PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC
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				Title: <strong>PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>19-12-2017, 19:12:12</strong>
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				<em>Desolate and abandoned, the evil alchemist's mansion stands alone on the cliff, looking out towards the sea. Mysterious lights and ghostly hauntings have kept away the people of Saltmarsh, despite rumors of a fabulous forgotten treasure. What is it's sinister secret?</em><br><br>Saltmarsh is a sleepy fishing town in the southwest of Keoland, near the Hool Marshes. It has a small town council of three members, and a small militia, currently led by Corporal Will Stoutly. Many of the local militia are on loan to Seaton as our adventures begin, as there have been some bullywug incidents near Seaton that require dealing with. It is a quaint bayside town, with the colors of many of the homes and shops faded due to the constant wind and salt spray blowing across the town. <br><br>The majority of the town's inhabitants are either fishermen, related to the fishing industry, farmers or craft folk. The town is a rustic, sleepy coastal town in all other aspects. Up the road a few days is the much larger town of Seaton, where a lot of trading with Saltmarsh originates. The west and south of Saltmarsh lie the Hool Marshes, parts of which are extremely dangerous, and rumors indicate that lizardmen and sahuagin have made homes in the area around the marshes. <br><br>Those who are new arrivals to Saltmarsh have no trouble identifying fishing as the major economic activity in town. The large wharf has dozens of fishing vessels docked, and there are numerous fish mongers that work along the wharf as well. Many of the shops have fish motifs in their signs or names, and the smell of the fishing industry is ever present. Arrivals to the town note that there are three inns, the Merry Mermaid, The Traveller's Rest and the Full Moon Inn. The Traveller's Rest caters mainly to those from out of town, and as such, is the nicest, cleanest and also the most expensive, but as far as inns go overall, it's pretty cheap. All three are located a few blocks from the wharf. <br><br>Life here is slow and idyllic, although the current buzz is that strange occurrences have been reported by the locals to the constabulary regarding the old Alchemist's mansion, ranging from weird lights being seen moving about the property, to unnatural fog shrouding the old place, to weird sounds emanating from it. Locals apparently have stopped going near it after dark.<br><br>Out front of city hall, a rather strapping human lad, about twenty or twenty one years old, wearing armor and carrying weapons is pinning a sheet to a signpost. <em>Hear Ye, Hear ye, by decree of the Saltmarsh Town Council, be it noted that the council has authorized Corporal Stoutly to hire and deputize three individuals to investigate the goings on at the Mansion to the northwest of the town. Those interested should inquire at the Constabulary.</em><br><br>The Constabulary sits in the middle of town, roughly two blocks from the Town Hall, and is the only completely stone building in town that is not a temple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 01:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lady Caithwaine, Florica<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr>Despite the drab colors and unsettling air about the seaside town, Rowan still trots about like a pup at the sight of it.&nbsp; The sound of crashing surf over the usual shop noises and fisherman's chatter brings her to a pause at one point.&nbsp; "That noise there.&nbsp; It's like thunder."&nbsp; Then, screwing her eyes shut incredulously.&nbsp; "Is that the ocean?! Blast, I'd hoped it would be louder... Oh but it really is strange, isn't it? Day in and out, that--" and thus the country girl has returned to the subject she's been on about, perhaps annoyingly so, since the trio of young women had met over the past few days, the awkward chance that brought them together having taken them here on a winding path. <br><br>It's clear that she follows at their heels with a puppyish enthusiasm, but lacks any of the sorceress' gilded, surreal charm or the paladin's natural, serene grace.&nbsp; Her ceaseless barrage of questions about the ocean, ocean ships, ocean waves, storms, and sailors is occasionally broken up by other awkward questions (were your ears always pointed, or do they get that way gradually? They're real pretty... Sort of like... Er, cornhusks.)(That woman called you a witch! Should I go break her egg basket?&nbsp; Or... Well... You are a witch right, but it's how she said it pissed me off.)(Alright... Never have I ever... Knifed a man in the kidney! I drink! ... Hey, are you two even playing?)<br><br>The notice being nailed by a strapping young soldier is, for one once, enough to distract her from notions of the grand seas... That, and the remnant dock smells in the air are less than she'd romanticized.&nbsp; Undaunted by the young man's weapons or purpose, she creeps onto him and lingers over his shoulder.&nbsp; "Are you the corporal, then?" She asks, a bit more sudden and loud than her design.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 08:43:18</strong>
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				Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging:<br>Status:<br><hr><br>"It...seems quite loud to me...."&nbsp; Amanda scrunched her nose at the smell of salt and brine that blew in with the fine sea mist; it didn't bother her - she actually found the new sensations rather interesting - but it took a moment now and then to adjust to the strangeness.&nbsp; The ocean here was like the wild apple trees back home, present everywhere and in everything, the manifest spirit of the place.&nbsp; Trees were much quieter, though, and lacked such a strong smell.&nbsp; "Why would you want it any-"&nbsp; She was interrupted by the sudden banging of hammer on nail right beside her, jumping a little before looking down to consider the man doing the pounding.&nbsp; Her gaze approved of his broad shoulders and trim waist, then moved on to the notice.&nbsp; "Hmm.&nbsp; Deputy seems promising."&nbsp; She wondered if they'd have time to sample some of the fresh fish the town was known for, but supposed tourism wasn't the stuff of legends and ought to be avoided as a distraction.&nbsp; <br><br>Rowan seemed to have the same opinion; unless she just wanted to know about the man's ears or something.&nbsp; <em>Oh sweet Lady, please don't let her ask anything too embarrassing,</em> she thought, standing with a bright smile and quiet confidence, only adding a few comments as appropriate to confirm their general competence and help with the negotiation.&nbsp; <br><br>[Will aid another on any negotiations.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 14:00:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> Will had literally started to pound the nails into the first notice on his trip around town with the official proclamations when Rowan, seemingly out of nowhere, spoke and announced her presence, right behind him. He didn't jump, but was a little startled. He turned around, and noted that she had company. <em>Three, well isn't that fortuituous</em> he thought to himself.<br><br>'Er yes, I am. Corporal Will Stoutly, leader of the Saltmarsh Militia, as it were' he said to Rowan, and her companions. 'If you are inquiring about the proclamation, you would be the first. I am literally just putting the first one up' and he finished with it, putting his hammer away on his belt. 'To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing' the man said to the trio, bowing slightly. He's the first person any of the ladies had seen in the town that didn't smell like fish, and who seemed to know that bathing regularly was a good idea. His armor did have a few dings and dents on it, indicating that he was no figurehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 16:43:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lady Caithwaine, Florica, Corporal Honeypot<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr>As soon as Will makes eye contact with her, Rowan gives a toothy, girlish smile, blushes feverishly, and ducks behind Amanda's shoulder.&nbsp; She bites her lower lip and stares, one hand on each of the elven girl's armored shoulders, looking the Corporal over and listening intently.&nbsp; "Her.&nbsp; Or her.&nbsp; You have her pleasure of undressing I mean addressing.&nbsp; She's Amanda.&nbsp; She's Florica.&nbsp; They're in charge."&nbsp; Lowering her face to silence her prattle, the diminutive young human woman continues.&nbsp; "If you can tell us 'bout this trouble at the mansion, we'd perhaps be able to save you a nailing." She swallows. "Save you from nailing up all these notices."&nbsp; She mutters softly. "Umm could you take over before I die here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 02:38:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan Riks, Lady Caithwaine, Will Stoutly<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr><br>Florica had thus far proven a rather reserved conversationalist on their journey. Yet, when she deigned to join any given conversation, she proved herself quite apt at speechcraft. And yet, there was always a distance about her. Any time conversation seemed to broach and matter of intimacy, even so innocent as questions of her home or where she learned her magics, she would deflect with some abrupt change of topic, or simply cease speaking entirely. She would afore long prove herself to have little patience for Rowan's barrage of questions whenever they veered into her personal life, although she would be far more willing to entertain even her more banal queries so long as it was about any other topic. Even wine would pry little more from her save flirtation, especially if it served also to distract Rowan from her questions.<br><br>When they finally arrived at the town, Florica perhaps would prove the least dounted by the smell of fish, or the sound of the ocean. In fact, if anything, perhaps a brief glimpse of nostalgia could be seen on her face. Just as soon, though, it would disappear, replaced by Florica's usual stoic expression, giving nothing else away of what may be at work behind that distant visage. She offered little hint as they progressed into the town, and soon enough the party's attention seemed to be taken by the well-bathed corporal.<br><br>As Rowan seemed to quickly melt into a puddle of blushing nerves, Florica rolled her eyes slightly, stepping forward as she offered a slight bow in greetings, before speaking up, her voice carrying a distinct Rhennee accent, "As my... charming... acquaintance introduced, I am Florica. We've heard tell that your town wants for assistance in a matter of some mystery. We would be honored to offer said assistance. Provided proper recompense, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 05:05:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> 'Well met to all three of you, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I must say ma'am, that you have a way with words that I have not heard before' he said to Rowan. He turned his attention back to Florica as she spoke, nodding his head in understanding with her explanation and desires. 'Of course. Help is much appreciated, and I have no desire to enter into such an agreement without their being some sort of recompense for you trouble and time' he added, acknowledging her opening terms.<br><br>'Would the three of you object to meeting at the constabulary, and going over the terms, and making an agreement, and then discussing the particulars involved?' he asked, taking his hammer and prying the nail out of the post, and taking down the paper that he had just posted.<br><br>'Seems that my nailing was premature. I will hold off on posting any further notices until we discuss matters. We are not a wealthy town, but I've managed to secure funds to pay for an investigation, and hopefully that will be enough to satisfy you at the moment. We can discuss whenever you are ready' the Corporal stated to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 05:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lady Caithwaine, Florica, Corporal Honeypot<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr>Rowan nods vigorously, but otherwise-- by some blessing of the gods-- manages to keep her trap shut.&nbsp; She will wait for Corporal Stoutly to begin leading them along the way to the constabulary out of deference to his position, flashing Florica a broad grin and giving her an appreciative pat on the back.&nbsp; <i> Go team--</i> before following last in line.&nbsp; She is careful to remove the notice he'd nailed up last of all, folding it and tucking it away into her pocket before it can attract any more attention to their newfound purpose in town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 15:45:36</strong>
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				The Constable leads them a couple of blocks into town, past the inns and several blocks away from the wharf, where the odor of fishing lessens. It's a more urban area, with several streets filled with small homes, and a small business district. Up ahead is the constabulary, a large brick and stone building that is fortified, and solidly built up on a small hill, indicating that if there is a flood, it will likely be a good spot for locals to gather at for safety. As you approach it, you spy a very small, quaint and cozy cottage next to it, with a sign on the post out front that states 'Stoutly Residence'. It's likely the constable's home, although it's quite small, likely only a few rooms, but it's next door, where if there is trouble, the constable can immediately respond.<br><br>The contrast is amazing. While the constabulary is dull and dreary looking, the constable's cottage is brightly painted, with a small grass yard.<br><br>He opens the door to the constabulary, and all the cells are visible. Not much happens in Saltmarsh obviously, as all the cells are empty. There are several sets of keys and manacles on the walls, and a weapon rack full of spears and swords.<br><br>He motions to a wooden table with multiple chairs, and asks everyone to take a seat.<br><br>'Thanks for coming ladies. I'd like to state up front, that I have fifteen hundred gold to offer, that would amount to five hundred a piece. That's all we have, but I'm fairly certain that should be enough for investigating the house. It's likely a wild goose chase, but enough locals have reported incidents, so we need to take it seriously if nothing else, to calm some folks down'. While they sat, he stood behind his chair, arms resting on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 10:38:37</strong>
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				Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging:<br>Status:<br><hr><br>Amanda's eyes widened a bit as Rowan nearly stumbled over her own tongue and into the corporal's bed.&nbsp; She actually waited a moment after the man mentioned his premature nailing for another quip, but it seemed Rowan was going to keep her mouth shut and clothes on at least until they were off the street.&nbsp; Amanda let the moment end with a silent laugh, her hand covering her mouth, once Stoutly's back was turned.&nbsp; "You're terrible!&nbsp; <em>Undressing</em>?"&nbsp; She laughed again as they trailed behind, mastering her expression of scandalized excitement by the time they were in the constabulary, although she was fairly certain she'd lose it completely if Rowan said anything whatsoever about the manacles.&nbsp; Just the memory of Isabelle teaching her what <em>those</em> could be used for brought color to her cheeks.&nbsp; <br><br>Florica seemed ready to handle the negotiations, and Amanda was content to let her do so.&nbsp; Compensation for honest work was logical and needful - it hadn't taken long away from home to realize how expensive life on the road could be - but she wasn't comfortable asking for money for something she planned to do regardless.&nbsp; <br><br>A few questions wouldn't hurt, however.&nbsp; "Incidents?&nbsp; Has there been anything more serious than some odd sounds and sights?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 16:30:02</strong>
