[IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue
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				Title: <strong>[IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 00:28:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nq8qayz.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</span></strong></span></span></div><hr><br>Daggermark had been a useful place for your company to stay for many months. The area formerly known as the River Kingdoms had become a loose confederacy of neighboring rogue nations—now known as the Confederacy of Ways. While they typically worked together, they also frequently worked against one another just like any other competing criminal empire. It meant it was easy to find work if you didn’t ask too many questions about who it was for or what it was about. It was tiring even for less morally stringent members of the group. With morale on the decline it wasn’t long until you all began to discuss the possibility of travelling somewhere else. Unfortunately the uncertainty of such a trip kept you from moving anywhere for some time.<br><br>Business was beginning to dry up as the neighboring nations began to retaliate against the Confederacy of Ways’ tactics of banditry and taxation—better called extortion. Many people were beginning to doubt how much longer Daggermark would be able to hold out. As luck would have it a Varisian caravan had arrived near the town and had sent in some people looking for supplies and guards for a long trip.<br><br>Urd in particular showed a characteristic excitement at the prospect, relating it to something she had found in her book of prophecies. Or book of madness depending on one’s point of view. The entry read:<br><br><div align="center"><em><br>Marching wagons stand on a dagger’s edge<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dust in the bones, sand in the mouth;<br>Between rise and fall southern sheathed pledge<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Invisible cities yield fruit to mountain’s death<br></em></div><br>While she didn’t entirely understand the whole of the passage, it seemed clear to her—and others admittedly—that the marching wagons must have referred to the caravan. Being the premiere mercenaries of the city it wasn’t difficult to ensure your passage with them, along with some other independent agents. In particular a Chelish Tiefling by the name of Corvus Macatulum, a man of ill repute. He obviously wanted to get away from the city as well, but with past dealings your group has had with him you know he would just as soon sell you out to save his own skin if it came down to it. He was put in charge of most of the other guards while your group was left to fill out any gaps that you noticed, giving you mostly complete freedom regarding where you decided to patrol.<br><br>The caravan itself left a few days after arriving to Daggermark. It was a convenient excuse to pick up and move, particularly because it was very well defended and reasonably well stocked. When they left it was only clear that they were heading in a vaguely southern direction, it wasn’t until a couple weeks later that it became more clear where they were going.<br><br>Madame Morjiana Alecsa, an older Varisian woman, was apparently an oracle of some skill, and was a practitioner of Harrow Card reading. She is the matron of the caravan, the eldest of all other members, though she seems to be only between 50-60 years of age. Many within the caravan have distant familial ties to Morjiana, but she does have one direct descendent: a daughter named Celestina Alecsa. Celestina doesn’t seem to put much faith in her mother’s predictions, but follows along without questions for the good of the caravan, she hopes that they eventually find a place where they can stop and be safe.<br><br>Morjiana finally explained that they were heading towards what was originally called the “invisible city”. It was a city in the elven nation of Kyonin, and Morjiana seemed to believe that they would find a place that they could settle down there. She seemed to believe that there was a large, magical tree within that old city that still bore fruit—a claim that was as surprising as it was almost insane sounding. The full journey would take nearly a month of travel, so it became clear that Morjiana’s revelation was paced when it was on purpose.<br><br>Mercifully there has been nothing of particular interest to defend the caravan from. A few wild animals had approached, but they were easy enough to scare off, aside from a coyote that Corvus killed—mostly to show off his skill. It wasn’t until about a week and a half out from their destination that they began to notice something amiss…<br><br><hr><br>“Tribe of Bleachlings,” Corvus explained in his gravelly voice between mouthfuls of soup, “been following us for ‘bout a day and a night now at least.” Why he had waited to tell everyone until now was anyone’s guess. It was the evening meal, a plain soup heavily seasoned to help make it more palatable.<br><br>Celestina raised a brow before scowling at the red-skinned tiefling, “And you only tell us now?” she asks, giving voice to everyone else’s concern. Celestina frequently joined in on watches or patrols, it seemed that she was more comfortable on her own and not cooped up in the admittedly cramped caravan construct. The caravan itself was “perched” nearby, they were all sitting beneath the canopy of the mess tent that they put together every night. Space in the caravan was tight so the hired mercenaries had to stay outside.<br><br>“They’ll keep their distance,” he explained, seeming thoroughly unconcerned. “They wouldn’t attack something so well defended, they’re waiting to pick off stragglers,” he said, just shrugging one shoulder. He was mostly right, anyone familiar with the Bleachling tribes knew that they were more opportunistic hunters, it would be odd for them to risk a direct fight with the caravan.<br><br>Still, perhaps it was worth discussing, especially considering it was almost time to draw lots for night watches.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Post Header:</strong><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]character-image-here[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] [url=url-to-character-sheet]Name[/url]<br>[b][font=arial black]AC:[/font][/b] <br>[b][font=arial black]HP:[/font][/b] XX/XX<br>[b][font=arial black]EFFECTS:[/font][/b] <br>[b][font=arial black]PERCEPTION:[/font][/b] <br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 03:45:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jhXAN4u.