Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 00:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Every1sAHero.png)</div><br><br><br><strong>Amberdale:</strong><br><br>Amberdale is a small town bustling town at the intersection of the Eastern Trade Road and the Shadow Vale Caravan Route.&nbsp; It is surrounded by farmland that has been cut from the Oldwall Forest.&nbsp; Amberdale has one large inn and tavern, the Vine and Horn, which attracts merchants, adventurers and locals looking for news from the capital. There is a help wanted board just outside of the Inn.&nbsp; Creatures from the Oldwall Forest and Shadow Vale are a constant nuisance to the citizens of Amberdale and the surrounding farmers and intrigues from the capital sometimes find the town a safe place to fester and take root.&nbsp; Wardens from nearby Fort Castor do patrol the roads, but they are few and far between.&nbsp; Amberdale does have a town watch.<br><br>Amberdale has everything a starting adventurer needs.&nbsp; There is a smithy for arms and armor, a general store for equipment and provisions and the Vine and Horn, an inn and tavern for resting, drinking and other enjoyments.&nbsp; There is intrigue in Amberdale too.&nbsp; Nearby Kobolds, Goblins and Gnolls are a constant threat and the natural tunnels that crisscross under the town and nearby area are a haven for bandits, thieves and other critters that are no match for hardened adventurers, but terrifyingly deadly to those brave and fool hardy neophytes that come to Amberdale everyday to seek adventure in the surrounding farmlands and nearby Oldwall Forest, Forelorn Hills and Shadow Vale.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Places of Interest</span></em><br><br>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br>Flintwood Forge – Blacksmith<br>Amberdale Cemetary<br>Town Hall<br>Amberdale General Store<br>The Tunnels<br>Town Watch Barracks</div><br>Headers<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&lt; URL for your avatar image, if desired &gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name :[/b]<br>[b]Race and Occupation :[/b]<br>[b]Location &amp; Time :[/b]<br>[b]Tagging :[/b]<br></code></pre><br><br><hr><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Fable.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 03:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/trev_portrait.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trevoby Flintwood<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, Blacksmith<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Flintwood Forge - Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><hr><br><em>CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!</em><br><br>Trevoby wiped the sweat from his brow, licking his parched lips as the heat encompassed him like a smothering blanket. The shirt upon his back clung to his flesh, the white cloth dampened to reveal the details of his flesh beneath. The days of working over an anvil have made a true man out of Trevoby, at least in terms of physique. No, he was no savage barbarian or legendary demigod, but when he swung his hammer the rippling of his muscles could be seen flowing from shoulder down.<br><br><em>CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!</em><br><br>Once upon a time Trevoby had no last name. Just Little Trev, the adopted son of the bar maids of The Rambling Gnome in Cattlestock. A rather boring name for a boring village littered with boring people. The occasional adventurer would swoop in, certainly, and showcase their fine weapons and equipment, but nothing compared to Amberdale. Every day he was seeing new folks in town, some of which ventured out and never returned, some of which returned and never ventured out again. It was here that he became apprentice to Hansel Flintwood, master blacksmith, and here in which he gained a last name.<br><br><em>CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!</em><br><br>For months Trevoby has been toiling at his work, learning the craft of smithing, the art of shaping the blade of a warrior. A weapon wasn't merely a tool, it was a part of that adventurer. A man (or woman) doesn't simply choose their blade, no, the blade chooses them. When they fight, they fight as one. And the warrior that fails to respect their weapon? They fail themselves in the end, and fall as the sun sets behind the hill. It was Trevoby's duty to make the finest blades, unique blades, that could never fail their adventurer. Only be failed in turn.<br><br><em>CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! HSSSSSSS! ...</em><br><br>The steam burst into the air as if released from some confining prison. He panted heavily as he held his latest work beneath the water with a pair of tongs, the heavy leather gloves guarding him from any boiling hot water that might splash back from the sudden change in temperature. The hot air grew humid, droplets of water intermingling with the sweat that shined upon his body. Yet as he lifted the tongs free from the cascading water he grinned. He grinned, and then he laughed, a boisterous noise which woke his master from a delightfully sweet nap.<br><br>"It is complete!" Trevoby shouted, holding his handiwork upon high. With a heavy groan, either from the man or the rocking chair Trevoby couldn't say, Hansel lifted himself up and waddled his heavy frame forward. His walrus mustache seemed to flutter as he breathed heavily through his nose, appraising Trevoby's latest work as he held it aloft.<br><br>"By gum," Hansel commented, "is that the spoon you began working on this morning?" The glimmer within Trevoby's eyes extinguished immediately, his mouth drawn into a flat line.<br><br>"Don't ruin this for me, old man," he said in a monotone voice. He then lifted the object to his master's eyes.<br><br>"Look at the shape of the spoon, here," he noted, finger tracing the deep well of the bowl. "It is the ideal spoon for ladling soup into one's mouth. Less liquid will drip free from the sides of the spoon, meaning you'll get as much brother as you will chicken and carrot." Hansel's sausage fingers tugged at the thick whiskers of his mustache as he listened, nodding his head, eyes examining it closely. With a smile and a nod, the master smacked his apprentice hard on the back in approval.<br><br>"Very good, lad," he said, nodding. "Take it with you to Vine and Horn tonight, showcase it to them. They'll want to buy two dozen or more, I'm certain." With a heavy yawn he dropped back into his rocking chair, the sturdy wood objecting with loud creaks and subtle cracks. Before Trevoby could even open his mouth his boss was back to sleep, snoring soundly. The young man sighed, finding himself a seat upon the stool at their storefront window. His eyes gazed over the reflective surface of the spoon, fogging as he exhaled wistfully.<br><br>"That'll be weeks of work," he said softly. "Weeks of nothing but spoons..." Thus far every attempt at crafting a dagger or short sword was met with dismal failure. Whenever he had the chance he would toil at a new blade, but it was only partially completed. Perhaps if he spent the rest of the day on it he could finish it, but he was afraid of rushing the process. Yet if they got that order of spoons in...<br><br>Ah well. Still better than Cattlestock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 07:19:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/dwtrI2h.jpg)(http://i.imgur.com/dcFfZeH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Estella and Etienne LeCroix<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Novice Adventurers<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>&nbsp; The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Any<br><br>Estella and Etienne LeCroix were sitting across from one another at lunch.&nbsp; The round maple table between them was adorned with a bronze candelabra with three burning candles, one roasted pheasant, a large bowl of mutton soup, another large bowl of mashed carrots, and a plate of sweetened squash. The plates were made of porcelain, and the service was made of steel.<br><br>Estella, garbed in her elegant ivory uniform, sat impassively in her seat.&nbsp; With her legs crossed, one heeled foot pumped impatiently as she surveyed her dashing brother.&nbsp; Etienne eagerly digged into his meal, and gingerly complimented everything.<br><br>&nbsp;"My dear Estella," he began, &nbsp;"this pheasant is marvelous!&nbsp; I have never met its equal.&nbsp; I shall be very glad to tell the chef that her cooking is quite remarkable."&nbsp; He merrily chomped away at a wing.<br><br>Estella rolled her eyes and picked at her food with her fork.<br><br>&nbsp;"... Ah!&nbsp; And this squash!"&nbsp; Etienne gladly scooped a large serving.&nbsp; It splatted loudly against his plate.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Its consistency is quite entertaining for one's palate.&nbsp; It's both dry and wet.&nbsp; It sits heavy in one's stomach, does it not?&nbsp; Like sweetened clay."<br><br>Estella placed her fork down.<br><br>&nbsp;"Etienne, darling?" Estella said softly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes?" Etienne inquired.<br><br>&nbsp;"... Shut up," Estella said, glowering.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I know what you are doing.&nbsp; You are trying to make this place seem quaint.&nbsp; Well, this place is not quaint.&nbsp; The food is not good.&nbsp; The accommodations are not stellar.&nbsp; The people are not charming!&nbsp; They are far from charming, Etienne!&nbsp; They are uncouth barbarians!"<br><br>Etienne appeared confused.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am surprised to hear you say this," Etienne said cheerfully.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I thought you loved the place."<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh, pray tell, what gave you that impression!?"<br><br>Etienne shrugged, reclined back, placed his hands behind his head, and stared at his sister with what appeared to be adoration.&nbsp; &nbsp;"When I came here, you said you wanted to come.&nbsp; I told you that it'd be rough going, and you said that you didn't care.&nbsp; You said that you wanted to be with me.&nbsp; I took you at your word."<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, but when you said that you were going on a grand adventure, I imagined that it would involve less tents," Estella muttered as she furiously cut into her piece of pheasant.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Less mud, too.&nbsp; If only you had been more specific, darling!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>A Painter</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 08:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/ETC%20RP%20STUFF/Altered%20Pictures/889d02c0-b998-457a-93e9-db584305c479_zpsbw1kvxgy.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Carlotta Luna<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Bunny Girl / Illusionist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Any, Carlotta is not the type to go up and make friends *hint hint*<br><hr><br>Carlotta's former master was an ass, and one day she would find the magic to literally turn him in to one.&nbsp; At least that’s what she vowed before the Alchemist Blythe and the small gaggle of five that watched her ass get tossed out on to the street.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>One day she’d show him, oh yes!<br>&nbsp; <br>But how the hell would she do that? <br><br>A child born in a dark, damp hole to family of peasant rabbit-folk, middle child of a litter of twenty three, and a disgraced apprentice!&nbsp; Some pedigree she had!<br>With only a few more coins to her name and no formal education (unless teaching one’s self to read using stolen children’s books and old ledgers counted) and dimwits for parents, Carlotta didn’t really have many leads as to where to find awesome spells and power.<br><br>Her life as an apprentice was supposed to change everything!&nbsp; Finding Blythe and convincing him that she was worth his time had taken two years, and it only lasted five months.<br>OOOOOH!&nbsp; She could just smash his head in!<br>She could feel her anger bubbling up again, threatening to escape her in the form of a scream and shout.&nbsp; Carlotta promptly decided she could use a drink.<br><br>Luckily she was approaching Amberdale.&nbsp; It was just as well.&nbsp; Carlotta was getting tired of having to search for holes and nooks to keep shelter in.&nbsp; A nice bed would be a wonderful change of scenery.&nbsp; <br>Perhaps a bard or a fellow traveller could point her in the right direction!&nbsp; Either way this new place was going to be a good thing.&nbsp; <br><br>Whenever Carlotta stepped in to a town she never failed to catch an eye or two.&nbsp; As pleasant as her features may have been, it was never her face that caught attention but her hat.&nbsp; For many humans who usually stood over five feet and an inch, the very first thing they see at eye level was a pointy had moving about, then her unusual ears bobbing up and down with every step she took.&nbsp; Then a little further down was a full bodied coat darting around with tiny legs and bright red hair.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Although the most impressive thing about the sight was the ornate staff she carried with her.<br><br>Carlotta’s pace was always quick and nervous, as if she was always late.&nbsp; Her search for the inn was no different.&nbsp; The town was small enough, so not much hurrying needed to be done.<br>Timidly she shuffled in to the inn and went up to the in keep.<br>“How much for a room?” She asked, trying her best not too look the part of a nervous bunny that could be taken advantage of.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TeamVelma</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 01:06:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Serpenthelm<br><strong>Race &amp; Occupation:</strong> Half-elf (human on his father's side) Ranger <br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> On the road to Amberdale and then The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Any<br><br>Marcus, the soon to be legendary ranger - honest, was running at a comfortable pace towards&nbsp; &nbsp;This was a much more sedate pace from a few hours ago when he had been running for his life.&nbsp; He said it was to lure the giant spiders away from the family.&nbsp; Whatever the reason it had worked, he'd even managed to kill a couple with some fancy shooting, he'd notched an arrow, then as he pulled the bowstring to full draw, he'd spun round and managed to get one right between the eyes.&nbsp; Another one he'd fatally wounded, it had wandered off and was dispatched by the local watch.&nbsp; The upshot of this was a pocked full of gold and a grateful squire.&nbsp; The squire had mentioned that Amberdale would be a good place to go, for quests, to get some more arrowheads, and for beer.<br><br>The town was soon in sight, he slowed down when he arrived at the gate, a running ranger had been known to panic some settlement, the populace thinking they were being chased by orcs, spiders and all manner of creatures when all they actually wanted to do was get to a tavern for a hot meal.&nbsp; He walked down the street, noting the places he needed to go to , then found the place he wanted to go to The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern.&nbsp; He walked inside and up to the bar, gave a friendly nod of greeting to the Bunny Girl then waited to be served.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 01:25:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/414px-BarmaidAvi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lynessa “Lyn” Vinegrove<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Elf Barmaid<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Carlotta (Mentioning Estella and Etienne)<br><br>The taproom at the Vine and Horn was already busy.&nbsp; That wasn't unusual as it was the only place to get a drink for miles in any direction.&nbsp; It didn't hurt that the ale was thick and the mead was sweet and it has a wonderful selection of wines made from grapes grown nearby.&nbsp; A single barmaid bustled from table to table helping customers.&nbsp; If she got behind the cooking staff would deliver orders for her and the bar was lined with regulars.