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				'Actually no, there have not, that is the crazy thing about this, but there have been enough complaints about weird noises and lights, that it bears checking out before the citizens of the town decide to go investigate themselves and end up getting someone hurt' he said to Amanda. 'I've spoken to one person that has actually gone into the house. Of course, the house was for years the home of an eccentric old alchemist, Petrov, and it is common knowledge that he facilitated experiments on metals in his home. Most people seem to think he was trying to turn lead, tin and other metals into gold, so the rumors and legends about the house are that there is a huge treasure hidden somewhere within it's walls' Will said to them. 'Not sure if it's true. I did meet an find an aged poacher who confessed to having wandered into the back door of the house a couple of years before, hoping to 'acquire' some food. Diverted by the prospect of free wine in the cellar, he started to descend the stairs, heard ghastly shrieks and piercing wails--and ran, frightened out of his wits. He discovered that telling his tale netted him free ale once in awhile at the local inn, but that was it. He didn't get a good look at anything, nor did he stick around to investigate. He couldn't actually describe the shrieks or sights in detail, apparently they scared him enough that he turned and bolted' he finished.<br><br>'So, basically, we're going to enter the house and investigate. I'm authorized to give you each five hundred gold crowns, and you are free to share whatever valuables are discovered that have been left behind in the house. Those are the terms, pretty simple. All I know is that it's an old, two story house with a basement. There is a back door, and a front door, and it sits atop a cliff overlooking the bay. If the terms are amenable, we will head out at first light, and I will pay to put you up at the inn for the duration of your stay.'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 17:32:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Group, Amanda, lightly searching the Constabulary (Perception +6)<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal<br><strong>Rolls</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-24 11:45:05, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111853) Perception (rolled a 1 +6)<br>At 2017-12-24 11:44:55, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111852) Bluff (rolled a 4 +7)</div></div><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280006.msg13776440#msg13776440">Quote from: eBadger on 24-12-2017, 10:38:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Amanda let the moment end with a silent laugh, her hand covering her mouth, once Stoutly's back was turned.&nbsp; "You're terrible!&nbsp; <em>Undressing</em>?"&nbsp; She laughed again as they trailed behind, mastering her expression of scandalized excitement by the time they were in the constabulary, although she was fairly certain she'd lose it completely if Rowan said anything whatsoever about the manacles.&nbsp; Just the memory of Isabelle teaching her what <em>those</em> could be used for brought color to her cheeks.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rowan's mouth works silently and she gestures in surrender and admission of guilt.&nbsp; "<em>Pure accident, I swear-- not the best negotiator, sorry.</em>"&nbsp; She, too, flushes anew, and bites her lower lip and grins at Amanda, something in her stare a bit more than simple flirtation before she demures and turns away to study their surroundings.&nbsp; She begins to nose about, looking for any signs of unusual activity-- out of a general distrust, her overcompensating mouth not making up for her inner wounds, as she tries to assess anything she can of the constabulatory's recent goings-on.&nbsp; <br><br>The mention of the coin AND free room at the Inn seems an advantageous offer to her.&nbsp; The money seems an exceptionally good price, and it looks like Florica's charm is working to the three's benefit already.&nbsp; When she's out of the Corporal's direct view, she gives her silent assent, an enthusiastic nod and thumbs-up, her blonde hair dancing as she vigorously waggles her head in repeated nods. "I bet the inn's nice," she says, returning to composure.&nbsp; In their short time together, the three hadn't slept under a proper roof.&nbsp; "Would be nice to settle in, prepare ourselves.&nbsp; It'll feel good to do a service good people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 19:28:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> While they are discussing things, Rowan casually eyes the area, taking in the constabulary's surroundings. It's pretty spartan, and clean, apparently serving as a functional space only. There is a desk she notices in a corner, with a key ring on it and a few papers, but it's neat, clean and the papers are stacked in an orderly fashion. With no prisoners in the gaol, it's quiet. It's basically a one room building, designed to be fortified. Nothing really jumps out at her, and nothing unusual is in the building. It's actually quite boring. If the constable has any personal items or belongings, or any other objects, they'd be in his cottage likely. <br><br>While Rowan is checking out the constable's office, she looks up and is pretty sure she catches him turning away after checking her out. Yes, she's fairly certain that constable's eyes were wandering over her, and not looking at her in a professional manner. However, as she looks up at him, he turns his eyes away, focusing on the conversation.<br><br>'The inn is nice. It's nothing fancy, but it's clean, the food is good, and lodgings are comfortable. I'd like you to be quartered somewhere that you'd feel comfortable, and close. The inn is just up the street. I am unsure how long the investigation will take, so I think some permanency to your lodgings is a fair part of your compensation. When I first started in this position, I lodged there while the cottage was under construction. I can vouch for how good the food is and how comfortable the beds are.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>28-12-2017, 09:55:20</strong>
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				Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging:<br>Status:<br><hr><br>Amanda nodded slowly, thoughtful.&nbsp; "A real bed does sound nice."&nbsp; Were heroes allowed to like feather blankets and cozy hearths?&nbsp; There weren't a lot of instructions either way.&nbsp; Hardiness was important, and long journeys plentiful, but there was a great deal of mead and ale being drunk as well.&nbsp; Although she preferred a nice dry cider, and didn't have the head for much of it.&nbsp; "And...what if we explore it thoroughly and just find an old house?&nbsp; We have a haunted wood back home," she explained with a wistful smile. "Very similar.&nbsp; Lights, voices, even a good scream or bony hand now and then.&nbsp; It also happens to be next to the town's tavern, and we have a mischievous band of adolescents."&nbsp; She chuckled at memories of clever pranks played on drunkards.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't so much that she wanted to make sure they were paid, although that was a benefit; but it was best for everyone if their task was clearly defined.&nbsp; She didn't want to fail the town, nor to take money she hadn't rightfully earned.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>28-12-2017, 10:47:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan Riks, Lady Caithwaine, Will Stoutly<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr><br>Florica let out a soft sigh as they began to follow the constable. She glanced aside at Rowan, a slight hint of a smirk passing ephemerally over her features before she turned her attention back to Will with her usual stoic neutrality. For all her foolishness, the girl did prove herself amusing to have around. Her easily-flustered nature certainly provided entertainment enough for Florica on occasion. As Rowan mused at the pleasantness of an inn room, she offered only a nod. She couldn't deny that an actual roof over their heads and real beds sounded pleasant, accustomed though she may be to beds of packed dirt under the night sky.<br><br>Out of the corner of her eye she couldn't help but watch as the constable seemed to rather shamelessly checking out her companion. She wondered momentarily if she should feel slighted, but truthfully, she cared little. Besides, she could hardly blame him, Florica had certainly been guilty of doing the same a few times during their travels. Perhaps there were even ways to utilize his blatant admiration to their own ends should they have need to. Florica certainly had no qualms over stooping to such tactics.<br><br>After Will spoke of the inn, that slight hint of a smirk once again crossed her lips as she mused over his words, thinking to herself, <em>'Yes, I imagine you would want Rowan close, wouldn't you?'</em> Of course, openly she said nothing of the sort, and instead simply replied, "The inn sounds lovely, as does the coin. I trust, given our locale, fresh fish is on the menu?" Florica was far from a picky eater, though truth be told, she hadn't had good, fresh fish in what felt like ages. The thought even made her a little nostalgic, though she was certain the local means of preparing seafood was little like what she had grown up with.<br><br>Turning her head towards Amanda, she chuckled softly and added, "If the house is merely creaky and the villagers filled with ale, then we will have earned our coin by bringing these poor folk some peace of mind, I think."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-12-2017, 20:48:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> He turned to Amanda. 'If all that is found, is a creaky old house without any suspicious activity or goings-on, then you will have earned the gold and the town will have the satisfaction of knowing that it is simply some natural disturbance, or nothing at all' he said, nodding to Florica as well when he spoke. 'The main goal, after all is to afford some satisfaction to the locals. What I find odd though, is all the years it has lay dormant, and with all the rumors that the old alchemist was trying to make gold from baser metals, we have not had troves of treasure seekers or glory hunters come into the area and ransack the house' he said.<br><br>'I am not sure if that speaks to lack of faith in the rumors, or if there may be something about the house that dissuades exploration. Can't really say' he said to them.<br><br>'In any event, if you are amenable, then we have terms, and at first light we can begin to explore. I have contacted the temple and we should have the services of a priestess of Lydia should there be need of any sort of aid from that quarter' he said to them. 'She will join us in the morning when we set out.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-12-2017, 03:03:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tathing</strong>: Group, basically open<br><strong>Status</strong>: cutely self-conscious<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>Rowan takes a quick self-assessment as she thinks, perhaps, that the corporal may have been looking at her a little longer than a cursory summation... Blushing again, she adjusts where the weight of her daggers rugs her belt low on her hips with a little shimmy and takes a moment to smooth the flyaway tufts&nbsp; of her honey colored hair.&nbsp; She nervously licks her lips and darts a gaze of adrift confusion toward Amanda and Florica, seemingly flattered and astonished at once.<br><br>"Soooo this sounds perfectly reasonable to me.&nbsp; I can't wait to get in the inn and get settled... In.&nbsp; There." She swallows nervously.&nbsp; "Just us girls an all.&nbsp; For now.&nbsp; I mean, until morning.&nbsp; When we meet up.". She nods, trying to look confident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>02-01-2018, 10:28:15</strong>
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				Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging:<br>Status:<br><hr><br>Increasingly convinced this conversation needed to end soon before someone got pregnant, Amanda shot her friend another look of mixed amusement and scandal.&nbsp; "Yes, to the inn.&nbsp; Just us girls, for now."&nbsp; Rowan was welcome to do as she wanted - and that <em>wasn't</em> a twinge of jealousy, thank you very much - but best she do it in her right mind, and right certainly wasn't where the blond's mind was at right now.&nbsp; More like <em>right now</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>Anyhow, the furniture here didn't look very comfortable.&nbsp; Although, cells weren't really meant to be, and Isabelle had shared this one idea...she glanced at the locks and blushed herself.&nbsp; Good grief, this wasn't going well.&nbsp; <br><br>"We'll see you tomorrow, then?"&nbsp; Best they focus on the matter at hand for a bit; perhaps ask around about the mansion.&nbsp; The lack of local curiosity had already piqued her interest as well; a single story of someone who didn't even go all the way inside?&nbsp; Back home, a mystery like that would draw the locals like flies to honey, for better or worse, rather than keep them away.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>02-01-2018, 11:26:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan, Amanda, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr><br>Florica listened as Rowan near tripped over her words right into Will's bed, offering little more than a role of her eyes in response. She'd little expectation of her traveling companions being chaste, gods know she herself wasn't, but she was rather impressed by the speed with which Rowan seemed to have stumbled into this. She shifted her gaze towards her other companion, as she commented on the shenanigans unfolding before them, letting out a quiet chuckle as she muttered towards the paladin, "Dost thy tongue betray a hint of indignation, dear paladin?"<br><br>She said nothing else on the matter, however, at least in their present setting, instead turning to Will and offering an appropriately practiced curtsy, tipping her head subtle as she bid him farewell, "Aye, I think we've spoken on the matter enough for now. We must needs retire to the inn, and will reconvene anon to begin our investigation in earnest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>02-01-2018, 22:21:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> 'Very well ladies, thank you for your prompt and swift interest in the matter. It saves the town from a delay in finding out what exactly is going on and I don't have to wander around town hammering up additional notices' he added. 'If I don't see any of you ladies tonight in the inn at supper time, then I will see you in the morning here bright and early, along with our local underpriestess of Lydia, and we shall set off to begin our investigation' he said, bowing to them.