The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread
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				Title: <strong>The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>13-01-2018, 04:53:04</strong>
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				Herein you will find the main thread for posting to the IC roleplay for The Chosen of Greyhawk.<br><br><hr><br>Headers for posts in this thread will use the following convention:<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]your character avatar[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] Your name.<br>[b]Class:[/b] What you do for a living<br>[b]Time:[/b] Month, day, year, hour<br>[b]Location: [/b]Where are you?<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who are you interacting with?<br>[b]Content Warning: [/b]No surprises for anyone, warn if there are any contents that could trigger someone<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br>So a post header will look like this:<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/30/666full-felicity-jones.jpg/399px-666full-felicity-jones.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall 17, 577 CY, 3pm<br><strong>Location: </strong>The Forbidden Temple, first embalming chamber<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Pansy, Melan<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 05:39:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Opening:</span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/4d9cbd27f2c6a8c213683a30b74fa889--fantasy-inspiration-writing-inspiration.jpg)</div><br>There's naught a roadside inn and tavern lacks for energy and character.<br><br>At the least, that's what it felt like in the Idle Boar, especially just before sunset.&nbsp; The evening's boars were sizzling on the spits, the sounds of a flute playing a jaunty tune floated through the haze in the common room, and there was the ever-present sussuruss of dozens of voices in conversation, all in a multitude of attitudes.<br><br>But it was crowded, moreso than anyone had ever remembered before.&nbsp; Ostler Goodcup was running ragged seeing to his customers, but with the rather short length of his gnome legs, it was no surprise.&nbsp; Two of the help were home ill after taste-testing Jaery Offhide's newest berry pie concoction, too.<br><br>An earlier party was already at table, having been there for the better part of ten minutes.&nbsp; The crowded common room was now almost standing room only, what with a traveling dwarf-and-halfling circus from Hardby filling up most of the other inns in Two Ford--their ringmistress had on an omen from a passing group of dwarven pilgrims heading for the Lortmils that they should not encamp in the countryside that night.&nbsp; <br><br>Those at the table made for an eclectic mix. A slight elven maiden dressed in shades of green, but still enwrapped in her cloak...with a tiny scaled and horned head that pokes out of said cloak on occasion.&nbsp; A blue-garbed half elf woman, obviously not shy in the least, exuding confidence and an aura of <em>come-take-me-on</em>.&nbsp; A serious-looking male elf, seemingly relaxed and fairly observant.&nbsp; An auburn-tressed half-elf, rustic but humble-looking and appealingly shy.&nbsp; And a halfling woman with an eye on everyone and everything, and a smile to match.<br><br>Entering at this time was the entourage from Greyhawk to Narwell, recently successful in their bargaining to bring that town into the fold of Greyhawk's protectorates.&nbsp; Just a half a day's ride to the great city, they would not have made the gates before nightfall.&nbsp; As it was, the Idle Boar was a well-known if rustic stopover on the river road, and the ambassador and the older members of the entourage were welcomed and seated at the last open table, some distance in the eastern wing of the common room.&nbsp; The youngest member of the entourage, Melan, and her new acquaintance Eferhild, were offered a spot at the aforementioned table.&nbsp; Those already seated were in no way nonplussed, and welcomed the new arrivals.&nbsp; A passing server left two more tankards on the table for the two young women, and quickly moved off again in her hopelessly busy night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 16:29:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Melan was slightly thankful for the large crowd, more used to emptier things where the presence of her order tended to draw quite a lot more attention than was always comfortable to receive. What didn't help the attempt though was her armor. Having just arrived and lacking the time or inclination to delay a bit of welcome respite, she entered the inn with her well-tended suit. Chain hung against her with the dull shades of iron covered by shining steel of her breastplate, greaves, and vambraces along with the blade at her side. The lightning bolt and fist of Heironeous is prominent across the plates, typically flanked by soaring purple falcons and only slightly dusty from the road. The weight of it is hardly noticed as she walked and was split from the ambassadorial group due to the rather obvious lack of seating, only a few polite words exchanged between.<br><br>The table she ended up at had at least one person she somewhat recognized, a tickle in the back of her mind from a dinner quite some time ago. <em>What was the name? Something... to do with metal and birds. Silverlark? Right, with the dragon familiar. That was unusual. Teria and Silverlark. What was her first name? Just go with it.</em> She didn't immediately sit at the table when she arrived, assessing the group and giving them a slight bow. "Pardon the intrusion of your table. My name is Melan Songsteel and this is Eferhild. A pleasure to see you again Lady Silverlark. I see Teria is as fierce as ever." She said with a slight smile.<br><br>Her hand is offered to each person at the table in turn, including Teria if the dragon was so inclined, to be met with either a very firm shake or a brush of lips against knuckles in the traditional courtly gesture and a larger winsome smile to any who allow it. Once formalities were finished, then she finally took her seat to partake of the house ale with relish. "What brings you all to the Idle Boar this day, if you'll pardon the inquiry?" Her red braid hung loose against her back as she moved although a few lose strands hung free having slipped their bonds during the days travel.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 20:25:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pansy Applebottom<br><strong>Class:</strong> Thief<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall 7, 577 CY | Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> N/A<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>The slight Halfling seemed to be fairly far along in her drink, and she savored a trencher of greasy meat and roasted root vegetables swimming in dark, peppery gravy as she kept a weather, but seemingly innocent, eye out on the others in the tavern.&nbsp; This was her favorite sort of room, warm and crowded, with the bodies pressed comfortably close to one another, the air filled with the sound of voices and the smell of hops.&nbsp; In an hour, these people would largely be made dull and sleepy by the atmosphere and their drinks; so relaxed and contented by good food and better company that they wouldn't recognize a hustle if it were naked and sitting in their laps.<br><br>Smiling at her seeming brilliant fortune, Pansy turned as the two new women joined their table and she shifted on her knees...kneeling in her chair out of necessity.&nbsp; Tipping a jaunty salute, she beamed at the newcomers.&nbsp; "Evenin'!&nbsp; Wonderful night, don'tcha say?"&nbsp; She speared a hunk of tender meat and a bit of potato on her wooden fork and lifted it into the air to gesture around, bits of gravy flicking off to fall to the table and straw-strewn floor.<br><br>"Do you even have to ask?&nbsp; Good food, plenty of ale to drink and lots of fine folks to spend quality time with!&nbsp; What more could a body want for?"&nbsp; She flashed that charming smile again, her blue-grey eyes twinkling with merriment, and then popped the bite of food into her mouth, chewing with gusto.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 20:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Enastril had been regaling those at the table with him of a story about a woodsman and a nymph from the Highfolk area, and what transpired in a rather humorous way when the newcomers arrived at the table. The story was a rather ribald one, with no subtle words spoken, and ended up causing quite a few laughs. He had enjoyed a few drinks and the company was wonderful. He was enjoying himself immensely and the atmosphere of the common room was perfect. When Melan introduced herself and Eferhild, he stood and bowed politely, and gave a firm handshake. 'Welcome, pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Kirien you know obviously, I'd like to introduce Yesqwyn, Brennisen, and Pansy, and I am Enastril Rixxle. Please, sit and join us' he said, making room for her and her companion at the table.<br><br>He sat back down and made himself comfortable again. The company at the table had been fantastic, and the evening was still young. There was plenty of room and time for more merriment and for making new friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 22:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Enastril, Melan, Pansy, Yesqwyn, Eferhilde, Teria.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Brennisen sat back in her chair, relaxing as she watched the hustle and bustle all around her.&nbsp; Often, crowded places such as the common room at the Idle Boar made her uncomfortable.&nbsp; She was more used to spending time alone, with naught but the peace of the natural world surrounding her.&nbsp; But the Idle Boar was an exception only because of the number of times she'd been there before with Kirien and Teria.&nbsp; That, plus the chance to indulge in her only other vice than the cinnamon bark sticks that the mage often supplied - hard cider - took the edge off nicely.<br><br>Not to say that the half-elf drank it to excess.&nbsp; She was careful to always keep her wits about her, especially in a place unfamiliar to her.&nbsp; But tonight was a little special.&nbsp; It had been a good day.&nbsp; She'd found out something that had lightened her mood and made her happy.&nbsp; So even her normally reserved demeanor was lifted a bit.<br><br>The reason for her good cheer sat to either side of her.&nbsp; To her left was the short brunette high elf mage, her best friend, and now, potentially something more?&nbsp; Kirien's words from that morning had her wondering all day what the evening would bring, and now evening was here.&nbsp; It could be good, or maybe not, but she was leaning towards thinking it was good, especially after what she'd learned on the road to their destination.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed that she'd misunderstood Enastril's talk of an arranged marriage.&nbsp; He'd made it clear that not only was he not interested in getting married to anyone just yet, but Kirien was never the intended bride in the first place as Brennisen had thought.&nbsp; Her own sense of humor, self deprecating as it was, gave her the ability to grin at her own silly misunderstanding.&nbsp; After all, perhaps some good came out of the misconception.&nbsp; It had been the mistaken belief that somehow he would be taking her friend away from her that had prompted her to impulsively kiss Kirien.&nbsp; Before that impetus, she hadn't even realized she'd felt that way about her friend.&nbsp; Now they both knew.<br><br>The other reason for her good mood was sitting to the other side of her.&nbsp; She dodged as the halfling, Pansy Applebottom, wildly gestured with a piece of gravy dripping meat.&nbsp; Despite nearly getting spattered in gravy, the half-elf couldn't be angry.&nbsp; She'd always liked the way the halfling folk enjoyed the simpler pleasures, and Pansy's statement of welcome to the two newcomers summed up the attitude perfectly.&nbsp; Brennisen hadn't know Pansy for long, but she did recall meeting her in the past on an occasion or two while visiting the Idle Boar with Kirien previously.<br><br>Having met her before, Brennisen was rather glad she didn't carry much in the way of coin along with her. Not that she didn't trust the little woman, it was just that she'd seen how handily the small one had a way of coming into extra coin of her own.&nbsp; She suspected it wasn't always money that the halfling had arrived with.&nbsp; But who could be angry when the woman spent that coin on the comforts to be had, and often as not, shared such things with her companions.&nbsp; After all, she wasn't the sort to want to party all alone.<br><br>Brennisen had even warmed up to her other two traveling companions: Enastril and Yesqwyn.&nbsp; The other half-elf she already liked well enough, but she'd especially warmed up to Enastril after finding out he was no threat to the friendship she had with Kirien, and indeed, seemed to want to cultivate a friendship with her as well.&nbsp; Even now she'd just enjoyed his suggestive story about the woodsman and the nymph, and laughed as heartily as those around her when he'd finished.&nbsp; He wasn't the sort of high elf to make fun of her breeding, and she liked him for it.&nbsp; Plus he was so pretty to look at. Almost as pretty as Kirien, in her eyes.<br><br>The gleam of good humor and hard cider shone in her eyes as she sat back in her chair, content to let the others converse around her without feeling the need to contribute her own thoughts into the mix.&nbsp; One found out more from listening than from talking, her old master used to tell her.&nbsp; That's why a person was gifted with two ears and only one mouth, he'd say.&nbsp; It amused her sometimes how often most people seemed to get the ratio mixed up.<br><br>Taking another draught of her cider, she looked over the rim of her tankard at one of the two newcomers.&nbsp; The red haired warrior dressed in armor looked vaguely familiar to her, and she was puzzling over in her mind just where she might have seen her before.&nbsp; She decided to listen and consider the matter more before saying anything, though her eyes often returned to the human woman, searching for other signs of familiarity that might jog her memory.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 23:46:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The Idle Boar was busier than she'd ever seen it, and that was bound to happen at times, but it wasn't a bad thing.&nbsp; She'd gotten comfortable with the friends she'd ridden there with, and greeted Pansy when she'd arrived as well.&nbsp; Kirien was happy.&nbsp; Happy, and yet...<br><br>Teria seemed observant, too...of her mistress' attitude.&nbsp; Being a priestess was often filled with waiting--attentive to more senior clergy, or waiting on communications from your deity.&nbsp; Not open, spoken words, but...signs.&nbsp; Omens, even.&nbsp; These were not a common occurrence, but they were gifted to her on occasion.&nbsp; They left her with a feeling of awe and a sense of foreboding.<br><br>Like she felt now.<br><br>She greeted Melan and Eferhild when they entered, politely rising.&nbsp; The paladin she knew of, from an encounter in Greyhawk.&nbsp; She was well-spoken and humble.&nbsp; The other she did not know, but was respectful to.&nbsp; And while she was by no means a shy person--much the opposite--she was still mostly a private person, much given to keeping her own company when not attending her duties, reading and researching and curled up with her beloved Teria.&nbsp; She felt a tug at the back of her mind as one of her hands slipped from caressing Teria's wings, and slid down to the interior pocket of her cloak.&nbsp; There within it was the unusual piece of metal.<br><br>Enastril had shown her one that was much similar, and they had, like is common with mages of the elven race, made thoughtful and interested commentary on what they believed they were and where they might have come from.