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Urd Alvasdottir (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O8ynoWv3hwBewh_cXXFSb_hcY-cyZhjUOcJBgx9wJA0/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 22 (16 Touch, 17 Flat Uncanny)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 46/46<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +13<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong><br><hr><br>Urd Alvasdottir was an odd person, and she never particularly said otherwise. She came practically out of nowhere one day to start tagging along with the group of adventurers, declaring ominous words and lending her healing magic to them during a job. <em>And then she never left</em>. Still, despite her oddities she wasn't particularly offensive or anything, and proved to be oddly adept of a peacemaker and scout, even if she insisted that her fated duty was to heal destined heroes. It was her (alleged) tome of prophecy (that nobody else had been given permission to look into) that was used to point towards the Varisian caravan being of *vital importance*!<br><br>Once on board the caravan she did her usual mix of being amongst the group but generally closed off, her tired eyes examining people and landmarks and cross-referencing her book whenever she could. If it wasn't for the fact that she was somehow an incredible scout and spotter even with her distractions, she'd probably have gotten a stern talking to by now. The self-proclaimed priestess had grown more nervous as time went on, repeatedly muttering to herself as the days passed, until that ne'er-do-well Corvus mentioned the tribe of Bleachlings following the caravan. With a (oddly delayed) gasp, her eyes went wide and she pointed dramatically at the tiefling man.<br><br>"They cannot be taken lightly! They are no mere bandits and scoundrels, but seek to explicitly stop us from reaching our destiny!" The overdramatic young lady began to tear up, clutching the book to her chest. This wasn't exactly an uncommon circumstance, and certainly not a serious one since she'd regularly foretold her own death at least a dozen times by now, only averted by the 'fated champions'. "They will strike at night, relying upon sabotage! We must be wary!"<br><br>The girl in dark robes twitched, her hand making an abortive gesture towards the rather hefty-sized revolver at her hip, before moving up to run through her hair. <br><br>"I would not dare to take a watch away from my betters," she began, again ignoring her abnormally sharp senses. "But if you command me to do so then I shall do my best to protect you all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 16:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/32/2e/76322e4fc777d19817876487eb8af3e6.jpg?text=Character+Image)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aphashe (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2470240)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 21<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 59/59<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Items (bonus Dex, Cha, Sav)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>&nbsp; 12<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><hr>Careful not to raise her hands to her eyes, Aphashe lifted her gaze along the ridges indicated, confirming what'd been observed and noting, throughout the day, the distance and activity of the small caravan's uninvited and unwanted guests.&nbsp; Each time, after a few moments of watching-- always careful to turn her face slightly in that direction, the hood of her traveler's cloak drawn up against the sun, but turned just slightly away from the direction she watched-- she began to sing softly in a voice that was quietly encouraging, carrying among those around her, haunting as it dissipated to audial smoke over the silence of the wastelands. Each song was a variation of one she knew from years in bondage, songs that matched the rhythm of work, that spoke of reward in the great beyond, and that contained numbers or symbols-- things she improvised on the spot-- to convey messages.&nbsp; The tunes were meant to bolster spirits-- if not magically, not yet, then at least sympathetically.&nbsp; They reminded the caravan to hold fast, encouraged others not to panic, and set a tone of normalcy and conviction to accomplish a task, even a daunting one.&nbsp; (Sharing as an approximation of the tune and voice, not the words) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30z9HhpvX2A)<br><br><em>"A breeze from the north, four stars high on the ridge, whining white like old bleached bone, they carried onward the stars unseeing and waited night till morning come.."</em><br><br>She sidles up beside Urd and gently bumps her with her shoulder, as if accidentally, then meets her full on face to face with a cheeky grin.&nbsp; "You're as good as any of us, no betters 'round here," she says in a voice that's friendly enough, but worry seems to crease the corner of her eyes, and she shares the concern.&nbsp; Of course... Bleachlings were not unheard of here.&nbsp; Caravans, guns, keeping a solid watch... they kept them away.&nbsp; Most of the time.&nbsp; But Aphashe had seen enough of the certainty of Urd's 'feelings' and 'suspicions' to recognize they should never be dismissed outright, and she echoed them already.&nbsp; Why follow at all, if the caravan had no sign of trouble?&nbsp; Unless there was something that the scavengers truly -wanted-.<br><br>"It may be a cover.&nbsp; Keep sharp."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 16:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cc5bb1492c78c35b898faf972c4fe976.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kotone (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RvgMqFGQx_to-QR3ZXClrygvR2xTTPMalmODNRWqqjI/edit)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 17<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 70/70<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> d20+10<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kotone was an exotic beauty--one of the few humans on this continent with strong heritage from the distant land of Tian Xia.&nbsp; She had fair, creamy skin, puffy pink lips, and almost shaped eyes.&nbsp; Those eyes were a deep, liquid black--almost crystalline.&nbsp; They could be compelling when they looked at you with a smile--almost hypnotic.&nbsp; Curently, with a single contemptuous glare they cut Corvus Macatulum like obsidian blades.&nbsp; "If the bleachlings have been following us in hopes of stragglers for their cookpots, Corvus, we needed to know this to make sure there were no stragglers."