&nbsp; Still as popular as the Vine and Horn was with regulars it was the ever flowing steam of want to be adventurers that made the Vine and Horn interesting to that busy barmaid that bustled from table to table.<br><br>“I can help you with that.”&nbsp; Came a voice from behind the bunny eared young woman.&nbsp; Lynessa had just finished delivering drinks to the table with the bickering siblings and spun on her heel at the question, her already short skirt twirling about her thighs giving a tantalizing hint of lacy things that may lay beneath.<br><br>“Oh aren’t you a sight.” She added.&nbsp; Lyn had little in the way of filter when it came to new and interesting things and Carlotta was certainly that.&nbsp; Bunny-folk weren’t unheard of in Amberdale, but they weren’t common either.&nbsp; However one dressed such as this certainly was.<br><br>“I’ll be back in a bit to see if you need anything.” She said over her shoulder to the sibling before approaching the rabbit woman not sure what was more interesting, her hat, her ears, or her big embroidered coat.<br><br>Lyn was tall for an elf, with long black hair and small pointy, today she was in a purple mood with lavender, amethyst and violet breaking the monotony of one color that would be her clothing.&nbsp; She held a serving tray at her side and a pouch of coin jangled at her hip.&nbsp; <br><br>“It’s one silver per night.&nbsp; We have bathing basins available for a copper and food is not included.&nbsp; How long are you planning to stay?” She asked pleasantly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 02:08:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XqkHrYP.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Enkh<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Inumimi martial artist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Open post<br><br>A brand new town meant brand new things! Amberdale and its surroundings lacked the cold dryness of home, but that did not mean it was bad. Enkh missed home sometimes, but not this day. People were friendly, the marketplace this town had was vibrant, and no one treated him differently. While the first destination for most tired, would be, and sweaty adventurers was the inn... Enkh usually had other plans. His heightened sense of smell meant that well... The soaps and luxuries that inns had were always a bit hit or miss. The last time he trusted the bathing soaps at an inn the scent was so strong that he couldn’t even catch the scent of flowers pressed to his nose! That would not do. It was his hope that the general store had more pleasantly scented soaps, or at least mild ones that he could use himself. Beyond that? A new brush to keep his tail well groomed, and he also wanted to see all the oddities the store had. General stores were a new thing to him, his tribe bartered and sold of course – but there were never any ‘dedicated’ shops... That was the word these people used, right? Dedicated.<br><br>Heading into the store, his eyes shone with interest. It wasn’t just the soaps and the brushes, it was the everything. The scent of sweetmeats and honey, the metal armors and arms that other adventurers trusted, and even the miscellany goods fascinated him. While he knew what he had come here for, he was something of an idle customer, taking his time going through the goods in the store, almost to a point of deliberate slowness. Excitement showed itself in many forms, though the wag of his tail would provide a rather obvious sign of his eagerness to explore. Of course he hoped there was a worker there, someone he could ask things about, and see what they liked for both soaps, cleaning supplies, and something sweet to eat. Something he could snack on sounded rather nice right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 17:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Belmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Sekhemi portalmancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Enkh, open<br><br><em>Chirp. Chirp. Chip-cheep. </em>The tips of Bel-Kharran-Sharrat's fingers pressed through the bars of a little cage to feed one of the shop's fragile yellow canaries. That they were nestled into an alcove with the iron pickaxes, pitons and coarse hemp rope predicted their fate. Chimes made from miscast glass leavings alerted her to the first customer of her lazy afternoon shift, and her fingers withdrew from the cage. Standing on her little stool she'd been just this man's height, but when she stepped down she was much less impressive. The hand-painted stool, whittled into the shape of a heart, pushed back under the shelves with a nudge from her desert sandal. "Good afternoon, mystery man."<br><br>She had been at this merchant game for most of her life, raised into it from a child. There was nobody more qualified in little Amberdale to nibble a customer's earlobe and drain him of his last coppers, and so little else was asked of her. She did not stock, she did not clean the messes, she did not light the lanterns in the morning. All that she did was lean into the dappled light and make herself a part of the aesthetic, and intrigue the kind of desire that led to coins spontaneously jumping out of purses. "What a long road you must have traveled to reach Amberdale's foremost supplier of goods."<br><br>Bel-Kharran-Sharrat had something to say about the layout when she'd come to work here. Better use of hte space had been made with drawers for the herbal medicines labeled along the cozy cottage wall behind the raw timber counter, shelves a feast for the eyes of texture and color arranged to an expert Sekhemi aesthetic to tickle the pattern centers of the brain. The former wine half-cellar had been transformed by a heavy sage curtain into a changing room for the fitting of armor. "But I'm confident whatever you need, I can help you to find it." She handled the rim of a repurposed barrel as she took in the whole of him. He didn't seem like a wealthy man, so her uncalloused fingers plucked a fuzzy peach from the canvas hammock laid over the barrel and offered it to his much broader hand. "Complimentary, from the General Store's own orchard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 19:26:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Gatura Amon<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Human, Unemployed Wanderer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Open and mentioning Lynessa, Carlotta<br><hr><br>It had been a long, tiring, journey to Amberdale. What was supposed to be a simple escort job had turned into one of the defining moments of his life. Every time he blinked he saw the insanely large pincers, creepily black, empty eyes and the hair...so...much...hair. Gatura shuddered as if hit by a draft of air from a frozen tundra. In reality, the weather was oddly pleasant today. The sun warmed his deep brown skin and the gentle breeze kept him cool enough that he barely broke a sweat. <br><br>As he entered the town, he gazed around at the people gathered. They seemed to be normal enough and as far as he could tell, there were no spiders in sight which was always good. Gatura was wearing his gently worn, yet plenty sturdy, tan armor and his purple cape fluttered gently in the wind. His face was fixed into an all too familiar frown and his right hand gripped a mighty spear. At first glance, Gatura appeared to be the well traveled adventurer but nothing could be farther from the truth. Amberdale was notorious as a launching ground for green adventurers and that was exactly why Gatura had made his way to the town.<br><br>Gatura pushed his way through the tavern door, instictively ducking as he did so. Although it was relatively early, business appeared to be booming. Anxiously, Gatura searched the room for a place to sit in hopes of blending in, as much as he could, with the crowd. Fortunately, he found a empty table at the back corner of the room. He pushed past various people and noticed what he assumed to be a barmaid tending to a peculiar looking guest. Gatura silently reprimanded himself for staring. There was no way of telling what sort of people he would see on his travels. He watched the lady that appeared to be serving guest and several times raised his finger to catch her attention but failed several times. Eventually, he decided to sit back, maybe he should watch his surroundings for a while before drinking in excess. Still, he was tired and could use a strong ale so he decided to lazily continue to try to get the servers attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 04:58:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/Twin-Dragon/CharaDress_zps858c8a26.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Mizuki Izumi<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Kitsune / Novice Adventurer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon / Amberdale general location<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> OPEN<br><br>Mizuki was lying asleep on a pile of hay at the back of the merchant wagon when she felt a hand shook her awake. The kitsune opened her eyes and rubbed them with the back of her hand sleepily as the merchant spoke to her, “Sorry to wake you up little lady, but we’re here.”The blonde nods lazily and gave a wide yawn as she moved from the back of the wagon to the front seat next to the merchant. <br><br>The wagon approached the town entrance and was soon approached by a guard who greeted the merchant with a smile, “Hi Mapan, is it a month already? What’s with the cutie? Don’t tell me that’s your new wife?” The kitsune blushed at being called “cutie” but the merchant let out a laugh as he spoke to the guard, “Heavens no, she’s daughter of an acquaintance. She said she wanna be an adventurer so I thought I’d give her a bit of a helping hand by giving her a ride to the starting point.”<br><br>This time, the guard raised an eyebrow as he gives Mizuki a once over before commenting once again, “Doesn’t look much, does she…?” He turned to Mizuki once again before addressing her straight, “You sure you wanna be an adventurer, girl? I certainly would hate to see a cutie-pie like you in a casket after wrong encounter with a wolf.”<br><br>Mizuki once again nods silently but strongly at the guard who gives her another once over before finally shrugging, “Well, if you’re sure… O well, welcome to Amberdale, then.”<br><br>Giving the guard one last greeting, the wagon went pass the town entrance toward the town center. Once they reaches the destination, Mizuki steps off from the wagon and reaches into her leather pouch to pay the merchant but the man raised his hand to stop her, “Don’t worry about it, little lady. Keep the money, you were a great company during the trip and it worth more than any gold you can give me. In fact….”<br><br>The man reaches to the back of the wagon and withdrew a ripe red apple from it before tossing it to the kitsune, “Take this as a parting gift. I suggest you find yourself an inn for the night at least. I know you’re eager to start your adventure but going out there with a company than alone can make a difference between life and death. You might also want to register with the adventurer office, they usually has missions to give you with good reward for completion, it might prove to be good training for you.”<br><br>The kitsune caught the round fruit before nodding silently once again at the man’s advice. She bowed to her waist to show her appreciation and thanks before turning around and started walking around the town for an inn while munching the sweet and sour fruit she was given.<br><br>It didn’t take long for her to find one as she looked up to the venture’s sign “The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern” before pushing the wooden door open. She stepped into the building and went straight to the proprietor. The blonde opened her lips to speak but no sound came out of it.<br><br>The foxgirl blushed as she cleared her throat several times before trying once again with a soft and sweet voice, “I… I’d like a room for the night please.” The bartender who was also the inn’s proprietor raised an eyebrow at her but shrugged without further comment as she reached to the cabinet behind him and removed a metal key from it, “That would be 1 Silver coin, missy. Cost a bit more for breakfast and bath.”<br><br>The kitsune reaches into her pocket and withdrew 3 coins from inside before placing it on the table. Secretly, the kitsune was glad that her village actually had regular interaction with nearby town and therefore familiar with concept of currency… heavens know what would happen if she tried to pay with nuts and leaves, probably wouldn’t go too well. The bartender took the coins and pocketed them before speaking again, “Your room is at the second floor, third door on the right side.”<br><br>The kitsune nods in understanding before speaking again, “Umm… I was told to find the adventurer office too… can you point to their direction?” The bartender nodded as he pointed out of the window, “Sure, its not that far… just go down the main street, it’s the biggest building on the right with green roof, you can’t miss it.”<br><br>The kitsune nods once again and was about to say that she would go there immediately… when suddenly a soft growling sound came out of her stomach. For a moment, there is silence between the two as the kitsune felt rather self-conscious and blushed so much that her face was nearly as red as the ripe apple she was eating. Suddenly, the bartender started shaking with laughter, barely audible at first but gradually getting louder and louder… until he couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a full belly laugh.<br><br>It took a while before the man managed to compose himself enough to speak, “Lunch might be a better idea for now, don’t you think, laddie?” Mizuki nods silently, too embarrassed to trust her voice to speak which brought another set of laughter from the bartender as he spoke again, “You know what? It’s not everyday I found such a cutie customer like you, most of the adventurers I see are burly men with more muscle than brain. As a treat, I’ll allow your lunch just this time on the house. Go find yourself a seat, I’ll have a maid bring it to you.”<br><br>The blonde kitsune nods silently, her face still felt like it was on fire and she was too embarrassed to argue. Instead, she turned around and started looking for empty table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 21:43:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XqkHrYP.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Enkh<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Inumimi martial artist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat <br><br>Mystery man? To a stranger he must have been a mystery, yes. Rising from looking over the various goods, his attention was soon directed to the woman who worked here. A curious expression turned to a genial one as his eyes lit up and his lips curled into a smile. “Ah, I did not mean to make you get up. I am sorry for that.” His accent was noticeable, the common tongue a secondary language. Through the accent still came a friendly tone as his eyes briefly looked from her to the store. “I’ve come quite a ways indeed! Amberdale is a new land to me. I will be staying for some time though and I am in hope that this store has what I look for. You are the owner, yes?” Taking the peach, his tail again swished about, his hands briefly against hers before he took the fuzzy and new fruit in hand. “Thank you but forgive me, orchards are fruit trees, I think. We do not really have them where I come from.” He was not sure what they were exactly, though he recalls passing rows after rows of trees that grew all sorts of fruit, so this must have been that.<br><br>“I am looking for a few things, soaps first. A more soft scent, strong ones make me feel uneasy. And a brush, again something soft. Sometimes the firmer feeling ones hurt my tail.” As his ears briefly stooped, he then took a bite of the peach, fanged canines piercing the soft skin as he perked up mid-taste. Eagerly chewing and swallowing, he smiled again as he spoke. “And more of these, if you have them. These are very good!” The excitement of trying something new was palpable, his somewhat tired body swiftly perking up. “Those are what I look for, and I have coin to pay for all.” From what he knew of merchants, those last few words tended to make them all happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>28-08-2015, 05:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/trev_portrait.