&nbsp; It was quite curious to have had such a coincidence.&nbsp; It was curious enough to make a tale of it to her other friends, in fact.&nbsp; After all, she'd only told Enastril where hers had come from.&nbsp; She withdrew the piece from her pocket, rolling it in her palm, then taking it between a thumb and slender forefinger.<br><br>"Here's a strange tale I have to tell, my friends and acquaintances."<br><br>She held the piece up somewhat, showing it's pale, silvery sheen, without a score or scratch upon it, and lacking any sort of tarnish.&nbsp; Upon one side--the flattest--the metal was a deep red, with an inverted 'V' upon it.<br><br>"This was given to me, by a stranger to Beratana; a fellow elf, and a warrior, from Celene.&nbsp; He'd stumbled into the village, gravely wounded, missing his blade and any other gear, and was brought to my cottage for aid.&nbsp; I found his wounds worse than they had first appeared, but when I asked him how he came about them, he would not listen to my words.&nbsp; No, all he would do was press this metal into my hand, and insist I keep it hidden well."<br><br>She placed it softly upon the table, where it sat, crimson-side up.<br><br>"Alas...his wounds were too serious for my simple magics, and he passed on to Arvandor within the hour.&nbsp; I gathered no more information about this piece of metal he gave to me...not until Enastril arrived during Brewfest."<br><br>She looked up at her friend from Highfolk.&nbsp; "He arrived for an extended visit, with much to discuss of personal matters.&nbsp; But while he was there, I showed this to him, and he did something most amazing...he produced another piece of metal, too similar to the first to be coincidental.&nbsp; He told me he received it from his arcane master, through his sister...in Highfolk, a good many leagues distant to the north, across the Velverdyva River and the entirety of Furyondy."&nbsp; Eyes on the metal, she paused, then sighed.<br><br>"I suppose that is where the mystery comes to an end, however.&nbsp; I do not find it likely to ever discover the source of these pieces, or understand their purpose.&nbsp; Perhaps some day I may approach a smith in Greyhawk, or even visit the Mage's Guild and inquire of it.&nbsp; They are a curiosity, but likely nothing more than a leftover of some armorer or jeweler.&nbsp; I know nothing of goldsmithy or the artistry of such.&nbsp; Perhaps they are simply the castoffs of such a crafter?"<br><br>She shrugged, but even if she appeared to show indifference, her body language betrayed her by leaning forward.&nbsp; No, even without understanding what they were, she felt there was something more to them than her bare hypothesis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 17:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>"Thank you for the welcome, pleased to meet you." Melan said, her grip firm and steady although she only returned the bow to Enastril with a slight incline of her head. It didn't seem Pansy was interested in formal gestures to her or even breaking for a greeting shake of the hand although it was understandable with the skewer of the fork and the jaunty salute; The smile certainly was more than enough to keep any offense from even slipping into the minds of anyone but the most stone-hearted.<br><br>"A pleasure Lady Pansy. It is quite the night and true. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend an evening. What food would you recommend for a hungry traveler fresh off the road needing to cleanse the taste of rations out of her mouth?" Indeed it was hard to pull her eyes away from the disappearing meat and she could practically feel her belly rumbling at the sight of the peppered meat. Properly prepared jerky and other dried foods were certainly fine for travel and even tasty prepared well but nothing could match a fresh warm meal.<br><br>The greeting from Kirien was... decidedly lukewarm at best and she could practically feel Brennisen's silent gaze and apparent disinterest in her own greeting. <em>Not the friendliest group all around but not unwelcoming. Silverlark, Kirien rather, seems to prefer everything cool and professional outside of her social circle from the looks of it. Teria is either asleep somehow or not interested in socializing as well. Maybe picking up on her Mistress' mood? I'll have to make a note of that to avoid making her uncomfortable. I'm not sure why her friend seems so quiet though. I must have interrupted something. It is rather awkward to have strangers invading what could be a private gathering after all.</em> "If you'll permit, allow me to pay for a round for the table. It's the least I can do."<br><br>As things settled down and Kirien started her tale, her own bit of metal weight heavily in her pouch; Her good luck charm from the mines. The bit of metal the elven spellcaster had lain on the table even had the same red marking on it. "I'm unsure if they would be a castoff, Lady Silverlark, seeing as I have one here that I acquired in a rather unlikely place." Melan spoke up, pulling the odd hunk out and holding it out in one hand for view. Her own piece even had the same 'V' inverted on the surface. "I acquired mine as a child from a vein of ore. If it was placed there it would have taken time, effort, and been quite deliberate. It's quite resilient though. No pick, hammer, or hoof I've seen can even make a mark on the surface. If you were to keep it hidden why bring it up now and here of all places?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 03:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/c5/b4/c6c5b4eee346609921118cc2988575b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eferhild<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> No Triggering <br><hr><br>Walking in she was clearly a fighting woman she was fit, she was armed with a large sword and it peace bonded and she had <em>The Look</em> as in she killed before and would kill again as she strolled in and looked around.<br><br>Once she joins the table she puts her sword out onto the table and takes off her coat for comfort her chainmail armor on yet. "I'll drink if you allow me the honor of a libation to be to my deity and yours and I insist we share a loaf of bread. <br><br>"I'll get some stew these places tend to make fine stews, a large round loaf of bread and a sliced apple and a piece of cheese. Thank you lass.," Eferhild says admiring the figure of the woman as she ordered and looked her over.<br><br>When she gets her drink she spills a bit on the ground saying ,"To the gods and goddesses of good and light, of craft trade and all arts and of nature we honor you." Smiling she then drinks and waits for her food guessing the coin needed with something extra for the serving woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 04:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>The young ranger nodded in acknowledgment of the offer from the knight to buy the table a round.&nbsp; She lifted her tankard in salute, offering a quiet, "Well met, Lady Knight.&nbsp; I have the strange feeling we've met before somewhere.&nbsp; But I cannot place you in my memory."&nbsp; She shrugged, not knowing what else to say, and fell silent once more.<br><br>That is until Kirien began to relate her tale.&nbsp; Brennisen's interest was piqued by Kirien's story, and she leaned forward to get a better view of the small piece of metal when the mage laid it on the table.&nbsp; She listened as her friend spoke of Enastril having a similar piece, then the lady knight produced another piece so similar that it appeared to come from the same whole.&nbsp; Upon seeing it, the ranger gave a little gasp of surprise.&nbsp; The astonishment at seeing something that so closely resembled the small shiny piece of metal she'd found in the stream just the day before completely displaced her pondering of where she'd seen the armored lady before.<br><br>In an uncharacteristically extroverted move, she reached into her belt pouch and fished out the small metal piece that she'd found, stretched out a hand, and deposited it on the table's surface next to the one Kirien had placed there.&nbsp; As if realizing that her action had drawn the attention of the others at the table, she began to slip back into her shell a bit.&nbsp; It showed in the way her voice was quiet when she explained, "I found it in the stream near my camp, just outside Beratana. I brought it in to show it to you, Kirien, yesterday morning, when I..." She blushed, but then continued on. "I meant to show it to you and ask you about it, but then I...got distracted.&nbsp; Anyway, if you don't know what yours is, you probably don't know what mine is."<br><br>She lapsed into a moment of silence, but seemed to go on musing to herself after a brief pause. "I thought it merely a curious bauble, but seeing that there are more of them makes the intrigue grow in my mind.&nbsp; I wonder what they could be."&nbsp; Then, as if she'd spent her allocation of words for the evening, she lapsed back into quiet observation, returning to nondescript anonymity and her mug of cider, content to let others take up the mantle of discussing the mysterious objects while she listened.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 19:07:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>'If I believe in coincidences' he said, looking to Brennisen with a wink 'then I would say that so many pieces of the same item arriving in such a place as this, at this time, would certainly fit the bill as a coincidence. However, I'm not a firm believe in such things happening by luck or chance. I'd daresay, that these items have appeared here, together, at this time, for a reason. Why? That I do not know, but it seemed odd to me that my sister would pass on such a thing from my revered teacher just as I was about to leave Highfolk, chasing me down in the process to ensure that I received this from her. I wondered about that, surely Master Theressial with all of his years of magecraft and study, would be able to discern the properties of such a piece of metal, but the fact that he insisted that I take it on my journey, and figure out what is so special about it, makes sense now. So, it seems to me that something larger is afoot' he said, sitting back in his chair and taking a long pull on his drink.<br><br>'At least, that is what I think anyway. I find it truly remarkable that these pieces have arrived here at the same time'. He thought for a moment longer.<br><br>'It also seems that there aren't any really strange tales of their findings yet, from those who have spoke. Instead, they seem to be simple tales of finding or being asked to take the item, instead of some amazing reason they have arrived in the possession of those who have them.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 12:20:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7e43dfdf81e728ed92d79d992ed98ff5/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o5_r2_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taavia Boulderfrost<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room of the Idle Boar inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pansy, Kirien, Melan, all with ears.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though she was not counted among their number, Taavia entered along with the traders. <strong>"Hooah, it's a chilly one out there, it is!"</strong> she announced to whoever happened to be nearby as she pulled the oiled felt cloak off of her shoulders and stuffed it amid the others like it near the door. It wasn't raining, but you could never be too certain this time of season! She rolled her shoulders and cricked her neck, casting her eyes about the room. A half-grin cocked on her lips and she shoved her way rudely past a few people on her way to a table, and a familiar, if small head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Looking for a purse to get yer fingers into?"</strong> She rumbled playfully once she was near Pansy, her tone making it pretty clear she wasn't talking thievery. <strong>"Plenty of likely-looking sorts about, you ask me."</strong> She probably didn't catch the alert little hobbit by surprise, especially since Taavia left a wake of unsettled and jostled people behind her. She kicked a chair out and half-sat, half-clambered into it, snarling softly under her breath about humans and their long shanks. Off came her knitted cap, into which she stuffed her fur-lined gloves, then tucked the whole into a loop of her belt. Catching sight of Kerien, she gave the elven lass a pleasant nod... then her attention when the priestess began to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She reached out, taking the shard of metal in hand, feeling its heft and weight, thumbing the rough edges of it thoughtfully.<strong> "Nice place here, but the lighting's always been garbage,"</strong> she groused, bringing the metal close to her face for a better look. And a sniff, And yes, she even dabs it with the tip of her pink tongue, smacking her lips thoughtfully. "<strong>Well, lass I can tell you right off, it ain't gold nor platinum,"</strong> she peaks in a low voice, just to carry around the table, just in case. She tapped the metal fragment against her teeth in one final test, before replacing it on the table with a little shrug.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm thinking... she's a dwarf, she's worked precious metals, might she know something-or-other about this metal doohickey?</div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the knight produced a <em>third</em> piece... <strong>"Well, could be some blacksmith is leading you lot on a hunt for jigsaw puzzle pieces,"</strong> she chuckled. Taking the knight up on the offer of drinks, she reached for hers, downing a good swallow. Nice and tidy, no sloshing or spillage - that's alcohol abuse where she comes from! <strong>"Though unless he's left about a hunnerd of 'em around the countryside, it sure isn't happenstance that they all come to this table." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 17:29:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pansy Applebottom<br><strong>Class:</strong> Thief<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall 7, 577 CY | Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> N/A<br><hr>She grinned at the familiar path of ruffled peasants that signaled Taavia's approach, similar to the disturbed blades that was the only sign of the passage of a rabbit through tall grass.&nbsp; Though the dwarf was far louder and more destructive than the average hare.&nbsp; Chasing another bite of her dinner with a hefty swig from her cup, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and gave a discrete - almost ladylike - belch before answering the blonde woman.<br><br>"Oh, aye.&nbsp; I suspect my fingers will be busy about their favorite task before the night is out."<br><br>Eyes alight, she grinned broadly, then turned back to the table of long shanks, leaning up a bit more in her chair to peer at the queer bits of metal.&nbsp; She was curious, but as they weren't gold - nor platinum, according to the expert - she could only dimly hope that they might, somehow, lead to some larger treasure.&nbsp; Or adventure.&nbsp; The pragmatic pit at the core of her acknowledged the fact that while she largely believed she operated by the purse, she truly craved the excitement, danger and intrigue of it all.&nbsp; That knowing seed was willing to let the on-top mind feign avarice as king, but with the same sort of affectionate amusement that a mother feels as she listens to her child insist upon the truth of some tall tale.<br><br>"Jigsaw.&nbsp; Do they fit together?&nbsp; Maybe they're bits of some larger thing."&nbsp; She reached out to touch one herself, only lightly, as if aware that those at the table who knew her might be tensing up and anticipating some bit of light-fingered trickery.