<br><br>'I have already made the arrangements at the inn, please direct them to bill the Constable's account, they will know what it is for' he said to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>04-01-2018, 07:40:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Florica<br>Status:<br><hr><br>Amanda gave Florica a startled look, somewhat taken aback.&nbsp; "I- no!&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Do I seem upset?"&nbsp; She tilted her head curiously, her unnaturally bright red hair falling across her right shoulder.&nbsp; "You don't think a little, um, cogitation might be good before, um, things...." she stumbled for a moment to think of a word other than <em>coitus</em>, "...progress?"&nbsp; She cleared her throat and glanced at Will, suddenly unsure how obvious she ought to be.&nbsp; "With our, ah, employer?&nbsp; Er, <em>employment</em>."&nbsp; Oh light, was she implying Rowan was a prostitute now?&nbsp; Not that she would judge her if so, but she didn't seem the sort.&nbsp; Cassia, the pretty widow who the boys often visited as they became men, was the utter picture of confidence and soft grace.&nbsp; <br><br>She thanked the constable and bade him farewell.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>04-01-2018, 19:56:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Group, basically open<br><strong>Status</strong>: <br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>Following Amanda's lead, Rowan dips her head and grins at the Constable, giving her best smile in thanks and looking him over once more-- this time a little less obviously (she hopes) as she scurries for the door.&nbsp; She's practically climbing on Amanda's back as they reach the open street, then, peeking first over one shoulder than the other of the red-haired elven girl's armor.&nbsp; "Oh lords, we've a job!&nbsp; We're real adventurers now eh?" she hushes her voice, looking momentarily surreptitious as she scans the street for any eavesdroppers.&nbsp; <br><br>"And a tidy sum, my my--" she says in a stage-whisper, then grins at Florica then, reaching to give her an enthusiastic hug-- then rethinking it, out of modesty and to appear confident and professional-- and instead giving the woman's arm a reassuring squeeze.&nbsp; "Well done in there, well done," she states with regained calm, then straightens her gear and resettles her backpack on her shoulders.&nbsp; "Alright then-- so to the Inn, a hot meal, a bit of cleaning up... maybe we can talk some more about the manor, the rumors... our... employer... with the eyes and the... strong jaw... and the broad shoulders and such..."&nbsp; her eyes glass over a bit and she fades to a goofy grin, then she seems to darken a bit, her mouth setting to a firm line, and she swallows hard.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, anyway.&nbsp; Best we get our rest.&nbsp; Place could be dangerous."&nbsp; She looks to Amanda, seeming to study the elven girl's features with some renewed fascination, and then to Florica again, her bright eyes searching for something unspoken.&nbsp; Clammed up as she is, it's unclear what she's thinking, but she walks very close to them, her agile feet and diminutive form making her almost their very shadow with every step they take.&nbsp; She seems to perk up, but there's a tinge that it's false bravado now.&nbsp; "Lead on, comrades."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>08-01-2018, 22:00:01</strong>
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				Bookkeeping is already taken care of at the inn, in fact, when they arrive, they are each handed a key to their own rooms, each of them gets privacy, and two square meals a day with drinks while working on the case. As they check their rooms out, they discover that they are simple, yet cozy, plain yet comfortable. The rooms each have a bed, a small table with a chair, a small armoire, and a wash basin with a pitcher of water, and a chamberpot. There is also a tub in each room in a small room with a locking door. Baths will have to be pre-arranged however, so staff can boil water. Dinner is already cooking, they can smell beef roast and chicken roasting, as well as multiple types of fresh bread.<br><br>Stowing their gear and tidying up, the trio have time to discuss, and when they come down for dinner, they find the common room busy. Evidently the food is good, because the inn does not have this many rooms considering how many folks are busy eating and talking. They find a table, and soon their plates and tankards of drinks arrive, and it is a full table that is set, beef, chicken, seasoned fish, rolls, potatoes and greens, along with cherry pie for dessert. Pitchers of water, ale and wine are available, and the food is better than it smells.<br><br>As the group get down to eating, they notice the constable coming in, out of his armor, wearing a simple outfit of pants and a white button down shirt. He's got a dagger at his waist, but is otherwise unarmed. He has a few words with the innkeeper, and then starts looking for a table to sit at and eat dinner. The trio notice a couple of ladies in the inn stop eating, and watch him as well, with eyes like huntresses on the prowl. He seems to be avoiding the area of the common room where they are located. On purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>09-01-2018, 07:58:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Rowan<br>Status: Tipsy<br><hr><br>Amanda was delighted by the inn, content with the simplicity and eager to spend the coming night in a bed rather than on the ground.&nbsp; The tub in particular delighted her; not that she was averse to a bit of mud and rough living, but anyone civilized could appreciate the luxury of relaxation and cleanliness after a long walk.&nbsp; She wished she'd mastered Isabelle's knack of instantly heating tub water - it was also useful for tea and warm winter cider - but would have to rely on the staff this time.&nbsp; She requested a bath following dinner, asking at the same time for some prepared meals tomorrow: a bit of bread, cheese, and whatever was in season to provide some light midday meals during their adventure.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gear stowed and dressed in her clothing - durable wool and soft leather in sage and brown, decorated with a simple tree leaf motif - Amanda made her way to the tavern and enjoyed the energy of the crowd.&nbsp; She freely shared her own purpose there, asking inn patrons for stories of the mansion, why they'd never thought to visit the place and whatever advice they might have for those who did.&nbsp; The last part wasn't so much for her own good - they'd never been there, after all - but she understood mild flattery made more friends than explaining she was three times their age and had a very large sword that could solve any problems a polite discussion couldn't, thank you all the same, and after all she was going to die anyways.&nbsp; <br><br>That last didn't escape her own awareness, although she didn't think it seemed likely to come this soon.&nbsp; She hadn't done anything particularly heroic yet, after all, and it seemed unlikely the stuff of legends would emerge from an old house near Saltmarsh.&nbsp; Still, she decided to get a bit drunk.&nbsp; Not too much so - exertion on a hangover was terrible stuff - but it would be nice if her buzz lasted through her bath and helped her into bed.&nbsp; <br><br>All of which saw her at a long wooden table, cradling a large tankard of sage-apple ale and waving farewell to an old fisherman named Morris, who she'd referred to thrice as "grandfather" during the last half hour with only a mischievous twinkle in her eye to mark the irony.&nbsp; She smiled as she noticed the constable approaching, curious about his avoidance of the huntresses.&nbsp; Was he disinterested in the locals, trying to angle for Rowan, or had his prior glances been due to the girl's boyish hips?&nbsp; Well, one way to tell, she supposed.&nbsp; A casual sweep of her elbow knocked her napkin to the floor. &nbsp;"Oh!&nbsp; Would you pick that up for me, Rowan?&nbsp; This ale has gone to my head!"&nbsp; The bit of cloth was, of course, opposite the guardsman, requiring Rowan to bend over with her back to the man to retrieve it.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2018, 21:11:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, Florica, Corporal Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: <br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>Rowan's first action upon walking into her room at the inn is to stare, stupidly, at the single bed, then turn around and check the corners.&nbsp; "Is this for <i>real</i>?" she asks no one in particular, having never had real privacy of this like-- I mean, a room?&nbsp; When the inkeeper said as much, she was quite impressed, but she'd managed to contain it, figuring it a roped-off curtain-area amid a dozen other women.&nbsp; I mean... room to oneself doesn't mean A room to oneself...?!&nbsp; <br><br>She turns about and fiddles with the brass key in her hand, noting that it fits the lock on the door and, while there is perhaps room for another in the bed, they have apparently furnished it for one.&nbsp; <i>"Bloody marvelous!"</i> she hisses, dropping her gear and flinging herself onto the bed cover, her petite form producing an audible creak on the rustic frame and causing the post to bang into the wall adjoining Florica's room next door.&nbsp; The straw-stuffed matress is quite soft, yes, but certainly to pounce upon it repeatedly would ruin the effect, so she regathers herself with a giggle and tumbles onto the open floor with a giggle.&nbsp; "I've never had so much <i>stuff</i>, she grins, and begins poking about the furnishings.&nbsp; "Well, okay, so not so much stuff, but... so much room to PUT stuff."&nbsp; <br><br>She grins at the window and looks down, spotting a young man in the dirt lane below-- naturally, he's shocked at the sudden manifestation of the manic as a wood sprite in the window above.&nbsp; "AH!&nbsp; I'm above you right now!" she calls at the glass, waving and grinning.&nbsp; The lad shrinks and bolts, kicking up broken clamshell paversas he digs long strides as if to fly way.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; Well, good afternoon then!" she waves after, shrugging, and turns back to the room.<br><br>For a few moments she stares out at what she can see of the wharf and the sea, then fiddles with the window catch until she manages to open she shutters and let in the breeze of the bay, the distant whisper of surf, the smells of the sea.&nbsp; She smiles there, savoring that moment of peace, for a long while before she turns back to her room, closes her door, and locks it from the inside.<br><br>It's then that the uncertainty settles in... she's to go to dinner, and be joined by real company.&nbsp; Has she "arrived", hm?&nbsp; Is she to impress someone?&nbsp; Well, how will she impress them?<br><br>Untying the leather cords and loosening the buckles and straps that keep her armor tight to her body like a second skin, she sighs softly as air meets the places she had forgotten could feel.&nbsp; And with each piece that she arranges in the armoire chest, she feels lighter, but less substantial.&nbsp; Slighter and more vulnerable.&nbsp; Soon, she has the discomforting reminder that she's been wearing the same armor padding for many weeks, and that-- without a doubt, its character is nothing short of... earthy.&nbsp; Seizing the wash basin and a cloth, she snatches up the saddle-soap from her kit and, in her smallclothes, sets about scrubbing the leather and padding with the conditioning oil and ash-tallow base that will keep the leather supple, protect it from moisture, and rid it of the smell of her sweat.&nbsp; <br><br>It takes a while, and her arms and fingers ache from the effort.&nbsp; Dark is encroaching, and she can hear guests starting to gather downstairs for dinner... the focus upon her armor was good, she decides... grounding.&nbsp; It was a tether to the reality of this place.&nbsp; After carefully encasing her kit in the armoire, she sheds her smallclothes and paces her way to the window, tossing out the saddle-soaped water to the street below.&nbsp; There's a yowl, like a cat caught by surprise-- she stares, realizing that the youth from before had returned and was... well... apparently catching an eyeful before catching a literal faceful... and now is retreating down the path with the same alacrity as his earlier retreat.<br><br>"Well--" says Rowan, closing the shutter back with a resigned shrug.&nbsp; "S'pose that's a lesson for you."&nbsp; She refills the basin and performs a quick wash-down of herself, at once thankful and regretful that she doesn't own a mirror to ensure the job's thorough.&nbsp; The uncertainty is setting in again, and she can't help but pause-- when her fingertips brush over her hips, her inward slanting stomach, her breasts... is she attractive?&nbsp; Would a man want her like other women?&nbsp; Or like a strumpet..?&nbsp; Is that a good thing at all, or would it even matter?&nbsp; And then, when the washrag bumped over the familiar, raised scars-- white slits like animal eyes shut against the light-- she wonders if there is not some permanent shame in her that will never heal.&nbsp; Who could possibly... and would she ever -not- remember--?<br><br>A knock upon the door, gentle, almost motherly.&nbsp; Very strange, actually, to not be yelled at before the knock from downstairs or have a cursing threat preceed any address.&nbsp; "Excuse us, Miss, dinner's on-- your companions are already present."<br><br>"Right," she says softly as she heads for her secondhand clothes.&nbsp; At least they were clean, she having brushed them down before packing them away.&nbsp; "To dinner," she says, making a charicature of a stodgy official of some sort, "<i>You will be dining with the finest people in town this evening.&nbsp; Make a fine impression young lady... bur bur bur...</i>"<br><br>*<br><br>At dinner in her traveler's clothes, Rowan looks a bit more nervous than usual.&nbsp; She's not used to being around so many strangers, and as such she's seated herself carefully between Florica and Amanda for protection.&nbsp; The smell of the food is tantalizing enough that she's practically drooling when the bread is served, but manages not to make a complete fool of herself despite stashing a couple of rolls on her platter just in case.&nbsp; The sage-apple ale of Amanda's choosing has drawn her notice more than once, and she's asked for a bit of it here and there-- just enough to put a sparkle in her eye and reduce any self-consciousness she might have about the volume of her laugh when she and the girls make a joke, or when Florica's teasing innuendo heads in her direction... it seems she's immune to it tonight, playing right back at it with a jovial acceptance, and eventually the only sign of her self-consciousness is an occasional pantomimed shock, the lowering of her voice on a reply followed by a girlish laugh, or the hiding of her face behind a hand from time to time.&nbsp; <br><br>When Amanda drops her napkin, Rowan gives her a chiding look, completely unaware of the constable's entrance as she was momentarily distracted by a flourish of freshly-introduced food... for a girl of her size, she seems to have quite an appetite.&nbsp; "Did lugging about all that armor pull your back out, dear?" she asks jokingly, twisting and standing to reach for the cloth in such a way to fall utterly and embarrassingly for the ruse.&nbsp; Her boyish breeches, tailored for someone built quite differently from her flared-hipped frame, sag scandalously low as she stoops, and she giggles a bit before crouching, ass in the air, to retrieve it, making a failed effort do do so with any account of modesty.