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The full lipped girl scowled.&nbsp; Her straight raven tresses currently held in pigtails by red ribbons.&nbsp; Kotone was not quite twenty and the her hairstyles usually made her look younger.&nbsp; Not too much younger, though.&nbsp; Kotone stood tall as many men.&nbsp; Dressed comfortably right now, she wore a silk belt from which her katana hung in it's scabbard.&nbsp; A silky red skirt with gold embroidery fell from there, open most of the way up the right hip.&nbsp; Sandals wrapped up her calves.&nbsp; She wore a little jewelry, a rifle in a case, and heavy, clean white bandages that held her generous bosom tight and high against her chest.&nbsp; A tight tummy was bare.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Urd's words calmed Kotone's cold wrath.&nbsp; The smile returned to her rich pink lips.&nbsp; "I'd like you to stand watch with me tonight, Urd."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked around at her companions, then to the head of the Varisian caravan, "Celestina, I think my company should watch all night tonight, armed and ready.&nbsp; Let these savages see that we don't drop our guard.&nbsp; If that doesn't dissuade them, we'll send them packing with steel and gunsmoke.&nbsp; It will mean sleeping in the wagon come the dawn."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she glared at Corvus again.&nbsp; "That means we'll be counting on your vigilance tomorrow, Corvus.&nbsp; There's worse things out there than coyotes.&nbsp; I've seen a little of what you're capable of.&nbsp; You can handle worse than coyotes.&nbsp; Don't disappoint me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 08:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/haIIZKg.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aeleth Artorle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473429)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 20<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 52/52<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Mage Armor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> 9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kotone, Open<br><hr>Aeleth entered the mess tent, devoid of any dirt upon her clothes, skin, or hair.&nbsp; She wasn't wearing the duster-like overcoat she was most often seen in.&nbsp; Instead she wore a simple linen shirt and a pair of pantaloons.&nbsp; Her boots rose to the cuffs.&nbsp; The top buttons of her shirt were unfastened and the sleeves rolled to her elbow in an attempt to combat the heat.&nbsp; Her entrance occurred just in time to hear Corvus' report, Celestine's chiding, and the full of Kotone's outburst.&nbsp; Graceful and precise steps carried her to the soup pot.&nbsp; She quirked an eyebrow and took a cursory glance at the group to get a quick read of the room.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"We'll follow the normal watch schedule."</strong> she said calmly, though loud enough for all present to hear.&nbsp; <strong>It's worked well up to this point."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Her silver colored eyes rested upon Kotone for a long moment.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure what Kotone was thinking.&nbsp; Or, even, if she was thinking.&nbsp; Judging by her friend's tone, and past experience, it was likely the samurai was acting off pure emotion.&nbsp; A tiny smile touched the corners of her lips.&nbsp; Unlike Kotone to be any other way.<br><br>Aeleth then gave Urd and Aphase a simple nod in form of greeting.&nbsp; The bard's lyrics earlier that day had conveyed the message, and Corvus' report wasn't as shocking to the Half-Elf.&nbsp; <br><br>She bent over the pot and ladled a spoon-full of soup into her bowl.&nbsp; <strong>'Light extra torches tonight,"</strong>&nbsp; She said as she straightened and carried her meal to where her companions were gathered.&nbsp; <strong>"Let the devils know we're aware of them and that our guard is up,"</strong> she gave the suggestion as if it was common sense.&nbsp; Her eyes then shifted to Celestine.&nbsp; A friendly smile on her lips, <strong>"Perhaps tomorrow, it'd be wise to put the wagons in front of the caravan?"</strong>&nbsp; Both Celestine and her mother were smart and capable women.&nbsp; They likely would've come up with the idea on their own, given time.<br><br>She found a spot to sit, then addressed those gathered once more.&nbsp; <strong>"We're all professionals here.&nbsp; Keeping our weapons at hand is our way of life.&nbsp; There's no need to weaken our forces and risk fatigue.&nbsp; We still have a long way before we reach our destination, and it'll take more than some Bleached to slow us down.&nbsp; But, only together can we fill our contract and see our charges there safely."</strong><br><br>Her gaze returned to Kotone.&nbsp; &nbsp;A look that dared the younger woman to still her tongue and smooth things over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 09:15:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cc5bb1492c78c35b898faf972c4fe976.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kotone (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RvgMqFGQx_to-QR3ZXClrygvR2xTTPMalmODNRWqqjI/edit)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 17<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 70/70<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> d20+10<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kotone blinked, then her face fell.&nbsp; She'd already already been realizing she was going overboard and had tried to give Corvus a chance to redeem himself.&nbsp; That had definitely come out...&nbsp; &nbsp;wrong.&nbsp; The Tian Xia girl gave her tender friend a bow and fell silent, not intending to open her mouth again 'til she was sure she was thinking clearly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 09:08:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fg8RTFGOT4/WOPg27uL7qI/AAAAAAAAeGo/QgvxS8xwCXgoI1eyXWDi_lA3TbTyoGrMQCLcB/s1600/amonkhet%2Bwarrior%2Blius%2Blasahido.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Safir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333666.msg15891938#msg15891938)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 19, touch 11, flat-footed 18, CMD 17<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 45/45<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +9 at least?