The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&D 5th ed IC thread)
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				Title: <strong>The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-02-2019, 09:46:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; The mid-spring is relatively cool in these parts; a breeze chases patches of cloud across the sky above Yelmed, and brings a hint of chill, enough so that the warmer inclined have not yet shed their coats in the early and late hours of the day. After the flurry of activity to plant in the fresh spring ground, the farmers are given small leeway to enjoy the warmer weather. Just under a month ago, the thresholds of every house displayed a bowl filled with flat bread, salted meat, pretty stones, bird feathers, even a few silver coins: a welcoming gift to the Pale King, who returns to sit on his throne in spring and summer. In half a years time, the display will be repeated, this time for his brother, the Dark King, who takes the throne through autumn and winter.<br><br>&nbsp; Now it is market day, the scene has been slowly growing with each week as more and more people find produce for their stalls. Today a full half of the square is occupied, stalls loaded with spring crops: sparrow grass, leafy cabbages, and dwarf pairs, the latter so named for it squat shape. Also duck and old hare dangle in the sun, smoked, salted or pickled. Only desperate traders hawk snake fish this early, the catch are tiny and haven't yet had time to mature in flavour either. There is still a little wine left from last harvest, and small kegs of beer are available, alongside all manner of tools, everything the villagers need for their daily tasks whilst Nemri the flower girl has stalked the hillsides for the first colours of spring. For those seeking something more exotic there is limited selection of spices, annatto seeds and saffron, but they will cost a hefty amount of silver, as will the single bottle of dwarven brandy Orlin has somehow managed to secure.<br><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile, amid the usual village gossip, there is also talk of the price of iron being set to drop as the dwarves recently found a vein of ore as wide as the Shajpi River. Even if this is true, a small village like Yelmed will be unlikely to be effected much, maybe one can spare a couple of silver in weeks to come, but for the kingdoms and courts of the land, one can only guess. There have also been sightings of a wind hound on the northern plains, fierce creature from the Feywild infused with elemental power, these fast and precise predators hunt alone, but are said to be loyal companions to any who can tame them. However, none of that seems to really hold the attention of the villagers, as the elven visitor is the topic of choice. Wearing the silken slash of the Royal Court, she rode in on a thoroughbred riding horse in the early hours, and left a message pinned to the village post. On thick, fine parchment in silver ink, with large, precise letters, it reads in Elven:<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em> By decree of the Royal Court of Arashalu, the bandit known as Grey Eyes, who has pillaged the Frax-side Trade Road and kidnapped two of the Royal Court’s own Snow Rangers, is to be brought before the throne of the crowned Prince Tolvegac the Erudite, to answer for his crimes against the elves and other people of this land.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>To those who would do this service, the Royal Court offers the following compensation:<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>300 silver coins for the Grey Eyes’s head, 500 for the man alive<br><br>250 silver coins for the safe return of each Snow Ranger and their equipment, 50 for their corpses provided their equipment is intact<br><br>10 silver coins for the head of each bandit slain beyond the Grey Eyes<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Durothil Elaric, Manciple of the Royal Court</em></span><br><br><br>&nbsp; For added impact, the parchment was pinned in place by an elvish dagger, elegant craftsmanship, a thin blade of polished steel, a woven net sprouting leaves serving as a hand guard, with a pommel of bright amber. A foolish choice, as by noon it is gone and someone had to find an iron spike to replace it. Many people wonder at the strange script, but enough of the villager can read elven that soon the gist of the message spreads through Yelmed like wildfire. By early afternoon, half the village is wondering what they could do with a potential total of over a thousand silver coins, though few are in any position to march out and seek this Grey Eyes. Some of the village militia are tempted however.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Anyone familiar with elven culture</div><div class="spoiler_body">For elves, “Grey Eyes” is a very mildly derogatory term for a human, a counter point to the more offensive “Glow Eyes” humans, and sometimes dwarves, use to refer to elves, which comes from a belief that elven eyes glow in the dark.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-02-2019, 11:02:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div>Erin was in the markets, he watched the traffic and overall action of trade happening. He felt happy that he had played his own part helping local traders and crafters get goods and tools they needed and some products he had brought on recent trade trip were in market as well. However part of his agreement with his father he is during this season home, at least a month, before he sets on road again.<br><br>However the peaceful routine changes as elven messenger arrives and delivers it's message. Erin reads it and he is quite bit surprised on the bounty on this 'Grey Eyes', assuming term indicate likely a human bandit but also being bandit's name? Also what surprised him more was that this bandit had taken two snow rangers captive. Indicating how powerful the bandit is; as snow rangers aren't exactly easy to catch off guard and most of all; <em>why</em> bandit had captured two snow rangers?<br><br><em>"It does not make any sense whatsoever."</em><br><br>Albeit finding it odd, none the less soon the bounty was the talk all over Yelmed. Several military folk considered to go hunt, if not find Grey Eyes itself, the other bandits would bring nice additional income to anyone. Erin then decides to go visit his father at Bel-Hubal's residence, coming through the door he calls out; "Father, do you have a moment to talk?" Erin may be thinking perhaps something stupidly bold, but considering he had felt bit restless being stuck in village for while now the idea of hunting bandits sounds exciting! More so as he had faced them before. But he cannot boldly head out without at least talking with father about it and see can he help organize party of bandit hunters to come along with Erin. Who is familiar with local landscape and if indeed this Grey Eyes had moved to their area it can mean a serious trouble to the trade coming in and out from Yelmed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 01:29:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br>Nephie was up late that day, as she usually was. Partly, it was due to her tendency, as a goblin, to be somewhat nocturnal, but mostly, it was due to laziness. Or, as she would have put it, a well deserved rest. Her various hidden stores of provisions had, after all, lasted her all through winter, with a comfortable surplus, though a lot of that was due to Viola's help in preparing them so that they wouldn't spoil. This meant that she could take it relatively easy and let her usual prey recover for a while. That and try to see what fun could be had around the village. Or what trouble she could get into, depending on one's point of view. And there was some interesting trouble brewing these days, it seemed. Her large ears caught rumours easily and those led her to the note pinned to the village post. Bandits and rangers, royal elves and rewards. Now, that seemed like a nice bit of trouble to get into, she thought to herself as she chewed on a snatched bit of smoked fish, and she wasn't unaccustomed to hunting bandits. But this was obviously bigger than the rabble she usually had to contend with. As much as she would like to monopolize that reward, she would need others to watch her back. And she knew just who to ask.<br><br>"Mella!", Nephie called out as she entered the Donkey, her usual performance spot and their usual plot and plan their joint adventures. The few times when they bothered to plan, at least. More often it was where they came after an adventure to celebrate their triumphs. Or to celebrate their defeats. "Come over here, I've got something to talk about!", she added as she climbed up on a chair. To stand, of course, there weren't nearly enough people her size in the village for her to expect most furniture to accommodate her.&nbsp; Not that she paid it much though, not generally and especially not at this moment. She had the spark in her voice and in her eyes that said that she was thinking of something that someone, somewhere, would be sure to regret.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 11:50:04</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Mella just finished one of her stories and stepped of the stool and smiled as she heard Nephie called her "Good day to you, What adventure did you discover for us today?!" once Nephie climbed up on the chair she gave her little green friend a hug and waited for her to tell what she found and&nbsp; what adventure or trouble or mix of both they would get into. She&nbsp; had her usual warm smile on her face and her eyes&nbsp; had that similar gleam in her eyes when she was about to do something adventurous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 20:35:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br>Mella's hug was warm. And their height difference meant that Nephie's head was pushed right into... No, this wasn't the time. After lingering just a bit, Nephie gently pushed Mella off, to find the gleam of adventure gleaming in her eyes. This would be an easily sell, she knew. Mella looked about ready to jump on any bit of excitement that came her way. "Bandits!", Nephie exclaimed loudly. "Seems that one of 'em stepped on some bigshot elvie's toes and grabbed some rangers or something. We find 'em get 'em back, get the leader too and we'll be rolling on silver! Plus we get to get rid of a lot of bandits too!" Nephie was grinning at that. The was no love lost when it came to her and bandits. Petty theft, sure, she was fine with and indulged in frequently, especially when its target deserved it, but indiscriminate armed robbery and the... nastier stuff that bandits did? That was well over the line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 22:14:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div>Today was a very odd market day, all things considered. Quite out of the ordinary by Allia's standards. For one she had the day off from her normal job so she was able to help her family set up their stand and put out their wares. She may not be much for work on the farm, but she couldn't mess up this sort of work too badly, and her time in the magic shop had taught her good presentation of merchandise. This also gave her the added bonus of spending some quality time with her family where she didn't feel like she was getting in their way.&nbsp; Her brothers and sisters, her aunts and uncles, cousins, mother and father, they were all always so busy with farm life that spending time with them and not feeling like she was slowing them down or getting in their way was rare. It was why she enjoyed market days where she was off from work, as rarely as that happened. Market day tended to coincide with payday, so more often than not it was all hands on deck at her job as well. But every now and then she manages to get it off and spend the morning setting up the stand with her family. So already today was a rare day, but it was about to come a mythical one.<br><br>Of all things to come into town, a royal messenger! and it didn't take long for the young halfling girl to hear of the job they had posted, or the shocking value of the reward. <em>with even a fraction of that coin...</em> she pondered to herself. <em>I could start a sizable savings effort towards some of the pricier magic materials...</em> A wry and somewhat self-abasing smile crept to her face <em>granted it is probably more likely I blow it all on books...Besides one little self taught mage isn't going to beable to handle a gang of bandits that caught royal rangers...</em><br><br><br>She stopped in her work as a thought struck her. "But...3 spellcasters might..." she mumbled to herself. <br><br>"Eh? What was that?" Keith, the next oldest child after she asked. looking up from the crate he had just cracked open. <br><br>"Oh? Nothing. Look, I just remembered something important I've got to do today. I'll catch up later!" <br><br>Before anyone could protest she zipped off as fast as her legs could carry her. Like a silver little blur, the fair-haired maiden weaved through the marketplace, eyes darting here and there hoping to catch a glimpse of Simonette or Vanessë. This was probably stupid, crazy even. Chances where that her friend would be more likely to talk her out of it than to agree to her idea...but still. This could be a chance to have a real adventure!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 04:09:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>The lesson with Soveliss this morning had been particularly grueling.&nbsp; Vanessë had just completed learning the twelfth routine of bladesinging just last week.&nbsp; They formed the foundation of elvish art that combined martial, magical skill into a performative art where the practitioner sang her magic while weaving a balletic dance among her opponents.&nbsp; The discipline of coordinating the mind and body in such a manner required intense focus and was extremely taxing; the elf maiden may have learned the movements and the songs, but she was by no means a master, and lacked sufficient control to imbue her singing with the full magical potency.&nbsp; And her master demanded that she practice performing all twelve routines.&nbsp; Back-to-back.&nbsp; Non-stop.&nbsp; Twice.<br><br><em>I wonder how many other apprentices need to take a bath after practice</em>, she mused as she stood to step out of the bathtub, and grabbed a towel to wrap around her slender figure.&nbsp; Certainly, there were magical means to clean up afterwards, but she enjoyed the soothing effects of soaking in hot water.&nbsp; Now if only she knew a spell to detangle and dry hair afterwards.&nbsp; <em>Oh well, that's what combs are for</em>, she sighed as she slid one through her long dark hair to work out the tangles.&nbsp; Satisfied with that labor, she picked up a book that Allia had lent her to pass the time as her hair dried, <em>The Perils of Penelope Rosewhistler,</em> she furrowed her brow at the title, <em>Well I promised I'd let her know what I think of it</em>.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Wearing only a simple dress, with a light shaw thrown around her shoulders to ward off the wind chill, Vanessë still managed to strike an elegant figure even with her nose buried in a book as she was often seen while walking.&nbsp; Villagers awaiting to see her trip on the path or walk into a tree while doing so are still waiting, although she has stumbled and fallen over before from collisions with her book club friends.<br><br>She was still reading as she reached the market.&nbsp; The story was also reaching a very colorfully described scene, causing her to blush with an, "oh my," as she quickly shut the book as if to prevent anyone else from seeing the text she had just read.&nbsp; At that moment, she spied familiar blonde tresses belonging to a 3'8" bundle of enthusiasm weaving through the crowds.&nbsp; The look she saw on Allia's face when she spotted her made the elf groan inwardly, wondering what scheme her halfling friend had come up with this time....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 07:36:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Market day! It was one of Onette's favorite days, where she was freed from most inn chores during the light hours. She bore a wicker basket in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other, covered in her mother's chickenscratch handwriting.<strong> "Pears, cherries if they have them... A bag of nails... Oh! Hellethy went to the mill so don't need to worry about the flour... Uhm..."</strong> Onette raised up on her toes, trying to scan over heads and shoulders for some other items on her mother's list. <em><strong>"Aha!"</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Onette was haggling with one of the merchants for a few nutmeg kernels when Allia caught up to her. Onette was so busy trying to distract the merchant with "subtle" alluring postures (which he seemed immune to, being a married man with more interest in silver...) that at first she didn't notice the halfling, until she tugged Onette's skirts (or something.)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Hey! Watch your...!"</strong> she whirled, ready to slap someone who woudl be well above the halfling's height.<strong> "Oh! Oh, sorry, Allia! You alright, you look flushed? Huh?"</strong> She turned back to the merchant and sighed, <strong>"One minute, Pie,"</strong> she used the nickname she had given Allia for some reason, and coins and nutmeg kernels changed hands, then she looked back, and slightly down. <strong>"What's got you riled up?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 14:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br>Mella&nbsp; grinned and picked up&nbsp; Nephie and helped her&nbsp; to&nbsp; the ground&nbsp; "Come on we should go find&nbsp; Vanesse first and then Allia , Onnette , and&nbsp; Erin. Yes I am quite sure they will be great for this endeavor!" She then took hold of her her tiny friends hand and moved fast enough to not drag her along.<br><br>She weaved her way through the crowds of the markets knowing her friends would likely be out an about shopping and such. She held onto Nephie's hand fairly tight just so the y did not get separated, In her haste and excitement in looking through the&nbsp; for Vanesse she found her but not the way she hoped and bumped into her elven friend and since she was not paying close attention and moving swiftly&nbsp; she&nbsp; tripped over the&nbsp; leg of someone in the crowd and went stumbling into the back of&nbsp; the poor unsuspecting Vanesse and she barely managed&nbsp; to get out a suprised " Ah"&nbsp; as she was now mid fall set to land on Vanesse due to her haste and carelessness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 19:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div> It looked liked Mella had a plan, which was good! Mella always had been the one to figure out how to do whatever wild thing Nephie came up with, though she didn't always understand them. "The... book club? And that fancy caravan guy?",&nbsp; she asked, confused. "Do you really think they'd be up to it? And... you know... helpful? Or..." She grinned. "Do you just want to put a bunch of cute girls in harm's way right where we can save them?" She happily took Marie's hand as they headed out, her goblin-born quickness allowing her to keep up with surprising ease. That was, until they bumped right into one of their quarry. Very literally, as Mella tripped and started falling head first into her. Nephie quickly moved between to catch her friend, just before remembering that she was neither particularly big nor particularly strong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 19:55:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Villagers in Telmud have marveled that Vanessë's regal bearing seemed utterly immune to protruding tree roots, weather, fawning gentlemen, or even small children and animals who always seem to get underfoot for everyone else.