&nbsp; All the walking's done nothing to flatten her bottom, and carrying armor and gear for hours of exercise and tumbling has given that rump a rounded lift that is... well... dilectable... on her thin frame.&nbsp; <br><br>She straightens, drops the square back into Amanda's lap, and grins.&nbsp; "Alright, call me Grace I suppose.&nbsp; Hope nobody saw--" and she meets the constable's eyes as he arrives at their table, "-- that... was... an unfortunate accident, I must say.&nbsp; Bench must have given right out from under me.&nbsp; Glad I was able to fix it.&nbsp; Many carpenters in my home town, you know.&nbsp; And-- Well oh my, it's our good host, and how do you do good sir, you look positively..." her eyes dart over him from knees to hairline, with many detours in between, "... delicious...&nbsp; meal we're having.&nbsp; Please join us."&nbsp; She sits hard upon the bench and grabs Florica's knee with one hand, Amanda's with the other, her nails digging in softly as she goes completely rigid with her eyes wide as a frozen doe's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>13-01-2018, 16:16:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan, Amanda, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Pre-Gamed like a Pro <hr><br>As had often proved to be the case during their journeys, Florica did little to make her feelings towards the inn known as they made their way towards their rooms. Once they'd parted company with the constable, it was almost as if Florica were an actress leaving the stage. Florica oft proved a more than capable conversationalist, particularly talented when it came to obscuring the truth, or prying it from from an unwilling source. Yet, once the curtain fell, and the performance was over, she seemed loath to make smalltalk without some wine to loosen her tongue. Not to say that she had proven to be anti-social, but she did have something of a certain stoicism about her, save the occasional flirt or tease when it served to amuse her.<br><br>Entering her own room, she quickly disarmed, placing her When she heard Rowan's beadpost bang into her wall, she let out an audible sigh, shaking her head as she only imagined the ruckus if Rowan took the lawman to her own bed. The girl would do well to remember her neighbor had command of flames and that this inn looked awfully flammable. She had no qualms with the girl having her fun, but if it kept her awake there would be hell to pay.<br><br>She let out a quiet breath as she looked about and found the tub, a small hint of a smile curling onto the edges of her lips. She could certainly use a bath. Traveling had a way of making one collect an impressive amount of grime. At times it almost felt like her travels earned her more filth than coin. Of course, if all went as she hoped, her fortunes seemed set to turn for the better. Regardless, that was the future, and for now, her most pressing concern was a bath. She was quite capable of preparing her own bath, and the idea of calling on the staff to boil water for her was frustrating, though she supposed they would like as not ill approve of her starting a fire in her room without so much as seeking permission first. Besides, as she thought on it, it had other advantages.<br><br>She opted to call upon the staff, having them prepare her a bath, and to bring some wine to her room. A bath, like much anything else in life, was distinctly better with some wine. She waited patiently as her bath was prepared... or at least with the outward facade of patience. She even managed to work out a polite smile as she was informed her bath was ready, though her eyes threatened to kill until she was left to her privacy. She pulled back her hood, removing her cloak and setting it aside. He clothing had an elaborate quality to it, but her lack of armor made it rather easy to undress. Piece by piece her clothing fell until she stood naked in her room, save for her assorted jewelry, which she began to remove piece by piece, piling them nearby neatly as to avoid losing any, along with the various other possessions she carried on herself. She then stepped in, letting out a quiet little breath as the heat enveloped her lower legs, and then, as she descended into the water, the rest of her form. It might have been a bit intense for most, but she'd always preferred her baths on the hotter side of things.<br><br>She reached for the pitcher of wine that had been left by her bath, ignoring the cup brought with it and bringing the whole container up to her lips. She had little need for propriety when she was alone in the nude, soaking in a bath. As such she was quite comfortable chugging back the beverage in a most unladylike manner. She supposed it best to avoid getting too stewed before dinner, though all parties involved would likely be happier were she to enter with that uncomfortable edge replaced by a comfortable warm fuzzy feeling. She paid little mind as rivulets of red streamed down her chin and neck, diluting into her bathwater at her breasts.<br><br>Once she was content with a mild level of intoxication, she lowered the pitcher back down, relaxing into her bath and idly extending her hand over to her belongings. The ornate wooden pipe she carried with her lifted itself up and lazily floated into her grasp, her other hand extended in the same direction, and a small pouch followed suit. Using her teeth to pull open the string she attempted to gingerly tip the pouch such that a small measure of its contents tumbled out into the bowl of the pipe. Placing the pouch down by the side of her bath, she proceeded to conjure up a small spark into the bowl. There was a practice grace to her actions that implied this wasn't her first bath-smoke.<br><br>She closed her eyes, inhaling a lungful of smoke and holding her breath in, savoring every moment as the subtle intoxicants contained within dispersed into her form. As she removed the pipe and exhaled out a cloud, she held her other hand up, making some arcane motion, causing the smoke to form the shape of a dragon, even giving a flap of its wings as it proceeded to fly about the bath, held together by a simple prestidigitation spell. A lazy grin held on her lips, enjoying her own antics, though as she stared at the form of the dragon, her expression hardered, a forlorn look passed over her features, followed shortly by bitterness, and in an instant the dragon was gone.<br><br>She closed her eyes, letting her body drift further into the water, washing not only the grime from her body, but the world from her senses. For a blissful moment's respite, she felt nothing but hot water and a soothing numbness.<br><br>Some time later, she met with the others, now clothed once more, dried no doubt in some small part by the effects of more cantrips. She was surprised to discover she was not the last to arrive, though rather less surprised that the prim and proper paladin had been the first. She offered a bow of her head in greeting, and another once they were joined by Rowan.<br><br>Once they were seated, now being in public, Florica actually displayed a level of decorum, not simply shoving the pitcher of wine into her maw like the village drunkard. As might be expected by the grace she oft showed in public, she managed a ladylike level of restraint and grace. That, of course, did not stop her from doing her damndest to try and fluster the party rogue at every opportunity. Hells, she even took a few opportunities to see how their paladin's composure held up.<br><br>At Amanda's stunt, she rolled her eyes, unable to disguise a hint of amusement, even as she playfully scolded her companion, muttering, "How very childish..." Still, she watched Rowan's reaction with some amusement, finally barely managing to restrain a rare audible laugh at the flustered rogue's sudden inability to speak the common tongue coherently. As the girl grabbed onto her knee as though she were the next chicken to the block, Florica couldn't help but tease her, muttering, "You needn't look so terrified, dear. I much doubt he's of a mind to eat you." She paused for just a moment, then added, "At least, not in such scandalous a setting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 23:08:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div><em>I will be in these ladies debt several times over before this jaunt is finished</em> he thought to himself as he had spied them and made his way over to their table. Sitting with them would prevent any further intrusion on his business by the ladies in the inn who wished to speak to him of matters he did not wish to discuss, marriage with their daughters. He had tried to explain to a few of them that he didn't intend on staying in Saltmarsh much longer, and that his life was likely going to be one of adventure, and that certainly was no occupation that would provide the right fit for marriage to their daughters. Still, even that sort of warning didn't seem to damper the spirits of some of the ladies. He had supposed that he should have gone into detail with them about what the adventuring life would bring for him, and their daughters, and the many long nights they'd spend alone while he was gone. He hadn't however, and now here he was, unable to even enjoy a good meal without them tracking him down, until he'd spied the trio at their table, and been invited over.<br><br>The young lady Rowan was a beautiful specimen, and he'd been entranced upon first meeting, and well, he was not expecting to see such a delectable sight presented in front of him as he had approached. He was totally unaware of the shenanigans occurring at the table just prior, and maintained a straight face as he was addressed, by Rowan in her...flustered state.<br><br>He bowed politely. 'Good thing then that you are such a swift and able bodied person, capable of fixing said troublesome bench' he said to her, taking a seat at the table. 'It does indeed look very delicious' he said, looking directly at Rowan, not losing eye contact. 'May I partake of some with you?' he asked, and made sure the serving lass knew he intended to eat.<br><br>'I wish to thank you for inviting me to your table. I was dreading having to find a seat in the corner by myself. Not too much fun for dinner, I am afraid. So, it was a pleasant meeting this afternoon, and I was wondering' he said, taking a roll as they arrived and buttering one up to eat 'if you ladies would entertain me with a bit about yourselves, unless you of course, wish to remain mysterious. I am willing to respond in kind, if you like' he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 06:21:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, Florica, Corporal Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: <br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>Nodding intently, as if about to answer as soon as she has a sip of ale to clear her throat, Rowan lifts her hand from Florica's knee and raises her cup, sips, continues sipping, then drains it.&nbsp; Then the last dregs trickle into her mouth.&nbsp; She hangs on to it a bit longer there at her lips, just in case.&nbsp; Finally she sets it down.<br><br>"WELL," the pixieish girl begins, "I'm from a village called Falleth, not much bigger than your town square here... no docks, no ocean, just a slip of a river, some fields, a trading post, a town hall.&nbsp; Not much happens there.&nbsp; I didn't think I was much for the small-town life, and was looking for an opportunity to set out since I was a child.&nbsp; I wanted to see the world and this is the first time I've seen the ocean... and your town's kind of exciting to me, with the legends and the mystery and," her lashes flit as she looks him over, "people and all.&nbsp; You know."&nbsp; She grins awkwardly.&nbsp; "And I came out here because it's better than settling into a farm life cause I was shit at that."&nbsp; She clears her throat, eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "And... So!&nbsp; That's everything really.&nbsp; You're not married.&nbsp; I mean, you're not married?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 17:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> The ladies (especially Rowan)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Even More Interested Now<br><br>He listened as Rowan spoke, and found that her background was not unlike his really. While she found Saltmarsh to be more interesting, possibly due to the newness of it, he felt as she did when it came to the town of his birth. He was intent on leaving Saltmarsh to find something more interesting down the road, just as Rowan had done when she left home. <br><br>He grinned. 'No ma'am, not married. Never been married, not close. Available as can be' he added, just to see what that sparked.<br><br>'I'm glad you got a chance to get out, and start your travels. I envy you. One day, I will do the same. I've lived in Saltmarsh my whole life, and while the idyllic pace of life and the scenery that is the ocean are nice, I know there is more out there. Not much happens here though, in fact this endeavor we are embarking on is the first real change for me in a long time. Normally I just make sure the drunks get home, and that the visiting merchant ships and their crews don't cause trouble in the town. It's really not all that fascinating here. We are truly a sleepy fishing town.' He took a drink and eyed Rowan, and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 08:20:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Rowan, Stoutly, Florica<br>Status: Tipsy<br><hr><br>Amanda smiled as the two spoke, taking another long draught of her ale.&nbsp; "I'm from...well, the same place as this," she smiled down into the amber liquid with a wry expression.&nbsp; "It's very different.&nbsp; Wild apples thrive in the Vale; our homes are cultivated within the elder trees, surrounded by life and the energy of the orchards.&nbsp; The ocean brings life here, too; the salt, the birds, those strange little shelled creatures on the beach.&nbsp; It's very lovely and adventurous, but I'm not like the two of you.&nbsp; To put down my own roots, breed a new variety just to taste the perfect tartness on a summer days decades later...long nights at the fireside or noisy children.&nbsp; Well."&nbsp; She sighed, took a deep drink and rose from it with her expression cleared and bright, her smile wide.&nbsp; "It's not for me, though, which is really just fine.&nbsp; I'm called to serve, and honored by it."&nbsp; A nod at her own words, noting the inn kept moving a little after she was done.&nbsp; <br><br>"Rowan isn't married either.&nbsp; Not even a boyfriend, which is positively tragic." She raised a brow at Florica, curious how her closemouthed friend would respond.&nbsp; Knowing she may not even wish to, Amanda deliberately didn't direct a question to the girl, allowing her to step in or let the flirting duo converse on their own.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 06:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, Florica, Corporal Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Lightly tipsified but in control<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>Rowan looks hard at Amanda, her lower lip hanging a bit open.&nbsp; "That sounds sooo beautiful."&nbsp; She sighs.&nbsp; "Gods, doesn't everything she says sound beautiful? With such grace... like you'd imagine a Royal should be..."&nbsp; She tips her head, staring long at Amanda, then snaps her gaze back to the Corporal.&nbsp; "Sorry, my mind just... you know... drifts away sometimes."&nbsp; Grinning sheepishly, she shrugs and sips again.