&nbsp; As a result, her fingers merely grazed the bit of metal in the middle of the table, seemingly reverently, though she felt no such stirrings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 20:01:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/c5/b4/c6c5b4eee346609921118cc2988575b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eferhild<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> No Triggering <br><hr><br>Eferhild reached into her clothes tossing out a piece of metal she got from a poor Bonepicker someone living on scavenged old clothing and goods she said it would bring her fame and wealth it seemed a boast, but for a copper coin it seemed worth it the metal might have been good worked into some pendant bauble she was thinking a little broadsword on a chain. "I got this from a Bonepicker woman for a copper, not sure what is going on, save I thought it could have been pretty pounded out and shaped into a little broadsword pendant or other bauble when I could find a suitably trained smith. I was told it would lead me to fame and wealth but am not sure about that save it seems odd it looks like the others and I have one maybe the gods are at work for some purpose?," Eferhild said as she waited for her food.<br><br>"I was thinking it might be a good thing to seek a wise old dwarf or elf versed in metal lore and crafting to identify the metal, its not steel or any metal I know of but I admit my knowledge is limited to weapon quality and workmanship not other kinds of metals it could be something very rare. I heard of rocks falling from the heavens made of metals unknown to most could this be star metal of some kind, given by the gods and goddesses above or a fallen star turned to metal by its fires?," she was at a loss but well stars do fall she saw one and it struck into the ocean her company saw it as a sign of good luck in the battle to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 05:09:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><em>"I'm unsure if they would be a castoff, Lady Silverlark, seeing as I have one here that I acquired in a rather unlikely place." Melan spoke up, pulling the odd hunk out and holding it out in one hand for view. Her own piece even had the same 'V' inverted on the surface. "I acquired mine as a child from a vein of ore. If it was placed there it would have taken time, effort, and been quite deliberate. It's quite resilient though. No pick, hammer, or hoof I've seen can even make a mark on the surface. If you were to keep it hidden why bring it up now and here of all places?"</em><br><br>Kirien's eyebrows raised at the mention of another mysterious piece, even with it's own red and inverted 'V'...two was coincidence, but three?&nbsp; She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rising...<br><br>"I've been feeling, Lady Melan...as if the very eyes of Ehlonna herself have been upon me...since Enastril showed me his piece.&nbsp; Now...I feel almost certain of it.&nbsp; Ever since I came into possession of mine, I have been on edge."<br><br><em>In an uncharacteristically extroverted move, she reached into her belt pouch and fished out the small metal piece that she'd found, stretched out a hand, and deposited it on the table's surface next to the one Kirien had placed there.&nbsp; As if realizing that her action had drawn the attention of the others at the table, she began to slip back into her shell a bit.&nbsp; It showed in the way her voice was quiet when she explained, "I found it in the stream near my camp, just outside Beratana. I brought it in to show it to you, Kirien, yesterday morning, when I..." She blushed, but then continued on. "I meant to show it to you and ask you about it, but then I...got distracted.&nbsp; Anyway, if you don't know what yours is, you probably don't know what mine is."</em><br><br>Now Kirien's breath came in a sudden intake, almost a gasp.&nbsp; <em>Four?</em>&nbsp; And yet, she felt the emotion in Brennisen's words and reminiscence of the day before.&nbsp; "No, I...I do not know what they are...apart from feeling a growing sense of...foreboding."<br><br><em>"Well, could be some blacksmith is leading you lot on a hunt for jigsaw puzzle pieces," she chuckled. Taking the knight up on the offer of drinks, she reached for hers, downing a good swallow. Nice and tidy, no sloshing or spillage - that's alcohol abuse where she comes from! "Though unless he's left about a hunnerd of 'em around the countryside, it sure isn't happenstance that they all come to this table." </em><br><br>Kirien looked at Taavia, smiling faintly.&nbsp; "No, not happenstance...and perhaps something far more serious."&nbsp; She paused a moment.&nbsp; "Forgive me...being a devotee of a goddess tends to make one more apt to see omens in occurrences."<br><br><em>"Jigsaw.&nbsp; Do they fit together?&nbsp; Maybe they're bits of some larger thing."</em><br><br>The elven Spellmaiden nodded softly at Pansy's words, gazing at the three on the table.&nbsp; <em>They did have irregular shapes...perhaps if...</em><br><br><em>"I was thinking it might be a good thing to seek a wise old dwarf or elf versed in metal lore and crafting to identify the metal, its not steel or any metal I know of but I admit my knowledge is limited to weapon quality and workmanship not other kinds of metals it could be something very rare. I heard of rocks falling from the heavens made of metals unknown to most could this be star metal of some kind, given by the gods and goddesses above or a fallen star turned to metal by its fires?</em><br><br>"It would not surprise me if it was, good warrior."&nbsp; If anything, Eferhild's words drove her curiosity on further.&nbsp; She reached for her piece, and Melan's, one in each hand.&nbsp; Her eyes followed the curves of each shape, and something clicked in her mind.&nbsp; She rotated hers, and twisted Melan's, and then brought them close, and pressed them together.<br><br>Without sound or heat or any other sign, the two fit together perfectly...and where they had touched, there was now no sign of a line or space...not even a hair's breadth.&nbsp; They were as one whole.<br><br>Wide eyes rose to gaze at the others on the table.&nbsp; "If...if these two fit so...what of the others?"&nbsp; She looked around, feeling now a deep yawning emptiness in her belly, despite the food she had already eaten.&nbsp; "Enastril--would you lend me yours?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 15:44:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br><em>"Forgive me...being a devotee of a goddess tends to make one more apt to see omens in occurrences."</em> Those words certainly made what they were witnessing stand out in Enastril's mind. He had been convinced it wasn't a coincidence, and voiced as much, and it seemed that Kirien was of the same mind, although she was likely apt to see things a bit different as far as portents and omens went. <br><br>'Of course' he said, and he reached into his pouch and pulled the curious bit of metal out, and handed it to her. He was expecting it to cleave to the others, like the prior ones had.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 16:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Enastril, Melan, Pansy, Yesqwyn, Eferhilde, Teria.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><hr><br>The shy young ranger blushed pink as the attractive high elf male winked at her as if sharing some secret between the two of them.&nbsp; Her mind began to turn to an idle fantasy of the pretty elven man offering to let her share his room at the inn, and the thought of it made the corners of her lips turn up in the barest hint of a smile.&nbsp; Then she thought instead of Kirien inviting him to share a room with both her and her young ranger friend, and Brennisen’s smile got even bigger, and her blush got even pinker.<br><br>But her attention was soon drawn back to the table and the discussion of the strange bits of metal as the group was joined by a dwarven lass who appeared to know Pansy already.&nbsp; Being raised among humans, Brennisen had no particular feelings about the dwarven race one way or another, and to her, a companion was a companion, and potentially a friend, so long as she could overcome her reserved nature.&nbsp; She listened as the dwarf woman had her say, adding what knowledge she could to the conversation.<br><br>The mystery seemed to grow even more as the human warrior who had come in with the Lady knight spoke of how she, too, had acquired a piece.&nbsp; With those of the two high elves, herself, and the one held by the knight, it made for five of the small metallic bits in total.&nbsp; She was intrigued when the little halfling suggested they might fit together somehow, and when Kirien put hers together with that of the knight, even Brennisen let out a quiet gasp of excitement at the way they fit together.<br><br>She watched as Enastril retrieved his piece and offered it to Kirien. Brennisen was eager to see if it fit with the others.&nbsp; In her excitement over the turn the mysterious subject had taken, she blurted out, “Try to fit it with mine, Enastril, then see if they all fit as one.”<br><br>Realizing that in her enthusiasm to get his attention, she’d laid her hand on his forearm, and feeling the well developed muscle there from his experience as a warrior, she blushed again as he glanced her way.&nbsp; The smile she gave him came across her lips seemingly unbidden, and she lowered her gaze a moment later, her shy nature reasserting itself once again.&nbsp; She glanced in Kirien’s direction, meeting the high elf’s gaze briefly before the ranger seemed to get very busy retrieving a cinnamon stick to idly chew on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 17:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Taavia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>A recommendation for food certainly didn't seem forthcoming, as Pansy's attention was apparently completely diverted by the arrival of an apparent dwarven companion. <em>A rowdy bunch it appears.</em> Tilting her glass towards Taavia in greeting, Melan blinked a few times in confusion at the comments about some sort of... purse pick pocketing endeavor with a rather unusual tone in her voice. Focusing on the area, she hummed slightly as her senses opened up and showed little in the way of true darkness. <em>Perhaps some sort of joke. I don't know why someone would joke about that though. Maybe a halfling or dwarven cultural thing.</em> She pondered, listening in to the others and returning her attention to Kirien when the talk had turned towards the metallic pieces.<br><br>"If the eyes of Ehlonna are upon you then it is certainly a good omen, Lady Silverlark. A blessing or a trial may await but those who remain steadfast under the gods attentions need not fear. No matter the strangeness of the world the heavens remain solidly at the sides of those who act in their name."<br><br>The idea of starmetal certainly was interesting. Her hand gripped her mug tighter with anticipation of something even greater. Her mug is tilted back to take a nice pull from her ale, refreshing in the night again. What was unexpected though was the good luck charm fitting so closely together to the other one Silverlark had, the perfect match anything but co-incidence to her mind. "Well, it seems we are connected by the gods for the day. Good luck charm indeed. Let us try them all and see what comes of this."<br><br>An eager excitement lingered in her smile, eyes focused on the metal and looking towards the other pieces shown to see just what would happen. A most auspicious occasion indeed, one that needed maybe another sip of the local brew. The malty sweet flavor lingered on her tongue, likely some well handled barely from what she could tell. It certainly is a refreshing change of pace from the wine she'd often had to partake of when at a more formal occasion, being seen as more desirable in high society. The kick the stuff had and ease of drinking the fermented grapes made it far more difficult to enjoy and keep a steady head though, something you could do with a fine normal ale. <em>Although I think what the dwarves that visited through there called ale would be better called spirits by the kick that stuff had.</em><br><br><em>It's not like what they would make back home either. Ah, I remember back when you couldn't get anything that didn't have a little bit of rock dust in there somewhere.</em> She mused while she traced her thumb on the edge of her mug. <em>'Gives it a bit of flavor and a taste for finding the good ore' they always said. I never learned the trick and I'll stick with this any day.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 23:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pansy Applebottom<br><strong>Class:</strong> Thief<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall 7, 577 CY | Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> N/A<br><hr>"Wait...those look..."&nbsp; She peers at the bits of metal as more and more come out and then she jumps up to stand on her chair with a dumbstruck expression.&nbsp; "Annemarie's garters!&nbsp; I've seen this before!"<br><br>She starts rummaging in her pockets and pouches, fingers slipping into places that one would never expect to find anything, feeling along hidden folds in her clothing and curling into unseen slits in the fabric.&nbsp; As she pokes and prods her many private places, a faint grin flicks across her lips and she tosses a knowing glance at Taavia, until she gives another small hop.&nbsp; "Found 'em!"<br><br>She holds forth one dexterous hand and unfurls her nimble fingers to reveal two bits of the same odd metal, one roughly the size and shape of a gaming die and the other more jaggedy.&nbsp; She shoots a look at Taavia, lips dipping into a sheepish sort of smile, her eyes glimmering with mingled amusement and chagrin.<br><br>"I just borrowed it, I swear, but then I forgot about it, probably because it wasn't worth anything, and I've just been carrying it around since then.&nbsp; I meant to give it back, I promise!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 00:03:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>He couldn't help but look at Brennisen when she touched his arm. She blushed a bit, he swore he saw it and he smiled. 'I'd be glad to' he said, and he gently took Brennisen's hand and placed his piece in her hand and moved her hand to touch it to hers. When the touched, he gasped. 'I guess we are on to something' and he grinned at her. 'Good call Brennisen' he said to her, winking again. 'Let's give the connected pieces to Kirien, and see if they all come together as we suspect they will' he said, and his hand lingered on hers a bit before he let go, the rush causing him to blush a little as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 01:15:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/SexySorceress1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yesqwyn Haht (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281310.msg13835622#msg13835622)<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ceric/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall 7, 577 CY, Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>Being a bit of a hussy<br><br><hr><br>For the past several minutes Yesqwyn had been at the bar flirting with some rugged mercenaries. After so much time surrounded by pretty elves of both genders she had decided she was in the mood for something a bit more rough. Showing them her tattoo got her a couple of shots. Letting one find out for himself what she had between her legs got her a whole bottle. As ready as the mercs were for a tumble, Yesqwyn decided the best dishes are allowed to simmer. It wasn't even dark yet and she had just gotten a bottle of wine. So she left them with a few whispered promises and went back to join her friends. The smug look on her face turn to one of curiosity as she saw what they were doing.<br><br>"Where did you all get those? I got one like them... "<br><br>Reaching into her belt pouch, Yesqwyn took out a small piece of metal and set it on the table.<br><br>"It's a memento from my last shag in Greyhawk. He was a mage but he really knew how to wield his sword, if you know what I mean."<br><br>She figured her virginal friends probably didn't. Oh well.<br><br>"Do they really fit together? How odd!"