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Madame Morjiana Alecsa, Open<br><hr><br>Solemn and stoic, Safir listened to the news Corvus brought, and the chorus of voices that followed. Watching, listening, he turned a matched set of bones engraved with the Ancient Osiriani hieroglyphs for "weal" and "woe" over in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the hieroglyphs. The Distant Falcon was watchful, and had bestowed upon him gifts allowing him to predict the future to a certain extent... but his supplies were limited, and so he could not invoke such magics before every possible danger. A tribe of bleachlings... <br><br>Well, it was good that he was not the only source of divination in this caravan, his piercing blue eyes turning to the Madame Morijiana Alecsa.<br><br><strong>"Madame... Might I suggest this warrants consulting your Harrow deck?"</strong> Not a common method of divination magic in the lands of Osirion, Safir was curious to see how efficacious it might be compared to the book of prophecies Urd carried and the spells Horus bestowed upon his priest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 04:01:47</strong>
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				Plenty of the other mercenaries chuckled a bit at Urd’s excitable reply, though they kept out of the argument. Most of them just wanted to get through this trip, get paid, and put all this behind them. They didn’t really care what the argument was going to be, after all they were going to get paid the same regardless. Besides, Corvus’s observation had the most merit so far, why would a group of tiny ankle-biters try and come after the caravan? One look at the patchwork creation of tents and houses on the backs of animated legs with a few old cannons pointing out and anyone would have second thoughts of attack, right?<br><br>“Right, right, ‘destiny’ a’course,” Corvus replied to Urd, perhaps just trying to placate her.<br><br>Aphashe’s little song served well to bolster the rest of the crew’s moods. Most fell silent as they went back to their meager dinners, the singing itself serving more to sustain them than the food. Some even hummed along a bit, including Corvus, though he caught himself eventually and went back to brooding silence.<br><br>“You have a lovely voice,” Celestina complemented Aphashe, “reminds me of some of the songs my mother used to sing…”<br><br>Kotone’s admonishment only brought a cruel chuckle from Corvus, “If there’d been any then they wouldn’t have survived long with us anyway, better they slow down the Bleachlings,” Corvus was certainly not actively malicious, but the Tiefling certainly didn’t seem to have much compassion in his heart. None of the other mercenaries seemed particularly eager to support Corvus’s opinion, though none of them spoke up or made motion to contradict him.<br><br>Corvus scowled and a growl rolled in the back of his throat at Kotone’s pointed comment, but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Celestina, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Aeleth has a good idea, and Corvus is right, we’ve seen small groups like them just shadow us until they lose interest,” the last part caused Corvus to visibly relax in his seat and go back to his soup. “I’ll leave the wagon situation up to you all, but there’s wisdom in having them lead as well,” she adds.<br><br>Jo, your steadfast smithy and long-time companion eventually spoke up as well, “The way is long yet, but we’ve already come quite far, we’ll get there, lets keep our steady pace and our heads cool,” she said supportively, the much taller woman offering Kotone a little smile.<br><br>Madame Morjiana had been sitting not too far from where the mercenaries had set up their meal tent, she smoked a small pipe as she stared up towards the sky, some of the first stars beginning to peek through the evening night as the sun grew low over the horizon. Safir’s question caught her attention quickly, perhaps showing that she had been listening to the conversation since the beginning, “One needs to be careful just how much you look to the future, lest you blind yourself to the present,” she replied. The round-about reply only caused Celestina to roll her eyes.<br><br>“Indeed,” Celestina seemed to agree with Jo’s position, “maybe a change of topic… If my mother is to be believed, ” she paused glancing in the direction of where her mother was seated not far from the mercenary table, “this ‘invisible city’ is to be some kind of hidden paradise where trees still grow fruit and treasures from before The Wasting wait… what are you all looking forward to when we get there?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 09:17:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images2.imgbox.com/7a/ab/CYv8uw0F_o.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ana Field (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473922)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong>22<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 58/58<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open. Aeleth, Urd,<br><hr><br>Ana was a usual sight amongst the caravan by now. She had made friends with many within the caravan itself and of course, there were her traveling companions. When not clad in her psychic protection, the blonde haired woman was dressed in light clothing, something that could breathe in the hot air and keep the sun off of her face. Still, she was ready for conflict given the blades on her belt and the armor beneath her shirt. While seemingly a quiet woman to this point she had mostly been following the line of conversation till now, but when it came to the watch, she felt it best to speak her mind. "Like Aeleth said I'm in agreement as far as our usual night watch goes. We've not run in to trouble yet, I see no reason to change it and possibly tempt fate." Her tone was an amiable one, her green eye looking to Celestina as she spoke.<br><br>"It will be alright, Urd. If Kotone has your back during watch I'm sure nothing will slip past the two of you." She sought to comfort the more... Excitable woman. " Keeping close to the group, she elected to partake of the small talk that Celestina was offering. "If I can be honest? To possibly eat fruit. It's... Not something I've really tasted." She spoke after a moment, shaking her head. "I've heard it's divine, and if this place is real, I'd love to try it." She was hopeful, of course. Everyone was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 22:49:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/haIIZKg.