<br><br>After a few blinks, she slowly pivots her gaze back, as if Amanda's last few words sank in slower than everything else.&nbsp; "And yet, be damned, she speaks the truth.&nbsp; That's right.&nbsp; No betrothed, no... time for such things.&nbsp; No boys catching my fancy so much as the open road.&nbsp; No jilted lovers.&nbsp; No... clingy baggage.&nbsp; Nobody's chasing me.&nbsp; Just me and the&nbsp; and the company of these two lovely ladies."&nbsp; She goes wide-eyed again, as if she's spilled jam down her blouse.&nbsp; "I mean, not like THAT, you know.&nbsp; I just mean we've been companions.&nbsp; Traveling.&nbsp; Not that they aren't... or that we've ever.&nbsp; Not that I wouldn't!&nbsp; I mean-- not with a woman, least not these..." raising her eyebrows for emphasis, in a dire, doomed attempt to add humor, she continues to try to catch her errant tongue.&nbsp; "I mean gods know I've thought about it many a time, as little as just a moment ago, even.&nbsp; Oh but not like that, just-- you know-- how a thought just" she snaps her fingertips "<i>pops</i> up and you're wondering 'oh where did that come from?' like kind of like when I look at you, or looked at you... or when someone you kind fancy or could fancy just... Oh... Look there my cup's empty, be right back."<br><br>She stands quickly, snagging her ankle on Amanda's foot and nearly tumbles into the elven Paladin as she tries to stand.&nbsp; "Ha ha, really put my foot in it there.&nbsp; Let me just... Ah.&nbsp; Be.&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; Back."&nbsp; She pats Amanda's shoulder and takes a few steps toward the back door, then pauses, holds her head and heads for the front.&nbsp; "Just a-- breath of air."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 08:27:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan, Amanda, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Probably more drunk than she seems. <hr><strong>Rolls:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Cunning Caster: Message</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-01-30 00:56:47, Florica (uid: 15606) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=113740)</div></div><br><br>Florica remained silent as the other women spoke of their backstories, giving no intention as to whether or not she intended to chime in and offer her own tale. Her mouth, for the time, remained shut, save when she deigned to pour more wine into it. As Amanda finished her own, Florica knew the spotlight would shift her way, and the other would no doubt be curious if she was going to share. Before she had any chance to do so, however, Rowan... well, did a Rowan. The girl had an amazing knack for forcing her foot into her own mouth, it seemed.<br><br>Hearing her stumble over her words and seemingly confess to fantasizing about everyone at the table, or something to that effect, brought one of those amused grins to the sorceress' lips. She tilted her head towards the flustered girl, calling over to her in that playful tone which only seemed to come out when she drank, "It's quite alright, dear. I have that effect on people."<br><br>Spying an opportunity for a little more fun, Florica took advantage of everyone's attention being drawn towards Rowan to stealthily work her magics, quietly casting the message cantrip, and then gesturing towards Rowan from a hand under the table, and mouthing quietly, the magics carrying her words to Rowan, while hiding them from the others, <em>"Quite an eloquent display. Should the corporal fail to be charmed, however, I'm certain I could provide you with sufficient... comfort."</em><br><br>Because truly, at the end of the day, what is even the point of being magically inclined if one cannot drunkenly abuse spellcraft for the sake of flirting with one's traveling companions. Should Rowan choose to look back at the spellcaster, she would shift her gaze back to the others at the table, only a glance out the corner of her eye, and a sly grin giving hint that Rowan hadn't simply been hearing things. Half the fun, of course, was simply waiting to see her reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 09:15:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Rowan, Stoutly, Florica<br>Status: Tipsy<br><hr><br>Amanda giggled girlishly at Rowan's display, tipping her stein back to wet her lips in an attempt to hide her mirth.&nbsp; It was silly how uptight the girl was about something so simple; something that, like she said, just came to mind sometimes.&nbsp; It reminded Amanda of herself at a younger age.&nbsp; She'd felt a bit confused herself, especially after the first night when tickling Isabelle had turned into something much stranger and more enjoyable.&nbsp; The raven-haired elf had calmed her, though, explained how it wasn't serious like a boy and a girl, just something good friends did to be nice to each other.&nbsp; They'd even sneaked off to watch Isabelle's sisters, just to prove that everyone did it, even if it wasn't a polite company sort of topic, and really how could something be bad when they both enjoyed it and nobody was harmed?&nbsp; And then Isabelle had told Amanda about an idea with some rope and an odd shaped tree in the back orchard....<br><br>She sighed wistfully as her eyes followed Rowan, not quite realizing how obviously she was staring at her companion's pert bottom.&nbsp; "I'm really not sure if we ought to cut her off or get her another."&nbsp; The latter would doubtlessly prove more entertaining.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to Will, she lowered her voice to a pretend whisper.&nbsp; "Florica likes to be mysterious.&nbsp; So I simply make up stories for her.&nbsp; Today, she was kidnapped by fey from a gypsy caravan, then rescued by three kindly magic ravens.&nbsp; They raised her, teaching her spells to fend off bears and wolves and find the most delicious grubs, until a great sultan came through the forest and she fell madly in love with him.&nbsp; But alas, he was already wed, and she too prideful to be a second wife - the sultans do that, you know, with the second wives, which I guess gives the wives something to do when the sultans are off fighting dervishes - and anyhow, she ran off and hardened her heart, all very tragic and sad, until some kindly tinker's son can soften it again with kindness." &nbsp;She turned her grin at Florica, quietly daring the girl to contradict the ridiculous story with a scrap of actual information.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 21:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> The ladies (especially Rowan)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Even More Interested Now<br><br>Things had suddenly gotten rather dizzying, the speed at which comments were flying had the good corporal looking from lady, to lady, to lady, and smiling in acknowledgement. Amanda's description of her hometown sounded very nice. That actually sounds lovely he said to Amanda, especially the part about the orchards sounded like it would a splendid place to visit, and at least paint a scene of. Suddenly talk shifted to the lack of boyfriends and pursuit, and the good corporal noted Rowan's suddenly quick responses flowing forth in an open stream of consciousness at breakneck speed. Truth be told it was rather cute, and he found himself smiling at her behavior. After Florica finished speaking, he decided he would go see if Rowan needed any assistance. Pardon me ladies, I will be right back and the good corporal dashed after Rowan, but not before stopping at the bar to get a class of cold water for her, perhaps it was the alcohol but he doubted it. He made his way to where Rowan had exited the front door, and offered her the water. Hey there, sorry if you felt like you were put on the spot, or uncomfortable. Here he said, holding out the water for her. I can go back in if you want, but I wanted to make sure you were alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 01:22:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, Florica, Corporal Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Lightly tipsified but in control<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>At the front door of the Inn, Rowan stands taking a deep breath of the evening's salty air, and places her hand on her flushed cheek.&nbsp; She tilts her head reflexively at Florica's teasing message, gritting her teeth, and feels that flush in her skin warm even more furiously as she practically feels the words tickle her ear.<br><br>Having no concept of how the spell actually works, she hisses back a soft, defensive reply.&nbsp; "The only <i>comfort</i> I need right now is a <i>cold bath</i>.&nbsp; And a book."&nbsp; She stares out at the sea beyond the buildings across the street, hears the cry of a distant ocean bird, the soft thrum of waves.&nbsp; "And this view.&nbsp; And..." her voice takes a softer tone, no longer the hushed whisper.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; Maybe a <i>little</i>--"<br><br>"Hey there" says the smooth, honey-thick voice of Corporal Stoutly, so close she could feel his presence, and she goes utterly board-stiff from eyelids to toes as she stares out at the street with utter horror, mouthing silently 'oh gods'.&nbsp; "...sorry if you felt like you were put on the spot, or uncomfortable. Here... I can go back in if you want, but I wanted to make sure you were alright." <br><br>She remains rigid as a startled doe and darts her eyes back and forth across the street.&nbsp; Maybe there's a brigand.&nbsp; Maybe a monster.&nbsp; Yes, a great big monster and she'll rush off to chase it.&nbsp; And maybe it will kill her swiftly and end this mortification.<br><br>Turning on her heel in her best imitation of a ladylike gesture, Rowan dips to a half-curtsy and smiles broadly, laughing a little too much, all her teeth even and white as she gestures dismissively with her hands.&nbsp; The moment takes a little too long to be utterly sincere.&nbsp; "Oh, oh Corporal-- oh, you are <i>such</i> a gentleman, I swear it.&nbsp; How absolutely thoughtful of you."&nbsp; She takes the cup of water into her slender, dexterous fingers, the surface trembling and a bit splashing over the rim.&nbsp; "Oh-oh, oops!&nbsp; haha!"&nbsp; She sips it, then drains it in a prolonged swallow, then holds the empty cup to her lips for the last trickle.&nbsp; Oh, this town needs bigger cups.<br><br>"Thank you so, so much.&nbsp; Always there to wet a girl's throat w--" she claps her lips shut.&nbsp; "Always there with a gentlemanly hand when needed.&nbsp; Such... oh, my.&nbsp; So sorry!&nbsp; I just needed a breath of fresh air, all the food and drink, you know, just..." she gestures in cyclical motions with her hands as if stirring some kind of sense from her babble.&nbsp; "Just... so much <i>richer</i> than the fare we're used to... you know.&nbsp; Berries, jerky.&nbsp; Nuts, fruit.&nbsp; Do you like nuts?&nbsp; I love nuts.&nbsp; I could go for some nuts.&nbsp; I mean if I wasn't already full up.&nbsp; I mean.&nbsp; It doesn't take much to fill me, all this rich food.&nbsp; And then you brought me this--" she lifts the cup, "and you made me overfull, and here I am" she wipes her lower lip where swallowing failed, "too much to swallow!&nbsp; I mean, trickling out of my lips!&nbsp; I mean, OH FUCK!" <br><br>She spikes the cup.&nbsp; "You hungry?" she asks flatly.&nbsp; "For food?&nbsp; No?"&nbsp; She grabs his waistcoat.&nbsp; "Let's go."<br><br>At that she turns for the front door and, even if he resists, attempts to drag him out in the street towards the station and his modest home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 17:29:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Rowan<br><strong>Status:</strong> I'm into something Good<br><br>He listened to her, finding her behavior charming indeed, and he has a grin on his face when she is finished speaking and pointedly asks him if he's hungry. 'I'm full of food for now, but still hungry, yes' he said, and suddenly found himself being led, no <em>dragged</em> to his small, cozy home next to the constabulary. A few of the ladies in the inn that had been vying for his affections through the years were startled, and none too happy about what they were seeing through the inn's front windows, and simply gasped at the outrageous display of carnal need that the Corporal and Rowan were displaying.<br><br>Meanwhile, the pair reach the door to his humble abode, and somehow he managed to get the door open and they fall into the small home, tumbling in a heap on the floor, with the Corporal atop Rowan. He kicks the door shut and looks down at her, but before she can reply to him with a witty comment, he leans down and kisses her on the lips, lifting himself up by his arms on either side of her, so that he's not crushing her with his weight. Her lips taste wonderful, as he imagined they would when they first met, and unless she protests, or decides she doesn't want any further kisses from the dashingly handsome Master Stoutly, he kisses her again, deeper the second time.<br><br>Meanwhile back at the inn, it is obvious to Florica and Amanda that their comrade is not returning anytime soon to the dining room table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 04:05:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Corporal Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Jackrabbit crazy and not really acting in propriety<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><br>Rowan hits the door of the humble Corporal's barracks with a respectable force, throwing herself into his lap and hanging from Will's shoulders-- an easily managed burden-- with the enthusiasm of the prettiest maiden in town from her bed on Spring Feast's day.<br><br>The simple lock and door hinges buckle from her impact as the fiercely covers Stoutly's mouth with her own, fiercely kissing him as her hands seek out his hair and neck as she squeezes to him with her legs and climbs him like a beanpole.&nbsp; Again and again her lips work, smacking and relentless, scarcely letting him open the door as she emits sounds of relentless desire.<br><br>Too much energy, too long awaiting a focal point... well, Corporal Will has that focal point at his beck and call, and the taut little minx is latched onto him like a lamprey now, so he'd best hope she doesn't start biting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 08:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Florica<br>Status: Tipsy<br><hr><br>Amanda watched the exchange play out quite graphically through the front windows of the inn, her eyes rounding as the girl hauled off their employer with obvious carnal intentions.&nbsp; She was surprised, deliciously scandalized, and most of all impressed by the girl's daring.&nbsp; "I...don't think they're coming back."&nbsp; <br><br>She furrowed her brow slightly, not quite sure what to do, coughing and taking a drink as their friend was off stripping naked somewhere.&nbsp; Or not stripping.&nbsp; She did seem in a hurry; although not revealing a body like hers seemed a horrible waste. &nbsp;"Do you think she's...you know...okay?&nbsp; I mean, we don't really know the Corporal.&nbsp; He could be some sort of terrible person.&nbsp; Or um.&nbsp; Defending her honor?"&nbsp; Wasn't that a thing heroes did?&nbsp; She didn't really think Rowan would want her honor defended any more than Amanda would in her position.&nbsp; Whatever position that was at the moment.&nbsp; Amanda blushed as she considered the options, and Rowan naked in them. &nbsp;<br><br>"Yeah, I didn't think so, either.&nbsp; So yay to, um, sex?&nbsp; And having some.&nbsp; For other people.&nbsp; Not me." &nbsp;She threw back her cider, drinking deeply, then set it down and picked up Rowan's abandoned cup.&nbsp; "Stupid boys."&nbsp; Stupid Isabelle. &nbsp;"I'm off for a bath."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 01:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda<br><strong>Status</strong>: Boozed Up <hr><br>Florica, having consumed a disproportionate amount of wine in the time since the pair left, lazily canted her head in Amanda's direction as she mused that they were likely not returning, "'Twould seem, at the least, they have retired to the Corporal's abode. Banging headboards makes for a restless slumber."<br><br>She drank down more of her wine with a satisfied sigh, feeling rather warm and fuzzy all over by this point, but not so drunk as to trip over her words, at least as best she could tell. She smirked broadly, something the sorceress was not prone to doing without the coercion of some wine, and replied to her comrade, "I'm quite certain our friend can fend for herself. Should the corporal prove malicious in intent, 'twould be him I'd be more worried about than her."<br><br>Tilting her cup in Amanda's direction, in a sloth attempt at a 'cheers' motion, she added, "If you're feeling neglected, but give a holler. I've little planned for mine own night save more wine." With that, she knocked back the last of her wine, savoring the flavor for just a moment, before swallowing it eagerly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 14:23:01</strong>