&nbsp; Villagers have also marveled that when it comes to the book club, her regal immunity appears to face immediate cancellation, the way a silvered weapon bites easily into a werewolf whereas the finest of weapon craftsmanship would otherwise not.<br><br>This was one of those moments.&nbsp; The elf maiden was distracted, observing Allia a half dozen stalls away enthusiastically tugging at Onnette's skirt, and now found herself sprawled on the ground, her book flying from her hands, and skidding a few paces away, a hasty Mella sprawled on top of her.&nbsp; "Mella, Nephie," she acknowledged in greeting as she lifted her head from the ground.&nbsp; She used to give stern admonitions when this happened.&nbsp; Now she had grown used to it, and was resigned to this being a part of her village existence.&nbsp; I appear to have mis-identified the immediate threat in the vicinity," she commented with a calm incongruous to her now disheveled condition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 21:14:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div>Allia was indeed flushed, and slightly breathless by the time she managed to find her friend, and perhaps a tad bit over excited. All this ultimately culminating in an inability to form words to acquire her friend attention, so she thoughtlessly gave Onette's skirt a tug. SHe should have thought better of that, knowing Onette, her reaction really wasn't surprising. Allia was just glad she was the size she was if there had been anything but empty air to meet Onette's eyes as she had swirled around so she would have probably caught a slap in the cheek before he friend had the chance to register who had been behind her. <br><br>She gave Onette a nod and a hand wave, approving her finishing her business with the merchant. Allowing her to catch her breath. The keeping a magic shop, with a primary side hobby of magical studies and book reading didn't exactly make for the best sprinting conditioning. She fanned herself and began to re-piece her composure by the time Onette was done making her transaction. "Have you heard about the bounty the royal messenger posted this morning? The reward is substantial!" from there, she looked left and right conspiratorially and then leaned up on her tiptoes to bring her as close to a easy whispering distance to the half-elf as possible, knowing her friend didn't like to advertise her own skills at magic "I thought, well maybe three maidens who happened to be spellcasters would be able to catch the bandits off guard. You, Vanessë, and I may have the best chance to actually get everyone they want alive for the maximum reward." <br><br>"Its a thought, we just need to find Vene-" She heard a commotion further down the street, gentle surprise and murmurs. She crouched down lower to pier between the shifting sea of legs and caught glimpses of a familiare raven haried beauty on the ground. "I...think I found her, looks like she ran into Mella...and..."She squinted. "I think nephie migh have gotten sandwhiched between them? I see a spot of green."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 01:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br>Mella shook her head when Nephie spook of getting all the girls and&nbsp; getting them captured so we could rescue them " No silly this will be perfect inspiration for the gift I wanted to do for the girls and write a story about them and give them each a copy of the first printing!"<br><br>Mella smiled and blushed as she lifted her self up and dusted her self off of&nbsp; &nbsp;Vanessë and extended her hand "Sorry&nbsp; I knocked you over, I got really excited when I heard the knews of the bounty for a bandit and they reward for rescuing&nbsp; some snow rangers. We should try it with all other girls&nbsp; and Erin since he has had some experience with bandits I think.&nbsp; Come lets put that training we got from Soveliss to good use!" she gave Vanessë a pleading and excited look&nbsp; as she waited to hear her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 01:41:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>Nephie hadn't particularly planned to be squashed between the too taller girls, but she wasn't very much complaining either. Even after Mella had gotten up and off of the pair, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to get off of Vanessë herself. "Hi, Vanie!", she called, looking up from where she laid. "Just like Mella said, we're off to kill some bandits, maybe rescue some elfie rangers and get lots of silver. Mella thinks you'd be useful too, so I guess you can have a share if you join us!"&nbsp; She noticed, then, through the crowd, Allia, one of the few girls in the village both around her age and around her size, and gave a big wave, both at her and for her to come over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 02:54:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Vanessë reached up to accept the hand that Mella had extended to her, when she realized that there was still a small, playful goblin lying on top of her.&nbsp; Pushing herself up on one side, she sought to gently roll Nephie off of her before taking Mella's hand to stand up, "Thank you Mella, and don't worry about it.&nbsp; I was preparing to prevent a potential collision with Allia.&nbsp; I sort of feel like I'd start to miss it if someone didn't crash into me every month or so," she held up a finger and quickly added, "no, that's not license to keep doing so."&nbsp; Wiping the dirt from her dress, she sighed, maybe I should take my baths in the evening, she thought to herself.<br><br>She struggled to keep up with the excited prater from both girls, she managed to gather something about a bandit bounty and rescuing captured snow rangers.&nbsp; She arched an eyebrow, "Is this a good idea?&nbsp; It's all good that we enjoy reading about it, but how many of us have actually faced the danger of combat?"<br><br>But even as her more rational side was conversing with her friends, inside, she was getting excited at the prospect.&nbsp; Isn't this the sort of thing I've been training for all these years?&nbsp; It was a chance to put their magic to the test and prove themselves; perhaps Master Soveliss would see how she has progressed and concede that she was ready to set out in her own right!<br><br>She added, belying the caution in what she was saying earlier, "I ... I would need a bow, and maybe a sword also, but with my allowance, I'm unable to afford those by myself at the moment...."&nbsp; She barely perceptibly blushed (and anyone who knows her only as the calm ice-princess would certainly not have noticed), because much of her allowance beyond living expenses had gone to book purchases.&nbsp; Perhaps she should have invested more in preparing for adventure.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC concerning Vanessë's equipment</div><div class="spoiler_body">My only attack cantrip is <em>Green Flame Blade</em> which I could use with my dagger, but would be more effective with a shortsword (which I can just barely afford, as I have 10gp).&nbsp; But I'd be more effective if I could get a shortbow or even better, a longbow (as fitting apprenticeship with Soveliss, my build is more reliant on weapons to inflict hit point damage), if any of you have extra gold I could borrow?<br><br>Also, if our goal is to try to take the bandits alive, I'll be preparing<em> Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em> and <em>Sleep</em>.&nbsp; Think about how that can fit into our plans.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 10:46:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Onette's brows went up at talk of a bounty, and she leaned down so Allia could whisper at her pointed ear. <strong>"Wait... bandits? You think..."</strong> She looked from Pie's earnest face, then over to the commotion with Vanesse and Mella and Nephie... <strong>"Us, against bandits? That sounds really dangerous..."</strong> She chewed her lip, then let her eyes sliiiide back to Allia with an impish smile.<strong> "My mother will have my butt on a platter if she ever hears such talk, you know... but i can get her sword, and something like that...?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Come on, let's go talk to them,"</strong> and Onette's hand sought out Allia's, twining her fingers with the halfling's and drawing her along towards Vana, Mella, and Nephie. <strong>"Maybe we should bring those two along too, you think?"</strong> She asked Alia, before arriving to the tangle of girls. "hello Nephie and, uhm, Mella." She reached out to help Vana sweep some dirt off her dress. <strong>"Sounds like you three have the same idea we did."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 21:53:18</strong>
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				Allia gave a weak wave and a somewhat apprehensive smile back at Nephia. Were they interested in the same thing she was? Gathering up a crew and going after the bandits. If so it did make sense to have the most formally trained mage in town along. The wave also gave her the impression that they may be interested in having her and Onette along as well. She was...unsure how to feel about that. Her personal history with Nephia wasn't bad, so to speak...so much as she had a deeply ingrained feeling that adventures she took with Nephia tended to end poorly for herself. on the other hand, if anyone in her age range had real experience with dealing with bandits besides Erin, it would be Nephia. She looked back at Onette, waiting on her reply, having her long term close friend aboard would probably do a lot to ease her feelings on the matter.<br><br>The young halfling's silvery eyes all but literally sparkled as Onette said she could grab her mother's sword. One friend in, she just needed to convince the other one. At a minimum, they could go out and see if they could find the villains.&nbsp; There was every chance that they wouldn't be able to find the hide-out or arrive there only to decided to turn back after getting a look at the odds. But still, she wanted to at least go out and try! She did her best to keep up with Onette's much longer steps, her hand tightly and excitedly gripping hers a somewhat giddy smile stuck on her face.&nbsp; "So...are we actually going to do this? If so, I should probably go get my focus and magic supplies." she looked to Vanessë and added "I suggest having the materials for the ritual casting of floating disk. It will probably be the easiest way to return with what the bounty specified without having to try and sneak a whole wagon upon the bandits."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 00:52:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>Nephie easily let herself be rolled off of Vanessë, scrambling to her feet as soon as she hit the ground to help her elven friend up from behind, while Mella was helping her from the front. "See?", she said to Mella when Vanessë expressed doubt. "Even Vanie doesn't think this is a good idea." But it was already too late, it seemed. Already, she could see in Vanessë eyes and those of the approaching girls that the spark of adventure had been ignited and, well, she could never resist girls with eyes like that. She laughed and ran to Allia, then around her to hug her from behind. "Alright, Mella, it looks like you've got your book club after all. I just hope that they'll hold their weight. So what's your plan next, then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 06:50:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; A group of the younger and more impulsive members of Yelmed find themselves in an impromptu meeting in the middle of the market. There could however be more to this than naive confidence and a desire for adventure, despite their age they number among the most capable in the village. The five of them are attracting several stares, and a few guess their intentions. <em>“Careful girls, don't let the thought of silver blind you,</em>” an old woman nods sagely, whilst another is more enthusiastic <em>“Don't forget your friends, when your pockets are heavy with elven silver,”</em>. Other simply snap, <strong>“Out of the way! Quit gawking!”</strong> though there's no true venom in the words, the market isn't that packed, their presence only a mild inconvenience to the other villagers.<br><br>&nbsp; Erin meanwhile heads home, one of the better constructions of the village featuring several elven touches, including the red tiles of the roof and the east facing porch. His mother is not present, no doubt off visiting one of her animals, but he finds his father in the study, composing a letter, but he puts aside the parchment and quill when Erin enters. “Yes son, what is the matter?” The headman of Yelmed does not appear to know yet of the royal messenger's appearance. Whilst Delnir keeps abreast of things, he is rarely the first to know about anything in the village. He would have found out about it in good time, or now in this case, when his son tells him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 07:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div>Erin arrives to his home, not surprised not seeing mother there as during day she is often busy with animals. Inside he finds his father and not wanting interupt him much from work he goes to the point; "Father, a royal messenger from courts of Arashalu visited the market and left public notice in there. It's bounty notice for bandit known as Grey Eyes, he is charged with pillaging Frax-side Trade Road and kidnapping two snow rangers. Order is to bring him alive to the throne of the crowned Prince Tolvegac the Erudite.<br><br>The bounty is three hundred silvers Grey Eyes dead, five hundred if brought in alive. Additional silver rewards for the kidnapped snow rangers, whether alive or dead if their eguiptment is intact. There is additional ten silver reward for each dead bandit beyond Grey Eyes.<br><br>The bounty is talk of the village at the moment, as if you capture Grey Eyes and bring snow rangers alive that's thousand silvers in total. Even many among militia consider participate in the hunt. Considering if this criminal is loose in area, it can lead serious trouble if he bands loose group of bandits together as leader figure or otherwise trouble the area. So we cannot ignore the man, even if there would not be bounty involved. So I am asking your blessing for me to go hunt Grey Eyes and the bandits in local area and would be glad any aid you can provide for the task."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 14:29:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; Delnir gestures to the seat opposite his desk, but is not too surprised when his son decides not to take it. "A thousand silver? That is quite the amount. Not for courts, but for anyone here, or the village itself, if those who manage to bring the bandits to justice are feeling generous. Hmmm, the Frax-side road? Not too important, it runs along the mountains, good place for a bandit to hang out, the Court cannot send their cavalry to clear it like they would others, they'd have to send their snow rangers, which is exactly what happened by the sound of it. I agree though, the bandits should be taken care of. The Frax-side trade road is a good day's travel away from here, but it is used some of the farmers to reach Tilka, and there is always the danger of the bandits spreading or growing in numbers. To say nothing of the good graces this could earn our village with the Court,"<br><br>&nbsp; The headman of Yelmed stands, "But I cannot let you go alone, nor do I imagine that is how you envisioned doing it. So let me hear your plan for dealing with the bandits. Will you take some from the militia with you? We can spare them for a few days, and the Captain may even welcome them getting some practical experience, he seems to feel another goblin war but a few months away. I had better go and speak to him though, we can't have several small groups running off, what we do must be coordinated, we can only hope they will listen,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 15:48:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div>Erin listens his father's commentary and ideas and he nods and replies; "I agree we should not have multiple groups but rather few organized ones. True I did not plan go alone. I was thinking there could be two groups; one which is led by militia mostly, those which do want go for hunting and numbers wise do not leave village compromised, in case of larger bandit attack to village itself.<br><br>Another group would be made mostly by volunteers, the most skilled and gifted in village youths as no doubt many of them would want to go hunt. Better combine youths to single group than them split up and getting into trouble, as even without bandits local wilderness is not completely safe and most beasts avoid larger groups of people. Some would say leave youths completely out, but doing so can lead some youths sneaking out even against the orders. Also before youths are selected we inspect them and check do they have skills which would help in the hunt.<br><br>I lead the group as I got experience with bandits before, but would welcome a militia or two with me as well for added protection and aid for the youths. So I could go public outside and inform I lead general volunteers group while militia does it's own organizing. Ideally after a day groups do depart and militia could borrow some weapons and armor from our armory to volunteers as well so they do not join hunt unprepared and lacking in gear. I am sure youths families cover any travel supplies. I would discuss with militia captain about where our group heads and where militia led group goes, so we cover the ground and do not accidentally mistake one another in the dark and attack each other. As this sort expedition can take few days."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 20:54:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Vanessë sought to usher her friends to the edge of the marketplace where they wouldn't be obstructing traffic and where they could converse without the entire village overhearing them.&nbsp; This took them past the village post where she saw the decree of bounty herself.&nbsp; "Amusing," she observed dryly, "they didn't even bother to provide a translation in Tullok."&nbsp; How typical of her people, she thought to herself; this spoke volumes to the sort of people they expected or desired to answer the call.&nbsp; When time would come to collect the reward, she'd be tempted to give all the credit to Nephie, just to see the reactions at the Elven Court.&nbsp; She also arched an eyebrow at the "Grey Eyes."&nbsp; Now that could refer to almost anyone.&nbsp; Did this guy call himself by that name?&nbsp; Well, in any case, if he was pillaging a trade road and capturing Snow Rangers, he had to be stopped.<br><br>She had nodded, echoing Nephie's question, "What do we know of that area and do we have a plan?&nbsp; And are we sure the militia won't be taking care of this?" she reasoned, then just as calmly added, "We should make haste with our preparations so that we can get to the bandits before the militia does."<br><br>To Allia, she responded, "Sadly I haven't had time to learn the Floating Disk ritual yet, remember?&nbsp; Master Soveliss has been drilling me almost non-stop on the art of casting while dancing.