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trevoby Flintwood<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, Blacksmith<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Flintwood Forge - Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Carlotta and Gatura by mention<br><hr><br>"I know fifteen coppers can be an awful lightening of your purse," Trevoby said softly, straining to keep his mischievously gleaming eyes on the deadpan expression of the female adventurer before him, "so if you'd like to make an... alternative form of payment," wherein his eyes sink to the valley of her bosom, pressed up high by a snuggly fitting leather corset, "I would be more than glad to-"<br><br>Three pieces of gold clattered upon the countertop, one of them spinning for a prolonged period before dropping onto its face. Trevoby glanced down, wondering how she had retrieved the money so quickly without his notice, only to look back up and find her already gone. Grasping the wooden counter and lunging forward, leaning through the storefront window, he watched as the young adventurer walked away, fixed battleaxe strapped to her back, obscuring his view of her exquisitely tight leather pants.<br><br>"Come again!" he shouted after her, then sighed as his body slumped over the window. <em>One of these days,</em> he swore. He looked around as the streets grew crowded, adventurers and townsfolk aplenty going about their business. Some adventurers were arriving at Amberdale for the first time, others coming in from errands and tasks assigned them by the locals, and others still preparing to leave and obtain wolf pelts or condor eggs. At some point they all began to blur together, burly folk in leather armor with blades of iron, eager to make their mark upon the world.<br><br>With a grunt Trevoby pressed against the countertop, hoisting himself upright. He halted halfway, eyes caught by the most peculiar sight. A tall yet wonderfully curved specimen could be seen amidst the crowd, sashaying side to side hypnotically, as if beckoning for Trevoby, only Trevoby, to come and take it away.<br><br>"What a glorious looking staff!" he exclaimed, lifting boot to the countertop to try and straddle on over. He hadn't even made it halfway before he was jerked on back into the dimmer, hotter light of the forge. "Wait! No!" He exclaimed, lunging once more, gloved fingers grasping the counter. "She's beautiful!" he cried, leaning forward to try and catch sight of it again. There! Headed towards the tavern! Being carried by that obnoxiously garish hat with red hair! Wait, no, it was a woman! With a wonderfully short ski-<br><br>"GAH!" he cried once more as Hansel's massive paw of a hand tore him from the window.<br><br>"Chase skirts later, m'boy," boomed Hansel, mustache hairs fluttering from his heavy breath. "I need you to pay attention."<br><br>"How long have you been awake?" Trevoby interjected, glancing back at the now abandoned rocking chair. Hansel gripped the boy by the chin, turning his face back to the walrus mustache.<br><br>"When ya go to the Tavern tonight," the elder man commanded, fingers gripped firmly on Trevoby's jaw, "you will post this notice up on the notice board." He held a sheet of parchment before Trevoby's face, shaking it so that it loudly rippled, as if to keep hold of the young apprentice's attention. "Do ya understan' me?" Trevoby tried to nod, but Hansel's grip kept his head firmly in place. So he settled for a muffled "yeff sherr".<br><br>Hansel's grip eased off of Trevoby's now aching jaw, the rotund man nodding in satisfaction before stamping the parchment to the apprentice's chest with his ogre-like palm. The larger fellow then eased his way back to the rocking chair, slowly settling his heft into the creaking seat. Trevoby coughed, struggling to recapture some of the air knocked out of him, before taking the parchment and scanning it over.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stalwart and Ambitious Adventurers Wanted!</strong><br>Flintwood Forge is in need of some Blood Iron, able to be found in the Old South East Amberdale Mineshaft.<br><strong>Reward:</strong> A piece of equipment made from the Blood Iron and additional copper pieces for your troubles.<br>Meet with the Blacksmith at this posting board in the morning for details.</em></div><br>"You're going to this mineshaft yourself, sir?" Trevoby inquired, his brow creased with hints of concern. Hansel's guffaw sounded much more like a pack animal with a cold.<br><br>"Don't be silly," he waved his hand. "I'm too tired and old. So you'll be going!"<br><br>"Ah," Trevoby nodded. He rolled the parchment up, placing it in his pocket before finding his seat upon the stool once more. It took several potential customers to pass by before Trevoby sat upright, eyes widened in a most worrisome epiphany. "Wait, <em>me</em>?" Hansel snorted.<br><br>"Well <em>someone</em> has to know what they're looking for," he said, crossing his sausage fingers together and wiggling his mustache. "Besides, it'll do you some good to get out of town for a while."<br><br>"What good?" Trevoby objected. "I like it here! Besides, who'll forge all the spoons?"<br><br>"Poppycock," Hansel waved his hand in the air. "I can take care of those with little trouble."<br><br>"Yes, but," Trevoby sputtered, hands waving uselessly in the air, "they say there's a big momma spider in that mineshaft! That it's why it's abandoned!" Once more, Hansel waved his hand.<br><br>"Which is precisely why you're getting adventurers to accompany you," he insisted. His eyes opened, scanning out the storefront window at the passersby, nearly leaping out of his seat as he pointed. "Ah, see? That big, burly looking fellow with the dark skin. You get him to join and that spider will be no problem!"<br><br>"But I-"<br><br>"Want to keep your apprenticeship, yes?"<br><br>Trevoby was finally silenced. An anger smoldered like the final coals of a campfire refusing to go out, burning just hot enough to keep the glow. He released his frustrations by kicking the stool out from underneath himself, huffily stomping into the forge. He grabbed the hilt and blade he had been trying to work on, slow and steady progress on what looked like flimsy hunks of metal, and set them beside the kiln. He reached over top the oven, grasping one of the handles to the air pump, hissing as he almost dropped it right into the heated fire. Righting it, he gripped the handles tightly, huffing as he began to squeeze. He breathed with the instrument, getting the kiln prepared.<br><br>If he was going into an abandoned mineshaft with bats and a big spider of some sort, then he was going to be prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 23:27:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Belmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Sekhemi portalmancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Enkh, open<br><br>"Soaps first, of course. You'll want to make your best first impression with the people of Amberdale, hm?" Bel lifted a bar from the shelves and brought it to her nose. A little lavender, but not much, like a soapmaker's signature. She offered it for Enkh's more keen senses, curious just how something mild to her would be met. "We're not as worldly as you. Some might say a shy village thirsty for tales of adventure. What do you think of this one?" Another she breathed in closely. A third. The intricacies of their soapmaker's craft had eluded her until now. But as she inhaled how each batch had gone, she imagined a craftsy little woman diligent at work unappreciated by most. How kind of Enkh to notice it.<br><br>"An animal brush is too firm for you. Let's try... this one." She snatched a hairbrush up quick to sneak by Enkh that the nook was for ladies' beauty. "For true luxury, let me recommend the mane treatment our stablemaster uses for Amberdale's beautiful horses. Such firm body would really do wonders for your tail." Bel was accustomed to hot-blooded customers welcoming little invasions of their personal space. She cradled Enkh's tail, quieting its preoccupied swish with a drag of the brush. The bristles gave a small testing tug, and then began to demonstrate how gently they massaged down into the fur. "Have you visited the inn, yet? The Vine and Horn is a cozy place for a weary traveler to sate his appetites. In the evening, it gets just lively enough to keep the heart pumping. The forest is a dangerous place, after all. A strong man like yourself may find himself pulled six ways by damsels in distress."<br><br>Finally the brush came away. Bel spun it artfully between her fingers. "Shall I fetch you some of that mane treatment, and wax for a glossy coat too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>A Painter</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 14:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/ETC%20RP%20STUFF/Altered%20Pictures/889d02c0-b998-457a-93e9-db584305c479_zpsbw1kvxgy.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Carlotta Luna<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Bunny Girl / Illusionist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Marcus, Lynessa and Gatura. Mizuki is are mentioned.<br><hr>This place seemed to be popular.&nbsp; Not long after she entered a rugged looking half-elf walked in and, well, greeted her with a smile.<br>UH!&nbsp; UH!&nbsp; UHM!<br>A crooked half smile awkwardly formed on Carlotta's face.<br>&nbsp;<br>Luckily a welcoming voice called to her, saving her from having to internally dissect what had happened.&nbsp; She turned get an eyeful of breasts and hints of purple clothing, which sent her hopping back in surprise.&nbsp; Carlotta cleared her throat and looked up to see the face attached to said breasts and found a pretty elf towering over her. <br>“Oh, aren’t you a sight.”&nbsp; Said the elf.&nbsp; She looked genuinely curious in a playful sort of way.&nbsp; While she wasn’t fond of being the object of examination, the elf did not seem hostile in the slightest.<br>“Am I? You are quite,” There was a pause as Carlotta’s eyes dropped to the woman’s breasts briefly, “eye catching yourself.” She managed to get out.&nbsp; It was supposed to be a compliment, but there was a slight stiffness to her tone that may not have gotten that across.<br>Her small hands twisted the edges of her coat anxiously, she didn’t even realise she was doing it.<br><br>“Alright, thank you.”&nbsp; The woman was very friendly, so Carlotta was visibly getting more relaxed despite the coat twisting.&nbsp; “I’m not quite sure myself.&nbsp; I’ll probably stay here as long as I feel I need to.&nbsp; I would like to get ready before I go off in to the world.”&nbsp; The words ‘I’m going to be a powerful mage some day’ hung on the tip of her tongue, but didn't quite make it out.&nbsp; Boasting or spouting grand promises didn't happen unless she was particularly excited.&nbsp; <br>“I’ll be needing some work.” More unsaid words, but it was more obvious: I am broke.&nbsp; “I can pay for the next two nights.” She pulled out two silvers and a copper from an unseen pouch, hidden under her coat somewhere.&nbsp; “I’ll have a basin as well.”&nbsp; <br><br>There was another pause.<br><br>“How much would an ale cost me?”&nbsp; <br>The question about food followed after another brief pause.&nbsp; The priority was quite obvious.<br><br>No, she did not have a problem.<br>&nbsp;<br>After paying for the room and ale, she thanked the pleasant elf.&nbsp; (That's right, no food. Priorities!) When Carlotta had come in the place was already quite lively, but more people shuffled in since then.&nbsp; The dark giant one and the tiny fox were new.&nbsp; <br>“I think that man wants to speak to you.” Carlotta said, pointing at the giant one that looked like a tree in a cape.<br>Carlotta noticed he seemed to be looking at her funny as well.<br>Was there something on her face?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 00:26:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/414px-BarmaidAvi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lynessa “Lyn” Vinegrove<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Elf Barmaid<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Carlotta and OPEN<br><br>“Two nights it is.” Lynessa answered.&nbsp; She was quite accustomed to people not looking her in the eyes at first glance.&nbsp; It didn’t bother her at work.&nbsp; “And thank you.&nbsp; It is always nice when a pretty customer such as yourself notices.”&nbsp; Her voice has the lilting tone of the elves that was like honey for the ears.&nbsp; “I will make sure a basin is sent on up.&nbsp; I’ll drop off the key when I bring you your ale.&nbsp; First one’s on me darling for the compliment.”<br><br>“Hey you don’t give me free drinks when I compliment you Lyn?”&nbsp; Called a gruff Dwarf at the bar.<br><br>“That’s because you don’t have cute floppy ears like this one or a pointy hat.”&nbsp; She said sticking her tongue out at the old regular Grimly Wayfarer, a hunter of some skill.<br><br>“Sorry dear.&nbsp; Don’t mind Grimly.&nbsp; He is a grumpy old codger, but a total softy.&nbsp; Now you were saying something about a job.&nbsp; I need some bramble berries for a pie I want to make, but my favorite thicket has become the home of an ornery Tangleweb Spider.&nbsp; If you can chase off that nasty bugger and bring me a bushel of berries, I can make it worth your while.&nbsp; Think about it and let me know, okay?” The lithe elven barmaid offers before nodding to the newest customer.&nbsp; <br><br>“Looks like I have another customer.&nbsp; Think about it and I will bring your ale lickety split.”<br><br>Lynessa swished off to take the newest arrival’s order.<br><br>From the kitchen came a large crashing sound and a scream.&nbsp; From behind the bar a heavy set cook rushed out of the kitchen. <br>“Gremlins!&nbsp; In the cellar!” She cried breathing heavily but another crash was soon followed by a chittering snicker and the stumbling bodies of three strange looking creatures.&nbsp; The small green biters were swathed head to toe in charcoal grey cloth.&nbsp; One was pouring a mug of ale into a strange device on top of the others head.&nbsp; The container funneled down into two straws it clutched into its mouth.<br><br>“Cask Gremlin’s!” The old Dwarf hunter exclaimed.&nbsp; “Where’s my rifle!” He called though few other than Dwarfs knew what a rifle was.<br><br>The gremlin’s looked across the taproom with blurry eyes and seeing the various ales cups among the tables those eyes widened and took on a terrible focus. “Beeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrr!” They screeched stumbling over themselves to get at the drink that seemed to make them grow stronger and more unruly.&nbsp; One smashed an empty mug over old Grimly’s bald palate before snatching up the dwarf’s and guzzling it down.<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Gremlins.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 04:47:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/Twin-Dragon/CharaDress_zps858c8a26.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Mizuki Izumi<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Kitsune / Novice Adventurer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon / Amberdale general location<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> OPEN<br><br>Mizuki was probably the first one to know about the gremlin’s entrance into the bar. Her ears being easily several times more sensitive than human means she had heard the crash in the kitchen but she had assumed that it was simply a kitchen accident.<br><br>The blonde kitsune had just sat down to one of the recently empty table after a pair left it when the barmaid’s call of “Gremlin” reached her. The sound was followed by the entrance of three of the weirdest looking creature she had ever seen. She blinked twice as she looked at the creatures that looked to her like a bipedal rat with green-ish skin color, one of them pouring ale into a contraption thing on the other’s head. <br><br>To the kitsune, they were simply bizarre in its appearance. In her own defense, considering her young age and this being her actual first time out of the village, she could be forgiven for never seeing one. It wasn’t until one of them crash a mug on top of a dwarven hunter’s bald head, who immediately dead to the world, that she figured out that those things were trouble.