<br><br>Setting down her bottle, Yesqwyn took a seat. This mystery intrigued her, not just because of the novelty but because she felt it meant... more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 06:04:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/c5/b4/c6c5b4eee346609921118cc2988575b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eferhild<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> No Triggering <br><hr><br>"If your Halfling fingers decide to borrow from me, you might be given the nickname five fingers, fighting folk don't always have a sense of humor. &lt;&gt;then she laughed softly smacking her on the back not too lightly in a boisterous way&lt;&gt; But your okay I'm sure you were just borrowing it and forgot who you got it from.<br><br>And a mage shouldn't be using swords of course he was inept bed a handsome fighting man who lives the way he fights and you would get plenty of orgasms. For me give me a nice lass with a clean quim and good tongue and who knows how to use it anytime. I remember we rescued a village and well lets say two pretty twin sisters weren't innocent virgins when we left, but well didn't mind and no one forced anyone, they sure knew how to make being in a hayloft fun. <br><br>As for magic and mysteries I defer to those with knowledge of such things, when it comes to blades and fighting that is my trade.," Eferhild said as the serving woman brought her food and she paid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 09:57:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7e43dfdf81e728ed92d79d992ed98ff5/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o5_r2_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taavia Boulderfrost<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room of the Idle Boar inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pansy, Kirien, Melan, all with ears.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taavia tossed the bit of metal she had been testing back onto the table. <strong>"Aye, I'm familiar with it. It's some sort of mithril amalgam. Got&nbsp; piece of it right..."</strong> She pulled out a small pouch, shaking out a few odds and ends; a twinned quarts crystal with a red splotch at the center, a lizard carved of ivory, a small golden key with a heart-shaped bow and very <em>suggestive</em>-seeming stem, along with a few coins from various parts of the land. She frowned.<strong> "Now I know I have it... "</strong> Rummage, rummage, with a puzzled look.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes <em>sliiiiid</em> towards pansy as the halfling groped at herself, Taavia's cheeks getting a little pink. Then her eyes get wide as the halfling produces the piece of metal she had been looking for. <strong>"Buh... wuh...? Ye <em>borrered it</em>? How'n ye jes nickin' whar's rightfully mine?"</strong> She was a little angry, or so it seemed from the flush in her cheeks and the scowl on her face... and the fact she slipped into a really thick accent, punctuated by a few curses in dwarfish. Taavia made a grab for the halfling. <strong>"Ye liddle gopher, I'm a mind ta...!"</strong> She left her planned threat unfinished, attempting to drag Pansy close... for a severe noogie. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>That</em> business done, she cleared her throat, took a swallow of cider, and smoothed out her clothing. <strong>"<em>Anyway</em>. M'uncle Klydder passed it to me, ne'er said where he got it. I'm guessing <em>not</em> by picking through things on a lady's nightstand."</strong> An indignant little sniff, without looking at the halfling she still had an arm around (assuming pansy didn't scoot away!) <strong>"Moradin alone knows how someone would get mithril to stick with another metal though; not worth much 'cept as a curiosity, I s'pose."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She just sort of gawped at Eferhild as the human woman goes on about fucking twins and whatnot. Taavia took a quick glance around the table to see if anyone else was finding the topic as odd as she is... or if she was just being a stuffy dwarf again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 14:12:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><hr><br>His voice was soft spoken, gentle, and his smile seemed to her to be radiant.&nbsp; She was sure her cheeks were flashing as red as a cardinal, judging from the heated flush she felt in them.&nbsp; But when he took her hand and put his piece in it, all she could do was look up into his eyes like a lost little girl.&nbsp; <br><br>When she could finally tear her gaze away from his face, it was just in time to discover that the pieces of metal had come together just as perfectly as the two pieces Kirien had joined.&nbsp; Brennisen grinned in amazement and with the pride of Enastril's praise at her suggestion.&nbsp; That he may have been patronizing her slightly never got through the haze created by his flirtation to register in her mind.&nbsp; Here was a beautiful high elf man who seemed to be flirting with <em>her!</em> He wasn't being condescending or stuffy, or critical of her bloodline.&nbsp; He was just holding her hand and smiling at her.&nbsp; 'By the Gods,' she thought, 'How can a man be so pretty?'<br><br>Then something that Yesqwyn was saying drew her attention.&nbsp; Something about a mage wielding a sword and knowing how to use it.&nbsp; Brennisen wasn't sure she quite got the reference, but she suspected it had something to do with sex.&nbsp; She couldn't help the glance she stole at Enastril, her eyes slipping down just for a moment to his 'sword' before she quickly looked away, busying herself with a long draught of cider from her tankard....<br><br>....Which she nearly choked on when Eferhild mentioned her preference for a lass with a clean quim and a talented tongue.&nbsp; The young ranger almost did a spit take.&nbsp; Fortunately for everyone at the table, it was only back into her tankard of cider.&nbsp; As Eferhild went on relating the tale of the twins' tails in the hayloft, the half-elf girl wondered why it was getting so warm in the room.&nbsp; She tore her gaze away from the human fighter in an effort to disguise how the woman's words affected her.&nbsp; Her gaze settled on Kirien, and images of being in a hayloft with her flashed through her brain.&nbsp; She issued a little 'mewlp' sound as she twitched on her seat, wondering what a talented tongue would feel like, and just where she might be licked.&nbsp; She wondered if she dared to ask Eferhild about it later when there weren't so many ears to hear her questions.<br><br>Then the pretend row between the dwarf Taavia and Pansy the halfling drew her attention from her thoughts, and any attention that others at the table might have been paying to her were blessedly redirected.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 15:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Taavia, Teria<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><em>So her dancing partner was of elven blood and took to training martial pursuits as well? I didn't think that was too uncommon.</em> Melan though to herself, looking Yesqwyn over briefly. The mage appeared more like one of the 'ladies of the evening' she'd heard about before by her mannerisms. Something that could be quite useful on the road if what she'd heard was true. <em>I've heard they are good at massage from some of the other troops when they were brought up, although they did change the subject whenever I inquired. That would be quite useful after a training session if true and she doesn't mind it. Then again perhaps not. When I brought up keeping some on staff to the commander in training he made me run around the courtyard until I passed out. Perhaps it is impolite to talk about formally.</em> Even with the rowdy bunch it certainly wouldn't be good to bring up herself though, not to mention if the profession was incorrect it might be embarrassing. <em>What was it? The common rank always were talking about how mages were really good with their hands from doing some sort of gestures... No matter.</em><br><br>"There certainly is nothing wrong with someone who has a good wit to them." Melan agreed, nodding at Eferhild's assessment although at least half the sentences went a bit over her head with whatever sort of activities were being eluded to. "I will never understand the joy of the hayloft however. You would think one would prefer a different location for a gathering."<br><br>The goings on between Taavia and Pansy though, now that triggered at least a bit more understanding as to what had been said prior. "Ah, so Lady Pansy had her hands in your purse! I understand the prior query now. I do hope if you often borrow things from it you at least put everything back where you found it later. I shouldn't be too surprised though. If you knew she was looking to get her fingers into purses and enjoys it would you not expect it yourself when you sit next to her knowing the activity?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 04:17:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Watching Brennisen and Enastril behave so awkwardly and sweetly together would have given Kirien a much warmer feeling any other time--but right now it seemed the priestess segment of her personality was dominant.&nbsp; And while it brought a small smile to her lips, her heart beat faster when she saw the two pieces bond just as seamlessly as the two she'd held together.&nbsp; This...this was beyond anything she'd ever expected to see in her own life, regardless of the time she might live as an elf.&nbsp; Such things happened in tales, to heroes...not in the waking world she knew.<br><br>She took the now-bonded second segment, turning it about, seeking a place where it might join to the segment she already held, but was brought out of her musings by the exchange between Pansy and Taavia.&nbsp; More weird coincidences, and more pieces.&nbsp; Would all of them at the table produce such a thing?&nbsp; Knowing the metal was likely mithril per Taavia's words added only more mystery to the objects.&nbsp; "Mithril is exceedingly rare, even among dwarves and elves...to blend it with something else..."&nbsp; She paused.&nbsp; "One would have to be mad, or very wise...but either way, the metalsmith would need to have a grasp of magic to create such puzzle pieces..."<br><br>And then Yesqwyn produced a final piece, completing the collection of those at the table.&nbsp; Kirien brought each one closer to her, across the scarred and simple oak of the table, the juxtaposition of the basic and the exotic not lost on her mind.&nbsp; Her eyes raised to her blue-garbed friend, face intense.&nbsp; "Does this not smack of something far beyond us?&nbsp; Do you even now feel your link to your deity as if it is on fire?&nbsp; I do."<br><br>At another time the suggestive words of Eferhild would have warmed her own core to interest, but the mystery of the puzzle pieces before her had taken over beyond what her small life had offered her so far.&nbsp; Even Teria had poked her horned head out of the cloak that enwrapped her, taken by the same curiosity that had engulfed her mistress.&nbsp; <em>Do they all mate together, like lovers?</em><br><br>"We shall soon see, my love."<br><br>Her eyes rose for a moment at a small sound Brennisen made, and even for that brief instance, she felt her cheeks color at the glance of her shy friend.&nbsp; But then her eyes returned to the pieces, and the puzzle they formed.&nbsp; Her quick and deep mind considered, and then her clever fingers worked, placing, one after another, the pieces where she considered they fit.&nbsp; And it was so.&nbsp; One by one, they melded together, as her heart raced on, and her skin prickled, until there were no free segments left, and all were as one.<br><br>There, within her hands, lay what was unmistakably an amulet.&nbsp; Barely half an inch in thickness, it was some three inches in diameter, with a shiny, polished surface, but for the central two inches, which were a deep, bright red.&nbsp; Upon that sanguine central circle was a stylized image of a three-peaked mountain.<br><br>The elf maiden's eyes stared at the object, as whole and seamless as if it had never been pieces in the possession of several individuals.&nbsp; Individuals, some of whom had never met, and had traveled who knew how far.<br><br>"This riles my best judgement, my friends and new acquaintances."&nbsp; She took another breath.&nbsp; "There is no taste of luck in this...such is impossible."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "No, this reeks of the cloying incense of the gods."<br><br>She looked up at the others.&nbsp; "Whence do such happenstances occur, but in the legends of old?&nbsp; And even now, I feel as if I have been placed within such a tale, by the gentle hand of my Ehlonna.&nbsp; And yet why do my hands tremble so?&nbsp; For I know the answer without asking any of you.&nbsp; When the gods pick us up and place us in such a way, it is akin to a player setting the pieces of a game upon the board..."<br><br>Kirien set the amulet upon the table, but did not lift her hand from it.&nbsp; She feared losing contact with it, even if she felt that it was very unlikely that they were meant to construct it, only to lose it.&nbsp; "I think...I think this is far too great a thing for my own intellect or power to conceive of or understand.&nbsp; And yet it is not my right to make a choice for all of those assembled here...though I feel a need to speak my mind on what path we might choose.&nbsp; It is clear--to me, at least--that we should bring this object to the Mage's Guild of Greyhawk.&nbsp; Great minds and deep histories they have there, as well as the power to discern what this thing is...who created it...and perhaps even what it is for."<br><br>She looked around the table.&nbsp; "What say all of you?&nbsp; I would not trust my own judgement alone on this, and there are enough here to have at least a semblance of deeper wisdom with numbers.&nbsp; Each of us owns a part of this thing, and therefore each has an equal say.&nbsp; Shall we discuss what to do with it, and then make a vote of it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 23:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><hr><br>Brennisen watched with growing interest how her friend fitted the other pieces together with those of hers and Enastril's.&nbsp; Eventually the pieces formed the whole seamlessly.&nbsp; By that time, it didn't seem so surprising, as the way the pieces fit together and had come together in the possession of so many different individuals who just happened to all be seated at the same table at the same time, had begun to seem too much like a coincidence in the young ranger's mind to actually be one.&nbsp; Sometimes coincidence was just too coincidental to be mere coincidence.<br><br>The young ranger's training had been more grounded in reality than some in the magical or esoteric fields of study.&nbsp; Hers was the natural world and there was explanation for all that occurred there.&nbsp; Of magical things, she knew little, and left such knowledge to those who had an aptitude for it, such as her high elf friend.&nbsp; But still, even to the eyes of the half-elf ranger, there was certain meaning in signs and portents.&nbsp; The current situation seemed to fit that category to a spooky degree.<br><br>Spooky because as Kirien fit the pieces together and began to feel the pull of the strings of Fate in her life, Brennisen instinctively picked up on her friend's mood in the same way an animal companion might pick up on the mood of it's master.&nbsp; For the young ranger, magic was mysterious, and the way that Fate played a role in people's lives was just as unknowable.&nbsp; But instinct was a very real thing, one that Brennisen had long ago learned to pay attention to.<br><br>Her instinct was calling to her now to make what observation she could about the amulet that had taken shape before her eyes.&nbsp; "It is as much of a mystery to me as to anyone. I can't lay claim to the knowledge of magic that you can, Kirien.&nbsp; But the symbols on the thing remind me of the sun either rising over the mountains, or setting over them.&nbsp; I don't recognize that sign, but the way all those pieces have come together from all of us speaks of a riddle that needs to be solved.