obviously made of sterner stuff, as he grunts in pain, as they strike, but otherwise doesn't look too put-off. He glances behind his shoulder at all of you. <br><br>"<strong>Ah... I see our test subjects have escaped. How marvelous</strong>," he says in a dour tone.<br>He looks back at the drow, his face expression imperceptible behind the scarf and goggles. <br>While everyone begins to prepare for their next move, he barks a word of power and disappears in a flash of smoke and bright light. <br><br>"DAMMIT!" screams the drow woman, smashing her staff against the earth and falling to her knees.&nbsp; "We almost had him!" The male snarls in rage. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 11:45:58</strong>
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				Justin stepps back, wiping his blade clean on the dead man's shirt. "One down, one to go." he said in a cheery voice. He looks about for the man in the black mask, but sighed, "We'll get him too." he said and knelt to grab the deadman's legs, "Come on, lets get our crime out of the sight of the guards, there may be something of value on him as recompense for the pain and suffering he's caused."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 16:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/07/4f/074f10da318ee42e792803a7ab551ea5.jpg?92950)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mirana Carnaldusk</span></span></strong>, <em>Female Shadow Sylph Sniper (2 fighter(archer)/3 Rogue (sniper))</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092849)<br>HP:57 (Current: 57)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+6 <strong>Ref</strong>:+7 <strong>Will</strong>:+4<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +5, CMD: 19, Move: 35 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: MW Earthbreaker +8 (1d10+3 x3)<br>Dagger +7 (1d3+2 19-20/x2)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 composite Longbow +8 (1d6+2+1+4 x3 115ft 20 blunt arrows/20 Alchemical silver arrows/20 cold iron arrows)<br>Dagger (thrown) +7 (1d3+2+4 19-20/x2 10ft 1 dagger) <br>&nbsp;<strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>: +1 to perception, +8 to stealth, +2 to non-magical ranged AC,<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Scoffing slightly as she walked over leaning down to grab the man under the armpits after quite forcefully yanking out her arrow rending some flesh along the way and returning it to her Quiver after cleaning. Helping Justin take the man back inside she frowned a bit and decided that the floor by the tables would be a good place. Giving warning before letting the man go and beginning to search him thoroughly. Things of value were her first priority then she would move on to the things that would help her find out who that man was in black. They seemed pretty buddy buddy maybe it was him who kidnapped all of them Or maybe he knew who did.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirana Carnaldus rolled: 1d20, adding 12 to the total<br>Comment: Searching the body perception<br>Result: 15,<br>Total: 27</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 20:18:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><strong>Class:</strong> Skald<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong><br><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<br><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone&nbsp; and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taavia tumbled past the fallen old man, rolling to her feet, axe at the ready, ready to strike... nothing? She frowns, and sniffs the air as if that would be helpful. <strong>"Wait, is he dead? I din't think I hit 'im <em>that</em>... Oh..."</strong> she now notices the arrow and the pool of blood from Justin's stab. And the other man seems gone as well. her stance relaxes. A quick glance to Joula. <strong>"Don't suppose y' know how to make the dead speak?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The yelling Drow catch her attention then, and her eyes narrow. <strong>"Yeah, looked like y'really had 'em on the ropes, wi' all that talking and yelling. Bout to piss his pants he was."</strong> She sniffs and shoulders her axe, glancing to the side as Justin and Mirana hustle the corpse inside, before looking back to the elves. <strong>"Who ye be?"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> And going to go for both knowledge: History and Local checks. the First to know what sort of history drow have with dwarves, the second to know about drow in general. I dunno what your world is like, after all...<br><br>Roll Result: Taavia rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total<br>Comment: History<br>Result: 20, <br>Total: 29<br><br>Roll Result: Taavia rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br>Comment: Local<br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 12</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciferOs</strong> on <strong>10-02-2015, 05:25:22</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">Priestess Joula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221520.msg10886204#msg10886204)</div><br>"I do know of a spell called speak with the dead that enables us to ask two questions, but I don't have that memorised today, I will need to sleep for a while first so I can change the spells I have available, all clerics can do this.<br><br>What that needs is the corpse intact for the time I am resting, which is a horrible thought, and no I dont want to sleep near it. Perhaps we can take it to a temple and ask them to keep it preserved while we rest.<br><br>Luckily I also know of a spell that can force him to speak the truth. Casting the latter before the other could get us somewhere. One must be careful with the phrasing of the questions though, if you ask them if something is true or false, he could reply "yes", meaning one or the other option is true without stating which. They can easily be wasted if the questions are not wise. Thinking of the questions now would be sensible. And trying to be with this body without getting unwanted attention is another issue. <br><br>Perhaps we may have to stay in this house for a few hours. Either that or I may try and convince the gaurds to help us. I can be quite convincing. But we should make group decisions now, that man who teleported away is beyond my ability, perhaps beyond any one of us. We should stick together as best we can or at least follow a mutually agreed plan if we don't want to suffer the same fate we just escaped."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mantis Pathfinder [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2015, 14:49:09</strong>
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				"Do we really need to bother with this? What does it matter why he did what he did?"Justin asked, looking at the door. " We can find the other man the old fashioned way and I suspect that those drow may have some idea of where he may be going; they tracked him here."<br><br>jJustin thought asking the dead questions was a waste of time that they didn't have. "The local legal system may not appreciate finding us standing over a dead man."
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