<br><br>She stood up to help in ridding of the creature when one of them suddenly turned at her and gave a sneer. The kitsune felt shiver went up her spine as she saw the creature’s row of tiny serrated teeth and its predatory look. The blonde’s eyes widen as she saw the creature leap at her with its jaws open for a bite.<br><br>Instinct took over as with a shriek, the kitsune swung her arm… and scored a lucky hit slap on the creature’s left side, sending it tumbling. She looked at the creature with eyes wide in fear as she spoke, “D-d-di… did I kill it?” She sighed in relief as the said creature picked itself up, she’d hate to end up killing anyone with her lucky slap… whether anyone would agree with her about not killing the pest would be another thing entirely.<br><br>Unfortunately, the creature apparently didn’t appreciate being slapped either as it turned to look at her with eyes full of hate. The innocent kitsune gulped as she looked at it, “Wa-wait, I-I-I don’t want to fight you… I-I just want you to get out… yo-you’re disturbing everyone and….” If the gremlin cared about her wish or even understood it wasn’t clear but the creature’s made it clear that revenge was on the menu as it leapt toward her a second time. <br><br>The kitsune let out another shriek as instinct took over for the second. This time however, just as the creature reaches her reach, the blonde’s arms flowed as she spun her right arm, intercepting and catching the airborne creature by the neck…. Before her left arm joined in and assisted the other in flipping the creature… before finally sending it upward.<br><br>When used in open space, the creature would end up being thrown away behind her… and ended up with little more than a bruise. However, since she used it in closed space… the gremlin ended up smashing face-first to the ceiling and somehow its teeth were stuck into the wooden ceiling, suspending it in open mouth position as it flails around trying to detach itself from its position to no success.<br><br>THe kitsune looked up at the ceiling and sweatdropped as she scratched the back of her head with a nervous laugh, "Umm... Sorry...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TeamVelma</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 14:53:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/40dc459bc1a474b3ad0bb27a81c988de/tumblr_n0e4gtpMQG1smxy5ko1_r2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name : </strong>Marcus Serpenthelm <br><strong>Race and Occupation : </strong>Half elf-human. Ranger. <br><strong>Location &amp; Time : The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging : Lynessa and open</strong><br><br>Now that the Bunny Girl had been served Marcus raised his hand to attract the barmaids attention.<br>"I would like some beer and food please, I would also like to rent a room."<br><br>The words had barely left his lips when there was the sound of commotion fro the kitchen.&nbsp; He stepped back, though his senses weren't as sharp as a full elf they were sharper than a humans.&nbsp; His hand was already on his bow when a cook ran out of the kitchen crying of gremlins in the cellar.&nbsp; He had an arrow notched by the time the first creature appeared.&nbsp; &nbsp;A cask gremiln.&nbsp; Usually an annoyance but the more they drunk the stronger and dangerous they <br><br>The Kitsune engaged the first creature in melee combat, another had attached an old dwarf sat at a table.&nbsp; While the gremlin stopped to consume some beer Marcus fired two arrows into it in quick succession.&nbsp; He then shouldered his bow, it was too risky to fire at the other gremlins so he drew his sword and went to engage the closest gremlin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 15:38:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Gatura Amon<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Human, Unemployed Wanderer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Mizuki. Mentioned Marcus and Lyn<br><hr><br>Gatura's dark hues watched lazily as the Elf finished serving the young, peculiar looking woman. It wasn't until the young lady pointed directly at him that he realized that he had been staring. Embarrassment flooded his dark features as he waved his thanks to the young woman and straightened himself up in his seat as he prepared to be served by the elf. Unfortunately another adventurer, apparently eleven, decided that it was his turn to be served. Gatura was new to Amberdale and didn't know if the man was important or just rude so for the time being, Gatura said nothing. <br><br>Perhaps it was fate that had kept Gatura sober this long but as soon as he heard the crash in the kitchen, he was happy that he hadn't yet been served. Soon, three little menacing green men stumbled out of the back who looked more intent on getting wasted than causing any real trouble. The problem was, judging by the quick dispersal of the dwarf at the bar, the gremlins didn't care who they hurt to get to their prize. The little green men were barely the size of early teenage boys, surely this was a good opportunity for Gatura to gain a little notoriety. <br><br>Gatura noticed the first gremlin who went for the young blond woman who also had ears coming out of her hair. Amberdale was proving to be a strange place. His size was definitely a handicap in the tight confines of the tavern and it took him a few moments to get out of the booth. Gatura was about to run over to tackle the little man when two arrows flew quickly by his face. Immediately he froze, and gulped hard at how close he had been to catching one in the neck. It was then Gatura remembered that he had a spear and thought to grab it but decided against it because of the small area. After a quick glance, to the rude elf who had returned his bow to a reasonable position, Gatura made his was over toward the young blond. By the time he had closed the space between them, since he had to fight through a sea of fleeing customers, she had effectively lodged the creature into the ceiling by his teeth. A chuckle that sounded like distant thunder crept gently from Gatura's throat.<br><br>"Good job." He said with a smile that he hoped was friendly enough not to cause fear. Either she was somewhat talented, or extremely lucky, either way he figured she would be a good ally to have. The gremlin that had been drinking the dwarf's ale had been drinking assorted cups around the room until he noticed his companion hanging from the ceiling. Gatura wasn't sure if it was affinity, or the unclaimed ale, but he alcohol fueled gremlin began to make his way toward them with a snarl. <br><br>"I got it," Gatura stepped passed his new acquaintance and gently nudged her around behind him. His face hardened into his most intimidating grimace, which was completely ignored by the gremlin. Once enough distance was closed between them, the little booger of a being lunged toward Gatura, teeth first. The large novice tried to backhand the gremlin but, as it was flying teeth first, Gatura's arm ended up planted firmly in the dozes of sharp teeth.<br><br>"Ahhh!! Fuck!" Gatura called out in pain as the gremlin bit down. <br><br>"Stupid." His right arm came around to punch the surprisingly resilient gremlin in the eye. <br><br>"Little." Another fist connected.<br><br>"Fucker." Finally, being knocked unconscious, the gremlin fell to the floor with a thud. Quickly, Gatura examined his bleeding arm. Sure, the wound wasn't bad but he didn't know what kind of germs those fuckers carried in their dirty mouths. He knew that getting this checked out would be first priority. Gatura had also served to make a fool of himself in front of his new friend. He turned to face her as his eyes flutter from her to the wound and back to her.<br><br>"Just a scratch," he said with an incredibly stupid smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>A Painter</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 16:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/ETC%20RP%20STUFF/Altered%20Pictures/889d02c0-b998-457a-93e9-db584305c479_zpsbw1kvxgy.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Carlotta Luna<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Bunny Girl / Illusionist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Lyn.&nbsp; Gatura, Mizuki and Marcus are mentioned.<br><hr><br>Carlotta’s eyes lit up. <br>FREE BOOZE!&nbsp; Yeeeeees!&nbsp; YESYESYESYES!<br>Her verbal response to Lyn’s gesture of kindness didn’t reflect the way she was feeling inside, but her eyes said it all,&nbsp; “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”&nbsp; Her first real, comfortable smile of the day broke out on her face.&nbsp; She even managed to take Lyn’s compliments without fidgeting.<br><br>Lyn then offered some work.<br>A big spider, huh?&nbsp; That sounded…challenging, but if she wanted to have a roof over her head and <del>ale</del> food in her belly, she was going to need work.<br>Not to mention if she really wanted to teach her former master a lesson she was going to need a reputation!&nbsp; Scaring off spiders sounded like a good way to start.&nbsp; <br><br>In all the noise of the busy tavern Carlotta didn’t quite make out whatever sounds the gremlins made before bursting forth and wreaking havoc in the tavern kitchens.&nbsp; <br>She only figured out something was wrong when screams and sounds of breaking tavern property filled her ears.&nbsp; When the three creatures hobbled out of the kitchen Carlotta took a few steps back and studied them.&nbsp; She had never seen such devices on their head before.&nbsp; Curiosity levels spiked.<br>How interesting!&nbsp; The more they drank, the more proficient in battle they seemed to be.<br><br>Perhaps it was her curiosity and fascination with the creatures, but she was slow to act, and before she knew three of the tavern’s patrons sprung to action. (Although the tiny blond one seemed more pushed in to it than doing any actual springing.) The trouble seemed to be more or less contained thanks to the three.<br><br>However one gremlin, while it had some wounds and an arrow stuck in it, seemed to still be alert.&nbsp; For good measure Carlotta decided to help the arrows a bit.<br>Luckily it was distracted by the three do-gooders, she had some time to ready herself.&nbsp; It stood up from the bar, wobbling a little more than earlier, looking for the ranger that had shot it, or something closer that could be of interest.&nbsp; <br>“Easy now, easy….” She muttered to herself, taking aim.<br>Carlotta pointed her finger at it, squinted and then a small but sudden flash of light burst beside of the gremlin’s face.&nbsp; It wasn’t exactly where she was aiming, but it worked, blinding the gremlin for a few moments.&nbsp; <br><br>WHACK!<br><br>Carlotta took advantage of those moments, and knocked the bugger off his feet and on to his back.&nbsp; He was still conscious, but not fully for now.&nbsp; Maybe one more ought to do it.<br>WACK! BONK!&nbsp; Grooooooaaaan. <br><br>“There we go.” Carlotta muttered to herself.&nbsp; <br>She straightened her posture, fixed her hat and her hair then looked around the tavern.<br>It was a good thing the others had been here, she probably would have been eaten alive by the buggers.<br>Worse yet, The Vine and Horn may have run out of alcohol!<br>She saw the large dark one with the tiny light one.&nbsp; The giant one seemed to be looking at some wounds, and tables turned, and the remaining patrons in disarray.<br><br>“Miss Lyn?&nbsp; Are you okay?” Carlotta’s voice was meek again. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was making her feel, well, indescribable!&nbsp; What was she to do with all this energy?<br><br>She tightly held her staff close, her hands shaking like a leaf.<br><br>She would have inquired about the other patrons, the ones who really did something in the fray, but she was just not comfortable doing that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 04:40:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Gremlins.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Cask Gremlin / Beer Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus Serpenthelm, Estella and Etienne LeCroix and Carlotta Luna<br><hr>Lynessa had been as surprised as anyone at the appearance of the gremlin menace.&nbsp; She was helping old Grimly back up to his feet when Carlotta came to her assistance.&nbsp; “Oh, thank you.&nbsp; Yes I am fine.&nbsp; I swear someone is letting those things in here.&nbsp; This is the third time in a month.” She explained exasperated.&nbsp; “I am going to get Grimly here a cold mug to put on his head.” She said getting the dwarf back on his stool.<br><br>The sounds of straining and grunting were split by a high pitched “Yiiiiiieeeeeee!” as the gremlin managed to pull himself loose.&nbsp; The critter came plummeting down only Marcus’s back slamming the half-elf chest first onto the table.&nbsp; The wobbly gremlin popped up with his clawed hands in a strange upright fighting pose and one leg curled up.&nbsp; It was an amazing feat that the inebriated gremlin did not fall over.<br><br>“Beeiir Neeenjah!” It exclaimed and with a rolling somersault it extracted itself from Marcus and vaulted towards Estella and Etienne knocking over a cup of wine.&nbsp; Naah whine!&nbsp; Beeiir!!!” It cried swinging a surprisingly adept claw at the siblings.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 04:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/dwtrI2h.jpg)(http://i.imgur.com/dcFfZeH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Estella and Etienne LeCroix<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Novice Adventurers<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>&nbsp; The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Goblin<br><br>Estella and Etienne's intense conversation was rudely interrupted by a goblin.&nbsp; Both siblings appeared confused because they had no earthly idea where the goblin had come from.&nbsp; Both brother and sister arose, took a step rightwards and back, almost in synchronization.<br><br>&nbsp;"Why, it's a goblin!" Etienne cried.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What in the deuce is he doing here?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Who cares?" Estella said, drawing her rapier elegantly.&nbsp; The blade sang gracefully as it fell to her side after a flourish.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Our meal is ruined."&nbsp; Estella, with a stunning alacrity, nearly poked the poor goblin in the heart.&nbsp; However, her blade was deflected by Etienne's swift point.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Don't kill him," Etienne said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It wouldn't do.&nbsp; I can never maintain my appetite after killing something, especially if that something is someone."<br><br>Estella rolled her eyes and, with a fury, she began to blast her brother's blade with her own with skill and experience.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You can always keep your appetite," she snarled ruefully.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're... an... oaf!"&nbsp; Try as she might, she could not overcome the veil of her brother's defense.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"An admirable trait, my dear!" Etienne said as he kicked the goblin's leg and dropping him to the ground just before Estella's blade nearly deprived him of his tonsils, and then deflected her blade upwards.&nbsp; &nbsp;"All of this is making me very hungry.&nbsp; Perhaps dessert?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, fine!" Estella hissed as she twisted and curled athletically around the larger Etienne and once again nearly snatched the poor goblin from the mortal coil.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Dessert sounds swell!"&nbsp; Her blade struck true, but she only drew blood.&nbsp; &nbsp;"First blood, Etienne!" she cried, sliding her white glove along her the stem of her foil to wipe off the goblin's viscera.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"A fine scratch, madame," Etienne said, permitting Estella to clean her blade.&nbsp; He didn't want her to get blood splattered on her fine clothes after all.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Thank you, Etienne,' Estella replied.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ready?" Etienne inquired with a smile.<br><br>&nbsp;"Always,' Estella retorted with a snarl.<br><br>They tapped their blades against each other, but then didn't move.