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aeleth Artorle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473429)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 20<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 52/52<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Mage Armor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> 9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kotone, Open<br><hr>She sipped her soup and watched Kotone from the corner of her eye for another moment.&nbsp; Seeing the girl had lost her fire, Aeleth smiled gently.&nbsp; <strong>"Get some food.&nbsp; Keep your strength up."</strong><br><br>Her silver colored eyes watched Corvus for a long moment.&nbsp; She didn't trust him.&nbsp; He wasn't the trusting type.&nbsp; He was a serpent, and nearly the entire caravan knew it.&nbsp; Still, you didn't poke a snake unless you wanted to get bit.&nbsp; The last thing they needed to do was give him cause to do something underhanded and sabotage the safety of their company.&nbsp; Seeing that he'd relaxed, she permitted her gaze to drift over to Urd.<br><br>She smiled appreciatively at Ana.&nbsp; <strong>"Ana's right.&nbsp; Nothin's gonna get by the two of you."</strong><br><br>Urd was an interesting one.&nbsp; Girl was prone to fits of fantasy, or so it seemed.&nbsp; Her imagination got the better of her, and she imagined the worst.&nbsp; Despite that, it never sent her into a debilitating panic; and she was capable of recovery in an instant.&nbsp; More perceptive than Aeleth by half.&nbsp; She was a good addition to the group, and had earned her place.&nbsp; The half-elf wondered at times, though, just how debilitating the loss of the priestess' book would be.<br><br>She took another spoonful of the soup and decided to answer Celestina's question.&nbsp; <strong>"Whenever we get to where we're getting, first thing I'm doing is taking a long, hot, proper bath.&nbsp; One that don't get cold very quickly.&nbsp; The type that draws the weariness from muscle and bone and leaves ya feeling like ya been born anew."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-07-2021, 13:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/32/2e/76322e4fc777d19817876487eb8af3e6.jpg?text=Character+Image)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aphashe (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2470240)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 21<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 59/59<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Items (bonus Dex, Cha, Sav)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>&nbsp; 12<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><hr>Aphashe smiled softly to try to ease the tension of the conversation, her youthful features shining through a hardened mien of life's weight in that subtle shift of a moment.&nbsp; As when she was ever complimented on her voice, she had given Corvus a simple nod of appreciation at the mention of his mother-- not wishing to weigh her own past griefs, but inviting him to share his own if he wished.&nbsp; Now here, by the campfire, she simply covered her chin and listened, looking from face to face from time to time, and assessed her allies and with quiet assurance for a while.<br><br>She speaks up after Aeleth's comment.&nbsp; "That sounds like an intereting idea," she says with a grin.&nbsp; "Just don't let them overcharge you.&nbsp; Who knows, with these fabled cities?&nbsp; Their grooming services may be the cause for their reclusiveness."&nbsp; She scans the darkness subtly as if simply rolling her eyes over her own words, and then looks back over her companions.&nbsp; "But if they -do- have baths, they had better have more than one tub, because we'll be racing neck-and-neck to get there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-07-2021, 08:11:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cc5bb1492c78c35b898faf972c4fe976.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kotone (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RvgMqFGQx_to-QR3ZXClrygvR2xTTPMalmODNRWqqjI/edit)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 17<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 70/70<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> d20+10<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mention of grooming cheered Kotone considerably--as did dreams of fruit.&nbsp; There were poems about fruit!&nbsp; She giggle at the race Aphashe proposed.&nbsp; "Maybe it'll be a nice big tub and we girls can all share.&nbsp; Aeleth and i can wash your hair." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>04-07-2021, 02:57:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fg8RTFGOT4/WOPg27uL7qI/AAAAAAAAeGo/QgvxS8xwCXgoI1eyXWDi_lA3TbTyoGrMQCLcB/s1600/amonkhet%2Bwarrior%2Blius%2Blasahido.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Safir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333666.msg15891938#msg15891938)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 19, touch 11, flat-footed 18, CMD 17<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 45/45<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +9 at least?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr><br>Safir's lips curved faintly as Madame Morjiana declined to consult her harrow deck. He nodded, not pushing the subject, instead allowing her daughter to turn the subject to something more aspirational.<br><br>"In my homeland, there are tales of places called hot springs – springs of water that never grew cold. From what was said, such a place would have been enough to fit all of you at once, with room besides, before they dried up. It seems hard to believe, now."<br><br>Fruit. A warm bath. Such small, rare treasures in this fallen world, Safir mused, things the people of his homeland might now toil their whole lives and never experience. The stories of things like watermelons – fruits as big as a grown man's head, and sweet – seem like they must have been dreamed up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>06-07-2021, 18:10:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jhXAN4u.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Urd Alvasdottir (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O8ynoWv3hwBewh_cXXFSb_hcY-cyZhjUOcJBgx9wJA0/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 22 (16 Touch, 17 Flat Uncanny)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 46/46<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +13<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong><br><hr><br>Urd, as opposed to the others in the group, shook her head and grew even gloomier as they discussed what wonders could be found in the rumored city.<br><br>"The city will hold truth, and doom. That's what makes it so important, and worth the risk!" She paused for a moment, before nodding slightly. "M-maybe also hot water but primarily truth and doom!"<br><br>That was possibly the best anyone was going to get out of the self-proclaimed priestess. For such a helpful young woman she really could be a bit of a downer. Still, she'd made no secret of her ultimate goal being to find the source of the Wasting (Nevermind that she'd been wrong about where the source was every time she'd predicted it to-date.)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>06-07-2021, 23:06:08</strong>