&nbsp; You'll have to handle that department.&nbsp; I, however, can provide some illusory support, or charm and sleep enchantments that may help in taking the bandit leader alive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 01:46:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Excellent," Delnir slaps his hands together, suddenly warming to the idea. "This will be a good test for you son, as I have long wished for you to one day become headman of this village, and now, for the first time, I dare to hope it will actually happen. You have a problem, and you want to solve it. You will find however that similar to your father the headman, you have no real authority, and must convince people to follow your ideas. You are not a king or prince who can decree. Your idea to limit groups is a good idea, though I question whether two is a good idea, surely one is enough? However, on the issue of bandit hunting, I will acknowledged your superior expertise. So go and deal with this problem, show the people of Yelmed that you have the skills to replace me one day. I give you my blessing son, but do be careful. The Court of Arashalu is not in the habit of offering a thousand silver bounty for a bandit. At best, they are worried, especially about their rangers. At worst, they know yet have chosen not to reveal it. You will need your wits about you at all time, to make sure you and everyone else returns safely,"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 08:03:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div>Erin sighs as his father starts talk about this being test and him becoming headman and he interjects during it; "Father, it's still years off for me becoming headman, so do not get too excited about it. I am doing this for safety of my home like any sensible man would do. Bounty of course is nice bonus though." On rest part he listened and he nodded and replied; "I agree there's something more to this what it appears to be, I questioned that why bandit would kidnap two snow rangers first place? Normal snow rangers do die in line of duty for the courts, so I presume there's something more to the snow rangers to bandit even consider a kidnapping and blackmail ploy. Or situation itself is something else than it appears. But we have to act what information has been given for us now.<br><br>In regards two groups it depends also on how many will go for the hunt. If only few then we will form a single group. But if a lot people join in, then two groups allow cover more ground in the area. Anyways I will go make the announcement and I promise get everyone back safely, doing my best." <br><br>If father has nothing further to add Erin departs from the house and heads into markets, there are still people trafficking there. Erin moves to climb high vantage point in market square and he shouts in loud clear voice; <strong>"Villagers, merchants, traders and militia! By blessing and permission from headsman I am forming and organizing bandit hunting parties who are going after Grey Eyes and rescue snow rangers! All interested parties who are young adult in age or above it must come to militia barracks, further details are shared in there!"</strong><br><br>Once Erin had shouted he climbs down, starting head directly to militia barracks where he needs meet with militia captain and discuss what he is planning. He trusts the villagers as usual will spread news like wildfire and so there's no need for him to stay in the market square and repeat what he has just told. Also to check can militia armory afford some gear and supplies for the hunt as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>05-03-2019, 10:01:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Onette tried to herd the group out of the middle of the market with little pats and nudges with her shopping basket. Less because they were being a nuisance, more because she didn't want word getting back to mother if someone overheard. <strong>"I was thinking,"</strong> she spoke in a loud whisper to Vanie once they were out of the crowd, <strong>"That we could each just gather up what we need, and meet up tonight. Get a head start before anyone notices we're..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She trailed off when Erin appeared and made his announcement. Her nose crinkled and the points of her ears drooped slightly. The way the young man just assumed authority rankled her a little. And it seemed to throw a wrench into her plans of an adventurous excursion to prove her and her friends' derring-do. ...And of avoiding her mother's notice...&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"...Unless we want to play tag-along with him, I guess."</strong> She made a wanking motion low in the air, with a sidelong glance at Vanesse and just the <em>tiniest</em> of smirks. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked from Vanie down to Nephie, then to Pie, and finally Mella. Then back to Pie, who she rather liked looking at. <em>She's so fluffy...</em>. <strong>"Personally <em>I</em> like the sneaking-out-the-window plan. But, if we're in this, I guess we should decide."</strong> Onette&nbsp; bit her lip and fiddled with her basket.<strong> "I mean... I... <em>guess</em> the militia would have some useful stuff, so we're not going out with, I don't know, pots on our heads."</strong> A quick smile at Nephie, for entirely no reason at all, right? <em>Right</em> ...Right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>05-03-2019, 14:57:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>Nephie stuck out her tongue at the assembled crowds. What she did with her silver and her friends, she felt, was her own business. "Yeah. Noble elfies all forgetting that the rest of us can't understand their weird, fancy language." She grinned at Vanessë. "Not you, though. But your language's still weird." She had to pause when Erin started to speak above the crowds. "Well, it looks like someone's trying to get the militia to do something about it.", she said, with an annoyance apparently shared with Onette. Erin usually meant well, she supposed, but he always seemed too... stuffy for her tastes. "I've never needed any militia to fight bandits before.", she said. "If you all want to go play pretend soldiers, then fine. But I'd rather go with 'Nette's plane." She returned the inn girl's smile. "Out the window with pots on our heads, right? Bandits will never know what hit them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 04:08:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; The appearance of the headman's son, climbing atop an unused crate to address the crowd, is certainly a surprising turn of events. When he starts talking, several in the crowd snicker to one another, with one elven boy calling out in a halting, shy voice, <strong>“Still a little short. Try another boxes!”</strong> perhaps after some prompting from an older family member. Erin's words however soon find many a sympathetic ear amongst the market goers and stall keepers. The blessing of his father for this endeavour helps, but the half-elf is also known as a lad who can get things done himself, and has his own experience clashing with bandits on his numerous stints travelling alongside a caravan. His short appeal wins the crowd over, and puts a stop to any true considerations of an independent expedition to go after the bandits beyond idle fantasy. With that done, the half-elf departs to speak with Captain Rowan.<br><br>&nbsp; Perhaps though, to say <em>"all such thought"</em> is an overstatement. The truly young and truly talented members of the village are not so easily swayed. But their plans for grandeur and wealth have hit a snag. They can go along with Erin and his posse of the town's militia, and split the reward and put up with possibly being treated like baggage or attack dogs, but enjoy some safety and equipment. Or they can throw caution to the wind and leave early, hoping to move faster than the other group, and sort everything out before they even show up with their wits and skill alone, claiming the noble's share of the silver. They have some time to mull their choice over yet, but will need to make a decision within the day.<br><br>&nbsp; Erin meanwhile approaches the single story, flat-roofed building that serves as Yelmed's barracks. Able to accommodate 36 with a bit of cramping, the area in front has been scoured of grass by countless stamping boots and hammered tent pegs from the few days each year where all guards, active and reserve, assemble for as many hours as Captain Rowan's intimidating manner can compel them to stay. They adopt formation, double file, triple file, lock shields into a wall, lowering spears, raise spears, and more, invariable to the entertainment of a curious village or three. Rowan is out of uniform, enjoying a fine lunch of aged goats cheese and pear with some cold nettle broth. Everyone calls him Captain Rowan, a reference to his previous rank serving the human nobility of House Tithrani, rather than any official from Yelmed. “Goodday Erin,” he nods over his bowl, “Heard about those bandits no doubt, thinking a few men could take them out. Mixed of the trained and reserves, give them some experience fighting together, against a real enemy. I agree, but who to lead them?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 08:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div>Erin moves to the barracks, seeing the familiar training fields where he himself as younger man trained couple years the arts of the blade and bow, along with basic military stragedy. The rest of his skills he trained himself and through experience he gained traveling on trade roads and rivers. He notices Captain Rowan, enjoying his lunch break. As he spoke about bandits he nods and replies; "Yes, I did read the note when it arrived and went talk with my father. Father agreed on my plan to gather all interested parties, both from militia and the youths with ambittion and talent, together and go hunting the bandit and other bandits in area, organize it so the village is still protected. I did announcement of this already in the marketplace, if I managed convince some youths they will be coming along shortly. I promised them that they get some supplies and gear from barracks armory for duration of the hunt, better the youths come along with trained militia and get armed properly than going out striking alone themselves and risk getting into trouble, get captured or killed by bandits or by local wildlife.<br><br>My father told me to take charge of the operation in regards leading the mixed troops in hunting the bandits. Unless yourself have better man or woman for the job in mind? Either way I myself will be joining the hunt as I am familiar with terrain and able possibly track the bandits thanks my past experience with them during my travels."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 14:12:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; “A small team would be best. Yelmed has at its disposal just shy of 20 trained guardsmen and over 40 who know how to hold a spear or swing a sword, but we cannot send them all, then the village would be left defenceless,” the Captain muses, “5 and 5, accompanied by you, and some of the village youth. No more than two of them though, I don't want them getting in the way. It should make for an effective unit thit way, scout, main force and even magical support. I would prefer a trained warmage, but this is how they start after all. That elven girl, the one being tutored by Solveliss, and...Allia, the hafling, they know some magic. We can spare them some armour and rations from our supplies, when they come. If they come,” Rowan nods, beginning to like the idea. He offers Erin a slive of pear, “But who to lead them? You are too young, and not familiar enough to men and women. I know your skill with the blade and bow, but it takes more than that to be a commander. Masota will lead, you can be her second,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 14:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div>Erin accepts the pear and replies; "I am fine with that, Masota leading and me being her second. We have just wait and see who show up and who not. Either way bandit and bandits need dealt with before they grow both in numbers and boldness."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 14:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br>Mella listened to Onette's Idea&nbsp; and&nbsp; Erin announcement as the moved through the crowd to get out of the center of the market place and off to the side, Well with Erin's way it would offer us more support&nbsp; and back up in case we get in over our heads, however we would miss an opportunity to make this our own&nbsp; achievement and not have to share the reward with the militia&nbsp; and the accolades. Lets not forget that lives also hang in the balance. Also if we strike out on our own at the same time as the militia but independently it will also give us a distraction to use to our advantage and spread the bandits thin on being able to devout all their resources against us.&nbsp; Though ultimately I will go with the group's decision cause either way we choose it's at least the path we forge together and will have great memories and forge our bonds of friendship even stronger!<br><br>Mella's eyes gleamed full of excitement and energy and she had her tell tale warm and friendly yet mischevious grin on her face, when she is ready to seek adventure and fun!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 18:48:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>"Isn't getting in over our heads half the fun, though?", Nephie replied with a laugh. "I say we go together right now and not worry about what any dull militia is doing. But I'm not going to force anything. If you all want join join or coordinate with the militia, then I'll go along, no problem. Or, well..." She got a mischevious grin. "Maybe a problem or two if anyone thinks they can order me around two much. But nothing you girls need to worry about, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>31-03-2019, 05:45:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Along the track down the hill on which sat the Silverbough Vineyards came a wagon, piled high with goods and drawn by a single draft horse. The aroma of freshly baked bread and newly finished goat's cheese rose from the goods. Quarion Silverbough, one of the family patriarch's many nephews, sat at the front of the wagon, with one hand on the horse's reins and the other resting lightly on the brake lever. While he kept a keen eye on the track ahead of the wagon, he was deep in conversation with the other elf sitting next to him - or, at least, he was definitely talking, and his sister Quelenna was definitely nodding her head and making noncommital grunts whenever Quarion stopped for breath.<br><br>"... and that's why I can't wait for last season's wine to finish aging," he finished breathlessly. "If my theory is correct, then the barrel I treated with those additives will turn into the best wine the Silverbough Vineyards have ever produced!"<br><br>Quelenna rolled her eyes and patted her younger brother's shoulder. "Of course it will, Quarion. I'm sure your creation will exceed the centuries of experience that Father and the rest of the family have in winemaking. No doubt about it. Come on, we've got work to do."<br><br>Quarion brought the wagon to a halt near the Silverbough family's allotted place in the village square, and gave the draft horse a gentle pat and word of thanks before he and his sister began the task of setting up their market stall, laying out fresh bread and cheese, as well as a few last bottles of wine and some more aged cheeses. Quarion let his sister do most of the talking with customers while he unloaded goods, but he missed no opportunity to press his latest creation, a freshly baked pastry folded with layers of ham and goat's cheese, on anyone who was willing to take a chance on his cuisine.<br><br>By early afternoon, much of the produce had been sold, and Quelenna let Quarion go free to roam the market. He quickly found himself browsing the fruits, vegetables and spices. He made some large purchases on behalf of his family, and some much smaller ones for his own endeavours. His pulse quickened when he came to the display of saffron stamens, flexing his fingers as he imagined what he could do with such an ingredient. "If I had the silver for that, I could make the most amazing dishes," he murmured, fingering his all-too-light purse.<br><br>"If you want your spices that badly, why not go hunt some bandits to get your silver?" came a voice from behind Quarion. He turned to see an elderly tiefling woman, leaning on a walking stick. "The Royal Court is offering five thousand silver coins for anyone who brings in the bandit Grey Eyes. He murdered ten Snow Rangers, did you hear? Young Master Erin is organising an army to go after him!"<br><br>Quarion's head swam with visions of what he could do with that much silver. Exotic spices, high quality liqueurs, his own personal oven, proper distillation equipment... the sky would be the limit! By the time he reached the militia barracks, more accurate rumours had corrected the numbers to a more reasonable scale, and of course he realised that the reward would be split among many people, but it was still a golden opportunity, and it would be good to get a chance to flex the blade and bow skills. And to protect people from a notorious bandit, of course.<br><br>He made his way into the barracks, seeking out Erin Bel-Hubal. On spotting him with Captain Rowan, he waved and pressed past the militia to catch their attention. "Erin, over here!" he called, waving his hand over his head. "It's Quarion. Quarion Silverbough. I want to join the bandit hunt!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 14:23:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin while eatting a pear with the captain, he heard a familiar voice and waving and then noticed the red hair....and it did not take long to Erin to smile to self-declared cuisine expert Quarion Silverbough and he replies to him; "Glad see you too Quarion! So far your first volunteer to arrive, I am sure some others should show up as well. So far we have discussed that Masota will be leading the hunt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 07:43:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion approached Erin and bowed to Captain Rowan. "Captain," he greeted him formally. "Glad to be here! When do we march out? I'll need to run back to the vineyard to pick up my armour and my travelling kit, but I can be ready to go very quickly."<br><br>He looked around at the barracks. "How long do you think we'll be away from Yelmed? If we pack some fresh food as well as rations, I can help with some cooking while we travel. Thirteen people, plus any more volunteers..." He counted on his fingers briefly. "I'll have to make sure I pack the right supplies.<br><br>"Anyway. I trained in archery and fencing at the Magnolia Academy, so you can count on me in a fight. I don't actually own a bow or a sword, but I have my crossbow and my knives. Anything else I should know before I start packing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 11:43:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; Rowan finishes his lunch and rises from the chair, washing the bowl and spoon from the rain barrel, hanging them to dry. The man bids Erin stay seated whilst he excuses himself to don his armour and uniform. The Captain soon returns, displaying sleeves of medallion yellow and trout grey beneath the polished scale mail, with a maul strapped across his back, the same one that has seem him through a rough, drawn-out engagement and at least five skirmishes. He mills among the drilling militia members, eyeing&nbsp; their stance and checking the grip on their weapon, the care with which they donned their armour. Some receive sparse praise, by his silence the others are found wanting of the Captain's high standards.