&nbsp; Etienne started laughing, and Estella couldn't help but smirk.&nbsp; Obviously this meant something betwixt them, and they obviously found some humor in it.<br><br>&nbsp;"So a stay of execution!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Indeed, but mind your goblin," Estella said, sitting down and crossing her beautiful legs one over the other as if she was sitting on a throne.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do detest it so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 07:17:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XqkHrYP.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Enkh<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Inumimi martial artist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat <br>Soaps first! This was the part he knew he really needed. If he couldn’t even stand the scent of himself after a bath how could he even do something simple like train? Or be by himself? As she offered him a light violet hued soap block one of his nails softly scratched against the object, allowing him to take a quick sniff of the shavings from the block. “This is... Not bad.” He had the tone a critic would take on tasting wine or food, letting the scent against his nose, feeling it in the sense that only one with more animalistic features could. He’d put the block back after a moment, considering it as he moved on to another, and another. Some of the wild flowers and native herbs were known to those of Amberdale, but lillies, mint, such things were an unknown to Enkh. Finally, he looked at a sandy block of soap, scratching it softly and taking the scent once more. “Oh, this is good.” Sandalwood was a mystery to him, but the scent was alluring all the same as his tail briefly moved. “Very good! Yes, this one please.”&nbsp; She had helped him considerably, and such a simple act meant much for him.<br><br>The conversation then moved to brushes, and he would hide the lack of knowledge he had about some words. He’d heard luxury before, that was something good right? Something the people in fine clothes and good standing liked. Maybe that was not for him exactly, but he would see what it would do at least. “Hrm...” Either unknowing or uncaring as to the effete nature of the brush, it looked good to him as any other might in such a situation. “That looks like what I am searching for.” If he was prepared for her to drag the bristles of the brush against his tail, it did not show as he immediately shuddered, pulling forward and away from her as his tail swished between his legs as he started to assert himself. “Please ask! Can be very sensitive!” She didn’t mean to offend, he knew that. But even then, it was not something he was welcoming without someone at least asking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 19:56:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/traxex_drow_ranger_dota_2_93722_1600x1200.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marixsa Starlight<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Drow Ranger<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Wandering aimlessly about Amberdale, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The past several days had been rough on a particular young ranger.&nbsp; Of course, part of this was mainly due to her own choice, being that she initially opted to take a bit more of a dangerous route through the woods as opposed to traveling on the road to get to her destination.&nbsp; Mostly, this was to try and avoid running the risk of freaking travelers out if they figured out what she was.&nbsp; On the bright side, she had learned a rather valuable piece of information; Marixsa was pretty decent at running away from foes she couldn't yet handle, at least in a forest setting.&nbsp; Between what her adopted father taught her and her elvish dexterity, she was able to avoid getting mauled by the wildlife on her way to Amberdale.&nbsp; She thought she knew a lot, but the past several days taught her both how little she truly knew, and of the value of fear.&nbsp; She wouldn't be going back into the woods alone any time soon once she got situated in this town that the elders were directing her to.<br><br>Truthfully, only part of the journey was spent traveling the woods.&nbsp; After her third encounter with multiple rabbits chasing her up into the trees, she wound up finding out that rodents of unusual size actually do exist when she came face to face with a giant squirrel.&nbsp; She still wasn't sure how she had managed to get away from that one with only a few scratches on her left arm, but it was at that point that she wisened up and started walking along the road.&nbsp; After she cleaned and treated the injury she had sustained as best she could, the journey was fairly uneventful from that point on, although it was a bit harder to find things to eat.&nbsp; She felt simultaneously relieved and more nervous than she could ever recall being when her destination entered her field of view, however.<br><br>Having lived in the forest with her clan all her life, she had never seen civilization quite like this before.&nbsp; Even just starting to walk up towards it, she felt awestruck.&nbsp; She admittedly hadn't been sure what to expect, but she doubted that anything could have prepared her for the sight of Amberdale.&nbsp; Unconsciously pulling her cloak more firmly around herself as if to protect herself from prying eyes, she began wandering the streets.&nbsp; All thoughts of hunger, potentially tending to her injury, and even the reason why she came here temporarily were suppressed by the sights and sounds of the town.&nbsp; Frost blue eyes took in as many of the sights from beneath the darkened hood as they could, but the way she was moving could easily have brought attention to herself.&nbsp; She was acting almost like someone from the country seeing a city for the first time in their life based on her body language alone, and in many ways this was an accurate parallel.&nbsp; Even if her purpose were still on her mind in this moment, she wouldn't even know where to start looking for help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 05:18:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/dwtrI2h.jpg)(http://i.imgur.com/dcFfZeH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Estella and Etienne LeCroix<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Novice Adventurers<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>&nbsp; The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Goblin<br><br>Etienne laughed boisterously.&nbsp; He had a profound laughter that bore a seemingly sinister edge despite his rather jovial demeanor.&nbsp; Estella peered at Etienne with a sweet grin.<br><br>&nbsp;"You can't keep him, my darling," Estella said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"He'll wet the carpet."<br><br>&nbsp;"Fate dropped him in our laps," Etienne said wistfully.<br><br>&nbsp;"You honestly have to stop this whole fate nonsense," Estella murmured.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's unbecoming."<br><br>The goblin got up slowly and Etienne glanced at him over his shoulder.&nbsp; His grip about his handle tightened, and he then wailed the poor goblin right in the jaw with his rapier's guard.&nbsp; Etienne was strong, and the movement was swift.&nbsp; The goblin didn't see it coming, and didn't see very much afterwards.<br><br>&nbsp;"I do love it when you're violent, Etienne," Estella said, biting her lower lip as she stroked Etienne's forearm.<br><br>With that, Etienne picked up a knocked down chair, pushed it underneath the table, and then sat across from Estella.&nbsp; The two continued their interrupted meal, chatting merrily about nothings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 11:47:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/Twin-Dragon/CharaDress_zps858c8a26.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Mizuki Izumi<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Kitsune / Novice Adventurer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon / Amberdale general location<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Gatura and Marixsa<br><hr><br>Mizuki sighed in relief as the last of the gremlin were taken care of by a pair of human. She couldn’t help but shudder slightly at their conversation that she overheard but didn’t comment about it. Soon enough those rat like creatures was pushed out of the way and the atmosphere inside the tavern went back to normal.<br><br>She noticed the big brown human who had come to help her but ended up getting the business end of the gremlin’s teeth before pummeling the creature. She bowed to him to her waist as she spoke softly, “Umm… thank you for the help. Is your arm alright?” As a kitsune, the blonde could heal pretty much minor injury by licking it but it seemed that it wasn’t the case for humans, “Umm… I can ask the barmaid for something to help stop the bleeding, if you want?”<br><br>It takes a while before the blonde finally set her chair back where it had been and sat on it. Her food arrived not too long after, she deduce that it probably had taken a bit of coaxing for the cook to go back into the kitchen. As she looked at the meal before her, the kitsune’s stomach let out a soft growl the second time that day which prompted her to blush as she clapped her palms together with a muttering of “I’ll eat now…” before picking up the fork next to her.<br><br>What happened next… couldn’t be explained with normal sense. The first clue was when the food on top her plate seemingly vanish in the blink of an eye yet not a single person able to spot the girl do anything other than eating calmly as if she had all the time in the world. The second clue… was when she asked for a second… and third… and fourth helping of the food within less than 5 minutes…<br><br>It was obvious that even the bartender had started to question if he had made a mistake in promising free meal for the kitsune. The blonde simply demolish the servings before her without even batting an eyelid. Within the time that normal people would has just finished their one plate, Mizuki already had a stack of 10 empty plates next to her while she’s finishing her 11th.<br><br>Thankfully for the proprietor, the kitsune finally realized that she was attracting attention from the rest of the tavern occupants and blush bright red as she put the last empty plate along with the rest. She clapped once again as she muttered, “Thank you for the meal…” She finally turned toward the big human as she spoke, “Oh, where is my manner… My name is Mizuki, Mizuki Izumi. I’m… a beginner adventurer. What about you?” After a few more conversation, the kitsune rose from her seat and spoke, “Well… I’ll head to the adventurer office, now. I heard it is a good place to start for newbies like us, if we’re lucky we might even find a good quest for us.”<br><br>A while after, the kitsune opened the tavern door as she stepped out of the building… when she suddenly felt impact in front of her. The blonde let out a shriek as she lost her balance and fell forward on top of the other person. <br><br>As she tried to use her arms as support to pick herself up, she felt something under her right palm that absolutely does NOT felt like marble. The foxgirl blinked a few times before looking underneath her palm… and realize that she had not just ran over a person… but a female… and her hand is pressed against the woman’s breast.<br><br>The kitsune immediately jumped up in panic before bowing toward the woman repeatedly and frantically, even the fur on her tail stood up as she repeatedly said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to, I swear!!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TeamVelma</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 22:04:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/40dc459bc1a474b3ad0bb27a81c988de/tumblr_n0e4gtpMQG1smxy5ko1_r2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name : </strong>Marcus Serpenthelm <br><strong>Race and Occupation : </strong>Half elf-human. Ranger. <br><strong>Location &amp; Time : </strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Lynessa and open<br><br>"Well that was fun." Marcus sheathed his sword and recovered he arrows he had fired the returned to the bar and sought out the elf barmaid.<br><br>"I guess it will be a while before they can serve food so may I have a pint of mead? " He placed some coins on the counter "I am also in need of a room and news of any quests in the area."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 23:17:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/traxex_drow_ranger_dota_2_93722_1600x1200.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marixsa Starlight<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Drow Ranger<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Wandering aimlessly about Amberdale (and promptly falling on her ass), Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mizuki, Open<br><hr><br>Marixsa had managed to avoid crashing into anyone, though partly it was because of people tending to shy away from the cloaked stranger as much as her actually avoiding bumping into anyone.&nbsp; That lasted for a short bit of time before she heard a feminine shriek of sorts off to her right.&nbsp; She froze for a second, tensing up as she wondered if someone had managed to figure out what she was.&nbsp; This hesitation prevented her from dodging the source of the shriek she had heard, a young kitsune woman, who seemed to be falling in her general direction.&nbsp; Marixsa was far from braced to keep herself upright, and let out a bit of an echoed shriek as the both of them ended up tumbling to the ground in a small heap.<br><br>An oddity of note was that the cloaked woman made no moves to try and prevent the fall, or soften her landing, or anything of the sort.&nbsp; Her focus was more on doing what she could to ensure that her cloak remained around her body in a way that continued to prevent what was beneath said cloak from being seen.&nbsp; To an extent, this did work.&nbsp; Marixsa had managed to keep her hood up and prevent her face from being clearly seen, and half of the cloak remained covering her body.&nbsp; The other half, though, remained open from the waist up and revealed a bit more than Marixsa would have liked.&nbsp; The first was that she was wearing what looked to be form fitting leather armor of a sort under that cloak, and that she was indeed a female.&nbsp; Mizuki's hand had wound up on top of the leather segment that covered her breasts.&nbsp; The second thing of note was that she had an out of the ordinary skintone, a semi-pale shade of bluish-grey.&nbsp; Lastly, the side that had been revealed was also the side that the giant squirrel had managed to scratch her arm, and the wounds were visible in that moment.&nbsp; At a glance, they looked kind of ugly...but there wasn't enough time to get a more detailed look at the wounds.<br><br>As quick as the kitsune was to jump up and begin apologizing, Marixsa was quick to roll and get back to her feet, pulling the cloak firmly closed around herself once more.&nbsp; She was definitely a nimble person, and she was shaking her head at Mizuki.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"N-no....no need to apologize.&nbsp; It...it was just an accident...they happen all the time.&nbsp; It's okay."</span>&nbsp; Her voice came out quite soft, and a bit on the quiet side at that.&nbsp; Marixsa was admittedly, at this moment, rather tense and nervous.&nbsp; How many people had noticed her skintone, and how many would condemn her?&nbsp; She had heard that drow were commonly seen in a negative light in most civilizations, and expected some measure of prejudice.&nbsp; She had truly hoped she would have been able to at least deliver the letter from her elders to someone in town who was at least somewhat in charge of running things before anyone found out.&nbsp; Then it hit her, and she gasped in shock as she realized just how sidetracked she had gotten.&nbsp; Frantically, she searched her person to make sure that the letter was still with her, and let out a sigh of relief when she found it.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh gods, what would I have done if this got lost..."