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				“A nice place to set up a more permanent forge would be nice enough for me,” Jo added on her own, offering a bit of a laugh at the other comments about baths and wishful thoughts of fruit. “Perhaps I can help rig up some coals for a hot bath for you all as well,” she suggested with another laugh.<br><br>“Naked maidens bathing together,” Corvus interjects with a gruff laugh of his own, “what more could a man hope to find?” A couple of the other men added their own laughs to the chorus before it died down, “but I’ll settle for my cut of the purse, and someplace worth spending it.”<br><br>If Celestina cared about Corvus’s comment it didn’t show, instead she carried on as the others had. “My people have been talking about finding a land to call our own for centuries, even before The Wasting. As much as I like the freedom of travel and the open road, it would be nice to find a safe place to call home once and for all.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-07-2021, 05:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/haIIZKg.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aeleth Artorle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473429)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 20<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 52/52<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Mage Armor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> 9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kotone, Open<br><hr>Aeleth shrugged to Aphashe and Kotone, <strong>"Ah don't mind sharing none."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes then drifted over to Safir, <strong>"gonna join us or you have other attendings to do?"</strong>&nbsp; She didn't indicateif she was talking about the present or the future bath, and left it for interpretation.<br><br>There were always stories of fruit, or joined baths, or magical treasures.&nbsp; A better life and an easier time.&nbsp; The "good life"?&nbsp; Perhaps.<br><br>She smirked at Corvus.&nbsp; He was a weasel, but he dreamed small.&nbsp; Some men might want to stumble across that bevy of beauties bathing, and wish to join them.&nbsp; She let the men laugh.&nbsp; None of them had the charm, or looks, to interest her.&nbsp; Their stink alone was enough to make her want to get no closer than she currently was.<br><br>Her gaze drifted back to Urd.&nbsp; <strong>"Gilrl, for Desna's sake, can ya give it a rest?&nbsp; There's "doom and knowledge" everywhere.&nbsp; No point in worrying 'bout something that's not even on the horizon."</strong><br><br>Her attention moved to Jo.&nbsp; <strong>"Plannin on settling down?&nbsp; Leaving our little family?"</strong> the half-elf asked curiously.&nbsp; <strong>"Can't blame you none.&nbsp; If that's what ya want.&nbsp; This "invisible city" might be just the place for you."</strong>&nbsp; No judgement.&nbsp; She understood she wasn't the only one looking for the "good life".&nbsp; <strong>"We get there and that's what ya decide.&nbsp; We'll look ya up whenever we pass through."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>14-07-2021, 00:42:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Three Days Later…</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/S9E1ABM.png)</div><br>To the frustration of some Corvus’s guess about the Bleachlings remained true. While they continued to follow the caravan they took special care to stay a good distance away. Near enough to be seen, but far enough to be easy to overlook. The massive, walking caravan trundled on as they went, keeping it’s usual, steady pace until they had reached the edge of a dead forest. They saw the approach like little skeletal hands reaching up from the sandy earth. It meant two things, that they were getting very near to their destination and that their travel would be much slower than it had been up until that point.<br><br>The sun-bleached wood blocked the progress of the large walking caravan at times. Many of the travelers came out to chop down the trees that were in the way, opening up an easier route for them to travel. The wagons had similar problems at times, but were easier to maneuver through the smaller openings between the dead trees. Shifts were set up so that there was almost always a steady amount of axes swinging. Much of the dead wood was simply left aside, but the Varisians took a great deal inside, likely to fuel whatever the source of a large column of smoke that billowed out of the strange construct was.<br><br>The previous day they adjusted their route slightly to pass to the side of a large hill that had been spotted in the distance. It appeared like a rocky outcrop with a few dead trees growing from it. It wasn’t until they were much closer today that it became clearer what it was.<br><br>It appeared like a skeletal face of something like a giant lizard or bird, but it was made entirely out of metal. The jaws—if that’s what they were—were opened, the angle of it having made it appear like a pair of dead trees in the distance. There were no teeth in the jaws, but the metal was jagged as if it had been damaged in some way. It was difficult to tell <em>exactly</em> what it was, or what kind of danger it might pose from the distance they were at. One could estimate the size being somewhere between 50 and 75 feet tall, from the ground to the top of the “jaw”. If it were a skull then perhaps that meant more of it was buried beneath.<br><br>The lookout reported the find which caused a halt to most of the activity of the caravan. Madame Morjiana called your team together, along with Corvus to discuss options. Jo was busy making some repairs to some of the axes and Celestina remained near the rear of the caravan to monitor the situation with the Bleachlings. She passes around a spare spyglass so that each of you may take a look at the object in the distance.