<br><br>&nbsp; Eventually Rowan has his ten guard to send against the bandit. Masota is a plump woman with short cropped brown hair and narrow, attentive eyes. Despite what her physic may suggest at first glance, she is competent with her spear and shield. She offers a clenched fist to Erin in greeting, <em>“Your knowledge of the roads will be useful. I would ask your advice on whether we follow them, or head over rough country and hope to surprise the bandits,”</em> she asks the half-elf. Rowan has his own ideas, he wants the team to take a wagon, to learn the logistics of marching at its pace, and how to manoeuvre without abandoning the slower vehicle. It would be good practice if Yelmed ever has to mobilize for a full on war, but unnecessary for such a such a small patrol. Masota struggles with this, feeling her Captain is being excessive, but finding it difficult to confront him about it.<br><br>&nbsp; The pair continue to discuss tactics, and Rowan introduces the rest of the bandit hunting force. From the main militia he chooses another human, an elf and two half-elves. All carry the shield and spear, and wear armour of boiled leather. The reserves are a little more ragtag, two elves, two half-breeds but one of them orc-blooded, and a tiefling. Two carry spears, but the half-orc wield an axe, and one of the elves uses a short bow, whilst the other holds a long knife in each hand, perhaps in imitation of Erin's fighting style.<br><br>&nbsp; With the group assembled they wait for the magical support. This takes a while, as a good half hour passes with nothing to show. Some youth without any magic skill appear wanting to fight, but they are sent away, they have no training and can barely hold a spear steady. One stays, agreeing to cook and wash in return for 2 silvers a day. Rowan makes it clear he will not receive any of the reward money on top of this, and the young half-elf accepts this. The Captain smiles, pleased that the mini army as he seems to be imagining it, will have a catering staff.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally Quarion shows up and meets the assembled twelve. The elf's magical talents are known, though their extend is a little debated, but Rowan seems pleased with this development. “You will leave tomorrow, early, an hour before sunrise. Stay here and camp out front of the barracks, make sure you have everything you need on you. It will give you a chance to see how best to make camp, this bandit hunt will take 5 days there and back, perhaps 7,” he declares, “Cooking? No, you fight or you cook, not both,” the Captain likely knows such an arbitrary insistence is unnecessary in so small a force, especially one so fresh, but he wants instill early upon the men and woman of Yelmed a sense of discipline and structure that professional armies have, so that later they may easily adapt to proper ranks, should the time ever come.<br><br>&nbsp; At the market place things are returning to normal, the excitement of the Court's announcement dying down as everyday life must go on, tasks tended to, the table set with food. Vanessë, Onette, Nephie, Mella and Allia however decide that they wish to pursue this heroic quest without joining the militia, at least for now. They agree to head out the next morning, the news having come so sudden that none are properly prepared, and Vanessë at least needs to look into possibly acquiring some combat equipment on short notice, and even simple hunting bows are not cheap. Back at the barracks Rown eyes the empty road, “Look like this Quarion is all you will have for magic. A ration of 1 mage per 10 warriors, I know plenty of soldiers that would kill for such odds,” he actually smiles at that comment of his, not a common sight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 21:24:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin takes seat as Rowan gestures, waiting Rowan fill answers to Quarion's questions. As Masota showed up he returned her gesture in kind, pumping their clenched fists together and replies; "I do my best be your eyes and ears while out there, also guide troops through the forest best as I can while tracking the bandits. Also naturally lend aid either with bow or pair of swords. However the woods are bandits home territory, so surprising them may be difficult but I do my best to advice you how avoid being spotted."<br><br>As Rowan suggests on the wagon, compared to Masota he is not afraid to confront Rowan with his idea; "Sir, I would remind you that bandits live off the roads. Even if they ambush them regularly their base of operations can be in deep woods cabins or caves off the roads. So we can use wagon as a decoy or move supplies closer to search area and make a base camp, but ideally if want do serious hunt without giving bandits idea we are looking them everyone should personally carry their gear and travel light as they can. We can make camouflaged camp in woods better without dragging wagon uphills."<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Erin's persuasion roll to convince Rowan give up on wagon idea</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-04 14:18:48, Erin Bel-Hubal (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+3 Result: <strong>14</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134629)<br></div></div><br><br>Then hours go by, Erin expected very least Vanessë to show up, but did not see her (nor other women). Surprised a bit as he knew those girls and knew more than half of them were adventurous in spirit.....but as Rowan gathers the militia and gets one volunteer to work as cook for the crew. Albeit he himself wonders why Rowan pressures soldiers not to cook; true in military there are assigned cooks but damn sure cooks can fight as well and most of time are soldiers themselves as well. Also everyone should able take care of their own food and cooking ideally. But he is not going to argue on the matter.<br><br>As Rowan introduces the schedule he nods, agreeing on it and decides camp with the recruits. Get know them, talk to them, as after all he will be participate in hunt with them and better he knows everyone's names and that they get also familiar with him as well. As Rowan mentions of one mage for ten soldiers, he nods and replies; "Indeed, I expected Vanessë to join up but I was wrong. But still magic is potent tool in battlefield, can change tide of battle quickly. Must hope among bandits there are no casters though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>06-04-2019, 17:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion stood to attention as Captain Rowan laid out his instructions - or, at least, he stood up straight with his hands by his sides, in the way that he imagined standing to attention looked. "Got it, sir," he said, nodding along with the orders. "Uh... no cooking? O...kay, yes, sir," he mumbled, sounding uncertain but not making any argument. Once the briefing was done, he bowed to Rowan and Erin and ran outside to begin the trek back to the vineyard.<br><br>At home, he checked through his tools and armaments. He had been given his light crossbow at a young age, to help defend the goat flocks against predators. It had been of sturdy, simple construction, but it was the first tool that Quarion had started to modify when he came home from the Academy. Attached to the stock of the crossbow was a thin copper pipe, that lead from a reservoir at the butt of the weapon to an opening at its tip, just underneath where the head of a bolt would sit. He had only ever tested this modification against bales of straw, never against a live target, and this might be the chance he needed to try it in real battle.<br><br>His knives were of elven make, one passed down to him by each of his parents. He used them far more for everyday tasks than for battle, but they held a keen edge and would serve well in combat. He strapped the knives to his belt and started loading up his backpack with a week's worth of rations and fresh food, and some tools. He hesitated before putting his cooking gear into his pack alongside his brewing apparatus, but included them both anyway, although his principal cooking pot would stay in the kitchen at home. Finally, he donned his elven scale mail, a gift from his uncle upon his graduation.<br><br>Quarion felt trepidation in his heart at the prospect of going on his first true adventure, into serious danger, with the possibility of life-or-death battle ahead of him. But he had trained for this, and he couldn't ask for a better chance to try his skills. Steeling his resolve, he ran to tell his parents of his new mission, before returning to the village and the barracks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 18:36:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; The Captain listens to Erin's objection, answering them as soon as the half-elf has finished speaking, “That's rather the point! A wagon does limit you, and knowing this is an important skill for a solider. If the wagons had been enchanted to float above the ground and be invisible to the enemy, the March of Zanfos would have been a lot easier,” however he does eventually relent, “I suppose, one thing at a time. Learn to make camp and march. But next time, you are taking a wagon with you,”<br><br>&nbsp; Quarion returns home to gather his gear, as he did not bring weapons and armour to the market . His parents take the news with mixed feelings, worried about their only son heading off to fight bandits, but their kind have a history of putting their skills to use in just such impromptu missions of justice and revenge, grabbing a bow or longsword lying around and flicking through the trees, assisting the a king's army or hunting down a group of fleeing outlaws. Or at least they do in the stories, and who are they to question the such wisdom, passed down for generations? Its not as if Quarion is ill-equipped for such an excursion, and after learning he is not expected to fight in the front rank they agree to give their blessing. <em>“Make sure those guards men protect you. Its their job,”</em> they say solemnly, as a final parting.<br><br>&nbsp; Back at the barracks, he finds the camp all set up, and a watch duty roster arranged by Masota. Four groups of two each taking a two hours shift. As a magic user,&nbsp; Quarion is exempt from watch duty, as is Masota and the other human soldier for they cannot see in the dark that well. The camp cook is likewise not expected to be on watch duty. Erin is put on the last shift, as he has the sharpest eyes of the group, and just before dawn is the most popular time for an ambush.<br><br>&nbsp; The half-elf youth, whose name is Koris, does his best with the limited supplies, but manages to conjure up a hot meal for everyone in the camp. He gets quite chatty over the meal, eager to hear stories, especially from Erin on his travels. Come darkness the fire is covered and the militia and the reserves lie down in their blankets, out of armour but with weapons close to hand. At Rowan's insistence, the watch roster is employed during the night, so the group can get used to it. The Captain won't hear an objection to this and everyone is worried he may try to sneak into the camp to test their alertness. In the end he doesn't attempt this, but no one would have too surprised had he.<br><br><div align="center">******</div><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile the girls of Yelmed plan their own attempt to capture the bandits. Shorter on funds, but with a surprising amount of experience and abilities between them, they feel confident they can catch the bandits off-guard, and can also move quicker, as they are a smaller group. There is an issue that some might not be able to get away from their homes, without lying or sneaking out, this being especially an issue for Allia. However if everything goes well, the five of them will meet up the next morning, after making sure they all have their gear ready. Wanting an option to fight at range, Vanessë scrapes together what coins she can find, but comes up short of a bow and so instead buys several darts at two copper a piece. Made for hunting for those who cannot afford a bow, the tip is long an narrow. It may struggle against heavier armour types of metal, but should do fine against the leather armour the bandits ware. Besides, Vanessë has a good eye and hand to match it, she can probably hit even a knight in a joint of their armour if she absolutely needed to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 01:07:29</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br>Mella&nbsp; rose early&nbsp; as she prepared all her&nbsp; belongings last night she donned the leather armor and&nbsp; placed her rapier at her hip and her bow and back pack at her back. She then finished writing a note and leaving it on her pillow detailing briefly that she went out to explore with Nephie. she left it at that&nbsp; cause it would arose less suspicion in her mind cause it was something she did regularly and usually left such notes behind in case something unexpected occurred and might need help cause that got into to much mischief.<br><br>She would the quietly leave her room at the church and make her way to the place the girls decided to meet to go on their adventure!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 9</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 01:41:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br>The girls' meeting place was a nearby glade that Nephie knew of. Nephie was already there when Mella entered it, lightly dozing in the slightly damp grass. Nephie had made sure to spend the previous evening with the carpenters, as it might be a while until she saw them again. She didn't breathe a word of her plans, of course. Doing so would break the promise they had made to each other. And she didn't leave word either when she snuck away in the middle of the night because, well, it just wasn't Nephie's way. Her original idea was to go in the morning, but she had been feeling too restless, the promise of adventure and her nocturnal nature tugging at her. So she left for their meeting spot, quiet as a goblin in the empty village and the familiar night time forest. But, of course, there was no one there and, as time took the edge off of her excitement, she found herself falling asleep in the soft grass. That was, until the rustle of Mella's entry awakened her. She yawned and stretched as she sat up, looking around sleepily. "Hmm? Mella? What are you...?", she began, then remembered. "Oh, tight, the bandits!", she exclaimed. Almost immediately, she was on her feet and hurrying towards her friend. "I'm glad you came! Do you think everyone else is going to come too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 01:56:54</strong>
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				Mella approached Nephie with a warm smile on her face and&nbsp; knelt down and ruffled her hair" I would not miss the chance ever.Of course they will be here they won't miss this opportunity for the world!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 06:50:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion promised his parents that he would be careful, and not put himself at undue risk when the town militia were there to fight bandits such as these. He embraced them tenderly, trying not to think about the possibility, however slight, that he wouldn't see them again.<br><br>He put his fears aside as he trekked down the hill to join the militia at the barracks. The sight of the camp laid out reassured him that their expedition was well organized and well managed, and he examined the duty rosters with interest, committing them to memory. He mulled over some numbers in his head, calculating the best time for him to take his four hours of trance, then took some time to examine the inventory of supplies.<br><br>Quarion then went to introduce himself to Koris, inquiring about the youth's culinary experience and the plans he had for the expedition. Mindful of Captain Rowan's instructions, he kept out of the cooking itself, but couldn't help but give his advice, whether or not Koris asked for it.<br><br>After dinner, while Koris was washing the pots and bowls and the militia were arranging themselves into their sleeping positions, Quarion drew from his backpack a wide-necked clay bottle. He unstoppered it, allowing the faint scent of sour wine to escape. "Not my family's best vintage," he said sheepishly to anyone nearby, "but it's just what I need for my magic." He fished inside the bottle with a pair of tongs, and extracted a small ball of twine that had been soaking in the liquid. Stoppering the bottle again, he shook the excess liquid from the twine and started to spool it out along the perimeter of the camp, laying it in the dirt and murmuring arcane words. When he came back to the place where he started, he shuffled over to Koris and picked up some clean pans and utensils, with a hasty "heycanIborrowthesethanks", and stacked them up in a seemingly haphazard pile, with the twine knotted around their handles. He passed his hands over the structure and spoke more arcane words, and the twine glowed with a pale orange light, then faded again.<br><br>"I've placed a ward over our camp," he explained to Masota and Erin. "The twine is soaked in spirits of wine, and will ignite if anyone other than our squad crosses it. When that happens, the pots will fall down, alerting the camp to the intruder." He pointed out the line of the ward. "I can cover an area about forty feet square with a little under an hour to set up the ward. It's not a huge area, but if anyone slips past our sentries, it will alert us."<br><br>He planned to begin his trance half an hour before the start of the second watch, so that he would finish just before the final watch started. He occupied the time before rest with checking over his weapons and armour, then settled into his bedroll and performed the meditations for his trance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 01:01:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin nods on captains pointers, but also glad captain did not demand they take wagon now at least. True soldiers need training but Erin concerns mostly on safety of soldiers over practical practice reasons endanger them. He does camp duties seriously, helping making it and telling soldiers and their cook alike how disguise camp in woods just using fallen branches from trees, foliage and using small ropes tie bushes like wall around it and how hide campfires.<br><br>To their half-elf cook Koris he did share stories form his travels and earlier bandit encounters. Both victorious battles and signs of raided and pillaged caravans, both remind bandits can be both easy or hard and also reinforce image why they must kill them; to avoid people dying on roads or worse. He follows given schedule, waking up to his shift and keep keen eye out for ambushes or any odd activity at the night hours, even if case captain decides pull practical example not slacking on watch duty.<br><br>As dawn rises he makes wake up calls for soldiers after he had hour earlier waken up Koris to help give him time prepare breakfast and do own morning routines. Waking soldiers for breakfast and start disarm their camp and prepare head out into woods with command of Masota. He report anything he saw or heard (even if nothing) during his watch. He gives basic directions what route use to go deeper woodland, following trade route which he had used dozens times before. There is point where road diverts and then one follows route he mostly used and other leads to elven lands.