&nbsp; I agree, for my part, that if we don't have the knowledge among us to solve it, we should take the mystery to someone who does.&nbsp; But even if that were not the reason for doing so, you know that I will follow where you go, my friend.&nbsp; Someone has to protect you from the dangers of the road.&nbsp; That has been my role when 'ere you traveled since I met you.&nbsp; I won't shirk it now."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 04:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>And thus, the words that he'd spoken earlier about it not being a chance gathering, bore fruit. It was quite amazing, and a little disturbing actually, to see the pieces come together and form a solid object together. That of course meant that at one point in the past, all of these pieces had been together, and were sundered apart somehow, and had now made their way to this place, at this time, to be rejoined. Those sort of things didn't just happen. His teacher had drilled that sort of logic into him early on.<br><br>'It is indeed both amazing and a bit disconcerting. There is no happenstance here. This has happened for a reason, and simply put, I will see it through. My curiosity is piqued, and naturally the scholar in me wants to see what happens with this, and what we can learn about it. Of course, the company is also a part of that. We have all arrived here with our parts, and I would help and see this through with all of you' he added. He was convinced that his old teacher had known something like this would happen, and that was why he had given it to his sister to present to him. The question remained, did he know it would happen with him, or would his teacher have found his way here with his piece? A thing to consider.<br><br>'As Breninisen and you go' he said to Kirien 'so I go'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 12:07:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7e43dfdf81e728ed92d79d992ed98ff5/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o5_r2_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taavia Boulderfrost<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room of the Idle Boar inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pansy, Kirien, Melan<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taavia shrugged to Kirien's statement about alloying mithril. <strong>"It is what it is. What <em>I</em> wonder is what broke it apart in the first place, considering."</strong> As the amulet came together, Taavia leaned over the table, inadvertently giving anyone and everyone a good look down her tunic.<strong> "I'll be a goblin's grandmother, that looks like the symbol of Ulaa... well. Almost."</strong> she corrected, before her eyebrow raised up at Kirien's sudden bout of florid prose. <strong>"Pfeh, <em>mages</em>. I <em>guess</em> they could sniff their books until they found something, eventually. But the look of this thing, and your talk of the gods? Might be we should take it to the priests."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She settled her rump back into the seat she had taken, finishing her cider. All the elves seemed to agree with themselves, which somehow seemed completely typical. Melan's comment towards her and Pansy drew a gust of laughter and Taavia nodded. <strong>"Aye, once or twice. I admire her skill at the task, is all."</strong> Mirth crinkled the corners of the dwarf's eyes. <strong>"Don't ye worry, she's not so bold as to get her hands under yer belt in public...?"</strong> The statement drew into a question, and she lifted her brows at Pansy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 16:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/c5/b4/c6c5b4eee346609921118cc2988575b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eferhild<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> No Triggering <br><hr><br>Eferhild takes out a gold coin and shouts holding it up ,"Hello patrons, I'll give you a gold coin if you can identify a funny symbol amulet thing over here there must be some worldly and wise older people here who can help and who know things we young people don't! Like my mama said when your not sure about something ask someone who has age and wisdom of years who has traveled about!"<br><br>Not one to beat around the bush on things if one wants to get things done just get things done as fast as one can it leaves more time for wenching, drinking and eating.<br><br>"Yes folks it seems the gods and goddesses are playing a game with our group and I feel a mighty venture is in the offing and well we need to know what this is before we can act on this who knows what they have planned so any help is welcome! just think when we are legends and our names are told you can say I'm the one who out them on their course as mighty heroes and heroines! And you get a gold for drinking! You win and we can win! So come on over!," she shouts also as she takes a drink.<br><br>Then she waits putting the gold down on the table.<br><br>Looking at the Ranger ,"The Ranger is as smart as she is beautiful, ask for help, so I asked the people here for help. Its not that hard just ask."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 15:59:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>"The question would be which of us are pawns set to bring the pieces together and which are meant to see them to their destination?" Melan stared at the pieces once they were assembled, pocket a little empty without her good luck charm she'd carried for so long. Lifting her mug for a small taste of the ale and unable to focus on the flavor with her attention so stolen for the moment she shook her head. <br><br>"Well, I would say it should be taken to Greyhawk to either the Mage's Guild or the Temple of Heironeous for further inquiry, possibly both. Unless this item is heading towards that city I will likely be unable to accompany you on this quest. I am currently on escort and pledged to see my charges into the walls of the city. I cannot abandon such a thing without leave to do so and as curious as this item is it hardly seems pressing enough to prevent me from accomplishing my task. If you seek to travel to Greyhawk I have no qualms with your group accompanying my own, should my charges have no qualms with it."<br><br>The burst of laughter at her inquiry couldn't help but make her smile in return, although she wasn't quite sure what the joke was yet. Still, mug in hand she looked between the two curiously. "I see, so you seek to be light fingered? I will admit it's a useful trait to have in a scout." She said simply. She had admittedly, been tempted to give warning about stealing but for some reason it didn't quite sound like it was what was going on. "Under my belt in public?"<br><br><em>Oh, right. Because my belt pouch is attached to my belt she'd have to get underneath it to take it without notice. I think I understand.</em> "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I've already loosened my purse strings for the table. 'Tis little problem to share the contents for a round of ale with new friends."<br><br>The speed of Eferhild to try to get to the bottom of the issue was quite impressive though and a gold coin on offer was a rich reward. Hopefully there weren't any hucksters about although she had a feeling with a gold coin on offer there would be someone making up at least some sort of story. "That's quite the prize for identification. Considering the popularity of this place our problems may have some additional direction soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 23:52:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Brennisen, Melan, Taavia, Eferhild, Enastril<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Kirien nodded to Brennisen and Enastril.&nbsp; She'd had the feeling they would be in on the idea.<br><br><em>"Pfeh, mages. I guess they could sniff their books until they found something, eventually. But the look of this thing, and your talk of the gods? Might be we should take it to the priests."</em><br><br>"I am a priestess as well as a mage," she replied.&nbsp; "Yet, as much as that makes sense...I do not know which temple I would take it to first.&nbsp; Well...I know which one <em>I</em> would take it to first...but this is not only my choice.&nbsp; And what I know of the Mage's Guild of Greyhawk...is that they work closely with several of the temples of the city.&nbsp; Those of beneficial intent, at least."<br><br>Eferhild's loud and obvious offer was noticed by many in the common room...but at the mention of deities, many quickly turned back to their prior involvements.&nbsp; It seemed that the commonfolk there were all too eager to stay out of the affairs of the gods.&nbsp; Those few that approached were deep in their cups and had no useful information either.<br><br>Teria, however, was of a different mind, having been deeply curious about the conversations at the table.&nbsp; As always, she was very quiet but very observant, and her little horned head craned about on her long neck, watching and listening to Taavia, Melan, and Eferhild.&nbsp; The underlying thread was more obvious to the pseudodragon due to it's nature and the hidden emotions involved, not so much the words.<br><em><br>I do not know much of dwarves.&nbsp; Do you think you would couple with one?</em><br><br><em>Is that all you would wonder of them?</em> Kirien thought back to her familiar.<br><br><em>I think she would be a challenge to you.</em><br><em><br>And I thought I had my hands full just fancying Brennisen...and Enastril</em>, the Spellmaiden replied humorously.<br><br><em>They are both here, and available...</em><br><br><em>Two at once, when I've yet to be with a single person?&nbsp; You are bold indeed!</em>&nbsp; Kirien bit her lip, and looked at her friends, as well as the new arrivals she could already see she'd enjoy getting to know better.&nbsp; Still...if she was to be honest, at present, she was willing to lay aside the mystery of the medallion for the night, and speak more with Brennisen about their kiss yesterday...and more.<br><br>"If everyone is amenable to my idea, I suggest we allow Melan to hold the medallion for now.&nbsp; As a paladin and devotee of Heironeous, she will hold to her vows of honor and keep faith with our little troupe.&nbsp; Further, I know well that her kind are shielded from evil by the blessings of their gods, as well as hardy, and can sense when evil is near."&nbsp; She passed the medallion to the redheaded human woman, placing it in her hands.&nbsp; "I can hardly claim to be intimidating enough to make a villain think twice about stealing from me.&nbsp; Will you keep it safe until morning, good Lady, when we can set out for Greyhawk proper as a united whole?"<br><br>At that she rose from the table.&nbsp; "I believe I will retire for the night.&nbsp; Ehlonna keep all of you through the night."&nbsp; She did not, however, turn immediately towards the stairs and head for her room.&nbsp; She stepped over to Brennisen, and placed her hand softly on the ranger's shoulder, leaning forward to speak to her quietly.<br><br>"If you are willing...I would speak to you more of...of what happened yesterday."&nbsp; She did not elaborate, for she was certain the half-elf knew of what she spoke.&nbsp; Then she turned and made her way up the stairs, for whether Brennisen followed her or not, she was eager to leave the crowded room behind.&nbsp; Her own mind had always tired more quickly when surrounded by many people, and the quiet of her own room was calling to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>13-02-2018, 04:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kirien,Taavia, Eferhilde.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><hr>Brennisen snickered under her breath at the turn of phrases that the boisterous dwarf woman used in her exclamations.&nbsp; They were new to her ears, and amused her.&nbsp; The one about being a goblin's grandmother nearly made her snort cider through her nose!<br><br>But the dwarf had a good point.&nbsp; If the amulet was a holy symbol of some sort, perhaps priests would know what to do with it better than mages.&nbsp; Luckily, Kirien was both, and Brennisen trusted her friend in matters like these.&nbsp; But there wasn't much time to think about it before Eferhilde announced her offer to the inn patrons.<br><br>It was a good idea, and the ranger looked around the room to see if anyone was going to take her up on the offer.&nbsp; Then she heard the warrior woman attributing the idea to her.&nbsp; She turned back to the table in surprise, just in time to hear Eferhilde say that she was pretty too.&nbsp; The half-elf's cheeks pinked in response, and she smiled shyly, unsure what to say.<br><br>She considered the human fighter thoughtfully. Eferhilde was the sort of person Brennisen could relate to.&nbsp; She, herself came from simple stock, the kind of small village environment where people worked hard at their daily toil, and then gathered at the local tavern or inn for relaxation and socializing.&nbsp; Many was the time she listened as her father traded stories and gossip with the other people of their village.<br><br>Even when she left her home to apprentice herself to her master, the sort of fighters she'd come into contact with in his association were just like the woman at the other end of the table now. Brennisen nodded to herself, thinking that she could find friendship and camaraderie with Eferhilde.&nbsp; When the decision was made that Kirien, Enastril and the rest would travel with the Lady Knight and her entourage, including the warrior woman, the young ranger felt a growing sense of excitement.<br><br>It was only when Kirien arose from her place and announced she was retiring to her room for the evening that Brennisen realized she'd let her thoughts drift.&nbsp; Perhaps it could be attributed to the cider, or just her tendency to lose herself in her observations of the people around her.&nbsp; But whatever the reason for her inattention, the words of the beautiful high elf mage she counted as her closest friend, and perhaps more, caught her attention completely.<br><br>She nodded, turning to meet Kirien's eyes with her own, and rose from the table to follow. Before leaving, she retrieve a half dozen silver coins from her belt pouch and left them on the table.&nbsp; "Until the morrow then, friends." Then she turned and followed her best friend up the stairs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 00:47:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pansy Applebottom<br><strong>Class:</strong> Thief<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall 7, 577 CY | Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taavia<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Pansy had become distracted not long after the bits of metal had formed their odd pendant.&nbsp; There was a rousing game going across the room and those involved were getting steadily deeper into their cups.&nbsp; When the others began rising and wandering upstairs, she took that as her cue and nudged Taavia, leaning in close with a broad smile.<br><br>"What say we see if those fellas would like a little female company for a bit, hm?&nbsp; We can win some scratch off them and then I'll spend the night apologizing for filching that bit of metal off of you.&nbsp; I'll apologize as many times as ye like, Taav."<br><br>Her eyes twinkle merrily and her lips curl into a wicked sort of smile, before she hops from her chair and offers a hand to the blond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 03:41:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/c5/b4/c6c5b4eee346609921118cc2988575b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eferhild<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> No Triggering <br><hr><br>"Well I can get a room would someone like to share a bed, I mean to save coin not fuck, just sleep? Then I'm going to join the dagger throwing with the wagering going on over there. Its just silver coins I could make some nice money.," she sees about the room and hopes she gets a taker the room will be one of the common ones no use wasting money and pay her share or for the room.