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				Nightfall heralded a quiet down of the inn's common room, and eventually, the place closed, all of the visitors that were staying had retired to their rooms, the locals had headed home. The inn was cozy and warm, and very quiet after things had calmed down. The lull of the waves crashing against the shore could be heard a few blocks away and was a naturally peaceful sleep aid. <br><br>At some point early in the morning Rowan made her way to her room, easily able to get into the inn to get some rest after her evening's activities.<br><br>Morning brought the inn back to life, breakfast and such called, and the corporal was dressed and ready for exploration, eating breakfast at the table before they made the journey up to the house. He would wait for the ladies to come down and eat, before they would head out for the start of their investigation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 04:40:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda or Florica<br><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><hr>Fully dressed, her soft boots creaking softly on the floor as she paces outside her companions' doors, Rowan finds it difficult to keep her feet still as she walks back and forth across the upstairs hallway of the inn.&nbsp; She looks up at the innkeeper's wife as she checks on her, flashing a brilliant smile and nodding officiously.&nbsp; "Morning, morning, hello, yes, slept wonderfully!&nbsp; Lovely place!"&nbsp; <br><br>Having heard of her scandalous behavior... as has every busybody woman in town, of course... the innkeeper's wife merely gives her a half-frown and keeps moving, and checks her room for a mess. "No one else in there, I hope?"<br><br>Rowan's face falls. "Not at the moment.&nbsp; Why... you bored?&nbsp; Need a backrub?"<br><br>The old woman gives a little gasp and scurries away, and Rowan watches her.&nbsp; "Yeah, look-- bedsheets are still clean, I'm fine sleeping in them another night, if I don't die facing horrible monsters to protect your township!&nbsp; Tsk."&nbsp; She resumes her pacing.&nbsp; "Oh, gods, Amanda, Florica, don't make me go down alone... I'll die of embarrassment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 11:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Rowan<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>"I don't really think <em>alone</em> is how going down works, Rowan," Amanda spoke from behind her friend, closing her own door behind herself as she stepped into the hall.&nbsp; She grinned and winked.&nbsp; She'd practiced that one with Isabelle on some thick carrots, so she was pretty certain she was correct.&nbsp; <br><br>"And I don't really think you need to be embarrassed.&nbsp; They mostly wanted to be in your place, yesterday.&nbsp; So you'll just have to deal with jealousy...."&nbsp; <br><br>The paladin, who was definitely not jealous even a little bit, adjusted a leather armor strap beneath her arm.&nbsp; "Good morning.&nbsp; I'm not sure if Florica is up yet.&nbsp; She mentioned wine last night, but she doesn't seem like the type to, um," let loose? "Overindulge." &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 16:29:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda or Florica<br><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><hr>Rowan does a little half-turn at Amanda's appearance, seeming aghast for a moment.&nbsp; A grin threatens to spread over her mouth, but she forces it back.&nbsp; "You shock me, Paladin," she says with a pantomime of astonishment, spreading her hand over her breast, and framing a gasp of surprise.&nbsp; She can't maintain that pretense for more than a couple of seconds before she reaches out with both hands, dropping her backpack, and grabs the elven woman by her shoulders for a fierce hug.&nbsp; "<i>oh my word, I so want to talk to you, I know it's pathetic and silly but I was pretty nervous and I have no idea what to do now to make things normal, and I mean it was nice but I mean <b>niiiiice</b> and I want to talk to you about it if that's okay...</i>"&nbsp; she finally takes a deep breath. <br><br>"Sorry.&nbsp; I'm just... yeah.&nbsp; Me."&nbsp; She grins.&nbsp; "Morning.&nbsp; Should we go check on her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>21-02-2018, 07:57:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Rowan<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>Amanda grinned and hugged back, trying to take some care to avoid gouging her friend with any of the various metal plates adorning her person.&nbsp; "I want to hear it all!"&nbsp; She blushed a bit at her own eagerness, but didn't shy.&nbsp; "I'm not a prude, you know.&nbsp; But I'm...I have a lot of expectations.&nbsp; And not enough to give for what I would want it to be; to be fair to myself, let alone someone else."&nbsp; She shrugged, the explanation moving too close to things she didn't want to get into and too far away from Rowan's concerns.&nbsp; <br><br>"If normal is yesterday, and the meanwhile was good, why would you want to go back?&nbsp; Enjoy what's different.&nbsp; Just...be able to do other things, too."&nbsp; She tilted her head, stepping back as she remembered how she'd dealt with a similar, if completely different, situation.&nbsp; "I said I'd liked it.&nbsp; And said thank you.&nbsp; And then worked on the harvest, just like the day before, but with a few more shared smiles.&nbsp; It was nice."&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned down, picking up Rowan's gear and handing it to the girl. "Not that I...what you...I guess I assume you did?&nbsp; I mean, it wasn't sex.&nbsp; Just friend stuff."&nbsp; Another, more embarrassed shrug.&nbsp; "We should check on Florica."&nbsp; Amanda rapped on the sorceress' door with the steel ridge of her hand guard.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 06:37:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, trying to tag Florica<br><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><hr>"Oh-- yes, well-- I mean... I want to tell you everything.&nbsp; I mean, like, with visuals, and props."&nbsp; She clears her throat, looking at Amanda intently.&nbsp; "Oh my gods Amanda, do I?"&nbsp; She grinned broadly, looked the elven girl over with a certain... well... cliched glow.&nbsp; "Oh, ok, yes I do but..."&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes.&nbsp; "Wait.&nbsp; Friend stuff?&nbsp; Friend stuff is alright?"&nbsp; Swallowing dryly, she turns her face slightly sideways and grins.&nbsp; "We're friends, right?&nbsp; I mean-- we can... we can be open about these things of course."&nbsp; She cleared her throat and straightened.&nbsp; "But business first of course.&nbsp; WAKE UP FLORICA FOR FOCK's SAKE!"&nbsp; Without waiting any more, she kicked Florica's door and tries the knob.&nbsp; If unlocked, she'll barge right in, heedless of the other woman's privacy.&nbsp; "WE GOT SHITE TO DOOOOO!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 04:32:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, Rowan<br><strong>Status</strong>: <hr><br>Florica's eyes fluttered open, the world slowly coming into focus as she let out a soft groan. Her mouth was a touch dry, so she imagined she must have had a fun night. On the other hand, her bed was otherwise empty, so clearly not THAT much fun. Memories of the night before gradually returned to her, as her mind began to rouse. She'd had more wine than she meant to. Nothing a drink of water wouldn't help with, and maybe some breakfast. She heard voices from outside her room. Seemed the others were up, and Rowan had returned from her tryst. Perhaps she'd find ways to tease her further.<br><br>As she began to push herself up off of her bed, she heard Rowan yelling at her door, the sorceress' lips curling into a grimace. With pipes like that, he can only imagine the Constable's neighbors must have had a rough time last night. She threw off her bedsheets and rose out of her bed, opening her mouth to respond, as her door was suddenly kicked and swung open.<br><br>Florica, as it happens, had apparently been feeling overheated with all that wine the night before, and stripped off her clothes in bed, and was now standing before Rowan, and possibly Amanda, very much in the nude. On the bright side, with a body like that, Florica didn't have anything to be ashamed of. All the same, she was no great fan of standing naked in clear view of the inn hallway. Her eye twitched, her hand shot out, pointing one extended finger at the door. Calling upon the Mage Hand cantrip, she quickly swung her hand, the door following suit and slamming shut, potentially into Rowan's face. As she did this, the sorceress shouted, "I AM GETTING DRESSED!"<br><br>A short time later, she would emerge from the room, dressed and glowering. Her gaze turned sharply onto Rowan she said, "I hope you enjoyed the view." She then tilted her heads towards Amanda and nodded in greeting, seeming to return to her usual stoic civility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 00:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, trying to tag Florica<br><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><hr>Mischievous as always, Rowan expects her soft-soled boot on the door will cause it to rattle on its frame alarmingly.&nbsp; She doesn't realize, of course, that it will pop open and that she'll be standing there, her bright eyes wide as saucers, flat-footed, with a lovely witch standing-- full-breasted and naked as the day she was born-- right in front of her.&nbsp; Especially considering that the conversation she'd just been having with Amanda was already getting her heart pumping, all she can do is stand for a minute, shocked, her face upturned, her shoulders low-- her hands are outstretched as if she's one of those annoying, performing pantomimes at the fairs, and her mouth is slightly agape.&nbsp; She blinks, unsure where to look first, or perhaps how to look away, so she simply stares from one point to the next with a kind of horrified gratification that defies propriety. <br><br>As Florica screams, she nods once, very curtly.&nbsp; "Um... yes, I agree you are..." and the door slams shut, she retains that stance, then slowly turns her gaze back to Amanda-- who, thanks to Rowan's diminutive height and her awkward landing in a half-crouch-- had a clear view of the whole, ahem, <i>situation</i>.&nbsp; She looks slightly horrified as well as terribly excited.&nbsp; Her mouth snaps shut with an audible click.&nbsp; "Oh my," she whispers.<br><br>When Floica casts the door wide again, fully dressed now, Rowan springs back and, perhaps instinctively, clings to Amanda's armored arm for protection.&nbsp; "Oooh fuck me," she mutters, then immediately brightens artificially.&nbsp; "GOOD MORNING Florica.&nbsp; Sorry about the door, it's a shite lock I swear it.&nbsp; Just fell open, didn't see a thing.&nbsp; Lovely blush of sunrise this morning-- your hair looks lovely!&nbsp; On your head I mean.&nbsp; Grand!&nbsp; The morning.&nbsp; Breakfast?" <br><br>To the accusatory statement, <i>I hope you enjoyed the view</i>, the answer is plainly obvious on Rowan's blushing face.&nbsp; She visibly bites her lip to keep her mouth shut, barely containing a little 'eep' in response, and lets her eyes flutter over the sorceress as she storms away.&nbsp; Very, very quietly, she turns her face to Amanda and whispers.&nbsp; "<i>would she turn me into a rabbit if I said yes?</i>"<br><br>She then follows Florica to the stairs, brushing her leather armor with her hands as if that simple gesture will return some sense of composure to her, and heads to breakfast.... of course, as soon as she clears the stairwell, she spies Will, and grins like a cat in a birdcage.&nbsp; She actually giggles a bit before biting off the sound and covering her mouth, pretending it was just a cough trying to escape.&nbsp; "Good morning, Corporal Stoutly," she says, walking with a generous, unconscious sway as they approach his table, avoiding eye contact except for the occasional upward glance through her lashes...&nbsp; each one threatening to split her face wider with a broadening smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 11:03:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Rowan<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>"I...props?"&nbsp; Amanda wondered if she was more naive than she'd thought, then blushed a bit as Rowan continued.&nbsp; She'd considered the appeal of such favors for the same release Isabelle had been able to provide, but hadn't given any serious consideration to broaching it. &nbsp;"Of course we're friends!&nbsp; And, um, may-" she was interrupted as the door opened.&nbsp; Startled by the sudden intrusion, she looked straight at Florica; her eyes widened a bit at her nudity. &nbsp;"Oh...!"&nbsp; Despite her surprise, Amanda didn't look away until the door slammed, when she broke into laughter.&nbsp; <br><br>She laughed again at Rowan's quiet comment on the way down to breakfast, but nodded at the sentiment. &nbsp;"She's lovely.&nbsp; But cranky.&nbsp; I think a rabbit is optimistic."&nbsp; The interactions between Rowan and Stoutly held their own bit of entertainment, like a pair of lovesick puppies.&nbsp; It wasn't something Amanda had ever experienced, nor would ever allow herself to experience, but it was a simple and primal force of joy that she delighted in seeing in others.&nbsp; Perhaps, if she could ensure more of those silly happy moments possible, it would all be worth it?<br><br>Giving them a moment, Amanda collected a filling breakfast - she had the svelt body of a young elven maid, but that was due to activity, not a silly peckish appetite like the fluffheads down the lane, who starved themselves to fit into clothes that made them look unhealthy.&nbsp; She also thanked the innkeep for the four meals, wrapped in cheesecloth, and a jug of small beer.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 17:12:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everyone<br><strong>Status:</strong> Breakfast at the Inn<br><br>He was about to take a bite of toast when Rowan, and then the others appeared. She looked simply amazing to his eyes, demur smile, fluttering lashes. He rose from his seat. Her hips, they were swaying. He was absolutely entranced, and his entire demeanor changed when he saw her coming down the stairs. He looked up when she spoke. 