<br><br>But their not using the road, but rather paths and passages in woods themselves on travel. Paths which are known to woodsmen and bandits alike. Erin using his best skills help mitigate signs and presence of guards while they travel. Not make too much noise or be seen easily. Including concealing any shining metal objects, including armor, with cloaks or cover them with grime of dirt to reduce light reflection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 09:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Vanessë, as a high elf, did not require sleep, and chose to meditate that night.&nbsp; She sat on her bed, wearing nothing more than her wispy night gown, clearing her mind to prepare herself for the morning.&nbsp; At one point in the middle of her meditation, she decided that they really should have probably gone with the militia.&nbsp; Ah well, their decision had been made, and now was not the time to second guess it.<br><br>Daylight had not yet broken when Vanessë rose from her meditation to prepare.&nbsp; She first spent some time reviewing her spells for the day.&nbsp; Throwing off her nightgown, she began dressing.She selected a tunic with a short skirt - one she wore for physical training so that she could move easily, unlike the long dresses she was usually seen wearing around town.&nbsp; She strapped her darts to upper thigh, concealed by her skirt.&nbsp; Her ornate dagger, she strapped to her belt along with the pouches for her spell components.&nbsp; Over all this, she donned her cloak.&nbsp; Picking up the pack which contained her spellbook, she quietly slipped out of her room and headed towards the rendez-vous point to meet the other girls.<br><br>As she approached the little glade, she saw a familiar figure up ahead disappear into it.&nbsp; Mella had gotten there moments ahead of her.&nbsp; She heard the goblin's voice exclaim, "oh, tight, the bandits!" and was close enough by the time Nephie was asking Mella if she thought the others were coming.&nbsp; With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she pointed her finger towards where she had heard the little goblin's voice and sent a magical message in response, "You didn't think I would miss this, did you?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I guess I'll pick up some darts.<br>I'll be preparing <em>Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em>, <em>Sleep</em>.&nbsp; Fourth spell... hmmm... <em>shield</em> or <em>burning hands</em>?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>23-04-2019, 05:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br>"Oh, no, Mella!", Nephie called out loudly, pointedly putting her back to the forest. That spell was one of Vanessë's favourites and she had had it used on her often enough to know that the elf girl couldn't be far. And unless she had learned to become invisible or got some goblin stealth in her while Nephie wasn't looking, that only left a few places where she could already be. She made a few gestures to Mella to let her know what was going on. "I think I remember that the meeting was supposed to be in the clearing. And I don't see any fancy elfie nobles here, only me and you. I'm su~re Vanessë is too fancy to go on a rough bandit hunt with us. Probably still at home, powdering her nose and practicing her curtsying." She gave a rough mockery of a curtsy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 14:18:48</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br>Mella grinned and chuckled at both her friends antics and gave a wave to Vanessë&nbsp; despite not seeing her yet she spoke clearly but not loud " Good Morning,Why don't you come into the open my dear Vanessë.&nbsp; Nephie you keep teasing her about her noble life and she might just whisk you away one day and subject you to a day of wearing fancy dresses and politeness. " she giggled a bit obviously teasing her short green little friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 13:15:22</strong>
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				<strong>&nbsp; Setting off</strong><br>&nbsp; The morning sun rises to find a sizeable crowd gathered to see the militia force off. Several are given flowers as good luck by those who especially want to see them back safely, Erin receives three such flowers from the girls of Yelmed. Shouldering packs, the men and woman set off down the road with cheering encouragements echoing in their ears. Though Masota is in charge and will be the one issuing orders when the time of battle comes, for now Erin is effectively the leader of the group as he knows the wilds and it is him out front picking the path. Knowledge is shared, the group a little ragtag on the finer points of marching, none can boast the Captain's extensive military expertise, but together they pool what they know and come up with a good list of know-hows for marching and camp making. The tiefling is especially interested in hearing from Quarion how he made the trip-snares from wine soaked string.<br><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile in a forest glad not far from Yelmed, three friends meet up, excitement tempered by the nervous thought that maybe they have bitten off more than they can chew. But surely not, they each have their own skills, Nephie have more experience bandit hunting than most in the militia, Vanessë has trained under Master Solveliss and Mella has proven herself adept in a number of difficult situations, though real combat has yet to truly test her. Still, over a thousand silver coins potentially? How could they not seize this opportunity. After allowing for a delay of just over an hour, the three of them decide they cannot wait any longer for Onette and Allia . Their friends will&nbsp; not be showing up, perhaps they did not get permission from their parents. The three set off, before someone arrives to try and stop them.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Both groups</strong> must contend with the weather. Initially the clear sky holds for half the day, but then clouds gather, steadily turning an ugly grey and then unleashing a drizzle. This light rain persists for the next few days, never stopping for longer then a few hours, and even then the clouds above persist. Fortunately the rains will not get heavy until late spring, and whilst damp it isn't unpleasantly cold. At night a fire can still be lit and huddle around for warmth and a fruitless attempt to dry one's self. Initially behind the militia the three youth overtake them, travelling faster as smaller groups do, and not taking as many safety precaution, like scouting out potential ambush spots. News of the bandits and the poor weather has cleared the roads of the traffic one would expect, and only a few wagons can be spied on the road.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; Yelmed Militia Force</strong><br>&nbsp; It is the second day, Erin leading the group hears a soft yelp and investigating this he find a fox, trapped near a bramble bush. Its hind leg is caught in the growth, a thorny strand wrapped around it, but how? The bush does not grow that fast. The fox cowers in fright, its eyes spot the half-elf and look at him, almost as if it were pleading.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; Yelmed's Headstrong Youth</strong><br>&nbsp; Three days pass without any noteworthy incident, and the three find themselves at the beginning of the Frax-side Trade Road where the bandit attacks were reported. Now they must decide how to proceed. They could go by day, or night, sneaking along and hoping to spot the bandits first, or perhaps even travel openly on the road, and try to lure the bandits out, attacking what they suspect are a group of helpless young woman, only to reveal they in fact can defend themselves.<br><br>&nbsp; Both groups: The rain and general bad weather gives disadvantage to sight and hearing based perception check beyond 50ft and on survival checks to follow tracks older than an hour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 19:59:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin leads scouting efforts, checking on roads and ambush sites himself along with those who wore lighter armor and had light steps. He guides how make camp and each night he places snares to catch small prey and refresh groups rations with fresh game. He teaches those interested on how to make simple trap with just string and sticks to catch small game like rabbits and small birds. Also he will catch mushroom and berries for the group as well, teach which plants are editable and which need cooking. All this comes naturally to him like breathing, but to others it can appear pure magic how he knows things, including not getting lost without using map and just check where plants grow and thus know where sun rises and sets based on plant growth.<br><br>As it starts to rain, Erin endures it, he had dealt worse feather and he uses travel cape which gets soaked completely but helps keep most his gear and clothes only mild moist if not dry as water does seep through the cloak eventually even if it was made water resistant. Importance he places to keeping socks dry as cold wet feet aren't pleasant to march on and can tear your feet up. So in campfires he builds shelters where socks can dry near the fire on hot rocks, smell is not pleasant near to fire but better get socks dried up for tomorrow (and use spare socks for next day until earlier socks are dry and ready for new round). Knowing local weather he tells soldiers they are in for a rainy trip.<br><br>In second day Erin encounters the struggling fox, situation is plainly weird for him and he studied the thorny strand around fox's legs....normal vines do not grow that fast and even if fox was in hurry the vine should not able hold it. But either way he plans help the fox as he calmly speaks to it (in elven); "Hold on little one, I break you free." Erin approaches the fox and takes on his hunting knife and tries slice fox free from the vine, not trying cut it's leg as he slices vine with his knife while alert for danger.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Investigate on vine, Animal Handling calm the fox and then proceed slice fox free from the vine. <br><br>Investigate: 6 (unless using passive 11) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135946)<br>Animal Handling: 21 (calm fox down/trust him) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135948)<br>Dex check: 23 (nat 20, if need dex based check or save for anything to help fox free without hurting it) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135949)<br><br>Anyways as reminder as ranger (UA one) Erin has natural explorer class feature and it includes following;<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Natural Explorer</strong></span><br><em>You are a master of navigating the natural world, and you react with swift and decisive action when attacked. This grants you the following benefits (to himself and group he travels with which may be significant factor):</em><br><br>• You ignore difficult terrain.<br>• You have advantage on initiative rolls.<br>• On your first turn during combat, you have advantage on attack rolls against creatures that have not yet acted.<br><br>In addition, you are skilled at navigating the wilderness. You gain the following benefits when traveling for an hour or more:<br><br>• Difficult terrain doesn’t slow your group’s travel.<br>• Your group can’t become lost except by magical means.<br>• Even when you are engaged in another activity while traveling (such as foraging, navigating, or tracking), you remain alert to danger.<br>• If you are traveling alone, you can move stealthily at a normal pace.<br>• When you forage, you find twice as much food as you normally would.<br>• While tracking other creatures, you also learn their exact number, their sizes, and how long ago they passed through the area.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 03:39:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>"No~! That can't be!", Nephie replied. "I'm a rude, rough goblin girl. A day of dresses and politeness and there would be nothing left of me but a green puddle." She continued to joke with her friends for a while, until it became clear that no more girls would be joining them, for the moment, at least, and they would have to leave, unless their speed advantage got nullified by their tardiness. But still, they had to decide how to go. "I prefer the night.", she told her companions as they went. "Both in general and because in it, I can stay unseen at least as well as anyone I know. My eyes are well suited to the darkness too and yours, I believe, are sharp enough to see then too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 20:18:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>"I expect a bright yellow dress would fit you very well, Nephie.&nbsp; With lots of lace and bows.&nbsp; You'd be the cutest thing from Yelmed to Arashalu," Vanessë teased the little goblin.<br><br>They had waited a while to see of Onette and Allia could make it.&nbsp; When it became clear that they would have to set out without their two other friends, Vanessë sighed, "It looks like we'll have to be extra careful," she said, realizing that she was now their only magical support, "Too bad, Allia's floating disk ritual might have been really useful too if we need to move around anything heavy."<br><br>She nodded at Nephie's assessment, "I expect bandits will likely be more active during the day to dusk also, since that's when there would be the most traffic for them to waylay on the roads.&nbsp; Although traveling by night... that might be difficult for you, Mella?"<br><br>Of course, with the dismal weather conditions, travel would not be easy for any of them, and no moon would help light the way for Mella to travel at night, which would make daytime travel the best option if they didn't want to risk attracting attention by using a light source.&nbsp; The elf maid was thankful that her travel cloak did a fine job in keeping her dry.&nbsp; The light tunic that she wore underneath would cling to her slim form&nbsp; - maybe even become slightly see-through - if it were to get soaked, leaving little to the imagination.&nbsp; She consoled herself that at least the bandits were probably miserable in this weather also.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prepared spells: <em>Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em>, <em>Sleep</em>, <em>Shield</em>.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 08:20:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion is thrilled to have an audience for his theories of magic and wine. "There's a lot of magic in the world," he says cheerfully as he settles down to perform the warding spell the next evening. "And the way magic flows through the world... well, that's hard for any mortal to understand. But where we mortal creatures excel is in our crafts." He points towards where Koris is preparing the evening's meal. "Watch Koris. He's taking a handful of plants and meat, combining it with fire, and turning it into something that'll keep our squad going for this whole expedition. There's magic in that. Study any discipline enough and you'll find the magic within it, and that's how you make the transition from this..." He takes another bottle of wine and two small cups from his backpack, and pours one cup for the tiefling. "... to this!" he finishes, and as he pours his own cup, the wine transforms into a shimmering rainbow, accompanied by the sound of wind chimes. "Learn your craft intimately enough, and you'll find the magic in anything."<br><br><hr><br>When Erin goes to help the fox, Quarion comes after him, his face a picture of sympathy when he sees the animal' predicament. "Poor creature," he says quietly, keeping his distance and allowing Erin to work. "If his leg is hurt, I might be able to help."<br><br>While Erin helps the fox, Quarion peers at the bramble bush, wondering if this was simply a clumsy animal getting itself tangled up, or the result of something with much more intent behind it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arcana check to look for any sign of magical tampering with the bush, like some kind of snare spell: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136025)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-05-2019, 15:20:28</strong>
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				<strong>&nbsp; Yelmed Militia Force</strong><br><br>&nbsp; With Erin guiding the militia force makes good time off the road, the others quickly learning to listen closely to the half-elf, eager to pick up tips, though none are able to take to these lessons as naturally as he does. <em>“Fascinating,”</em> the tiefling nods at Quarion's explanation, clearly impressed. <em>“I always wanted to try alchemy, but I was never sure where to start. Healing potion seem like a good place, people certainly need them, but they are so difficult. Do you think I should start with wine then? Or spirits maybe. My uncle can make some good copper,”</em> he refers to a popular plum drink, which gets its name from the discolouration that comes with the oak bark added to the barrels, which seems to result in a smoother gulp.<br><br>&nbsp; Not everyone is convinced the fox should be saved. <em>“It's a trap, leave it,”</em> one of the elves advises, and Masota seems inclined to agree, but does not order Erin to do so, trusting he can handle himself. Carefully the half-elf frees the creature after calming it, and the fox immediately bolts away, only to pause 20 paces away, at the edge of some bushes. It looks back at the group, proceeds another three paces, then stops, looking back a second time. Its dark orange eyes twinkle despite the miserable light in the unending drizzle. It appears to want the group, or Erin at least, to follow it.<br><br><br><strong>&nbsp; Yelmed's Headstrong Youth</strong><br><br>&nbsp; They decide to proceed at night, since elves, goblins and even half-elves can all see in the darkness, whilst the human bandits of Grey Eyes will be at a disadvantage once the sun sets. Vanessë is surprised by this fact, as she had thought half-elves inherited the night blindness of their human parent, but Mella proves that, night or day, her eyesight is just as sharp as the elf's, if not more so.<br><br>&nbsp; It is the fourth night, the group have been travelling the initial, sparser reaches of the Frax-side Trade Road under the night sky, amply lit by the stars and full moon despite the odd patch of cloud. Shortly after midnight they crest a hill and find themselves looking down upon a valley, lusher than the earthen hills, the pine trees giving way to bushes and reeds, the grass no longer confined to dense clumps. Somewhere nearby a stream bubbles, feeding the green, whilst up ahead the road twists to avoid a small, steep hill, with a lone cedar standing at the bend.