<br><br>“I’m not sure what to make of that thing,” Morjiana confesses, “However it will be particularly difficult for us to change our course now…but not impossible. It may set us back a couple days. Supplies are not <em>scarce</em> mind you, but that could stretch our reserves thin…and depending on what we find in the Invisible City…” Morjiana’s waivering tone was perhaps the first moment of doubt any of you may have ever remembered seeing within her. The elder woman has always seemed particularly sure of herself and the goal at the end of their journey, but the weight of responsibility for the rest of the people in the caravan obviously still weighs heavily on her.<br><br>“This is what I propose,” she continues quickly, “The six of you,” she says pointing out each member of the party: Ana Field, Kotone, Aeleth Artorle, Aphashe, Urd Alvasdottir, and Safir, “go investigate the…thing, ensure it is safe for us to pass by. Corvus will remain behind here to help guard camp with the other mercenaries. We will hold our ground here for the time being until you return. What say the rest of you?”<br><br>Morjiana seems open to other alternatives if any other plans come to mind, though it would likely take some convincing to make her accept any additional risk than what she is suggesting now. The distance to the “skull” isn’t very far, perhaps only a half-day’s time to walk there and back, so if you left now and spent only a couple hours investigating you would be back by sundown.<br><br>I am assuming that you all take the time to study the object (in other words taking 20 on your perception checks). You may pick one of the below options to roll for additional information:<br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Knowledge Arcana (Trained Only)</li><li>Knowledge Engineering (Trained Only)</li><li>Knowledge History (Trained Only)</li><li>Survival</li><li>Craft Mechanical</li><li>Linguistics (Trained Only)</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>14-07-2021, 01:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/haIIZKg.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aeleth Artorle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473429)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 20<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 52/52<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Mage Armor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> 9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ana Field, Kotone, Aeleth Artorle, Aphashe, Urd Alvasdottir, Safir, Corvus, and Morjiana<br><hr>Aeleth accepted the spyglass when it was passed to her and took a long look at the giant "metal skull".&nbsp; She watched for movement, but also took a closer look at any discernible markings which might provide a clue as to what it is, or more specifically, what it was.&nbsp; She'd heard a number of stories growing up as part of a traveling group of entertainers.&nbsp; Since leaving them with Kotone, she'd gathered a bit of information about magic, mostly in the search to understand why she had the dreams she did and could do the things she could.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Knowledge Arcana roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Aeleth rolled: 1d20, adding 10 to the total<br>Comment: Knowledge Arcana<br>Result: 14,<br>Total: 24<br>2021-07-13 18:20:52&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2021-07-13 18:20:52, Aeleth (uid: 31397) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154463)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-07-2021, 22:09:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images2.imgbox.com/7a/ab/CYv8uw0F_o.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ana Field (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473922)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong>22<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 58/58<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Linguistics check: 31 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154485)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open. Aeleth, Urd,<br><hr><br>As Ana took the spyglass when it was given to her, Ana seeks to discern what she can from the object as she gave a nod. “Well, guess it’s time for us to earn our keep then, aye?” She asked with a hint of wry humor in her words, but she was quite intent on following through to earn her coin. But first, a bit of memory jogging...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-07-2021, 23:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cc5bb1492c78c35b898faf972c4fe976.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kotone (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RvgMqFGQx_to-QR3ZXClrygvR2xTTPMalmODNRWqqjI/edit)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 24<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 70/70<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> d20+10<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kotone nodded thoughtfully.&nbsp; "That's thing's huge.&nbsp; There could be a town inside of it.&nbsp; I'm ready to check it out. " Taking the telescope, Hitomi looked it over for arcane sigils and compared it to various creatures she had studied. Passing off the telescope, she smiled at her comrades.&nbsp; A silvery sparkles cascaded down her body, then vanished.&nbsp; " I'm ready to go."&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Knowlege: Arcana</div><div class="spoiler_body">15.&nbsp; ^_^;;</div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>17-07-2021, 20:31:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jhXAN4u.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Urd Alvasdottir (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O8ynoWv3hwBewh_cXXFSb_hcY-cyZhjUOcJBgx9wJA0/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 22 (16 Touch, 17 Flat Uncanny)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 46/46<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +13<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong><br><hr><br><strong>"A-ah . . . a truly dark portent! A beast of metal and rot!"</strong><br><br>Unsurprisingly, Urd did not react overly well to the giant metal thing. Also unsurprisingly, she looked eager to get out there and investigate it, leaning over the railing to stare out towards it. Her wild eyes were wide and rapidly flicking back and forth across the area.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Survival</div><div class="spoiler_body">24 on Survival in dc.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>19-07-2021, 08:01:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fg8RTFGOT4/WOPg27uL7qI/AAAAAAAAeGo/QgvxS8xwCXgoI1eyXWDi_lA3TbTyoGrMQCLcB/s1600/amonkhet%2Bwarrior%2Blius%2Blasahido.