'Good Morning Rowan. I trust you slept well last night' he said, waiting for the others before sitting. 'Good morning ladies, please all of you join me. I have taken the liberty of ordering a hearty breakfast before we begin our endeavors at the mansion this morning. It's a lovely day for exploration, isn't it?' he said, a wide grin in Rowan's direction.<br><br>Once the ladies had taken what they wished of the large spread at the table, the Corporal spoke up. 'Corine Malek, Priestess of Lydia, will be joining us later to serve as a healer. She will meet us at the house, as she has duties at the temple this morning. She is going to aid us as long as it is needed. My hope is that she won't be called upon, and we just find an abandoned house, but I wanted to ensure that we were prepared'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2018, 04:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yup, errbody.<br><strong>Status</strong>: Puppy lovin and eager to be an hero<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><hr>Rowan flushes a bit, but suppresses any exuberant gibberish or snogging at the sight of Corporal Will at the breakfast table.&nbsp; She simply pauses, angles her head coyly, and nods a curt bow.&nbsp; "Indeed, Corporal.&nbsp; I slept quite well.&nbsp; I trust you did as well."&nbsp; She sits demurely, an imitation of the finer mannerisms she's seen among fine company, crossing her legs at the knee and holding her head high, her shoulders back... somehow infusing the propriety with a presentation of sexuality like she's hanging steaks out to age.<br><br>With a faint lift of her brow and a purse of her lips, she turns her head slightly to Amanda, surveying the red-haired elven girl she was careful-- in fact, insistent-- to sit beside.&nbsp; The thought of shared, secret smiles, as she believes Amanda had put it, is about a mile away.&nbsp; "Breakfast looks lovely.&nbsp; Beautiful eggs," she says, then glances over at Amanda, pointedly cutting her eyes at Florica, then back to Amanda, before breaking down into a giggle that she barely manages to keep under her breath.&nbsp; "I'm... craving eggs for some reason.&nbsp; Lovely, big, firm-boiled eggs... two would do.&nbsp; Perhaps a... tiny smattering of red cabbage."<br><br>She fixes Will with her gaze again.&nbsp; "SO!&nbsp; This priestess... is she old and sanctimonious, ready to scold us for our brash ways and sinful lusts?&nbsp; Or will she be... you know... the type to smoke leaves in the forest glades naked and soak in the bubbling hot-springs and talk about the nature of space and such?"<br><br>Throughout breakfast, she continues to run her mouth as normal, but perhaps with a bit more... well... <i>focus</i> than usual.&nbsp; She's joking, good-naturedly, adding grins and winks and apologies as necessary, accepting her licks in return for giving them, eager to banter and happy to simply be in good company as she shovels down a balance of meats and breads... for a slip of a country-girl, she can pack away food like an ox.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 07:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Anyone<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>"Good morning, Corporal...I'm sure we're all very excited for the exploration to continue."&nbsp; Amanda smiled serenely as she tucked into breakfast, letting the others make of the comment whatever double entendre they might wish.&nbsp; She raised her brows at Rowan, though, her eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "What's this <em>'us'</em> business?&nbsp; My ways are hardly brash and my lusts are unfortunately and decidedly free of any sin whatsoever, thank you very much.&nbsp; All the sanctimonious old ladies at home adore me.&nbsp; Really, you just need to ask them about their knitting.&nbsp; And then, you know, scream silently and all inside your head.&nbsp; Smoking leaves naked in forest glades seems like a fire hazard."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>05-03-2018, 14:05:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everyone<br><strong>Status:</strong> Breakfast at the Inn<br><br>'I slept the best sleep in a long time Rowan, thank you for asking' he said to her, eyes lingering on her a bit longer then they should and then he answered Amanda. 'I am eager as well. I am hoping that an examination of the property will quell needless speculation about the house. As for our priestess' he said to Rowan 'she is a bit of both. In her early twenties, but can act like a head priestess with respect to worries and protocol. Fortunately, Lydia's faith are compassionate and concerned with the welfare of those under their care, so hopefully we won't have to deal with a stern mother superior sort of figure. I believe she has come concerns about her superior 'loaning' her to us for this endeavor, but I explained to her in our meeting that if we can remove superstition and needless rumors from the town's social atmosphere regarding the mansion then we can prevent a few late night dares from causing injury' he explained.<br><br>'Overall she is a pleasant woman, just occasionally slips into more regimented protocol.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>10-03-2018, 17:06:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: The Usual Suspects<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr><br>Florica made her way down into the main room of the inn for breakfast with the others. Thankfully, she didn't seem to hold any lingering negative feelings about the rude greeting she'd received. In fact, as they neared the corporal, she couldn't help but reflect on the incident with some extent of amusement. The reaction, if nothing else, had been priceless, and she wasn't particularly bent out of shape by her traveling companions seeing her in the nude. Of course, if some random pedestrian had walked by in that moment, she may very well have had to light them on fire.<br><br>Once they'd all sat down, Florica was slow to start at the food, focusing more on drinking water, but before long seemed to find her appetite, digging in with gusto. She listened to the others as they spoke, though she did little to contribute unless the conversation directly required her input. Even then, her responses tended towards the curt, though not impolite, perhaps giving off an air of one who was quite capable of making small talk, but less willing. While the others seemed eager to discuss the priestess, Florica seemed more content to focus on her meal. She did, however, finally chime in to ask, "She sounds like good enough people, but is there aught we should know of her? I've encountered many a clergyman wary of some Rhennee 'witch' visiting their humble village or what have you. I would know if I'm like to encounter any such resentment or suspicion."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 04:45:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yup, errbody.<br><strong>Status</strong>: Puppy lovin and eager to be an hero<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br><hr>Rowan drains her cup and sets it upon the table, patting Florica's back.&nbsp; "Nobody's going to give you any grief while we're 'round, Florica.&nbsp; I'm sure she's lovely, this priestess."&nbsp; She brushes her hands clean and prepares to rise from the table.&nbsp; "Any friend of Will's is a friend of mine.&nbsp; Ours.&nbsp; Well, I hope."&nbsp; She smirks.&nbsp; "It speaks well of them anyway."&nbsp; She shrugs toward the door and takes a deep breath.&nbsp; "Alright then.&nbsp; Are we ready to save the village from ghosts and spirits and odd-goings-on?&nbsp; Hm?"&nbsp; She stands and brushes her hands clean on her leather breeches, then picks up her backpack and shrugs it over her shoulders.&nbsp; She flashes a wink at Will and heads for the door, intending to go directly to the manor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 09:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Anyone<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>Amanda gave Florica a sad smile of reassurance, trying to imagine what sort of experiences were contained behind those few words.&nbsp; It was frustrating and overwhelming enough to be judged constantly with expectations; how much worse to meet suspicion or hate for something just as much beyond one's control. &nbsp;"We'd not allow such to our friend."&nbsp; She caught Florica's eye and said the words simply and succinctly, as the woman seemed to prefer, letting the directness convey a depth of unwavering commitment where she suspected that flowery promises, although no less honest, would be unappreciated.&nbsp; <br><br>A more amused smile appeared at Rowan's words.&nbsp; "Yes, let us sort out this quirky haunt for everyone's peace of mind."&nbsp; With a word of appreciation to the innkeep on her way out, noting the fineness of their fare, she followed toward the manor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 14:47:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everyone<br><strong>Status:</strong> Breakfast at the Inn<br><br>'All you really need to know about her is she is generous, and kind, and a bit eager to succeed. She's good people, so there isn't anything to worry about. She might be a bit shy around strangers' he added.<br><br>'Alrighty, let us proceed' he said, and once they were done, he left some coin on the table, and they left the inn. The salty breeze was especially strong this morning, and it looked like it might rain later, clouds were starting to thicken over the bay, heading north towards the coast. The fishing vessels had left port before daylight, and the wharves and docks were empty, save for a few marauding seagulls that were looking for any scraps they could get their beaks on. With the day looking to be grey at best, many folks were still indoors, and the walk through the town was quiet. A few passersby smiled politely as the troupe passed by, and soon they had left the main road, and were climbing up the coast road that led west out of town. It was a short walk, about five minutes. Ahead on a prominent hill that overlooked the bay was a run down mansion. It was two stories, and likely had been a splendid place once but was now in disrepair. <br><br>Tall grasses and weeds filled the yard, and a wrought iron fence that was five or so feet tall surrounded the property. A gate lay in the front of the house, and it was cracked, not completely shut. Several shutters had fallen from the house, and a few windows also had broken glass. What used to be a garden on the side of the house was completely overgrown. A glassed in greenhouse in the back of the house looked to be in poor shape as well. Overall, the manor was a rather gloomy looking place.<br><br>'She will meet us here' he advised, waiting at the front gate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-03-2018, 04:16:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Status</strong>: Bold and trying to be professional<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-03-13 21:11:45, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115740)<br><hr>Rowan looks very curious as they approach the morbid former home of the alchemist, noting the weeds and the disrepair with a bit of a mournful sigh.&nbsp; "I'll bet that, once, it was quite a lovely home," she says.&nbsp; "It'd be sad to see it simply... go to the rats."&nbsp; She tilts her face, as if studying its ancient windows like the eyes of a stranger, and paces a bit before the gate.&nbsp; Placing her hands on the heavy fence rails, she leans forward, studying the ground for signs of recent passage.&nbsp; She tested the gate, seeing if it produced a loud squeak that would attract the attention of neighbors, and examines the fence to see if it's too high for mischievous lads-about-town to hop over... just the manner of trouble that, not long ago, she found herself seeking out daily.&nbsp; <br>[perception check above]
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 00:09:09</strong>
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				Rowan surmises the fence is actually fairly sturdy, and with the sharpened iron points, only the surest most agile youth would risk hopping over it.<br><br>The gate hasn't fared as well, although it's still functional, just rusty and bent in a few places. It's obvious someone has tried to force it off of it's hinges, but it's a testament to the construction that it's still together.<br><br>There are no signs of passage, save for local stray felines and canines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 08:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Anyone<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>"It's impressive," Amanda agreed about the manor, "and sad.&nbsp; Our own homes simply return to the earth, but this stone and metal could last far longer than the house lived.&nbsp; Or...well, it didn't live, I guess, but was used." &nbsp;She retained a preference for the living trees molded into rooms, halls, stairs and balconies back home, but could appreciate the artwork and permanence of these strange rectangular domiciles.&nbsp; And she couldn't help but feel it should be put to rest with final rites, just like a living home-tree; she spoke a few quiet words to thank the building's spirit and encourage it onward, for whatever good that might do.&nbsp; <br><br>She pushed open the gate a bit, more out of idle curiosity to hear the metal hinges, and looked over the building and grounds with a slow, careful eye for anything malevolent.&nbsp; <br><br>"We could start with the grounds, I suppose...while we wait?&nbsp; And peek inside the greenhouse."<br><br>[Taking a few rounds to Detect Evil throughout the area.]<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 03:54:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Status</strong>: a weird cross between Daphne and Shaggy, I think.<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-03-13 21:11:45, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115740)<br><hr>Looking to Amanda, the blonde girl looks vaguely dreamy at the mention of the elves' homes returning to the earth.&nbsp; "That sounds..."&nbsp; she lifts her eyebrows and shrugs.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; Poetic.&nbsp; I like the idea of leaving a mark on the world, but... not like this."&nbsp; She shrugs at the house.&nbsp; "Maybe someone would... I don't know... fix it up.&nbsp; Have a cozy seaside inn here.&nbsp; Or a... knitting shop.&nbsp; Or home for retired adventurers."&nbsp; She smiles at Amanda's suggestion and nods emphatically.&nbsp; "Definitely.&nbsp; Let's poke about."<br><br>She checks the gate to ensure that it's safe to squeeze through the gap without being scratched or caught in the twisted, corroding metal.&nbsp; If it's not, she'll see to the necessary measures to work at the mechanism with some fixings from her thieves' tools... be it a smear of goosefat on a mechanism, a picked latch, or if necessary a good, old-fashioned shoulder-lift-and-scoot.. with help, hopefully.<br><br>[disable device... if needed?&nbsp; At 2018-03-22 20:54:16, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 28 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=116188)&nbsp; I won't roll that well again for a long time.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>25-03-2018, 22:47:18</strong>