<br><br>&nbsp; Moving just off the road, the trio have almost walked under the branches when Mella notices someone perched up there. She points them out in a hushed tone, and the others see them too: an elven girl resting in the branches, eyes on the road, though she seems tired or perhaps even asleep, and certainly doesn't appear to have seen the youths. She wears battered leather armour, her hair rough cut and loose, cradling a longbow in one arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>29-05-2019, 01:36:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>The nights passed nice and quietly and Nephie was right in her element, taking full advantage of her nocturnal goblin nature to move through the woods quietly. While she was a bit disappointed that her other companions had not been able to join them, she was certainly glad for the opportunity to travel at night like this, without even the light of a torch to reveal their presence. But, while Nephie was adept at moving through the night without being seen or heard, she also wasn't so perceptive as to notice much that was around her. The elf on that tree, for example, pointed out by Vanessë. Nephie nodded to her friend and placed a finger to her lips, a mischevious grin on her lips as she snuck up to the tree and attempted to silently climb its branches.<br><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">Stealth: 15<br>Athletics: 9</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>29-05-2019, 14:21:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>"I only know what I know," said Quarion with a helpless shrug. "I know winemaking and baking, and how to make cheese, and I know how to coax the magic out of those crafts. Through studying the reactions in wine as it ferments and cheese as it ages, I've learned a thing or two about the way many chemicals react, but I've got a long way to go before I can call myself an alchemist. I've been collecting equipment that I think might be useful for the study of alchemy, too, but the really good tools are expensive." He nodded in approval to the tiefling's suggestion. "If you have an uncle who knows distillation of spirits, then learn that from him. You have to start somewhere, and family is the best place to learn anything."<br><br>As Erin worked to free the fox, Quarion looked at the bush, then dug some tools out of his kit. He called Koris and the tiefling over to watch his work if they were interested, and set a small iron cooking pot on the ground, filled with water from his waterskin. He held out his cooking tongs and secured a small leafy branch from the bush, severing it with his dagger, and carefully dropped four of its leaves into the water. A quick incantation and a tap from his tongs made the water start to boil, and it slowly took on the greenish hue of the leaves. "Fancy a cup of tea?" he said to anybody who cared to watch. "Look at that colour, and the way the leaves move on the surface of the water. This bush was imbued with magic. That fox didn't just get tangled up in that bush - it was trapped by magic. Something like the kind of magic the wood elves use - forest magic."<br><br>He watched the fox dart away, breathing a sigh of relief that Erin was able to help the poor creature, then raised his eyebrows when it seemed to want Erin to follow it. "I think it wants you to go somewhere, Erin," he said, packing away his tools and standing up. He patted his crossbow. "Do you want me to cover you?" he asked, trying his best to sound like a professional soldier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>31-05-2019, 19:32:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin worked free the fox despite protest from others, replying the concerns calmly; "Trap or no, I can't leave innocent animal to suffer like this." Then as fox is free and it moves off, expecting it do so. But what he did not expect fox stopping...moving and stopping and looking at him. Erin quirks his brow and hearing Quarion he turns to him (and others who had watched and Masota) and says to them; "This is just my hunch as woodsman, but I feel I have to follow the fox. Make brief camp here as I follow and see where fox leads to, if I do not return in a hour then something must happened to me prevent return. Also do not go near that bush, as Quarion said it's magical and snares likely anything going close to it and there may be more of them so be careful when you move around here." Looking Quarion he adds; "Do not follow, if this is trap better one person gets lured in than two people."<br><br>Then if Masota does not protest or command Erin ignore the fox, Erin will head to follow the fox where it's going. Not rush or run after it, just follow it calmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>01-06-2019, 07:26:46</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Vanessë ducked behind a tree when she and her companions spotted the sentry in the tree.&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; Having expected the bandits all to be humans, she was disappointed to realized that half of the spells she had memorized would have no effect on another elf.<br><br>She risked another peek, and looked back to see Nephie nodding to her with a mischievous smile on her face.&nbsp; She blinked as the goblin scampered out to climb the tree before they could discuss any strategy.&nbsp; She made some hand signals towards the goblin, as if tying a knot, then pointing up to the girl in the tree.&nbsp; Biting her lip, she glanced again up to the tree, wondering if she should risk whispering a magical message to Nephie, or if the goblin had understood enough of what she had tried to communicate.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prepared spells: <em>Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em>, <em>Sleep</em>, <em>Shield</em>.</div></div>[/quote]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>01-06-2019, 21:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br>Nephie gave Vanessë a nod and a thumbs up. she had a rope in her pack, all that she needed now was to get up to the awaiting elf quickly and quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-06-2019, 16:57:04</strong>
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				<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Yelmed Melitia Force</strong><br>&nbsp;When Quarion announces that the bush is magical, several of the soldiers back away from it, hands instinctively reaching for weapons. “You know what you're doing?” Masota checks with Erin. <strong>“Fucking wood elf magic, creeps me out,”</strong> one of the reserves spits. “You're an elf!” a militia member exclaims, <strong>“Yeah, a fair-folk, not a wood elf. I ain't dressed in deer skin and antlers with shit smeared in my hair,”</strong> she snaps back, which the others all acknowledge is a reasonable point.<br><br>&nbsp; With the fox freed and calling for Erin to follow it, Masota lays a hand on the half-elf's shoulder. “You're damn right I won't follow you,” he grins, then her face turns serious, “But be careful. And if you're not back in the hour, we're burning this bush down, not risking sending in more, but not leaving you either, so if you are caught, try to get near water or something,”<br><br>&nbsp; Erin follows the fox, and soon finds a small table, set with three mugs. One made of wood, one of tin, and the other of bronze, all brimming with a deep red substance that smells like wine. The fox dashes off through the undergrowth, too fast for Erin to follow through the thick bush.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; Yelmed's Headstrong Youth</strong><br>&nbsp; On quiet feet, Nephie&nbsp; approaches the lone cedar and begins to climb. The elf seem half asleep, but it is difficult to move from branch to branch without some creaking, and there is less and less cover. Vanessë can only watch from behind a bush, praying the elf doesn't look down. Nephie manages to get within arms reach of the bandit, before the inevitable happens. The creak of the branch, the brush of leaves too strong to be the wind, and the elf looks down, and nearly jumps out of the tree at the sight of the goblin. <em>“What in Chelk's name...”</em> she reaches for an arrow.<br><br>&nbsp; OOC: Nephie and Vanessë, roll initiative. Nephie gets advantage on her roll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>04-06-2019, 17:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin follows the fox until they reach the tables and the fox runs off underneath thick undergrowth. Erin then is left standing there, looking on three cups he then looks around and asks (in sylvan); "Is anyone in here? Is this invitation to drink or choose something? A game?" Erin has been told of fair folk magic and it makes wonder was fox merely actor in the ploy or not. Feys can be malicious and cruel but also merely mischievous and some even kind. Overall caution is advised when dealing them and their games. Either way one common advice is to beware accepting food or drink from feys or with gifts they give.<br><br>Besides he does not know are three cups for him or some other guests or people showing up soon. So he waits for while standing there after calling out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>04-06-2019, 18:02:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Watching the little goblin get closer and closer to the elf in the tree, the young mage felt her own body tense for action.&nbsp; She ran through a quick mental inventory of her spells, then calls one to mind.&nbsp; In fact, it came quite naturally to her as she used this cantrip so frequently....<br><br>Then it happened.&nbsp; With the creak of the branch, the startled lookout fumbling for her arrow, Vanessë lifts her arm, finger pointed to the target, "Surrender," her voice travels magically into the other elf's ear, "and we may let you live.&nbsp; You are outnumbered and surrounded."&nbsp; If the bandit complied, it would certainly save them a lot of hassle.&nbsp; But she hoped that even if the reaction wasn't so agreeable, that this would cause enough confusion or distraction to throw off any action that the bandit would have taken.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC + Die Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prepared spells: <em>Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em>, <em>Sleep</em>, <em>Shield</em>.<br><br><strong>Initiative</strong>: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136977) - <em>my action described above will have taken place in the order of the initiative rolls</em><br><strong>Charisma Check</strong> to persuade with message cantrip: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 00:30:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br>Vanessë's plan had been a good one, if Nephie had only been able to stay quiet enough during her climb. But she was too far now, so her hand instead fluidly took up her trusty crossbow, cursing herself for foolishly leaving herself out of cover. "Are you a bandit?", she asked, pointing it at the elf. "Are you an enemy? If you don't take that arrow, I might not have to shoot you." Not that she was a big fan of giving bandits a chance, of course, but she also didn't want to just start shooting at people who she wasn't yet sure of.<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">Initiative: 16<br>Action: Ready an action to shoot crossbow at elf<br>Trigger: The elf takes an arrow<br>Hit roll: 12<br>Damage: 11<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 08:09:13</strong>
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				<strong> &nbsp;Yelmed Melitia Force </strong><br>&nbsp; Several birds chirp in the distances, and the thorned bushes rustle in the wind, but nothing further answers Erin's call: the fox is gone and nothing further emerges, he if left in the clearing with the three cups of wine. Until one the militiamen calls from out behind him, <strong>“What is it Erin? What have you found?”</strong> since he only went about 50ft away through the group they heard him call out, even if the thick bushes hide him from view.<br><br><br><strong>&nbsp; Yelmed's Headstrong Youth </strong><br>&nbsp; The look of disbelief on the elf's face only intensifies when the goblin asks if she is a bandit, or an enemy, and this is further compounded when she hears a message whispered in her head. Her eyes flick between the goblin with the menacing crossbow and then to the surrounding terrain, the bushes and folds of the land, seeking evidence of the forces that have her “surrounded”.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally she decides to meet this challenge head on, and reaches for an arrow. Nephie is quicker and&nbsp; fires a bolt straight up at the elf, but the angle is off. It strikes her in the leg and would certainly have drawn blood, but her leather armour manages to deflect. It does however seem to spook the elf, as her own arrow whistles past the goblin to strike the ground, missing by nearly half a foot. With lightning fast movements the elf draws and notches a second arrow, perhaps too fast to see her first shot missed, as she now looks towards the bush where Vanessë crouches, having caught sight of the elf when she scanned her surroundings. This shot too misses, falling short by a foot or two.<em> “Attackers, several armed travellers,”</em> the elf calls out into the night, already reaching for a third arrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 08:19:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin waits, nothing happens and as militia man shouts he shouts back; <strong>"A offering, of sorts."</strong> Erin ponders on the three cups; the substance in them are similar. Perhaps wine? However the cups are made from different materials and that in itself can indicate something. Overall though he would not drink anything from a tin cup; it would be awful flavor. Bronze other hand is less bad, but in end if he wants good flavor experience nothing would beat wood. So he picks wooden cup and then tastes the substance from it, if it's not bad or feeling toxic he drinks the cup empty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 14:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion shot a look to Masota, then looked in the direction that Erin had followed the fox. "I'd better go after him," he said to the commander. It doesn't sound like he's under attack, but if there's something strange in the woods, he'll need me to check into any magic goings-on."<br><br>Barring any objections from Masota, Quarion replaced his tools on his belt, checking that he had easy access to an important bottle of spirits he had brought with him, and shouldered his backpack. He hoisted his crossbow, preparing a bolt to fire, and set off into the bush.<br><br>"Hold up, Erin, I'll be right there," he called out. "Don't touch anything until I've taken a look, okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 14:33:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin had reached towards the wooden mug when Quarion shouted, remember he could check magical things he halted and replied; <strong>"I am in here!"</strong> Once Quarion finds him, he points on table with three mugs and says; "Found this and fox disappeared into bush. So far no one has spoken or appeared so my guess is this is some kind of offer from fey or spirits of the woods."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 15:36:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion emerged from the brush, picking some twigs out of his hair as he walked. He didn't have Erin's effortless grace at woodcraft, but he was clearly no stranger to the natural world, weaving his way through the undergrowth with careful skill.<br><br>"The fox led you here?" he mused, looking around carefully as he approached the table. "This is starting to feel like the actions of the fey. Like they're playing a game with you, or... or testing you." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "But did they trap the fox in that snare in the first place? It's strange."<br><br>He looked over the three mugs, and picked up the one made of tin. "This smells like wine," he said, sniffing it expertly. He then dipped his finger and thumb into the wine and rubbed them together to feel its texture, then, if he didn't detect anything immediately wrong with the liquid, took a tiny sip to gauge the taste.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Is there a check I can make with either Arcana or my brewer's supplies proficiency, or both, to figure out what I can about the wine?<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 20:51:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Vanessë curses inwardly as they had completely lost their element of surprise.&nbsp; Nephie was already up the tree, so fleeing the scene couldn't happen until the goblin was back on the ground.<br><br>With a look of calm in contrast to the anxiety she felt, she pulled a dart from her thigh strap under her short skirt, and emerging from her hiding spot, threw it at the scout, in order to help Nephie, regardless of what she decided next - either covering the goblin's retreat, or helping her to take down their opponent.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC + Die Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prepared spells: <em>Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em>, <em>Sleep</em>, <em>Shield</em>.<br><br><strong>To hit with the dart</strong>: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137613) - I'm pretty sure that hits.<br><strong>dart damage</strong>: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 04:37:14</strong>