<br><br>Then will look at some dagger tossing for coins, she won't risk all her money, but a silver or two a wager is fine.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 12:05:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7e43dfdf81e728ed92d79d992ed98ff5/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o5_r2_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taavia Boulderfrost<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room of the Idle Boar inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pansy, Kirien, Melan<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lifted her mug, drawing her eyes to Melan. <strong>"Aye, a light fingerin' ain't half bad some of the time."</strong> The naive warrior-priestess got a broad smile for her trouble, before the dwarf took a swallow of her ale and turned to Kirien. Taavia gave a shrug to the elf girl. <strong>"Ye do as ye need then; I've not got an objection to whoever holding it. Hell afore tonight, I had no idea what that thing was."</strong> She paused, but only to take a swig, then give Pansy a side-eye. <strong>"<em>Hell</em>, afore tonight, I thought I still had that thing wi'me other trinkets. Shows how much care I gave it."</strong> She leaned back then, taking the group as a whole. <strong>"But... I'm in on it now, I guess. Got me curiosity up, at least, and I notice, mysterious happenin's tend to lead to at least a few orcs gettin' their heads missin', so that's a plus."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Pansy leaned in close, Taavia casually looped an arm around the slight woman's form. The dwarf's blond brows rose at the offer. <em>Offers.</em> <strong>"Oh aye? Well... A little extra dosh never hurts before a trip, I s'pose."</strong> her hand dropped down, cupping the halfling's rump with a good firm squeeze, almost enough to lift her up. <strong>"Ye will, huh? Well, y'aint <em>have</em> to do all that, but... since ye're offering..."</strong> She returned the smile, her cheeks developing a rosy hue that nicely complimented the bright blue of her eyes. After freeing Pansy's posterior, she took the offered hand and stood from the table. <strong>"Oi, suppose I'll see you lot sometime in the morn. <em>Don't knock</em>."</strong> The last two words were almost a warning growl. Her smile turned into a cocky smirk, before turning to join the gamblers a few tables over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 15:20:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>'Sounds like a solid plan' he said as the organization of their ideas coalesced into an initial plan of action. 'I am quite fine with Melan holding onto the amulet' he added, the paladin a solid choice to keep it safe and secure. He stood to rise from the table when it was announced that folks were heading their separate ways. He didn't sleep much, and would likely be up most of the night, but he figured some quiet in his room would be more enjoyable than the cacophony of the common room, and he'd ask for a bath as well, so he could relax some.<br><br>'I bid you all a good night, and will see you when we break fast in the morning before departing. I've enjoyed the company this evening, and meeting some of you for the first time. I look forward to traveling with everyone, and getting to know the rest of you better. Everyone have a good night' he said, and bowed politely to everyone present before heading up to speak to the innkeeper about a bath, and paying for it. Once that was done, Enastril headed upstairs to avail himself of the bath, and to reflect upon the events that had transpired over the course of the past few days, and just how much of a coincidence that it was, and wasn't. <br><br>Once he got to his room, he got out a few of his spellbooks, and his journal, and then disrobed. He pulled the curtains to the window of his room shut, and then went to partake of his bath with a glass of whiskey.<br><br>The bath was hot and soothing, and gave him plenty of time to think about things. He was still wondering just how his former teacher knew to give him the piece. That part seemed orchestrated, but who or what did so? His teacher was a realist, and didn't believe in coincidence either, so it was done on purpose. He closed his eyes and dozed a bit in the warm water, enjoying it.<br><br>He would be up most of the night, reading and resting after his bath, but would get enough sleep for him to be ready in the morning for their travels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 18:30:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Dusk<br><strong>Location: </strong> Idle Boar Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>"I have no issue with this task. Rest well and I shall return it to you in the morning." Melan said as the medallion was handed over. The matter seemingly set to rest much as the others were making to do themselves. Pulling out a simple chain with her holy symbol on it from beneath her armor, she attaches the medallion and slides it back beneath the chain and breastplate to rest beneath the steely exterior.<br><br>"Well, I will leave you to your... light fingering?" She half stated and half asked with the rather handy pair nearby getting on with their own entertainments. They certainly were a boisterous funny bunch, not unlike some the rowdier miners she'd seen so long ago. <em>Well, enough relaxing I suppose. I need to check on Rusher and do my evening exercises before bed. Everyone seems to be seeking out their own relaxation for the night already as well. Enough dallying about.</em> Finishing off her own drink, she rose from the table and gathered what things she had brought in. <br><br>"If you have difficulty securing lodgings you may share mine, Eferhild. Do not worry about the coin, my stipend already budgeted for the room and if the ambassadors are already going to spend it on this trip." She continued, looking over towards the table where the charges she escorted along the road were staying with a chuckle. "They are good people and skilled with words but they do like to tarry about with their celebrations after every little success. It's hard to fault them giving extra custom to the smaller towns, however well-known the inn may be."<br><br>The offer having been extended, taken or not she had things to do, namely a short visit to the stables to ensure her trusty steed had enough to eat. The scent of horseflesh in the stables wasn't always a pleasant one to the nobility but she'd more than grown used to it through her training and Rusher appeared to have settled in well even if he did give her a low snort. "Yes, yes. I know I'm late. It's crowded and I met a few new people."<br><br>She snagged her own grooming brush and began giving her horse the proper rub down, having warned the stable hands not to even try to do it when she wasn't nearby. While not really a wild horse the warsteed wasn't one to brook much from anyone but his rider. His ears flicked as she slowly worked across his muscled flanks, humming a low tune while he started to eat the feed that had been left out for him again. "Don't worry too much though, I'll take you on a run tomorrow night if nothing happens. I know escort duty is as boring for you as it can be for me but just bear with it a little longer. There's a fine place near Greyhawk to stretch your legs properly."<br><br>The beast gave another snort and shook his head, stamping one foot on the dirt and pausing his eating. "Oh, fine. How about this instead? We both go on a run now?" She snickered, reaching over towards his head and running her hands through his mane. Freeing him from the stall for a bit, she left him free of saddle, barding, or bags. It was time for a proper run. "Okay, warm up around the town then a real rush." She chuckled, clicking her tongue and heading towards the stable exit. It was better than just working out in her room anyway.<br><br>Setting out at a light jog in her armor, the heavy clank of metal is matched by the beat of nearby hooves with the starting warm-up of the slow pace. She couldn't hope to match his speed really but it was a good warm up to stretch his legs. Once around the town on foot, then a good solid run on his back to get him going, another half walk to cool-down, and another brushing before bed would do nicely.<br><br>"Tiny bubbles inn my beer, makes me happy and full of cheer. Tiny bubbles in my wine, makes me happy all the time!" She sang out to the beat of the steps, a heavy quick steady march to get the blood flowing well through her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 04:23:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Event</span></div><br><br><div align="center">Arrival At Greyhawk</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4a/95cfdd_af6d8dbe534341af9efccc73735b915b~mv2.jpg/800px-95cfdd_af6d8dbe534341af9efccc73735b915b~mv2.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><div align="center">Prologue</div><br><br>“…Her hand stretched forth, and the Wheels of Fate were set to motion…”&nbsp; &nbsp;--<em>The Book Of Istus</em><br><br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 5, 577 CY, morning<br><br><hr><br>Cannex Rea found himself nearly running down the long hallway; something very unlike the High Priest of Celestian.&nbsp; But the situation demanded it.&nbsp; His mission was too important to delegate to a lesser priest.<br><br>The walls of the wide hall were of a dense, dark gray, closely-set stone; the handiwork of long-dead dwarven stonemasons.&nbsp; It had been their gift to Zagyg, the Mad Archmage – the man who had built this city.<br><br>Greyhawk.&nbsp; Gem of the Flanaess.&nbsp; Center of both civilization and magic.<br><br>And yet, at this moment his city, a city of both great prosperity and power, seemed but a trifling.&nbsp; Cannex was not afraid for his city, but for… his world.<br><br>He hurried faster.<br><br>It had been too long since he had visited the study of the man he was going to visit.&nbsp; So many times had they sat, engaged in deep, scholarly discussions, often for days at a time.&nbsp; Here, deep within the Mage’s Guild, he almost felt as if he had made a mistake in entering the clergy.&nbsp; The essence of arcane power suffused the entire edifice.&nbsp; It was as great a drug as religious fervor, Cannex Rea realized, wiping sweat from his short black hair.&nbsp; He shivered, not from the modest, controlled temperature of the hall.<br><br>He reached the archway of smooth black stone, and stepped through without hesitation.&nbsp; One moment, all he saw was blackness through the archway; the next he was within a large, tidy room, lined with bookshelves of exotic wood and even more exotic tomes.&nbsp; A huge, fantastic carpet of incredibly fine knotting covered most of the black stone floor.&nbsp; Within the center of the room stood a round brass table, inlaid with many runes of antiquated origin; probably elvish or dwarven, Cannex could not be certain.&nbsp; Between the table and the far wall, facing away from the High Patriarch of Celestian, was a tall, unstooped man of obviously many years.&nbsp; His well-kept hair and trimmed beard were as white as the highest peaks of the Crystalmists, and he showed no signs of balding.&nbsp; Clothed in sky blue and dark grey robes, with a silvery belt studded with shining rubies, the man appeared more king than sage.&nbsp; And yet sage he was.<br><br>“Aldebranche.”<br><br>At the sound of the High Patriarch’s steady yet urgent voice, the tall man closed the heavy book he was perusing, and turned.&nbsp; Eyes of lightest brown, almost amber, gazed upon a long-dear friend and ally.<br><br>“Cannex.”&nbsp; Studying his friend, he recognized the insistence in his bearing.&nbsp; “You have learned more?”<br><br>An expression near akin to madness swept across the priest’s face, then flashed to calm.&nbsp; “I wonder if I know too much, my friend.&nbsp; And yet am I not the High Patriarch, and servitor of my god and my people?”<br><br>Aldebranche merely nodded.<br><br>Cannex continued.&nbsp; “It is done.&nbsp; My auguries of highest order have been answered.&nbsp; Bless the spirit of my lord Celestian, may he ever wander the spheres of eternity!&nbsp; But, too, the answers of gods are as two-edged as a warrior’s blade.”<br><br>Aldebranche’s eyebrows arched.&nbsp; “You were answered directly?&nbsp; That in itself is a sign…”<br><br>“Aye, and one that may bode both ill or well.&nbsp; Aldebranche, my greatest friend, my brother in knowledge and wisdom… it is done.&nbsp; He has told me.&nbsp; As only he can, my lord has wandered both far and wide, to answer our plea…”<br><br>A look of great consternation passed over Aldebranche’s elderly features.&nbsp; “Grave it must be, for a god to seek so diligently an answer to his servant’s questions…”<br><br>“It is Nedelharn… and his creation…”&nbsp; The High Patriarch said no more.<br><br>Now a look of shock etched the sage’s face, which came near to his beard in coloration.&nbsp; “The mithril golem?&nbsp; This means… do you realize?&nbsp; And yet the golem is only the tool, the key!&nbsp; Do you see what they truly seek?”<br><br>It was Cannex who looked puzzled.&nbsp; “Is not their seeking of Nedelharn’s creation enough?”<br><br>It was incredible… even for a venerable sage and mage such as Aldebranche, it was almost too much to grasp.&nbsp; “Nay, Cannex, it is not enough.&nbsp; It is never enough for the powers of darkness.&nbsp; There is much more they can obtain with the servant of Nedelharn…”<br><br>“We must needs contact the Circle…”<br><br>The sage nodded.&nbsp; “Aye.&nbsp; Aye, indeed!&nbsp; This will require much more than their involvement, though…”<br><br>The High Patriarch looked puzzled.&nbsp; “Who could be necessary beyond the Circle of Eight?”<br><br>It was then that Aldebranche smiled, his arresting eyes flashing with mystery.&nbsp; “You, of all people, Cannex, you should be aware of what I speak.&nbsp; It is prophecy.&nbsp; It has been spoken of.&nbsp; Have you not read the teachings of other gods?”<br><br>Cannex paused.&nbsp; What was the sage speaking of?&nbsp; “I have perused some of the holy words of other faiths…”<br><br>“What of Istus, the Mistress of Fate?”<br><br>Cannex paused again, longer, and more grave.&nbsp; When he finally looked up, his face was a mixture of fear and hope.&nbsp; The Chosen…?”<br><br>Aldebranche nodded.&nbsp; “Yes, indeed, if my studies have given me any knowledge worth remembering.&nbsp; The Chosen.”&nbsp; He sighed heavily, and closed his eyes, whispering words too soft for Cannex to hear.&nbsp; “Is it so close?&nbsp; And I am not yet ready…”<br><br>The High Patriarch finally collected himself, now resembling the supreme servant of the god of the stars.&nbsp; “I understand what my duties are,” he said calmly, “but we must speak, we and the Circle, and perhaps more, if we are to act in concert…”<br><br>Aldebranche snapped out of his reverie.&nbsp; “Yes, we must coordinate.&nbsp; It is imperative.&nbsp; Many will be needed, though few will succeed.&nbsp; But it is the way of the fates.”<br><br>“How will we find those who are needed?”<br><br>Aldebranche smiled.&nbsp; “I suspect your god will aid us with that…”<br><br><hr><br><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 9, 577 CY, morning<br><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br><br><hr><br>It was two days' journey to the north from Two Ford; however, the group of friends and new acquaintances arrived at the Highway gate to the city an hour after dawn without any setback.&nbsp; The morning traffic of merchant caravans, farm wagons filled with produce, and countless foot travelers moved forward slowly through the gate.&nbsp; Soldiers of the City Watch examine those passing through, requiring all visitors to sign in.&nbsp; Taavia, Pansy, and Yesqwyn, being city residents, did not have to sign, but the others did so.<br><br>As they did, two strangers approached them from inside the city gate.&nbsp; The first was a tall and rather thin human woman, with braided hair of palest yellow, bedecked in mage's robes of pale green and dark blue.&nbsp; She appeared in her late twenties, but by the way she pressed her lips tightly together, she appeared to be pressed for time.