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Safir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333666.msg15891938#msg15891938)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 19, touch 11, flat-footed 18, CMD 17<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 45/45<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +14<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr>Upon Madame Morjiana's proposal, Safir's gaze turns first not to the colossal and ghastly monument, but to glance over to Corvus, gauging the tiefling's reaction and intent to the best of his ability. The tiefling mercenary hasn't betrayed them yet... but he hasn't earned enough of Safir's trust, either, for him to leave their charges in his care without a second thought.<br><br>It is only after the tiefling's intentions have been measured that the Osirian turns his attention farther yonder, a hand reaching up to rub along his jawline to consider the sight, digging through the memories of the lessons his tutors impressed upon him to see if he could recall anything of use.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sense Motive vs Corvus, Knowledge (history)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense Motive vs Corvus result natural 20, total 31. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154547)<br><br>Knowledge (history) result 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154546)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>20-07-2021, 20:22:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jhXAN4u.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Urd Alvasdottir (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O8ynoWv3hwBewh_cXXFSb_hcY-cyZhjUOcJBgx9wJA0/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 22 (16 Touch, 17 Flat Uncanny)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 46/46<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +13<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong><br><hr><br>Urd carefully and warily inspected the giant from a distance, before getting a look of shock on her face.<br><br><strong>"No&nbsp; . . . that is not correct at all! Do you see?"</strong> She pointed wildly with one hand while clutching her tome to her chest. <strong>"Do you see? The land around it . . . it is as if it clawed it's way up from the depths recently! Perhaps no more than a few weeks! I mean, I suppose someone could have excavated it or a quake could've pushed it to the surface but SURELY IT IS SOMETHING DARKER THAN THAT!"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-07-2021, 21:08:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images2.imgbox.com/7a/ab/CYv8uw0F_o.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ana Field (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473922)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong>22<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 58/58<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Results from linguistics check<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> +9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open. Urd,<br><hr><br>“Ah. There’s some sort of writing on the thing.” She points to it. “I can’t make out the specifics but I think if we got close enough and maybe uncovered the letters, I think I’d be able to make out what it’s saying. ‘Course, there’s no telling if what we come across there will let us do that.” Ana spoke calmly, clearly steeling herself for what would lie ahead. Upon hearing Urd's worry, the blonde looked in her direction. "Whether it came up by itself or something dug it up, we'll deal with it together."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2021, 01:20:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/haIIZKg.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aeleth Artorle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473429)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 20<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 52/52<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> Mage Armor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> 9<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ana Field, Kotone, Aeleth Artorle, Aphashe, Urd Alvasdottir, Safir, Corvus, and Morjiana<br><hr>She passed the spyglass to the next person.&nbsp; <strong>"From what I can tell, from our perch here, it don't appear to be magical,"</strong> she informed the group with a brief pause.&nbsp; Then continued, <strong>"It does conjure up some stories I've heard of things rumored to have come up from Numeria, for what that's worth."</strong> <br><br>She shrugged, <strong>"we'll discover more when we get a closer gander."</strong>&nbsp; Her gaze drifted to Urd.&nbsp; <em>Every single time...</em>&nbsp; A quiet sigh was released with her breath, <strong>"whatever happened, whether it lives or someone dug it up, it's our job to scout it out.&nbsp; Let's not jump to wild speculation, but stay on your toes, Folks."</strong><br><br>She then addressed Madam Marjana.&nbsp; <strong>"First sign something ain't right, start movin the caravan away quick-like.&nbsp; We'll catch up, if able."</strong><br><br>Information gathered and assignments given, Aeleth turned to leave the gathering.&nbsp; Once out of ear shot of the Tiefling, she'd wait for Safir, Kotone, and the rest.&nbsp; Once they caught up, <strong>"let's see if we can't get a better look at those markings and figure if our Ana can't get a proper sense of their meaning.&nbsp; Anyone have anything to add?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] Gunsmoke Golarion: Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-07-2021, 12:08:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cc5bb1492c78c35b898faf972c4fe976.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kotone (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RvgMqFGQx_to-QR3ZXClrygvR2xTTPMalmODNRWqqjI/edit)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">AC:</span></strong> 24<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">HP:</span></strong> 70/70<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">EFFECTS:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">PERCEPTION:</span></strong> d20+10<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's not a golem," Kotone offered with a little shrug.&nbsp; &nbsp;"At least, i don't see sings i would expect from a construct, but let's go get a clsoer look."
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