</span>&nbsp; Muttering this to herself, she took a moment to peer around where she had wound up to try and figure out if she managed to wind up in a spot of town that housed someone who would be good to give it to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>09-09-2015, 13:01:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Belmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Sekhemi portalmancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Enkh, open<br><br>"Is that right. And the ears, as well?" The brush touched thoughtfully to her cheek beside a needling little smile. "I never would have guessed such a hardened man owns&nbsp; a softer side. Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." Since he hadn't firmly refused the peripherals, she fetched him a tin of the wax, a golden glass bottle of the moisturizing oils. The aromatic oils were waterproofed with a clamped cork, but the tin was something Bel could get open with a little effort. Her first priority remained not chafing her delicate fingers. "But a man who owns a softer side has something special. He ought to take care of it. May I...?" With the virgin wax exposed, she was offering to demonstrate how it rubbed into the fur. But, the offer was only to get under Enkh's skin. A moment later she surrendered the tin to his care, so he could try it for himself.<br><br>"In answer to your question, I am not the owner. I am the caretaker, Bel-Kharran-Sharrat, favored of the servants of the master of this <em>General-Store. </em>This means I am scrivener of the logbook, and quartermaster of the wares, and master of the tweety-birds, so the difference is very small." Eve<strong></strong>r helpful to relieve a customer of his hard-earned coin, Bel arranged the items he'd requested with the items she'd merely wedged in, and bundled a basket of peaches to go. The first one was free; the rest were not. And then, she quoted him a price purely in coin, without even the option of barter. That was how it worked, here in Amberdale.<br><br>"You remind me of the mugluk-men who toil for us in Sekhemi. Tall and dark and strong, in touch with an inner beast." Her confidence as she teased this transient warrior and kept from him the things he wanted, without even a sharp object to defend herself, may have said much about the domestication of the mugluk. "I often look around this town of Amberdale and say to myself, a mugluk or two is just what this place needs. I wonder, have you been to see the job postings?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>09-09-2015, 17:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Gatura Amon<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Human, Unemployed Wanderer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Mizuki, Marixsa<br><hr><br>The large man gave a pleasant smile and a gentle bow to the young, particular looking woman before him. He had never quite saw a woman like her, namely the ears that seemed to be protruding directly out of her head. She seemed nice enough though so he had no reason to do anything other than introduce himself, it was the polite thing to do.<br><br>"Gatura. Gatura Amon." He looked back at his arm again. "I'm sure it'll be okay. Although, I guess it's wise to stop the bleeding." Just as he admitted that fact, Mizuki's food showed up. Knowing that it would be rude to ask her to leave her plate to tend to his wound, and not wanting to appear weak, he raised his hand in disagreement. <br><br>"No, thank you. I'll take care of it. Enjoy your meal." While the odd little woman began to eat, Gatura pushed his way through the tavern as associates put it back together and bothered the bartender for the cleanest rag that she had and some vodka to clean the wound. Unfortunately, he had spent a lot of his money on the trip here and the vodka had costed a few more coppers than he had expected. Gatura didn't really want to pay for it but there was no telling what sort of infection he risked if he didn't attend to it. Ultimately, he purchased both things and dressed his wound before leaving the bar and returning to the only person whom he had spoken to.<br><br>As he made his way back to Mizuki, his eyes opened in disbelief. Had there been a party and he missed it? Who in the world was going to pay for all of that food? Gatura's stomach rumbled gently as a reminder of how he hadn't eaten in a while. However, he had just spent his food money on a rag so his stomach would have to wait.<br><br>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mizuki." The two chatted for a while, during which, Gatura let her know that he two was an adventurer, looking for work. He agreed that it was a good place to start at the adventurers office and, after grabbing his weapon, followed Mizuki out of the tavern. Luckily for her, Gatura was a few steps behind her, from getting his weapon, otherwise he might had crushed her when she fell to the floor. He couldn't help but chuckle as the two tried to separate themselves from each other on the floor. From his position a few steps back, he could see that this new person was indeed different as well. Gatura didn't get a good look but something seemed off about her skin. Gatura held no distinct prejudices, except against spiders, so he gave it no real further thought. Instead, completely out of habit, he grimaced as he waited for the two to sort our their accident. Gatura thought about leaving Mizuki, but he had no idea where the adventurer office was so it seemed he would have to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>13-09-2015, 06:46:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/Twin-Dragon/CharaDress_zps858c8a26.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Mizuki Izumi<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Kitsune / Novice Adventurer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon / Amberdale general location<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Gatura, Marixsa<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Mizuki sighed in relief as the woman picked herself up and seemingly unhurt. The kitsune looked at her “victim” and curiously tilted her head as she saw the woman tried to fix her appearance. For some reason the woman seem to be in a bit of hurry when fixing her robe as if she were hiding something underneath.<br><br>The blonde let the woman a few moments as she seemed to search for something on her body before looking quite relieved as she found the letter. The kitsune’s inherent curiosity finally won out as she asked the woman, “Umm… you seem to be looking for an address? Are you not from around here?”<br><br>The kitsune pointed as Gatura and herself before speaking further, “We’re… first time adventurer. We are heading for the adventurer office, you’re welcome to come with us if you like. They should be able to point you to the right direction at least?”<br><br>Soon enough, they were on their way down the main street while looking around for the office. Sure enough it didn’t take long to find, then again… to miss a single green roof among red ones would be a blunder of embarrassing proportion… especially if it’s the tallest building on the street other than the clock tower at the center. Somehow the kitsune felt that if she were to look at it from the distance, it would look like the building was flipping her off due to how unproportioned it was compared to the rest….<br><br>Shaking her head away from the thought she turned to her companions, “So… this should be the right one….” She pushed the door and entered through it before looking around. She didn’t know what she expected to find inside… but rows of tables with people of every walk of life lining up on them certainly wasn’t one of em.<br><br>Plates hanging above each section showed what kind of business was conducted by each counters, from mission registration, business permit, travel permit all the way to Retirement registration. The kitsune looked on her sides to see what her companions thought about it before finally speaking up, “Well… this is… kinda unexpected?”<br><br>Taking a while to catch her bearing back, the kitsune finally headed to the counter with “Registration” hanging above it. A woman sat behind the counter asked her, “Good afternoon, welcome to the Amberdale adventurer office, how can we help you?”<br><br>Mizuki told the woman that she wish to register as adventurer had the woman gave her a once over before shrugging and asked her, “Do you know how to read and write? Yes? Then…” The woman picked a document from her drawer before handing it the foxgirl, “Please fill up this document and signed it so that we can process you immediately.”<br><br>The kitsune looked at the document before her and notice that it had the basic information to fill including names, race, age, etc all the way to her preferred role of scout, warrior, sorcerer or healer. Taking a quill available on the side, the kitsune wrote down her details before handing it back to the woman who read through it and stamped it.<br><br>As soon as the woman stamped the document, the parchment glowed and shrank into what look like a black card which the woman handed back to her, “Congratulation, with this, you are registered as F rank adventurer. This is your adventurer identification card, please do not lose it. You will need it to receive reward from missions you completed. You can use it at any of our branch.” The kitsune nod once before putting the card into her pocket and bowed to the woman politely, “Thank you very much.” Finally she stepped to the side for the others to go through the same process.<br><br>Once everyone got their own cards, Mizuki turned to the woman once again, "Umm... where can we get missions from?" The woman pointed toward the notice board with several people looking on it and papers sticking on it before replying, "You can find the available missions on that board, once you find one to your liking, bring it to the mission registration counter and they'd register it to you. I have to stress though that you do not pick a mission that is above your ability, Rank exist for a reason... being overconfident can get you killed." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 01:09:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Dark_Shining_Swordsmanavi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Low Moon Sung<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Wererabbit Thief<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat and Enkh<br><br>Low’s nose twitched in anticipation.&nbsp; Another day meant another face off with her nemesis, Bel-Kharran-Sarrat.&nbsp; She was a worthy nemesis to be sure, lounging behind the counter all bedangled and languid-like.&nbsp; But Low Moon Sung was not fooled.&nbsp; Eagle eyes hide behind coal black mascara and lapis lids.&nbsp; A haze of perfume clouded the mind of patron and pilferer a like.&nbsp; One such poor soul had already succumbed to that cloying scent Low could see from her vantage point across the street. <br><br><em>‘Poor bastard.’ </em> Still his demise was to be Low’s advantage.&nbsp; Her nemesis would be distracted be the potential for honest profit. <br><br><em>‘Honest profit.’ </em> The thought wrinkled her nose like a whiff of diseased skunk and began to stroll across the street tipping a cap at Angus Knot, the local baker, as he passed.&nbsp; The man ignored her and not so subtly checked his pockets.&nbsp; Far from offended Low took it as a compliment, even going so far as to thank the old man.&nbsp; <br><br>Low paused outside of the door.&nbsp; It was booby trapped, she knew that from experience.&nbsp; Those infernal chimes and there happy little tinkling would alert the sharp eared counter woman.&nbsp; Well there was no way around it today.&nbsp; The store was not busy so slipping in after another customer was simply not an option.&nbsp; Low bided her time and waited for Bel to be overwhelmed with the possibility of transaction.&nbsp; It was when she turned her back that Low wandered inside.&nbsp; She did not rush, that would be unusual and unusual was memorable and Low was memorable enough as it was.&nbsp; Yes it was a curse, but Low bared it with all the grace she could muster.&nbsp; <br><br>The happy tinkling of chimes made her cringe, but her stride took her behind a set of shelves quick as a jackrabbit and she began to peruse the goods that filled the general store trying to always keep something between her and her lovely nemesis even if that something was the young victim Bel had so entranced.&nbsp; These challengers were the height of Low’s day and she wasn’t just about to pilfer any simple bauble…oh no…it must be something special,&nbsp; Her keen appraising eyes would know it when she saw it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 02:45:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/traxex_drow_ranger_dota_2_93722_1600x1200.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marixsa Starlight<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Drow Ranger<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Heading towards the Adventurer's Office, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mizuki, Gatura, Open<br><hr><br>A soft 'eep' of sorts escaped the drow's lips as the kitsune questioned her.&nbsp; At least she was earnestly just curious, and not seeming to be suspicious or malicious or anything.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"N-no, this...this is my first time in a place like this.&nbsp; Until now, I've lived in the forest...and...and I'm not looking for an...address, you said?&nbsp; I'm...I'm trying to find someone in charge of running things....the elders told me to give this to them, and that they'd help me..."</span>&nbsp; The girl then mentioned that she and the....very large and kind of scary man that she had somehow not noticed until now with her planned to go head towards the adventurer's office.&nbsp; Her half step away from the giant man was completely involuntary.&nbsp; He was just that intimidating to the hooded woman, mainly because of the simple fact that he was larger than anyone she had ever seen before.&nbsp; <br><br>After a couple of seconds and once she realized he wasn't hostile, she seemed to regain her composure and relaxed.&nbsp; At least as much as a tense, shy, and nervous young woman could relax.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"S-sorry...my name's Marixsa Starlight.&nbsp; I-I-I'd be honored to join you, if you'd be okay with me tagging along....th-this office might be just the place I need to turn the letter in at...I, I need to become an adventurer too, in the end..."</span>&nbsp; It seemed that speaking quietly was her default tone of voice, at least around other people.&nbsp; Still, she followed them, even if her eyes also strayed to the various sights that Amberdale had to offer.<br><br>The best word to describe Mari's reaction to stepping inside the office itself was 'awestruck.'&nbsp; She just nodded numbly to Mizuki's comment of it being unexpected, which certainly was a statement that held true.&nbsp; She watched and listened as Mizuki went through the process of getting her card, paying close attention so she'd know what to do.&nbsp; Soon enough, Mizuki stepped out of the way, and Marixsa tentatively stepped forward, trading the paperwork to fill out for the letter she had brought from her home.&nbsp; "What's this?"&nbsp; The lady behind the counter opened it and started reading as Marixsa filled out the paperwork that had been given to her.&nbsp; "Huh...that's interesting.&nbsp; You don't need to be worried, just hang on to your card and complete some jobs, and you'll be fine.&nbsp; The rest should fall into place over time."&nbsp; Marixsa nodded to the woman, feeling relieved as she passed the paperwork back.&nbsp; A stamp later, and she too had her card, which she immediately pocketed.&nbsp; She then stepped out of the way so Gatura could get his card too, though she found herself wondering...what was her first job going to entail, exactly?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 22:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Gatura Amon<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Human, Unemployed Wanderer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Mizuki, Marixsa<br><hr><br>Gatura maintained his silent, grimace filled stare as his new acquaintance explained their plan and invited her along. It seemed that they were quickly forming themselves into a little group. Silently, Gatura wondered how much help they would be should they encounter something fearsome, like spiders. Mizuki handled herself well enough against the drunken, goblin things, but what would she do in a real battle? Gatura stopped his thought pattern to note that she was cute, although the ears still threw him off a bit, surely she couldn’t be that dangerous?