&nbsp; The second was a male gnome, also young for his kind, but likely in his fifties.&nbsp; His black hair was loose and free, and he sported a well-trimmed beard with curled mustache.&nbsp; He too wore mage's robes, but his were mustard yellow and bright pink, in checks.&nbsp; "Welcome," he intoned, waving a hand that appeared clever and unworn by manual labor.&nbsp; "We greet you oon behalf of the Mage's Guild of Greyhawk, and invite you to accompany us into the city, on behalf of the esteemed Archmage Aldebranche, Master of the Guild.&nbsp; I am Kivvelor Landraste...and this is my colleague Jevera the Hale."<br><br>The woman attempted a smile, but managed a half-frown.&nbsp; "He...requests...your presence.&nbsp; He told me...to state this: 'What you carry is of great interest to us, and we feel we may be able to assist you in shedding light on the...subject.&nbsp; You are welcome here.'&nbsp; He...extends his greetings...and...protection."<br><br>The gnome bowed, somewhat grandly, brushing the ends of his moustache.&nbsp; "Will you accompany us?&nbsp; We can show you the way to the Guild."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 01:28:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 8, 577 CY, pre-dawn.<br><strong>Location: </strong>In camp, just outside of Greyhawk.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>The half-elvish redhead sat on a log close by the remnants of the night’s fire.&nbsp; At her back was her tent, and inside the tent was her friend, the object of her thoughts.&nbsp; Kirien was, in truth, something more than a friend at that point, but Brennisen wasn’t sure what term Kirien herself might use to describe what she was to the ranger.<br><br>It was sure that things had changed between them.&nbsp; That they both held each other in high regard was clear, and Brennisen would be willing to call it ‘love’ if she was absolutely certain what love really was.&nbsp; For now, her conservative nature would admit to a strong affection that she held for the high elf mage, one that went beyond the normal bonds of friendship, and beyond the boundaries of what most societies would consider acceptable.<br><br>Around the others, they opted for subtlety, hoping that what they did when they were alone together was not too obvious.&nbsp; From a few knowing glances she’d caught directed at them from some in the group –Eferhilde, Taavia, Pansy, and Yesqwyn mostly – she suspected they knew or had a pretty good idea.&nbsp; But if they did know, they didn’t seem to object, so Brennisen wasn’t too concerned.<br><br>She arose from the log and stretched, trying to chase away the drowsiness that staring at the flames always brought to her.&nbsp; In the distance, a hoot owl called, and was answered by another in a different direction.&nbsp; Brennisen could tell that the second call came from a female, but the first had been male.&nbsp; That’s the way it was in nature, a male sought a female.&nbsp; There were mates for most creatures, and it was always male and female who paired up.<br><br>The thought that she and Kirien should not be paired since they were both female didn’t trouble her too much.&nbsp; She knew that neither of them sought mates, nor were they trying to bring offspring into the world.&nbsp; To Brennisen, they were two friends, best friends, who had found a new way to express their liking for each other.&nbsp; That was all.&nbsp; That it happened to be amazingly enjoyable at the same time just made it better.&nbsp; She liked kissing Kirien, liked holding her close and feeling the warm presence of her in her arms.&nbsp; So far, that was all they had done in the Idle Boar that first night, and in a few stolen moments since.&nbsp; If there was more to do than that between two females, Brennisen figured they would find out somehow.&nbsp; She’d worry about that when it happened.<br><br>She checked the horses, then took a turn around the camp, just beyond the circle of the firelight so her night vision wasn’t compromised.&nbsp; She knew that more often than not, listening to the night sounds was more important than seeing in the darkness.&nbsp; There didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary to hear, so she relaxed a little.<br><br>There had been no formal discussion of who would watch over the group in the night.&nbsp; But the road this close to the large city wasn’t likely to be too dangerous.&nbsp; Most of the bandits or fell creatures were more likely to stay beyond the patrols of the capitol city.&nbsp; But it was in her nature to be careful, and to be protective of her friend too.&nbsp; So she shared the duty with whoever would watch with her or take a turn after her, just as she had relieved the one who had stayed awake before her.<br><br>In the morning, they would all resume their travel to the city. It wouldn’t take much longer to arrive.&nbsp; The journey was a good chance to get to know the others a little better.&nbsp; She’d had a conversation with Eferhilde as they rode the day before, and had found it easy to relate to the human fighter.&nbsp; Eferhilde reminded her in some ways of the villagers she’d grown up around, and in other ways, of the rough warrior type her mentor had been.&nbsp; She had a feeling she would become good friends with the warrioress before their ways parted again.<br><br>She’d discovered more to like about Enastril too.&nbsp; Mostly that he was not condescending and snooty like so many of the Highborne she’d met before.&nbsp; He was sophisticated, it was true.&nbsp; Well educated and refined, and a handsome fellow too, he had plenty of reason to feel superior to most people, and definitely to the rough-around-the-edges ranger lass, but she liked the fact that he didn’t feel the need to lord his station over others, liked it enough to consider him a friend now, more than a mere acquaintance.&nbsp; She thought she could trust him and that meant a lot.<br><br>Of many of the others she still didn’t know much.&nbsp; The smaller folk in the group amused her in different ways.&nbsp; Pansy was so full of enthusiasm about living life and the pleasures to be had doing so that Brennisen couldn’t help but like her.&nbsp; Taavia was one of the few dwarven folk she’d ever gotten to know even a little.&nbsp; She loved listening to the way the sturdy little woman expressed herself.&nbsp; Her turn of phrase was a thing to be admired.<br><br>Of Yesqwyn she knew much less, other than the fact that they were both of the same mixed race, they had less in common.&nbsp; But Kirien liked her, so Brennisen reckoned she was a good person to know. She was looking forward to getting to know her better if their paths continued to run down the same trail.<br>That left the Lady Knight, whom the young ranger had finally placed in her memories.&nbsp; Back when she was with her mentor still, one of the missions her master took her along for was when he led a small group of warriors to the stronghold of a group of bandits.&nbsp; That is to say, he guided the group there.&nbsp; The group of warriors was led by a young Lady Knight, none other than the one with whom they now traveled.&nbsp; <br><br>Aside from that, Brennisen knew little about her, but she admired the moral streak the woman seemed to have, and very much admired the way she cared for her horse.&nbsp; To most, a horse was just a means to an end, but this Lady seemed to understand, in the same way the ranger did, how precious a good horse was.&nbsp; She treated her animal like Brennisen treated Ghost, even talking to it like the ranger did. That was enough reason to like her, as far as the half-elf was concerned.<br><br>Having completed her circuit and assured herself that all was well, Brennisen resumed her seat and her pleasurable pastime of thinking of Kirien.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 04:24:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7-9, 577 CY<br><strong>Location: </strong> On the Road, Various Points<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>The night in the Inn had been quiet and introspective, and he'd begun a letter to his sister, more to tell her that he was fine and that he'd arrived at his intended destination quite safely, but he would continue writing this letter during the two nights they would be on the road as well. His intent was to get it out to be delivered once they reached Greyhawk. There was, of course, a second part to the letter, to tell her that his former teacher was indeed right to give him the piece, and that further study would be warranted now that they were in Greyhawk, and that he would let her know when he knew more that he could pass on. He hadn't really slept that night at all but it didn't affect him the next day. Truth be told, he never slept much, never had. There were night owls, and then there were people like him. Some of that evening had been spent filling in the details of what had transpired so far in his journal. He wrote in his journal not only to keep a written record of what he saw and encountered, but to help him piece it together. Sometimes it took many days for the pieces of things to come together, and he'd learned long ago that keeping detailed notes about his studies and research, helped the information and conclusions come much easier. He was never without a writing implement and a journal. That morning they had left, the real part of their journey beginning.<br><br>The days had been spent on the road talking to the others, and discussing anything of interest that would come up. He'd also occasionally wander off of the road to investigate plants, fauna and any herbs that he spied that were unfamiliar, with notes being scribbled hastily in a small writing book that he carried. The woodlands were different enough from the ones near his home that there were some plants that were different enough to investigate, and in the evening when they camped, and it was not his turn to watch, he would either spend time making arrows, or spend time when not commiserating around the fire, taking note of the plant life in the area, and making detailed notes about what he found in a journal, along with finishing his letter to his sister. He had discovered that he rather liked the traveling life, and found it suited his mood and temperament much better than being in a single location for long. That might change after several months of such a life, but since he'd left Highfolk, this was the happiest he could recall being.<br><br>When they arrived at Greyhawk City itself, he grinned. He was both in awe and amused at the large amount of stone and wood that simply sprouted up in the center of what had once been an empty place. The sights, smells and sprawl was unlike anything on the Flanaess. It was both majestic and a little disturbing at the same time. It made Highfolk look so tiny by comparison, but up in that part of the Flanaess, Highfolk was a sprawling metropolis. The movement of so many beings in one place was startling. So many people and animals, so many smells to go along with it. He was snapped out of his thoughts by folks arriving and seemingly knowing what they were carrying, and soon offering to help them. That was a little unsettling.<br><br>That cemented to him that this was no ordinary undertaking, as if what they had already seen wasn't enough to convince him, this sealed it. Forces were at work that seemed to be directing traffic for some reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>01-03-2018, 23:41:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 9, 577 CY, <br><strong>Location: </strong> Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Melan kept her distance from the group of friends during the trip, not wanting to intrude on the gathering, and sticking to keeping watch over the entourage she had been guarding prior with only a few check-ins to make sure Kirien's group was doing fine. She had little issue with the group but saw no reason to intrude on their private gathering considering how shy a few of them seemed to be. <em>They are a fun group but I'm not a fan of all the negotiations. It will be nice to have a break from it.</em> She mused, giving the diplomats she was protecting on the way towards the city another look. <em>They do know how to celebrate though.</em><br><br>Most of the time she had spent outside of travel and watch was devoted to taking care of her trusted steed and a bit of practice with her weaponry, an ever ongoing march of progress.<br><br>The approach to the city was met with a short stamp of hooves in anticipation from her companion, drawing a small chuckle from her as she rested her hand on his neck briefly. "Ah, you'll get your apples soon enough. As soon as we reach the gate our mission is over although we should go see about that amulet." She spoke to her horse quietly, giving him a few more pats as they rode ever closer. Her lance is held up high as normal for the trip, not the first time she'd visited the city, and the large walls were both welcome and dreadful at the same time. A nice safe spot to rest and some luxuries were all to be had but the press of so many in such a small place was always a little uncomfortable, primarily for the extra attention she had to give to make sure Rusher didn't snap at the crowds getting in her way mostly.<br><br>Signatures finished it wasn't long before they were accosted though, drawing a raised eyebrow from the paladin with a rueful shake of her head. "I should have known if anything of true import had been discovered the guild would be already aware of it. Well, Sir Landraste, Lady Jevera, I have no issue with accompanying you to discuss matters. I've discharged my duty so nothing else is terribly pressing at the moment. Thank you for the greeting at the gate. Assuming the rest of my travelling acquaintances are interested I see no reason to delay a meeting. I hope you haven't been waiting long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 09:23:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/9d7764e7deeeed9377595f088f459283/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taavia Boulderfrost<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 9, 577 CY, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pansy, Kivvelor /&nbsp; Jevera, all<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Early morning makeouts<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taavia woke slowly as the sun streamed through the window of her room. Her legs were still tangled with Pansy's from where the two of them had drifted off after last night's... activities. For a moment, Taavia enjoyed the closeness, before leaning her head in to gently bite and tug one of the halfling's nipples. <strong>"Time tae get up, Jackdaw, the elves'll be getting as antsy as they are prancy, aye?"</strong> Despite her words, Taavia really felt no inclination to get up, given the current situation... Surely Pansy is of similar mind. If not, maybe a soothing suckle on the nipped breast will convince her...<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After having washed and dressed, Taavia joined the others; what they saw was a different woman from the very presentable dwarven woman of the night before; in her mercenary armor, with a number of axes on her person, hair done in clasps and coils, she looked every inch the face of dwarven warriorhood. Clearly she wasn't planning to take the trip to Greyhawk, no matter how short, in skirts and loose hair. She knew the roads were mostly safe, but only <em>mostly</em>. Sadly (to her thinking) her prowess with those axes was not tested for anything more than creating firewood, but no matter. This lot seemed high-risk.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once inside the city, she took a deep breath of home... then turned her head and spat to the side. <strong>"Welcome tae Greyhawk, where e'ry road is paved with mule muffins. Ye'll want tae try th' lizard on a stick. It's real lizard but don't ask what the stick is from. And keep your coinpurse where you can see it; Pansy here's just a hobbyist, there's professionals out there..