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				While Nephie had some qualms about harming a potential ally, she had none at all about shooting down an aggressive bandit. He positioning, however, had much to be desired. So after another, much better, shot at the elf woman, she started scrambling back down the tree. If she managed to get to the ground safely, she would be in a better position to find proper cover. SHe always shot better from cover.<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">Shoot crossbow: 16<br>Damage: 6<br><br>Athletics: 9<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 15:00:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion hesitantly touched his tongue to the wine residue on his fingers, and raised his delicate eyebrows in surprise. "It's definitely magical," he said, setting it down carefully. "I can't tell any more than that right now - I'd have to examine it back at the vineyard, and maybe consult with Father."<br><br>He turned his attention to the bronze cup, and sniffed it carefully. He blinked rapidly and took another sniff, then very carefully dipped a spoon into it and watched the way the liquid flowed when he raised it up and poured it back into the cup. "No, that's impossible..." he murmured. "How could this be?" He turned to Erin. "It's an elixir of youth! It could take half a century off someone's shoulders! If we gave this to Soveliss, it could make him a young man again!" He paused in his babbling and took another sniff of the wine. "Maybe not <em>young</em> again, not back to my age, but younger, certainly."<br><br>Quarion knelt down by the table to examine the wooden cup. He scooped up a tiny drop with another utensil and dripped it onto a leaf, observing the way it interacted with plant material. "This one appears to be a ward against disease, making the drinker practically immune to infection for a day and a night." He shuddered for a moment. "That's great, but... does whoever made this wine know something about the near future that we don't?"<br><br>He looked up at Erin. "The fox led you here, so I can only assume you're supposed to take them, or maybe just one. I trust you to use them wisely... just let me watch and take notes when they're drunk, alright? This is magical wine of the highest order... I <em>must</em> understand how it works!" With reluctance, he stood up and stepped away from the table. "The elixir of youth seems very stable - it could be kept for a hundred years without fading or spoiling. The disease ward should keep for a year or so. I have some empty bottles if you want to transport them safely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 17:04:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin let Quarion study the wine and the cups, then as he did revelations that wines were magical and also one the three cups contained wine for youth?! He chuckled and said; "Well, good I did not drink from that cup or else I would had turned to kid again!" <br><br>Then as Quarion tells and talks about how wines could stored and he nods and replies; "Well, there was no one in here and three cups could mean just picking one or take all of them. Including mysterious wine in tin cup. The elixir of youth indeed would be highly valued vintage to sample by anyone, youth is something what some people would appreciate to have. However Soveliss may not wish to be young again. But me, perhaps in fifty years could return back to my peak. Also it's uncertain are the contents meant drinked now or later? Wait; is the one oldest toasting speeches go; For your health is one, another is for your life....what would had been third in here then?<br><br>Anyways, I say let's pick one first and if other cups do not disappear we try collect wine from them. Let's start with elixir of life, then disease immunity granting one and then tin cup contents which you can confirm back in your family farm along with your father studying it." <br><br>Erin then faced to bushes where fox disappeared and spoke in sylvan in loud voice; <strong>"I thank you for your offering and I accept it, however I make a toast later suitable time."</strong> Once he finished shout he asked Quarion give him bottles, safer he collects and carries the wine away as fox had led him to the bushes so wine was for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>29-06-2019, 19:35:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion laughed at Erin's suggestion. "True, true! But it probably wouldn't have quite that much power. I can't be sure, but I don't think it would turn the years back before roughly middle age. It wouldn't have any effect at all on you or me. I agree - let's keep it in reserve for somebody who needs it."<br><br>He unslung his backpack and rummaged around in it, eventually coming up with a glass bottle, his waterskin and a wineskin. He poured some wine from the wineskin into the bottle, swirling it around and murmuring an incantation to render it immaculate. "Here you go," he said, passing the bottle to Erin with a smile of admiration for the wise ranger.<br><br>Quarion then stood up and raised the wineskin. "And I drink to your health, great maester!" he said in Elvish, addressing the woods around him. "I hope one day to ascend to a fraction of the skill and power you have imbued in these vintages, and would gladly learn at your feet if you would see fit to take a student!" He raised the skin to his lips and took a long draught, then poured the rest onto the ground as a mark of respect to their unseen benefactor. Along with the waterskin, that made three containers for the three magical draughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>04-07-2019, 04:34:14</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lrpc.wdfiles.com/local--files/half-elf/half-elf%20rogue.jpg)</div></div><br>Mella was crouched&nbsp; behind a bush wit short bow drawn and a arrow nocked as she watched her&nbsp; friends get into position and&nbsp; the ensuing now imminent engagement with the&nbsp; bandit now aware of&nbsp; nephie presence. waiting to strike if necessary<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 17, <br>Total: 21</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intitaive</div><div class="spoiler_body">Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 7, <br>Total: 9</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>06-07-2019, 01:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div><br>Slightly apart from the loose group of Yelmed Millitia was the silvery silhouette of Allia. Clutching her staff close to her body she paced quietly back and forth. She had been so fired up and ready for an adventure this morning, but that had been at the thought of going out with her friends. Among the more well equipt and arguably more trained members of the millitia, Allia was feeling uncharacteristically small and griviously underprepared. When she had realized her friends had all gone without her when she missed the meeting time she had felt heartbroken. It was her fault. you try sneaking out with a big nosy family breathing down your neck. Especially since she hadn't been that wild of a youth either, she wasn't exactly the greatest at sneaking out of the house, to begin with, much less so will carrying her bag of components and staff. She came as fast as she could, but it had been too late. <br><br>Following that she saw the Millitia preparing to leave and determined to go and make sure her friends were safe she all but begged to be allowed to go. While the bulk of the millitia had been somewhat reluctant to allow a young halfing to come along and get underfoot, Erin had talked them into it, convincing them that at best it was another caster on hand, at worst halflings were better at hiding than most folk anyways. But now that she had actually set out with them...she was growing unsure of herself. She hadn't even had the courage to speak up and go with Erin and Quarion after that fox. This was the sort of thing that always happened in her books to! A stranger creature leading valiant and noble travelers to treasure and such. She bit her lip and cursed her lateness, she was sure she wouldn't have felt so timid among the girls. Though perhaps that was part of it too. They had set off without her, they were down a caster, down a pair of hands, and yet they had left, what if one of them got hurt! she wouldn't be able to help but blame herself for not being there. She could only hope that everything was going fine with out her or that this group would catch up with them soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-07-2019, 14:18:04</strong>
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				<strong>&nbsp; Yelmed Melitia Force</strong><br>&nbsp; The three magical elixirs are packed away for later use, the group resumes their pace. The discovery has greatly lifted spirits, the villagers quickly concluding that this can only be interpreted as a blessing, a sign of good fortunes to come on their engagement with the bandits. Perhaps they will get there and the royal court elves will have already dealt with them? No, that can't be it, then they, and Yelmed, wouldn't get the reward. No, they will catch the bandits unaware, while they sleep, and quick and clean victory. Talk soon turns to the value of the three drinks. The first two are worth maybe 5 silver, no more than 25, but the elixir of youth, that's got to be worth 500. 1000? More. Maybe not even coin, give it to a king and surely you'd wed his youngest daughter, becoming nobility, has your own crest. What about an elf? No, they don't need it, not as much as a human, An extra fifty years for an elf is a drop in a puddle, but for a human, old and wrinkled on their deathbed? That's half their life back.<br><br>&nbsp; That night by the fire stories are told of fey and their exploits, but these stories are the more light-hearted ones, no one wants to hear sidhe around this campfire. “Allia, get over her! We're setting up the perimeter for the night!” Masota calls out. She is a little impatient with the hafling, sensing that she didn't originally plan to accompany the militia force, and she shows her disappointment for not just her but her friends as well who chose not to lend their magical talents to the village. Initially she put Allia under the charge of Quarion, but it is clear she does not believe the half-elf is being strict enough with her.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; Yelmed's Headstrong Youth </strong><br>&nbsp; Nephie readjusts her aim, and her second bolt that catches the elf in the thigh, two inches above the knee. Further back, Vanessë has an better sight on the elf, and seeing her use the bow she is ready to respond with her own weapon, no more trickery and non-violence. Unobscured by tree branches her first dart becomes lodged in the elf's leather armour, the point piercing her belly. Gritting her teeth in pain, she slips down from the tree landing deftly, <em>“Over here,”</em> she yells to her left, then attempts to duck behind a thick bush.<br><br>&nbsp; From the darkness she called towards a figure emerges, a burly human clad in leather armour, carrying an short blade and shield.<strong> “Where are they?”</strong> he roars, <strong>“Oh I see it. Come down little goblin,”</strong> he brandishes his weapon, but seeing Nephie's crossbow raises his shield too. Behind him a companion appears, carrying a crossbow of his own. He takes aim at the goblin in the tree, squinting in the poor light. Next to him strides a fourth figure yet, another human, a woman with long reddish hair. She carries a shield and no weapon yet, but walks with the confidence of a commander.<br><br>&nbsp; Mella meanwhile has been moving into position, good instinct and chance giving her a good line of sight on both the elf behind the bushes and two approaching men.<br><br>Nephie - 16: Uninjured<br>Bandit (human, crossbow) - 11: Uninjured<br>Vanessë - 10.5: Uninjured<br>Bandit (human, sword and shield) - 10: Uninjured<br>Mella - 9: Uninjured<br>Elf Archer - 5: Severely Injured
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>13-07-2019, 18:09:31</strong>
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				With even more bandits coming, it was even more imperative to Nephie that she not be stuck on top of the tree, where anyone could shoot at her. She needed cover and fast! She dropped the last meter of her descent, turning the drop into a roll. She came up running, not even stopping as she awkwardly sent another bolt flying towards the first archer. And then, she disappeared into the darkness. Well, not really. She had, in faxct, disappeared behind a tree. But she was very quiet and, in the darkness and chaos, she was quite certain that none of the bandits had noticed her.<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">Shoot Crossbow: 13<br>Damage: 8<br><br>Hide: 25<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangerine</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 03:12:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; <strong>Vanessë Istya</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1829727)<br>(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>Vanessë gasped as she saw two more bandits emerge.&nbsp; She saw one raise his crossbow to shoot at Nephie.&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes.&nbsp; Despite the danger that she was in herself, she didn't take kindly to those who would seek to do harm to her friends.<br><br>Backing off to position herself behind cover also, she reached into her component pouch and produced fine sand, as she began weaving her enchantment.&nbsp; Sprinkling the sand before her she utters the short incantation -- in this case, a bar from an elvish lullaby -- aiming to put one or both of the humans to sleep.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC - Sleep spell result</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prepared spells: <em>Charm Person</em>, <em>Fog Cloud</em>, <em>Sleep</em>, <em>Shield</em>.<br><br>Sleep Spell: 27 HP put to sleep (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137926) </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 15:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion was very pleased with himself when he returned with Erin and the three containers of magical wine. His expertise in both magic and wine was what had enabled them to identify two of the liquids, and he missed no opportunity to talk about the techniques he had employed, using vintner jargon that nobody outside his own family was likely to be able to follow. Still, he agreed that Erin was the one called forth to receive the gifts, and he made it clear that he trusted Erin's judgement for what should be done with them.<br><br>He followed up Masota's call for Allia's attention by waving to her himself. "Yes, over here, Allia! I want you to see how I set this up." He repeated his process from previous nights: taking the ball of twine soaked in sour wine, he wound it around the perimeter of the campsite and attached it to a stack of pots and pans, and spoke some arcane words to imbue the whole thing with magic. "I might be able to... hmm... yes, I could probably write down my recipe in magical notation if you wanted to copy it into your own spellbook. The theory should still hold outside of the apparatus, if you have the power to manifest it purely through arcane means. Maybe we can try that when we get our reward money!"<br><br>Once the wards were in place, he sat down near the campfire and glared at the third, unidentified container of wine. "I wish I knew what this one was," he muttered to anyone who cared to listen. "If I had a pearl, I could separate a drop of the liquid into its physical and magical essences, and analyse it from base principles that way. Do you have any ideas, Allia? I guess it can wait until we get home and can consult with our families and teachers, but we all want to know now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 23:25:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div><br>Allia had to force down a protest as the band began to make camp, she hated that they hadn't caught up with the girls yet and she was utterly terrified of what kind of trouble they might have gotten themselves into without her there to help. She wouldn't mind lagging so far behind if she could just be sure they were okay. Vanessë was smart but she was also training in a very combat-oriented style of magics, so she may be more bold than cautious when it came to conflict. Never mind the sort of trouble Nephie was prone to attracting, and if Allia was being totally honest she felt that Mella was only a few steps removed from Nephie in terms of impulsiveness. <em>Not that your one to talk you darn fool</em> she thought to herself scratching at the earth with the butt of her staff <em>you were just as ready as the rest of them to run off into a daring adventure</em>&nbsp; She cursed her still modest magical skills...if she had a grasp of the Sending spell. The components for it were not so restrictive as was nature and the power required for the spell, both of which were beyond Allia's current ability to comprehend of produce. She had the much more simple message cantrip prepared but its range was limited and trying it would be a waste of time unless she could practically see her friends. The stern bark of millitia broke her from her worried daydreaming and she scrambled to catch back up with the core group, trying not to simple glow red from embarrassment for falling so far behind. <br><br>She slowed down as she grew in range and veered course as Quarion beckoned her. She watched quietly, taking in the details of the ritual he was performing. "I believe I actually have a spell of a similar nature to this in my book already, though I will admit I did not prepare it. Knowing who I was originally heading out with, I didn't think that such a cautious minded spell would get much use." She sheepishly admitted "Though I must say your way of performing it is fascinating! In a sense, it's totally different than my own but the results, near as I can tell, as the same!" She grinned in an almost giddy manner "That is one of the things I most love about magic! it comes in so many shapes."<br><br>She stuck close to Quarion, while they weren't exactly close he was a more familiar face than much fo the militia to her and his own magics were so strange and fascinating.&nbsp; "Oh god, what I wouldn't do for a good pearl!" The fair hair girl added with a&nbsp; sighed "It would make my job cataloging and verifying any new finds that Ianwor brings back from a business trip far easier." she looked dubiously at the offred skin of wine <em>if the magic winemaker couldn't figure out the magical wine, what's a book brain like me going to manage?</em> Still, as always, when magic was the topic Allia was always game to try her hand. "I'll see what I can glean, perhaps it will match something I've read somewhere..."<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">At 2019-07-14 16:22:25, Winds Of Lust (uid: 4709) rolls: 1d20 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137976) = <br>&nbsp;+4 Arcana check of total of <strong>19</strong></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>15-07-2019, 17:00:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>"Oh, you know this spell already?" he asked, his voice bright with interest. "Well, maybe you can handle it for tomorrow's camp, if you can just cast it from your spellbook. Then I could reclaim the magic I invested into this apparatus and use it for something else." He practically glowed at Allia's praise for his novel approach to the spell. "Yes, I was just talking to the others," he continued, waving a hand in the direction of his tiefling friend, whom he indicated was welcome to join the conversation, "about the different ways to make magic happen. The way I see it, magic is a force that exists out there, but we mortals can't simply tap into it directly. You do it with your books, I do it through my cooking and my brewing and a bit of mechanical know-how. But magic is magic."<br><br>He set the unidentified wineskin down in front of him by the campfire, and rummaged in his backpack for a small, cloth-wrapped bundle, which turned out to contain a batch of cookies, baked in a traditional elven style, light and flaky. They had obviously been in his pack for a while, although, curiously, the aroma of freshly baked cookies seemed to follow Quarion wherever he went.<br><br>"If you want to take a look at this last wine, please, be my guest! I'd love to hear your perspective on it." He shuffled aside to give Allia room to work, then took one of the cookies, applied a light glaze of wine to it with a pastry brush, and sprinkled some almond shavings over it, before passing it to Allia. "Here you go!" he said brightly. "Something to nibble on while you think. I find it can often help me concentrate."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Quarion casts <em>guidance</em> on Allia, in cookie form. :)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>17-07-2019, 07:11:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div><br>The silvery eyes of the young lass all but actually glittered as the scent of something sweet and fresh met her senses. She was not in the habit of snacking while doing her magical research. Most of the books she studied these day needed to be put back on the shelf in the same condition they were brought down in. It was one of the reasons she and made sure to have a firm grasp of the repair spells so soon into her studies in case her damaged something of value. And even then better to be safe than sorry. No one wants a big ol' stane on their tome of magical history and theory. That being said, she was still a halfling, and have you ever met a halfling that would turn down food when offered? <br><br>"Oh my, that smells amazing!" She briefly gave him a curious look "You've been out here for a while, why are these so fresh...Ah, no mater, thank you for all the same." Halflings, you had to respect their positive attitude. Even while in the midst of worry for the safety of her dear friends, the small kindness of getting to try something new and tasty was enough to lift her spirits for the time. She took her time savoring the sweet treat as she continued to carefully study the wine, seeing if it run any bells in her deep and sometimes obscure studies.