<br><br>Next he shifted his eyes to the hooded woman who, once they made eye contact, shuffled away from him gently. Gatura felt bad because he hadn’t meant to frighten her and his face shifted from an intimidating grimace to that of an uneasy smile. In reality, the more the merrier was generally how these things went. At the very least, he would have some companions to watch his back for when things got sticky.<br><br>“Great!” Gatura bellowed in an attempt to seem cheerful. “Off we go then.”<br><br>It was a short trek to the adventurer’s office but the trio remained quiet. Mizuki was the one who spotted the correct building and, ever the gentleman, Gatura held the door for the ladies as they entered. The place was busy, to say the least, and it was painfully evident that this would take some time. Gatura didn’t like packed places because they made him stand out and this was no different. He shuffled, spear in hand, behind Mizuki and their hooded friend who had failed to introduce herself as they signed up for their adventurer’s ID. It seemed pretty formal but if that’s what they had to do to get work, so be it. Since he had watched the women get their cards first, he was aware of the process and handled his paperwork quickly before securing his card in a small pouch on his side. <br><br>Once that was complete, he moved out of the way and caught sight of an adventurers wanted board. That’s what they were here for, adventure. Gatura made his way but didn’t get to close as he could simply see over most people there. There was an open bounty on Kobold Ears but Gatura had the slightest idea of what that was. He would probably need a small knife if he was going to cut off the ears of a creature. His coin purse was light though, perhaps he could work a deal with the local shop keeper. There was also an ad for retrieving an earring that made Gatura shake his head slightly. Wealthy people and their silly possessions made him sick. Funny thing about wealthy people was that they always had some extra coin lying around and Gatura was in dire need of coin.<br><br>“I think this is it.” He swung around quickly and almost decapitated a young elven woman. Gatura waved his accomplices over while vomiting apologies to the young woman.<br><br>“It looks like there is only a couple things open to our rank. Kobold Ears, whatever those are, and retrieving an earring from some dogs. You all have a preference?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>15-09-2015, 05:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/trev_portrait.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trevoby Flintwood<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, Blacksmith<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Adventurer's Office, Job Board - Late Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gatura, Mizuki, Marixsa<br><hr><br>That blasted bluberous bastard Hansel. He tried to make it sound like a sweet deal, going on this quest. "What ho, m'boy, don't you want to end your shift early?" he had boomed, mustache quivering with his heavy breath. "Surely you can handle the adventurer's office! Now stop messing with that knife and go register our quest!"<br><br>Trevoby's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his blade. It felt a bit too loose. He tested it, but Hansel had driven him in a rush to complete it. The older blacksmith insisted Trevoby might was well just use his hammer, and no doubt he'd keep it on hand, but if he was going to be spelunking in those abandoned mine tunnels he wanted a proper <em>weapon</em>, not a tool.<br><br>His other hand then immediately went to the head of his hammer, petting it, as if to apologize for disrespecting it.<br><br>After what felt like an entire day cycle in that office just to register his quest, Trevoby was outside. His quest had the official Office Sanctioned Seal of Trust, noting that they were familiar with Hansel and Trev, and that they were reliable quest givers. After all, you didn't want to go hunt down those rabbit's feet only for the kindly young woman to be a witch looking to eat you afterwards, right? Or Trevoby believed he heard about one time.<br><br>Whatever. He sighed at the crowd gathered in front of the "board", a rather large wall dedicated to hosting quests of all kinds. The higher ranked end of the board was more bare, all but abandoned by adventurer's, with a larger crowd amassing towards D and E ranks. With a heavy sigh Trevoby withdrew his hammer and stepped forward, pressing the mallet to the heads and faces of many adventurers, shoving them aside, ignoring the many threats thrown his way. Many of them would recognize him as an employee of the Smithy, which meant they relied on him to repair their equipment and purchase new gear. They'd hate him, but he could live with that. On occasion he'd flip his hammer around, using the handle to lift up a leather-pleated skirt or two, a move that not only got the female adventurer ducking out of the way, but distracted the male adventurers eager for a peek.<br><br>Finally he reached the F-Rank portion, momentarily distracted by what appeared to be a female form with cat ears and tail. He twirled the heavy mallet in his fingers for a moment, eyeing her, trying to decide on his next course of action. Finally, with a sigh and a shrug, he gripped a nail from his waist pouch and placed it between his teeth as he slipped his hammer handle back through his belt loop. He ignored the androgynous shape of the cloaked figure and walked right to the large, hunched man, his hands immediately finding handholds on the man's shoulder and head.<br><br>"Thanks man," he said, nail caught in grit teeth. "Just stay there for a sec, and..." Hoisting his leg up, Trevoby climbed up onto the large, dark-skinned man's back, then up to his shoulders, seating himself upon the strong adventurer. Pulling out his hammer in his right hand and slipping the rolled up job notice from his pocket, he unfurled the parchment, flattened it to the board, and removed the nail from his teeth. Pounding once, twice, thrice, he swiftly got the job posted, spun around on the large man's shoulders, and dropped back down to the ground. Clapping his leather gloves and placing the hammer back, he patted the big man on the back. "Thanks again!" he said, admiring his optimal placement of the job posting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 01:14:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XqkHrYP.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Enkh<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Inumimi martial artist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat, Low Moon Sung<br><br>“Ears are more sensitive to hearing. Noise, tail is just sensitive to touch.” Something of a lie – but in some sense he couldn’t let someone know everything about him, right? No, sometimes it was just a matter of not wanting people to see him as too different. But his eyes were on here still, his tail having relaxed once again as she grabbed the wax and oils. Oil was something he was more use to – his tribe used similar oils for scent and tending to various things like chafes and dry skin. “Hrm, interesting.” He spoke with a more cheerful tone, listening to her. “I do not think it is special. Every person has their own things, yes? The thing that makes them, them.” It was hard for Enkh to describe, but there were just unique things to people, perhaps his ‘soft side’ as she put it was that?<br><br>“I see, caretaker. So you are the one who looks to this place when the master is away.” Logbooks, quartermaster... He knew parts of the words and could guess what they meant in general, but they were met more with a quiet nod as he worked with those assumptions. People wrote in books, a master owned something – those were good assumptions he thought. “Hrm, that was how much coin you said?” He reached for his small coin purse, quickly counting how much. People placed a lot of value on these tiny bits of metal, but as he was in these lands, naturally he did too.<br><br>“Toil, working hard, yes? Where I am from, work can be hard and everyone works. I miss home some times. But then I think of new places and it’s not as sad. I left to see these new places.” The chime of the stores bells made his ears flicker for just a second, the noise a little loud but not unbearable. Was there another customer? He did not want to keep her or Bel waiting but there was a truth most unfortunate that he had to bring to light. “Mmph... Not enough coin, may have to put some items back. So sorry, I did not think things would be so much in value here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 15:36:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Belmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Sekhemi portalmancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Enkh, Low Moon Sung<br><br>"Ah, wait, you needn't put it all back. A compassionate merchant knows that even a customer who's short on coin now will have more in the future. And you look like a dutiful man..." Bel counted out the coins. Perhaps another two jobs would put him back in the black, or three if he arrived with an appetite. Or if he arrived with an appetite for ale and whores, a lifetime of slavery. Each was acceptable. "I will extend to you a little credit. Do you know what that means?"<br><br>The chime brought her eyes up, visibly surprised. Rarely did two customers appear at once, and she liked it that way- one person alone was more vulnerable to her tactic. But for as long as she waited with the question in the air, there didn't seem to be anybody. Maybe the chime had become stuck and only just now fallen. "Credit means you agree to return and pay the rest when you're able. The master of the General Store extended the same offer to me, when I was new to town..." There were a pair of rabbit ears moving furtively through the shelves. Bel spoke more slowly as she observed them. "This way, everyone gets what they want."<br><br>She could think of only one bunny those speckled brown ears might belong to: Low. She must have thought herself quite clever, but the prey who exults at running will always give itself away. That was surely the way of things: some hearts were just made to be chased, as evidently as some were made to serve. Lightly Bel-Kharran-Sharrat's fingers tickled the shaft of the broom she was authorized to run Low out of the store with. But it was too far to give her a poke in the butt, even with the help of the Eye of Ra. She waited. And then, she remembered Enkh. How satisfying would it be to get him to chase down a mischievous bunny, lift her up off the ground, and deliver her right to Bel's lap? Far more satisfying than a few coins. She smiled pleasantly. "Do we have a deal?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>21-09-2015, 01:14:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Dark_Shining_Swordsmanavi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Low Moon Sung<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Wererabbit Thief<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat and Enkh<br><br>Low kept the shelves of adventuring bric-a-brac between her, Golden Bel and the merchants prey as she sought a treasure worth pilfering.&nbsp; 50 feet of rope…no.&nbsp; Flint and tinder…no.&nbsp; Parchment and ink…NO!&nbsp; Bah this was no good, no good at all.&nbsp; Was Bel hoarding the shinnies behind the counter?&nbsp; Maybe she had a sparkly gem tucked in her bosom or a strand of pearls lining her dainties.&nbsp; It would be like that tricky one to do something so sneaky, so devious, so delightfully challenging.&nbsp; <br><br>Candles...no. Bulls eye lantern…maybe...Ooooooo…<br><br>Low’s ears twitched at the lovely sight.&nbsp; It was herself of course, but reflected in the polished loveliness of a silver mirror with delicate filigreed frame and mother of pearl handle.&nbsp; It positively sparkled in the filtered light of the afternoon, its handle an iridescent rainbow of delight.&nbsp; Yes this was it.&nbsp; Fresh from a faraway land she was certain.&nbsp; Perhaps brought by the strange man Golden Bell had ensorcelled. <br><br>The only problem was the foreigner and Bel were languishing near the waxes and unguents Bel held in such high esteem and in clear view of the desirable.&nbsp; Low grabbed a silken scarf from the nearby shelf and covered her head, hiding her ears with the colorful rag and wrapping it around her shoulders to hide the ruffled sleeves of her cinched blouse.&nbsp; It wasn’t perfect, but Low was a master thief (in her own mind) and could make do with less.&nbsp; <br><br>She moseyed down the aisle pretending to be interested in various items, hunched over slightly to change the shape of her form.&nbsp; &nbsp;Low took her time never even looking at the dazzling mirror even when she swiped it and hid it under the crook of her arm.&nbsp; Now all that was left was to slip on by the Golden one and the foreigner and make her escape.&nbsp; Easy as stealing pie from a blind baker.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 19:07:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Gatura Amon<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Human, Unemployed Wanderer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Adventurer's Office / Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Trevoby, Mizuki, Marixsa<br><hr><br>Gatura returned his attention back to the board while carefully making sure not to puncture anyone in the crowd with his spear. Neither of the quests seemed to be particularly dangerous and thus, he was happy for the ranking system. One day, he would be legendary both here, in Amberdale, and across the planet. He knew that the only way to get your name out there was to take on quests and he had to start somewhere.<br><br>Since he was so caught up in the board, Gatura hadn’t paid much attention to the approach of the man who seemed to be stirring up a bit of trouble. It wasn’t until small hands, well smaller than his anyway, hit his shoulder that he paid some attention to what was going on. Several people were staring, not that people didn’t stare at him all the time, so he tried to ignore it on the assumption that it was Mizuki. It was probably a bit of a stereotype but she had ears that looked feline in nature, perhaps she liked to climb. It wasn’t until the man settled firmly on his shoulder, with a small dusty cloud, that he realized he was wrong. Surely, it was rude to use your fellow man as a ladder but Gatura admired the balls that it took. <br><br>“Uh. No.. problem, pal.” Judging by the man’s appearance, and his hammer, he spent a lot of time in the forge. An adventurer could use always use a friend in the forge! Gatura tried to figure out what to say but as soon as the strange man had climbed up, he was down again. <br><br>“Woah, wait!” He looked over his shoulder for a minute before turning back to read the newly posted item. Gatura wondered if his new friends would want to take on this new quest until he heard from Mizuki, who had been acting as their leader, he would have to stall.<br><br>“Why’d you post and run? Maybe it’s your lucky day,” Gatura said with way too much bravado. “I’m looking for some work. You payin’ well?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>26-09-2015, 02:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/traxex_drow_ranger_dota_2_93722_1600x1200.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marixsa Starlight<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Drow Ranger<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Heading towards the Adventurer's Office, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mizuki, Gatura, Trevoby, Open<br><hr><br>The large, scary looking man seemed to be...well, maybe not quite so scary, Marixsa determined as they moved along in their little group and worked on getting their licenses.&nbsp; It was kind of him to hold the door for her, and she mumbled a soft <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"Thank you"</span> for his benefit as she stepped inside.&nbsp; She felt ashamed of herself, for judging him based on his size and how he might have seemed intimidating...he seemed genuinely nice, actually.