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				The gate is easy enough to move, although it makes a horrible noise, a screeching sound that is the result of rust on the hinges.<br><br>About that time Rowan is doing that, a young woman in her mid-twenties approaches, wearing a simple dress with a holy symbol of Lydia around her neck. It's a rather plain dress, that is more utilitarian than fashionable. She appears to be weaponless, and isn't wearing armor either. She has a small satchel slung across her shoulder.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2015/01/28/20150128101059-3f1e2058-me.jpg)</div> 'Good day, Corporal' she says to Will, and curtsey's politely. 'Good day to the rest of you as well. I am Corine Marlik, and the Temple of Lydia has asked me to join your expedition under Corporal Stoutly, in order to provide any healing that you may need while prosecuting your endeavor' she said. 'I look forward to working with you'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 12:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Florica</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br><strong>Status</strong>: normal <hr><br>Florica as characteristically quiet on their walk to the manner, though she found herself occasionally glancing off towards the water, with an almost wistful look about her. Whatever was on her mind remained there, her silence enduring until they reached the manor. Her eyes roamed over the building, taking in the sight of it, studying it for nothing in particular. After a few moments of that, she turned her head towards Will and said, "I see why the locals believe the place haunted. 'Tis something clear out of a campfire yarn."<br><br>She then turned to face her comrades and canted her head to the side at their musings over the state of the house. Of course, before she could even consider chiming in, the cleric made her arrival, and her attention was quickly shifted towards the newcomer. She eyed her over with a momentary flash of wariness, but it didn't seem to hold. In fact, she almost seemed to be checking the cleric out before her eyes refocused on her face. The woman didn't even appeared armed, which made the sorceress raise an eyebrow and reply, "You are aware that our path may lead to peril, yes? While, certainly, this may all be a bunch of nothing, 'twould mayhap have been wise to arm thyself with a dagger or some such?"<br><br>She shrugged her shoulders and offered a return to the cleric's curtsey, replying, "In any case, 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name, lest you not have been already made aware, is Florica."<br><br>Whatever her feelings towards the cleric, or clergy in general, her eloquence appeared to remain unaffected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-04-2018, 06:34:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280006.msg14020170#msg14020170">Quote from: Ixy on 23-03-2018, 03:54:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Status</strong>: a weird cross between Daphne and Shaggy, I think.<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-03-13 21:11:45, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115740)<br><hr>Struck for a moment by the arrival of the priestess, Rowan stands with an awkward pensiveness, appraising the girl and offering a friendly wave.&nbsp; "Lovely kit you've got there.&nbsp; I'm sure 'tis very practical.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are you going to heal us if we're mauled inside?"&nbsp; She strides across the yard and offers a friendly handshake to Corine.&nbsp; "You're not some doddering old schoolmarm at all, are you?&nbsp; You're quite fetching."&nbsp; Shooting a smirk over at Will, Rowan tries not to look... well... insecure.&nbsp; "As you can see we've got the strapping, virile-- I mean vigilant Corporal here to aid us, and with your undoubted efforts to support this mission, I'm certain we'll be successful."<br><br>Grinning, she listens to Florica's introduction with a bit of awe.&nbsp; "She uses her tongue so well, doesn't she?&nbsp; &nbsp;I men, her words.&nbsp; Not that I'd know.&nbsp; Yet.&nbsp; I mean not that I know by experience--" she laughs a bit too hard-- "Though wouldn't we like to.&nbsp; So come, come on in, let's... get this show on the proverbial road, eh?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 21:35:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2015/01/28/20150128101059-3f1e2058-me.jpg)</div> 'I will be quite fine' she said to Florica. 'I can defend myself if need be. I am not normally the type to engage in violence, but if it's perpetrated upon my person, I will be able to defend myself' she added. She gave Florica a totally non-subtle look of approval, eyeing the woman, and looking her over.<br><br>She answered Rowan's question as well while shaking her hand. 'I am indeed here to heal you if needed. The corporal and town council both thought it would be prudent to have someone of my talents available if need be should anyone be injured. Once we are done with this investigation, I will return to my duties at the temple. Hopefully, this will be a short inquiry'.<br><br>With the entire group assembled, Rowan finds the gate easy enough to open to permit access, and it is indeed a rather messy front yard area, overgrown with weeds and unkempt plants, plus the rocky soil contains hard areas that appear to have rocks in the soil. Definitely not the place to grow crops or anything of any substance. Stones in the yard form a path to the greenhouse which has a path to a back door, and to the front porch. Closer inspection shows more broken windows than previously thought, as well as worn paint, a hole in the roof and multiple shingles missing on the roof. The window panes that are not broken, are dirty and cobweb covered.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 08:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Florica, Amanda, Corine, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: coy<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:whatever needed<br><hr>Rowan stares back at the priestess, or cleric, or... underpriestess, or whatever, and smiles back in an altogether friendly way with just the faintest hint of trepidation at her comeliness and freckles.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; Alright.&nbsp; Let's hope you don't have to.&nbsp; You know.&nbsp; Save our bottoms from the fires of hells and all.&nbsp; OR if you do it's with a gentle touch and utmost success.&nbsp; READY!"&nbsp; She takes a few headstrong steps at the front porch, casting a sidelong glance at her companions.&nbsp; "Should I ring her?&nbsp; Eh?&nbsp; Eh.&nbsp; No."&nbsp; She gives the door and porch a cursory check for hazards and makes her way boldly forth to the grand portal, intending to make their entrance.<br><br>[opening the fucking door]
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 15:54:27</strong>
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				The door opens rather easily, and surprisingly, is not loud at all.<br><br>The front door opens onto a musty, dirty entrance hall. To your<br>left a corridor leads into the west wing of the house. On either<br>side of the corridor opening the walls are bare but some pieces<br>of wood in the corner near the window indicate that a small<br>wooden table or chair once stood there. Ahead of you, another<br>corridor leads towards the rear of the house.<br><br>To your right a staircase climbs to the next story, reaching it<br>at a balcony which overlooks the hall along its north and west<br>sides; the stairs appear safe to climb though the balcony rail<br>is broken in several places. Under the stairs at the rear of<br>the hall a third corridor leads east.<br><br>The interior feels and smells damp, and common mold can be seen<br>on the walls and rotting furniture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>17-04-2018, 08:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br>Tagging: Anyone<br>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br><hr><br>Amanda scuffed her boot in the soil, her smile at Rowan's stumbling perversity edged with a deep sadness.&nbsp; This place was dead, the ground useless and barren; not the blossoming new life that even a rotting home tree would provide.&nbsp; She had been taught about the undead, shambling corpses who betrayed the very fabric of nature, and she wondered if this mansion was itself some sort of undead creature.&nbsp; "My auntie's husband's brother told me a story, once," she spoke aloud, more to remember it herself than expecting an answer from anyone else.&nbsp; "Of a vast giantess who turned to stone; men quarried the fine rock of her limbs, right down to her heart, which a wicked baron used to make a magical castle that his king would envy.&nbsp; But the heart knew his evilness, and trapped him inside to perish.&nbsp; But all the king saw was a lovely castle he couldn't enter, so he smashed down the walls; a year and a day later he was dead, and the baron was the new king."&nbsp; <br><br>She stirred and shook the fancy from her head.&nbsp; "Which is just to say, be careful and don't make assumptions.&nbsp; Well met, Corine, and thank you for your aid.&nbsp; Hopefully it won't be needed!"<br><br>After Rowan opened the door, Amanda drew a small axe and entered the building, being careful to test the floor before proceeding.&nbsp; This would be the obvious spot for a trap, and even if one weren't there intentionally the rotting wood and crumbling furnishings didn't bode well for the place's integrity. &nbsp;"Hello?" &nbsp;She called out loudly to the old walls.&nbsp; "Is there anyone here?&nbsp; We mean no harm, but the town has concerns."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 03:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Florica, Amanda, Corine, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: coy<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:whatever needed<br><hr>Taking a soft breath, Rowan tugs up the front cloth of her shirt, unfurling and tying tight a makeshift mask.&nbsp; It's not designed to do anything against must or mold, but it makes her feel a little more... well... <i>stealthy</i> as she draws her two daggers and begins her careful assessment of the entrance and foyer.&nbsp; "Your stories make me sad, Amanda," she says distantly, her eyes glistening a bit.&nbsp; "I think it's the way you tell them.&nbsp; Or... maybe it's hearing them from you.&nbsp; But... they're beautiful."&nbsp; Though her mouth's covered, there's a faint smile in her eyes, the words <i>like you</i> lingering unspoken, like a feather dangling in the air.<br><br>Then, with careful determination, she begins to make her way towards the stairs.&nbsp; She's mindful of soft spots on the floor-- any soft dips in the floorboards or rugs that might indicate a weakness or trapdoor-- whether one of design or of the building's dilapidated state.&nbsp; She tests each step carefully, bearing her weight on the balls of her feet.<br><br>She murmurs softly, for her companion's ears only.&nbsp; "Best vantage up 'ere.&nbsp; We should check it first."&nbsp; She glances for any protest, and if she receives none, she proceeds for the steps, keeping her feet toward the sides of each board, remembering how she used to sneak to the upstairs of Maghall's Tavern at home to spy on the patrons and how, nearest the walls, the boards creaked less, had more support.&nbsp; <br><br>Her daggers whisper in her hands as she spirals them delicately, pivots them in her fingers with a lover's familiarity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 16:30:20</strong>
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				It becomes pretty apparent to Rowan that the stairs upon examination are not in the most dependable condition, and she's pretty sure it'll have to be very slow going to get up them. It is apparent quickly that some of the wood on the floor and stairs has deteriorated with time. As she looks at them further, she also sees part of the railing has fallen away.<br><br>OOC: Acrobatics check with a DC of 10 to navigate the stairs successfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-05-2018, 04:49:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Florica, Amanda, Corine, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: coy<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-05-02 21:39:24, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118855)<br><hr>Rowan manages to ascend the stairs with relative ease, her lithe form slipping from step to step with the have of a natural dancer... Or burglar, take one's pick.&nbsp; Her tight-fitting breeches are of no hindrance as she tests the give and take off each stair and ascends with graceful aplomb.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching the top, she hesitates, remaining at a crouch with her daggers at the ready should anything or anyone set upon her.&nbsp; She hisses back over her shoulder in warning at a loud whisper-- "the stairs are weak! Be careful... I can check up here first if you like... But it's fucking creepy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 08:31:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)&nbsp; </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Florica, Amanda, Corine, Will<br><strong>Status</strong>: Careful, now...<br><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-05-02 21:39:24, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118855)<br><hr>Beginning a careful sweep of the landing, Rowan will wait for the other's "OK" before she starts checking the space at the top of the stairs for traps or weak floorboards, seeking the vantage points that would give her a view of the landing below.&nbsp; She feels more vulnerable, up here alone with the ghosts and spiders, but simultaneously more concerned for her friends waiting below-- should they find themselves in danger, it would be difficult for her to reach them, and that, alone, gives her pause... is it because Will is there?&nbsp; Or Amanda?&nbsp; Or Florence?&nbsp; Or all three of them?&nbsp; ... she knows she should not be concerned, for the three of them could give a giant pause, but she is still harried by the terrors of not being among them, or not being there should they face danger.&nbsp; Or, she concedes, it is perhaps the risk of not having those steady arms within reach, of not having those she trusts a mere breadth of shoulder away.&nbsp; <br><br>So she adopts the stealth of her upbringing, of her rough childhood, of her youth as foster child of the streets.&nbsp; Be unseen, be not here, be mere shadow and wind.&nbsp; Be... else.&nbsp; And she creeps forward, as stealthily as she can, toward the unknown.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PF-The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh-IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 22:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/02/25/20160225212528-59aa9409-xs.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Corporal Stoutly<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everyone<br><strong>Status:</strong> At the 'Haunted House'<br><br>Will watched Rowan go up the stairs, and when he noticed the path she took, he drew his sword and went up the stairs behind her as she began to look for anything out of the ordinary up at the top. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rowan finds no traps or any sort of danger at the top of the stairs. The floor itself is not in the best shape, but appears to be stable enough to walk on. Rowan hears the slightest sound from somewhere on the second floor, one of the bedrooms perhaps, it sounds like a light step</div></div><br>Will arrives at the top, and motions for her to move where she will, he will follow.<br><br>Down below Corine looks up at the two upstairs, then to the other two. 'Should we follow, or wait?'
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