<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">At 2019-07-17 00:01:17, Winds Of Lust (uid: 4709) rolls: 1d4 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138006) = the previous 19 to a grand total of <strong>23</strong>! </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>17-07-2019, 15:03:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion laughed when Allia pointed out the inconsistency in the scents around him. "Aww, you got me," he said, and fished a small moonstone pendant out from under his tunic, from which the fresh baking scent arose. "I've put a little bit of my magic into this pendant," he explained, holding it out for Allia to examine. "I can imbue it with light, or a sound or a scent. I find scent the easiest to embed into an object, because the magic is already there in my utensils. They've picked up so much of the essence of my cooking from being used for so long, it's easy to transfer that to another item. I sometimes put these around the marketplace to get people in the mood for our produce."<br><br>He rummaged in his pack again and took out a small bag of spices while Allia examined the wineskin. "I could imbue one of your earrings with a similar magic if you want!" he said brightly, obviously eager to impress. "Is there a particular scent you like? Vanilla, maybe, or cinnamon? I don't have very much of either, but it only takes a minute amount to extract their magical essence."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-07-2019, 03:55:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin rejoined the militia and scouted ahead, finding next camp site while keeping eye out for any tracks for bandits while doing so (or signs of them laying ambush for them). As he found the camp he helped build it with soldiers, helping camouflage it with local terrain so they will not be spotted so easily either in dark or in daylight. As soldiers talk about worth of the wines, Erin as merchant replies to him; "Well, any those wines in right circumstance can have invaluable value. The youth restoring one can be indeed worth much of cash, however instead to king most likely one to want take it is the queen of elderly king. Often kings marry women both looks and political alliances, so no doubt queen who was once helpless princess would wish outlive a man who shackled her into marriage and get some years by herself being ruler. More so women overall want more any products which make them look prettier or younger by my experience than men do.<br><br>The wine which gives immunity to disease may most appear merely potent tonic against cold; but it could help someone with incurable disease. If immunity eliminates the existing disease in someone's body during immunity it can do more than just protect from cold; it can cure diseases which no normal magic could affect. Even so if immunity does not provide a cure; there can be cases where you enter environment with deadly illness and are forced go place where most likely you get infected by most foulest of diseases. Unless your immune. Adventurers can spend quite amount of coin for ensured immunity, say, to disease wrought by a mummy. As I heard tale once where merely touched by mummy makes your flesh rot and it's not traditional disease as you need cast curse removal before can even try cure it."<br><br>Then as Erin gets himself a bowl of tonight's stew, he brings pair of bowls to Quarion and Allia, balancing the bowls as he notices them discussing deeply about magic as he adds in; "Magic is something my father very much wished I could learn, but I just lack focus for arcane nor was not naturally born with gift for such as some sorcerers do. I had pondered the third wine could be something related to <em>wealth</em>. As usual toasting speech goes <em>'for your health, long life and wealth'</em>. Or to <em>fortune</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>20-07-2019, 02:48:21</strong>
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				Mella lined up her shot on the&nbsp; already wounded elf and loosed the arrow as it traveled&nbsp; through the air to her target.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attack roll with Advantage</div><div class="spoiler_body">1st roll:Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 9<br>2nd roll: Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 18, <br>Total: 22<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Damage roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d6<br>Comment: Piercing<br>Result: 1, <br>Total: 1<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>25-07-2019, 10:02:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Onette had been pretty ashamed of herself, that she couldn't meet with the others as planned; It turned out that Ruthe had a lot of chores planned that Onette couldn't escape. And of course Olisse fell sick and wasn't able to show up for her shift so <em>that</em> had to be handled. it's almost as if mother had heard and suspected her daughter woudl get up to mischief! Uncanny. Onette had consoled herself that night with the notion that no one else would just leave her behind like that...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, she was wrong. Finding out the other girls had run off on their own (without her!) was wrenching. But at least Pie had gotten stalled too. How about that, the two ringleaders of this whole idea, left behind. Well, this all being the case, even Ruthe's sour look couldn't stop Onette from snatching the family sword and her own lute, and running out to help the Militia recover her friends!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had turned out to involve more walking than she anticipated, and less boldly flourishing her blade against scabrous brigands. At least thus far. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One good thing though, Onette actually got to play her instrument without a hardassed woman scolding her for slipping on an occasional chord or getting "too dancy" (whatever that meant.) At the moment, this is what she was doing, perched on a camp stool, legs neatly crossed, strumming and singing the refrain of <em>"The Butcher's Hungry Wife,"</em> to the laughter of some of the militiamen. She cast a bright smile over at Allia and Quarion at the line about how said wife likes a thick joint of meat, winking at her halfling friend teasingly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a few more lines of the song, she set the instrument down, and made her way over to the trio. <strong>"Those wines were a reward for you,"</strong> she tells Erin matter-of-factly. <strong>"For saving the fox. That was some steed or hound of the Little Folk..."</strong> She looked to Allia again, smirking slightly <strong>"The <em>other ones</em>, I mean."</strong> She looked back to the elf then, speaking in a serious tone. <strong>"I wouldn't be talking about <em>selling</em> their gifts where they can hear." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>25-07-2019, 22:22:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>Erin looks to Onette as she replied, he can understand why militia is upset girls selfishly went off themselves; high risk getting hurt, become hostages and thus make militia people work harder and most of all also deny militia use of girls magic in endeavor. However he can understand some part reason why girls went alone; they wanted a adventure. Same drive which drove him become traveling merchant. At least plus side Onette's music has been break from boredom of the march and he himself could not stand long being upset cute young woman like Onette. <br><br>So he smiled to Onette's question and replied; "Well, as merchant I had to give comment how I would sell them if I would plan to do so. As saying any fey gift being no worth or low in value, even if hinted to silver value, would be insult as well. But in truth I likely either use them myself or give them to someone who needs them more than me. What comes steeds and such, it could also had been friend to fey or companion otherwise. Or fey itself in disguise as they can take animal forms. As can druids, at least what I had heard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>27-07-2019, 06:20:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion accepted the bowl from Erin with a grateful smile. "Oh, but you have so many other talents, Erin!" he assured him. "Honestly, I couldn't imagine coming out here without you watching the trail. I'm perfectly capable of foraging for food or tracking a deer by myself, but with these bandits on the loose? I'm sure I'd walk straight into an ambush that you would see coming a mile away."<br><br>He obviously appreciated having Onette along for her music, even if her more risque songs could make him blush surprisingly easily. He nibbled at the stew as he paid attention to Onette's advice to Erin. "I think that's your best move - look for the right person to give it to. You have good judgement, and the two I've analysed aren't much use to you personally. The disease protection will only be useful if some kind of plague comes through the village, and then you'll have to decide who to give it to. The youth elixir... well, it wouldn't be any good for you today, or even twenty years from now! And it will have lost its potency by the time I would benefit from it. You'll have to use your wisdom to decide who should have it."<br><br>As dinner went on, Quarion looked thoughtful. "If the fox and its predicament in the bushes was all the doing of the fey, then... we haven't come across any sign of the bandits at all, have we? I suppose we're not at the Frax-side Trade Road yet, though, so we wouldn't have expected them yet. Soon, though, I hope! I think we're all working together really well!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>03-08-2019, 21:57:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div><br>Allia glanced up from studying the mystery wine at Quarion's admittance to spicing up the freshness of the cookie with a bit of his magic. "OH! What a clever use that is! Sort of like a...prestadigitory effect? I wonder if I could imitate that to freshen up my lunches when I forget to take breaks at works..." she half murmured to herself, scribbling some notes down on the idea in her personal magic note-book. The former journal almost looked like it could qualify as a mage tome of its own at this point, filled with many notes and theories and reminders on the various natures of spells and schools of arcana. She perked up at the exciting offer of scenting her earings, her hand trailed up to them thoughtfully at the suggestions. What a novel idea. Like a perfume of sorts.&nbsp; She wasn't overly into such forms of self indulgent things if she was honest, but she'd rather enjoy watching Quarion do more of his magic for its own sake. So what sort of scent should she ask for...<br><br>As her mind pondered that her attention was naturally drawn over to the singing Onette. She wasn't exactly paying attention to the words, so much as she was studying how happy her friend looked to be out here and on an adventure. The thought of a proper scent struck her then. "Could...could you do a mix of apple and cinnamon?" <em>Like the pie she always calls me</em> her thoughts finished. <br><br>It was shortly after that thought that the actual lyrics of the song became apparent, as well as the playful direction of her delivery of that last line. The silver-haired halfling's face swiftly went pink from shock and embarrassment. "Oh, Really now Onette? Why must you use your beautiful voice to sings such crass songs!" she called her friend. Though her tone was indignant, Onette would know she wasn't all that serious. It was clear the halfling was just embarrassed by the nature of the song and that line being directed at her. Especially when she had just been having such an intimate thought about wanting her friend to enjoy how she smelt. <br><br>She glanced back down, her face still flushed, weather from the song or the apple pie thoughts she couldn't say and added to Onette's thoughts. "A gift given is a gift given. I wouldn't stress too much over what to use them for. The fea are mysterious and my understanding of them is limited, but if you are meant to use them for something It thinks they would have made it a bit more clear. Fea are largely transactional beings, giving you a sort of task to accomplish with these wines without letting you know it doesn't seem like their normal process. If it is a reward for a good deed done, it is possible it looked into your future and gave gifts that would have a right time and place for you to use them?" <br><br>She flipped through her notebook again looking for specific passages she copied down in reference to Quarion's thoughts. "That is a good theory. Though it is possible the fea-fox's predicament was genuine, perhaps it got in bad against a less kind fairy who saw fit to leave the poor thing tied up like that. Unless the bandits have a magic worker among them who could do such a thing...a druid could possible make the bramble grow like that..." She glanced up at the sky "May even be the reason we are getting troubled weather. To hide their tracks and slow pursuit perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>04-08-2019, 13:41:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>As discussion drifted to tracking bandits and potential them having a caster he replies; "Anything is possible, bandits may have another skilled woodsman or druid aiding them. But we get nothing done if we give up on tracking just cause of bad weather. Bad weather can mean bandits lay down and wait weather to clear before they move out. Same way as we avoid trying leave tracks or presence into woods, bandits try do same as well. But once we reach the road we set hidden watching post there and keep eye on the road for any sign of bandit activity. While I continue search for tracks in the area."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 13:04:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She laughed brightly at Allia's chiding. <strong>"Because I never get to, and I have an appreciative audience."</strong> A big smile to Allia, as Onette gathered her skirts so they wouldn't fly up as she sat next to the halfling. <strong>"<em>Besides</em> Pie, you love it, I saw you laughing. And look at those cheeks!"</strong> There was a gentle elbow to her side.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Well,"</strong> she began when talk turned to the weather, <strong>"Think like a bandit. Are you just going to sit out in the rain and mud <em>hoping</em> for someone else in the rain and mud to come by?"</strong> Her brows lifted. <strong>"Or will you settle up in camp with all the stuff you've already stolen and wait for a nicer day when fat merchants and their mistresses are out for a picnic in all their finery?"</strong> Okay maybe a few too many romantic books, but the foundation seems solid. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Of course,"</strong> she adds, because Onette really likes to talk,<strong> "if they <em>knew someone was coming</em>, no doubt they'd brave a little rain."</strong> She leaned against Allia's shoulder a bit. <strong>"That's part of why we were going to go by ourselves..."</strong> Onette bit her lip and looked down at the stew she was pointlessly stirring. <strong>"Figured... you know. Catch 'em unawares? Like..."</strong> She looked around the camp. <strong>"If they don't know the militia's out after them they must be pretty bad at the job, right?"</strong> She smirked.<strong> "We were going to meet you there with 'em all tied up and be the big dumb heroes."</strong> She looked to her friend, still leaning lightly against the smaller woman. <strong>"Right Pie?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 16:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Erin Bel-Hubal</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1823876)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/U05vvjh.png)</div><br>As Onette speaks of thinking like a bandit he nods, agreeing with her. But when she talks on going with the girls themselves catch bandits unawares he sighs and replies; "True the bandits may be aware militia is looking for them and may be reason why they have dug deeper and hiding now. But it's foolishly risky also go by small party after them, the bandits leader had captured two elite elven rangers as captives. Not to mention the number of bandits is unknown, so despite how skilled you are with magic it means nothing if your outnumbered greatly or ambushed in bandits own turf. Bandits may kill you or worse if they capture you alive, even make you used as hostages to prevent militia doing anything at all to stop them. I do not blame you for having desire for adventure, that same desire set me on road to become a traveling merchant myself. But you should be more wiser about how fulfill your desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The First Steps: Bandit Hunting (D&amp;D 5th ed IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>11-08-2019, 09:56:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/4d2d1e8c4eac65fc29dedecec733004c.jpg)<br>Quarion Silverbough</div>Quarion pondered the question for a moment. "Yes, it's one of those quite flexible but weak magics. The difference is that this one is quite long-lasting. I need to invest a certain fraction of my personal power into it - a very small fraction, don't worry - but then it lasts until I take that power back. I'd be more than happy to set one up for you! I've found that I can have about three such workings at a time, and I mostly only use one or two."<br><br>He followed Allia's gaze over to Onette, and gave a knowing smile. "Of course," he said, his voice low. "We've all got someone we want to impress." His eyes flickered around briefly, as if he was forcing himself not to look at somebody in particular. Then he cleared his throat and delved into his backpack again. "I've definitely got some cinnamon here. Little bit of nutmeg too... did you know you can use nutmeg as a base for poison spells? If this mission pays out, I'm definitely going to buy some more exotic spices. And I've got some dried apple, so..."<br><br>Quarion deposited a tiny sprinkle of cinnamon and a slice of dried apple into a small pan, and held it over the fire for a few minutes, poking the mixture with a spoon and murmuring a quiet incantation. When the time was just right, he scooped up the mixture and deposited it into a jar with some cooking oil. Upon being supplied with Allia's earring, he would deposit a single drop of the oil onto it, where it would shimmer and evaporate, leaving its magical residue behind, exuding the desired scent.<br><br>He followed the discussion between Onette and Erin, who both seemed to have a good idea of the bandits' possible tactics. "It's going to be tricky," he agreed. "If they've already captured two rangers, they must know what they're doing. They're unpredictable... so I think it's very good that we're all together. If we went off by ourselves, they could ambush us, but when we're in a group like this, sure, we can't lay much of a trap for them, but they can't do much to us except a simple attack either. And I think we have superior numbers, but they have the advantage of knowing the land, so we want to take that advantage away from them." He suddenly blushed and looked at his bowl of stew. "Anyway, the point is, I trust Erin to lead us in the right direction. I definitely wouldn't want to do this alone."
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