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So it wasn't a surprise that when the two finger-wrigglers approached, Taavia was immediately alert for any urchins or ruffians who looked suddenly interested in bumping into someone in the group. Her blue eyes then turn on the duo.<strong> "Oi, 'ya often just lurk around gates 'n' whatnot? Ulaa's hilly tits, ye're looking like a pair of cons out for a pinch of copper."</strong> She rested her thumbs on her belt, and sniffs. She looked up at the small tribe of elves she seems to have accumulated this week. <strong>"Well? I got no ire against goin' with these two."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 19:01:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 7-9, 577 CY<br><strong>Location: </strong> On the Road, Various Points<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>'Nor I' Enastril said to the dwarf. 'Seems that someone or something has sent word or knowledge of our intent on to them already' he said. He looked at those asking them to come with them. 'Seems we will, please, lead on' he advised.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 20:02:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pansy Applebottom<br><strong>Class:</strong> Thief<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall 9, 577 CY | Morning<br><strong>Location: </strong> Greyhawk | Highway Gate<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taavia; All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> Implied sexy times<br><hr><br>It had taken some convincing to get her to agree to forsake the warmth and comfort of the bed - not to mention the pleasures of Taavia's company in it.&nbsp; In fact, she'd insisted upon delaying their departure for another full half hour, until they'd properly greeted the morning and one another, but she blamed the dwarf for that.&nbsp; After all, who'd decided it was a good idea to wake her in such a manner?<br><br><hr><br>The trip was entirely too uneventful and lacking in taverns and merriment for her liking, but nights sharing Taavia's tent and days spent regaling the party with tales of derring-do that were <em>mostly</em> true made the trip bearable.&nbsp; Still, the sight of Greyhawk set her to smiling wide and quickened her pace, so that she was fairly flushed when they reached the city proper.<br><br>Taavia's comments bring a pout to her lips and she huffs, hands smoothing over the thin leather vest she wore atop her loose linen blouse.&nbsp; "Hey!&nbsp; I'm as professional as they come, woman.&nbsp; There's many a drink you've drunk bought on the fruits of my considerable labors."&nbsp; She sniffs, feigning offense, and then squints at the brightly-cloaked mages.<br><br>The male gets more attention than his dour companion, either because he seemed more personable, or because of their common race it's impossible to tell.&nbsp; She glances up at the excessively tall members of their group and shrugs.&nbsp; "I see no reason not to follow them.&nbsp; The gnome seems especially trustworthy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>07-03-2018, 04:01:08</strong>
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				<strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 9, 577 CY, morning<br><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br><br><hr><br>Kivvelor noted the comment directed at him by Pansy, and winked at her appreciably, though he did no more before turning and walking beside Jevera in leading the party into Greyhawk proper.<br><br>They were led down the Processional--the main street of the city itself, past buildings great and small, although they were in the Old City still.&nbsp; Finally moving through a large inner wall and it's gate, they skirted the edge of the Petit Bazaar--the city's primary market--and made straight ahead, until the Processional was once again free of the stalls and carts of the marketplace.&nbsp; Even at the distance they still had to cross, the peak of the black pyramid of the Mage's Guild was visible, rising up between the buildings around them, and the inner wall, towers, and gate ahead of them.<br><br>Once through the next gate, the party was within the High Quarter, filled with gardens and estates of the wealthy, as well as notable ambassadors and personages of interest within the city.&nbsp; The Opera House with its stately grace and architecture is upon the left, and further on to the right the party passes the City Council Chambers, austere yet grandiose in its rarity--Greyhawk is ruled not by a despot or oligarchy, but a conglomeration of powers within the city, primarily the guilds, who further represent the majority of the skilled population of the place.<br><br>The guides finally arrive before the imposing structure of the Mage's Guild, silent and implacable.&nbsp; Even more imposing were the 10 foot broad and high portals into the guild - solid metal, and a metal very apparent to Taavia--adamantium, rarest and most powerful of ores.&nbsp; Before their guides could knock at the doors, however, one of the massive portals swung noiselessly outward, and two serious-looking dwarves dressed entirely in black appeared in the doorway. One nodded towards Kivvelor and Jevera, and the other directed all of them inside.<br><br>The dwarves did not reply to any queries, and led the way off into the bowels of the guild. When the party entered, the other dwarf took up the end of the procession, and the portal again swung noiselessly closed. Lit from within by unseen magic sources, the hall was broad and the rock was dark, like the outside. Side passages came and went, and sometimes the lead dwarven porter would take one.&nbsp; Occasionally, the group would pass another porter, always a dwarf, or a lone mage on their own business.<br><br>Finally, after a bewildering trip through the labyrinthine passages, they came to another door, but this one was of fine, oiled oak or some other richly-grained wood. Opening the door, the party was led into a spacious sitting room. The walls were curtained in rich blue tapestries of intricate design, and there were also several couches and chairs of fine blue and green upholstery. Sitting upon the chairs were two men. The first was a robustly fat man dressed in voluminous, rich robes of purple and gold. His hair was brown, long and curly, and he had hazel eyes. Appearing in his mid-forties, his face was nonetheless friendly and appeared even more so when the party entered.<br><br>The other man was regal, to say the least. At least six feet and four inches, his brown face was lined not with hoary age, but wisdom and deep secrets. His well-trimmed beard and dredlocked hair was pure white and full, for he wore nothing upon his unbalding head. He stood straight and strong in sky blue and dark grey robes. A silvery belt studded with large rubies girded his waist. Striking amber eyes gazed at the new arrivals, and a serious, but unworried expression was on his face.&nbsp; It was easy to feel that in his presence, one was in the presence of royalty.<br><br>"Welcome, welcome," said the first, heavy man, shaking the hand of each party member with fat fingered hands set with several gem-studded rings. "I am Otto, humble member of the guild!&nbsp; Let me introduce the Mages' Guildmaster, Esteemed Archmage Aldebranche."<br><br>The other man bowed slightly to the party, but his expression remained the same. It was obvious, not only from his bearing, age, and demeanor, that his was a brow heavy with responsibility and leadership. "I welcome you as well.&nbsp; Please, be seated, and we shall begin."&nbsp; He nodded to Kivvelor and Jevera, and they withdrew with respectful bows.<br><br>Otto sighed, but the smile was still on his face. He sat his considerable bulk into his original chair after Archmage Aldebranche had sat first, then began.<br><br>"I am sure that all of you have a cornucopia of questions to ask, and I will attempt to answer them in good time, but keep in mind that a conversation is two-edged, like a good blade, and we will seek information from you as well. The Guildmaster wishes to address you first." Seemingly satisfied, he looked at the venerable yet hale Guildmaster.<br><br>With his penetrating, striking eyes, Aldebranche gazed into the eyes of each friend in turn. Finally, he nodded and spoke. "You must know that this establishment has powers beyond the ken of normal folk. While we are not privy to all that passes within the city or its territories, we know much.<br><br>"I know that some of you are mages. You may be aware that those of us with great faculties in sorcery can learn much through the use of spellcraft. It is thusly that we learned of great events in motion within our land. What those events exactly are, we cannot say… but suffice it to say that in some way, the hand of divinity is involved."<br><br>Aldebranche had paused, waiting for his last words to sink in. And then, finally, the barest hint of a smile, one that spoke of the subtlest irony, crept onto his lips.<br><br>"Yes. You have become involved in the business of a god… or gods."<br><br>When the party had appeared to recover from any shock it may have experienced at his revelation, he continued. "What you carry is important. You may reveal it as you will. And you may ask your questions. I am certain your minds are as ready as they will be for the answers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>14-03-2018, 18:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melan Songsteel<br><strong>Class:</strong> Paladin<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 9, 577 CY, <br><strong>Location: </strong> Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>It was always interesting to head even near the Petit Bazaar and Melan couldn't help but crane her head towards it for a few small peeks at the rows of stalls and storefronts as they passed before catching herself. <em>Ug, I'll never get used to that. Knighted and I still can't help but gawk like I just got away from home.</em> She pressed her right hand against the back of Rusher's neck as they moved forward though, having to keep an eye out to hold him in check among the array of people. Cities were not meant for warhorses and if he spooked in the masses it would be messy fast.<br><br>At least things seemed to thin a bit towards the High Quarter, the general throngs were less... throngy in some areas of import. <em>Ah, that's where the people I escorted will be heading. I should remember to check in later.</em> She noted, usually one to stay in the ambassadorial estate guest rooms on the rare occasions she had made it down although she knew better than to let Rusher run anywhere near the gardens now. That had been a long day.<br><br>Dismounting, she had to carefully hand over the reins towards one of the porters working in the area and whisper a few soft words to Rusher before heading into the depths of the hall. He always did get antsy with unfamiliar people and like any warhorse had a tendency to express that with a steel-shod hoof to the face if care wasn't taken. The mages might have some way of dealing that that past the normal but she wasn't going to take any chances.<br><br>The sitting room was a surprise though and drew an arched brow as they entered, a small nod towards those inside as she walked in and made her way towards one of the seats. <em>Really? No tea or coffee? A little crass for a guild in a setting like this.</em> "Thank you Archmage, Mage Otto. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." She sat as indicated, settling in the seat gingerly and trying to do her best not to get any of the chain snagged on the fine upholstery. Armor really wasn't meant for such fine chairs.<br><br>There wasn't a trace of shock crossing her face at the news though, just a small inclination of a nod as if it had been expected. "Yes, we suspected as much. It had come up in our discussions while pondering just the course of action to take with this although I wouldn't say more than one god being involved was expected at least as far as the creation or direct relation of it was concerned. It is a small amulet formed from the pieces each of us had when we ran into each other a few days ago." Her words were clear and simple with the amulet pulled out if she had been entrusted to carry it the entire way or a small wave of her hand towards whoever had taken it from her after she had held it for the night.<br><br>"As for my questions they are fairly straightforward at the moment although I doubt the answers will be as simple as I'd like. What is the amulet? What does it do? What gods are involved in it? What could have split such a thing? And what business of the gods does this portend for the realm such that it would attract the attention of the Archmage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 20:48:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enastril Rixxle<br><strong>Class:</strong> Fighter/Mage<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 9, 577 CY<br><strong>Location: </strong> Free City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong> None<br><br><hr><br>'Well me' he said once the introductions were made and then the men spoke. He noted the quietness of the dwarves but noted that Aldebranche was not so quiet. He smiled as the man spoke. 'Well met, and yes, to say that we have questions is an understatement really, and while we had surmised that perhaps we had attracted the attention of a divinity or two, your words seem to confirm that, although I am not sure that gives me any additional confidence. Generally I do not see the mortals getting mixed up in the plots of the gods to be beneficial on the mortal end of the spectrum, but I guess we shall see' he said.<br><br>'I will add on to my friend's questions. Who else knows about this, and are those that would come after it, hoping to take it or spirit it away for some purpose that does not fit the purpose that the interested gods have in it?' the elf asked. Those questions to him were very pertinent. Rarely did the awakening of such an item, with such powerful potential sponsors, go unnoticed. If some divinities noticed, what would stop others, and their followers from noticing and deciding to get involved in the action?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Chosen of Greyhawk -- Primary RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annisthyrienne</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 03:49:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brennisen Miller.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Ranger.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Patchwall, 8, 577 CY, pre-dawn.<br><strong>Location: </strong>In camp, just outside of Greyhawk.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Brennisen listened to the others’ questions as they each took their turn asking what they would.&nbsp; But to her, one question burned in her mind.&nbsp; She knew, of course, that Kirien and others had strong beliefs when it came to the gods that supposedly ruled every aspect of the natural world and the races within it.&nbsp; But to the ranger, the business of the gods, whatever they were up to, was none of her business.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew there was more to life than just what she encountered in the natural world.&nbsp; That there was a world beyond the physical was just something she understood to be the case.&nbsp; But she didn’t spend much time worrying about it.&nbsp; She figured she’d find out about it when she shrugged off her physical body.&nbsp; Until then, she had other things to think about. <br><br>But be that as it may, though she respected the beliefs of her friends and of others who chose to believe such things, she couldn’t help the thought that kept running through her mind.&nbsp; “Excuse me, but what business have the gods with the likes of us?&nbsp; I mean, they are gods, and we are…well, not gods.&nbsp; We’re not even great archmages or grand wizards.&nbsp; No offense to my companions, of course.&nbsp; I will pledge to do whatever I can to help my friends.&nbsp; But for my part, it will be to help them, not to get mixed up in the doings of gods who think we can somehow do what gods cannot do themselves.”<br>
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