&nbsp; The irony of it all hit her a moment later as he was filling out his own paperwork, given what she was and how she had done to him the very thing she was afraid of people doing to her.&nbsp; As he turned to look for the adventurer's board, she tried to apologize...but whether he actually heard her with her soft, quiet tones or not was debatable.&nbsp; She could always try again later, if need be.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"Uh, uhm...I-I'm sorry...for reacting to you the way I had earlier...you didn't deserve to be reacted to like that...I feel bad, and I just...wanted to apologize..."</span><br><br>Soon, though, he was over by the board and waving them over, nearly killing an elf in the process.&nbsp; Marixsa winced a bit, knowing it had been unintentional, and was just glad that no one had been hurt.&nbsp; She shook her head, a motion perceptible because of the fact she exaggerated it enough to where the hood covering her face moved as well, before trying to speak.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"N-no, I don't have any preference...they...they both sound like good starts, to me...for adventuring, I mean...."</span>&nbsp; Of course, before they decided on either one, there was an interruption as what looked to be a young man started climbing on Gatura.&nbsp; He was dressed strangely, and carried a hammer...not an object Marixsa had seen a whole lot, but she did at least know what it was.<br><br>This strange guy was soon posting something on the request board, and Gatura seemed confident about his ability to potentially help.&nbsp; After he finished speaking, she tried to chime in, her voice obviously feminine if Trevoby was able to hear it.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"H-he's right.&nbsp; Maybe...maybe we could be able to help you?&nbsp; What's the...uhm, request, entail?"</span>&nbsp; From under her hood, she glanced over at Mizuki, wondering how she'd react...then to Gatura, and then back to Trevoby.&nbsp; This adventuring thing was going to take a little getting used to...hopefully she'd be able to prove herself useful to this group, at least, and start things off on the right foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 04:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/trev_portrait.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trevoby Flintwood<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, Blacksmith<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Adventurer's Office, Job Board - Late Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gatura, Mizuki, Marixsa<br><hr><br>"Woah, wait!"<br><br>Trevoby had started to walk away when the rather large step-ladder called for him. The white-haired young man looked back over his shoulder, watching the strong looking fellow read the notice.<br><br>"Why’d you post and run? Maybe it’s your lucky day," the man said proudly. Trevoby almost swore that the dark-skinned fellow was prepared to straighten his posture, flexing his arms, as if to prove that he himself could take on such a quest by his lonesome. "I’m looking for some work. You payin’ well?"<br><br>"H-he's right." A soft, quiet voice suddenly spoke. Trevoby visibly looked to the ground, the sound of the voice sounding as if it might come from some form of talking rodent, like a squirrel or mouse. It wasn't until the voice kept going that he realized it came from the cloaked figure, which at first seemed to be little more than pale hair spilling out of an empty hood. "Maybe...maybe we could be able to help you?&nbsp; What's the...uhm, request, entail?"<br><br>Trevoby stepped forward, peering into the hood. Surely enough, there were eyes! Yet this particular cloaked adventurer seemed quite nervous, and as soon as he got close she made her discomfort known, making any real look at her tough. Even so, a she was a she, and Trevoby was fond of she's.<br><br>"A basic errand," Trevoby replied, standing upright, arms raised and hands clasped behind his head. "My boss needs some Blood Iron, a special sort of metal that can be gotten from one of the nearby abandoned mine shafts. There's some critters in there, I'm sure, but..." His eyes looked over the large man before him, though there was no indication of awe or admiration. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll have no problem with that. As for payment, a piece of gear made with the Blood Iron you bring back and enough copper for at least two wonderful nights at the Inn, and that's if you're lookin' to break the bank."<br><br>Trevoby's eyes scanned the adventurers before him. He wasn't so sure about the cat girl's capabilities to handle the mines, but he'd seen less likely adventurers. The cloaked one was likely some sort of spellcaster or sneaky assassin, so no worries there. The big guy looked like an adventuring party all himself.<br><br><em>Maybe Hansel didn't send me off to die after all,</em> he thought.<br><br>"I'll meet you guys at dawn in front of the Inn," he nodded, then turned around to head back onto the main street of town. "Assuming you're still interested by then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 22:44:32</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XqkHrYP.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Enkh<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Inumimi martial artist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat, Low Moon Sung<br><br><br>“Ah, well I wouldn’t be putting all of the basket back.” Some of the unnecessary things for sure, but that would take a moment or two to work out which things were unnecessary and which things were not! “I do not know what credit means, I have heard the word in passing before.” The fact that someone else seemed to have entered the store made him a little anxious, he did not wish to delay the womans livelihood by barters and bargains or keeping her busy with satiating him. Of course, he was also too busy to look at who they were or what they were doing, given his own concerns and worry. “Ah, so it is like a favor of sorts? You are working here under credit?” That made sense, perhaps she was something of a servant here, as she even stated she was not the owner.<br><br><br>“I think that sounds much like a deal, yes. I will not have you waiting on me for long! I swear that.” His good mood was back, as he gave her what coin he had, save for a few. “ut I do need room at the inn. Could the rest be added to this credit to be paid for later?” Afterall, this things would do him no good if he couldn’t actually use them – it would be the inn or these at that rate in his eye. “And... I think you have another guest here for goods. Should I move out of the way so you could tend to them?” If the transaction was mostly done, the last thing he desired to be was in the way. His tail flickered, ears perked once again from their previously flatter resting positions. If a sucker was born every minute, this may have been Enkhs unlucky day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2015, 00:42:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Belmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong> Sekhemi portalmancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Enkh, Low<br><br>It didn't matter that this deal was every bit in Bel's favor. Never agree to anything too quickly- that was rule #8 for young Sekhemi merchants. "But that's only... only half, and that barely covers the shop's expenses. It would be as though I gave it away for free, and I could get into trouble!" She gave him the big brown doe eyes. A butterfly flutter of dark lashes to show vulnerability. Automatically she bundled his goods into a burlap sack, and braided it closed in a decorative twine bow. "If you were short on money for the inn, that would be a fine motivation to find work, don't you think?"<br><br>But she had to seal the deal before the thief struck. Already Bel was starting to lose track of her. There was this unfamiliar feeling of... anxiety. A lady was not supposed to feel this way. "Very well, sir. I agree to your terms." All pleasant smiles and courtesy she came around to escort him out the door- customers came so rarely that she had the luxury of treating each one as precious. It was different, of course, for the morning staff.<br><br>Low was not around the first nook she checked, nor under the cranny of a tablecloth. She was running out of inconspicuous places to check en route to the door, and this called for drastic action. It was a gamble, to carelessly slip the pouch of Enkh's payment up under the gold band of her belt and turn her back to all the natural burrows of the store. Bel-Kharran-Sharrat was accustomed to using herself as bait. She knew the risks. It took just a barely perceptable wiggle to make the coins jingle at her backside. "Why, I don't see another customer at all. Perhaps it was the canaries hopping about, or the breeze having a giggle. Those sharp ears must be playing tricks on you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>04-10-2015, 03:24:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/Twin-Dragon/CharaDress_zps858c8a26.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong> Mizuki Izumi<br><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Kitsune / Novice Adventurer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong> Afternoon / Amberdale Adventurer office<br><strong>Tagging :</strong> Gatura, Marixsa, Trevoby <br><br><hr><br>Mizuki stayed silent as she let the other two do the talking. Truth to be told, she was a bit miffed by this… hammer wielding fellow. It’s one thing to ask for assistance to reach for things that was out of reach. Climbing someone out of the blue without so much as “please” was just rude as far as she was concerned. Part of her wanted to put whatever mission this guy had rejected off-hand but it seemed that Gatura didn’t seem to mind all that much and Marixsa already offered to help anyway.<br><br>As she listened, she couldn’t help but had the feeling that the guy wasn’t telling everything but then again… she wasn’t all that familiar with human custom. Abandoned mine shaft means there was a reason why it was abandoned… either it already ran out or something made it impossible to continue. Then again… the guy did mention some critter inside; that might have played a part… miners didn’t usually make a good fighter….<br><br>Mizuki scratches her cheek slightly with her finger as she turned to the other two before turning back to the apprentice blacksmith, “We’ll consider it… I guess.” She watched the guy step out of the adventurer office to wherever he went next and turned once again to the other two, “So… what are we going to do now? We still have some time to kill… is there another interesting mission that we might be able to do for the day? Earning some pocket change or something would be nice…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 19:12:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Dark_Shining_Swordsmanavi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Low Moon Sung<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Wererabbit Thief<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bel-Kharran-Sharrat and Enkh<br><br>The predator had finally left and Bel had no clue as to where she was.&nbsp; Muffled as they were under the silken shall Low’s ears were still keen and could hear her nemesis on the other side of the shop.&nbsp; It was going to be a clean get away.&nbsp; Or it would have been had the jingle of coins not stopped Low in mid stride.&nbsp; The shall popped up and almost slid off her head as her brown ears perked reflexively at the sound of coinage.&nbsp; Her nose twitched.&nbsp; It was a trap, surely it had to be.&nbsp; Low’s eyes narrowed and moved to the edge of the aisle.<br><br>Using her newly pilfered mirror she eased it around the edge of a stack of bedrolls to see what had made such an enticing sound.&nbsp; Filling the mirror was Bel’s cushiony posterior.&nbsp; Oh she heard the words…vaguely.&nbsp; They dripped with honey and were sweetly unaware.&nbsp; Lies!&nbsp; Bel was conniving and sneaky and her rump was so very plump.&nbsp; Low was so appreciative to have such a nemesis.&nbsp; There wiggling like a puffy tail was the coin purse.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Instinctually she moved, tip toeing around one aisle to the next always checking with her mirror, always filled with coin and Bel’s lovely cushions.&nbsp; It was simple enough to sneak even more so when aware of the pending trap and so willing to ignore it for the challenge.&nbsp; From around a rack of scroll cases she peers ever so close to her prize.&nbsp; Low slipped her knife from its well-oiled sheath, not giving away a whisper of movement.&nbsp; She reached out and cupped the purse gently easing her razor sharp blade between the strings to cut them.&nbsp; <br><br>Holding the pouch against Bel so the sudden weightlessness would not give her away she returned the blade.&nbsp; There was no way Bel would not notice the press of the pouch against her disappear, but what was a caper without a chase.&nbsp; Blade returned she gave her thoughts a satisfied little smile.&nbsp; She needed a moments distraction to gain the advantage.&nbsp; So she reached forth and grabbed a handful of Sekhemi rear giving it a really good pinch.&nbsp; As distractions go it was a very pleasing and satisfactory one for Low.<br><br>Quick as a, well as a rabbit, Low bolted through the door, toppling the stack of bedrolls as she went.&nbsp; This was going to be a merry chase indeed!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's A Hero - Amberdale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 22:20:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/traxex_drow_ranger_dota_2_93722_1600x1200.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marixsa Starlight<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Drow Ranger<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Adventurer's Office, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mizuki, Gatura, Trevoby, Open<br><hr><br>Mari found herself wondering why this guy was looking to the ground when she was speaking at first, but wasn't about to ask out loud.&nbsp; The issue came when he got a bit closer, trying to peer under her hood.&nbsp; That made her nervous, and she shied away from him a bit.&nbsp; He probably would have been able to catch a glimpse of her frost blue eyes, but it was heard to tell a whole lot else without actually pulling the hood down.&nbsp; Perhaps the lady who helped her get her adventurer's card was understanding and kind enough, but that didn't mean everyone would be nice to a drow.&nbsp; It was going to take a bit of time before she opened up.<br><br>However, it seemed the man was kind enough to start explaining the job even without getting a good look at her face.&nbsp; This came as a relief.&nbsp; It sounded like the job was pretty straightforward, too...go into a mine, help him collect materials, and deal with any critters that might be down there.&nbsp; Of course, critters of any sort could be dangerous if her attempted trek through the forest was any indication, and underground wasn't the most comfortable of places for her.&nbsp; It just served to make her glad she wasn't going into that place alone.&nbsp; The method of payment certainly sounded interesting, too.&nbsp; Though it would be a bit hard determining what gear she might want made of Blood Iron, given that she was an archer.&nbsp; Maybe a dagger or knife of some sort?&nbsp; A tool that could be used as a part of hunting, while also being an emergency weapon for if anything got too close to effectively shoot it.<br><br>He then mentioned he'd meet them in front of the inn tomorrow if they were still interested, to which she nodded and glanced to the other two.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"W-well...if they're going, then...then I'll join as well.&nbsp; I guess we'll maybe...maybe see you in the morning?"</span>&nbsp; She watched him leave the office, and then turned to regard Mizuki as she asked about maybe doing another mission, to which she shrugged a little before responding.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"Uh-uhm...well...if you guys are willing to have me along, then...then I guess I'd be okay with doing a job with you guys....o-oh, I'm an archer, by the way...if that helps decide anything..."</span>
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