Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8
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				Title: <strong>Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-06-2018, 04:21:24</strong>
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				The city of Igicsea, home of the grand temple that housed the oracle of Dorgana the True was a city that was bustling with trade. The markets bustling with merchants from all over the continent thanks to its idea placement along the eastern coast with a road that led to almost every region on the content. Wood from the islands, gold and artifacts from the mines of the Otherlands, weapons from the smiths of the sound, even magical artifacts and devices from Vindra and Zarakhal could be found. The gates were open for all. The tall walls for traders, wanderers, and heroines alike or at least that’s what it was like when things were normal.<br><br>Now the streets were empty, and the city was under siege. A great host of pillagers encircled the walls, the citizens and travelers alike were trapped within. The tribes had recently come under the banner of Tethyphar, The Matriarch of the Dark Pride, leader of one of the larger tribes of pillagers. These pillagers, visitors from an untold foreign land who would rather raid and steal from the civilization of others rather than form their own were usually divided, dangerous but they never had the numbers to take on a large city like Igcisea. But things were different now that they united and had a leader bold enough and strong enough to unite the tribes their threat had grown exponentially. It was enough to make them risk taking on such a large city and the treasures that lie within.<br><br>The siege had been going on for a little over a week now. After the initial rush was held off thing had gone surprisingly quiet, a lull in the storm. The sun was starting to set. There was movement outside of the walls, the pillagers were obviously up to something but just what was hard to tell. All of those able to fight or defend themselves were asked to be on their guard and tasked with helping to defend the city for they would all were equal targets of opportunity to the pillagers that lay outside of the wall.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Pascal</strong><br><br>Down by the wall Pascal had been asked to assist with a patrol by one of the city guard commanders. While things might have been quiet at the moment they couldn’t afford to relax. The attacks could resume at any moment and if the enemy caught them by surprise there was no telling what kind of damage might be done to the city’s defenses.&nbsp; On the patrol Pascal would be able to hear what sounded like a scuffle in a nearby dead end alley. What do you do?<br><br><hr><br><strong>Cecropia and Mikala </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Within the Scattered Bird one of the few local tavern’s that was still running and also functioned as a gathering place for some of the citizenry to share news and talk during the siege. It was also a good place to pick up possible information about what was going on around the city. There was something strange that night. There seemed to be a few more people than usual and things seemed to be rowdier than normal. There was a tension in the lair. Something was going on. Luckily Cecropia and Mikala&nbsp; both had been asked to help keep an eye on things in the tavern by Samarna the owner of the tavern and ex protector of the temple in exchange for some room and board. What do the two heroines want to do?<br><br><hr><br><strong>Flaxelina Coton</strong><br><br>Flaxelina was one of the people given free reign that evening and not on the night shift. On her evening off she would spot a strange sight. A woman dressed rather lightly leading a small group of guards away into a back alley. The guards were acting a bit funny and certainly weren’t supposed to go off on their wown with somebody when they were on duty. What is Flaxelina going to do about it?<br><br><hr><br><strong>Chorus</strong><br><br>The siege has not been without casualties and many civilian and guard alike has been injured. Everyone with even a hint of medical or healing knowledge has been asked to assist at the temple which has been turned into a makeshift infirmary to help take care of the injured. Whether drafted or volunteered Chorus found herself on the evening shift helping to take care of the most recently injured. Thankfully the numbered of injured has gone down recently thanks to the lull in the fighting although occasionally rocks and arrows still occasionally find themselves launched over the wall. A stranger wrapped in furs and leather armor is brought in with a bleeding shoulder. Whoever they were they were neither a civilian or a guard. It looked as if the injury wasn’t fatal and the injured lizard woman was beginning to talk in a strange accent. “Where am I?” She questioned in her accent as she struggled to sit up revealing a hint of a faint marking on the shoulder. There was definitely something off. How do you handle it?<br><br><hr><br><strong>Xiaoling</strong><br><br>As one of the experienced fighters in the city Xiaoling has been asked to help guard the temple to protect the injured as well as the venerable oracle who resided in the temple.&nbsp; She gets a chance to see the injured guard run inside to be passed off to the priestesses to take care of. Shortly a small group of loud and rowdy group of drunks approaching the temple with vague mentions of&nbsp; bastard foreigners and talking about how the temple was filled with possible rations and they should try to do something about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aprrrl</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 02:11:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m54uqsTAm51qijb9po1_500.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mikayla<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cecropia<br><strong>Move:</strong> Seek Counsel from Cecropia. FAIL. Fate intervenes BUT Cecropia still picks one: (1) Mikayla gets +1 to follow her advice; (2) Mikayla gets an XP after following her advice; (3) Mikayla's existing Relationship with someone goes up by 1.<br><hr><br>Mikayla and Cecropia had a booth to themselves at the crowded bar, watching the patrons. Travelers from all over had been forced to seek shelter when trapped in the city, and the Inn was overflowing with guests. The mimic credited Cecropia with the sweet deal that the innkeeper had given them; she had a way of getting what she wanted.<br><br>Much to Mikayla's continued gratitude, 'what Cecropia wanted' had so far worked to her benefit as well. The most immediate bounty was the bowl of stew and loaf of bread sitting in front of her.<br><br>"This sure beats turning into a trash pile and eating rats in the alley!" she declared, breaking off half the bread and picking up her stew. <br><br>Of course, they had to earn their keep. She gazed around the room. "I could start a fight and probably burn this whole place down, maybe the whole block, just by shoving that hillman over there or any number of the rest of these folks." As she spoke, she lowered the stew and bread beneath the table and a slurping, smacking sound emanated from below. She returned the empty, pristine bowl to the table and leaned back, the very tip of an enormous pink tongue disappearing beneath the bottom of her 'corset.' <br><br>She returned the gaze of her light brown eyes to the winged woman sitting across from her. "Preventing trouble seems a bit harder than <em>starting</em> it," she said, with a crooked smile. "And it seems like it's just a matter of time before someone starts something. What should we do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 07:17:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bSLhsnS.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Flaxelina Coton<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Move:</strong> Move Stealthily, Strange Woman and Guards, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls a 0 - Fate Intervenes</div><div class="spoiler_body">121553&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Idlewyld&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2018-06-15 00:02:24&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2018-06-15 00:02:24, Idlewyld (uid: 53605) rolls: 3d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121553)<br><hr></div></div><br>Flaxelina didn't know many things. She didn't know really where she came from. Well she knew that she came from a plant, but she had no memories before that caravan incident, and no conceptual understanding of how it resulted in her. She didn't know why the Silken let her go, or why she wanted to leave in the first place. She didn't know much of why she did what she did. She didn't know why the city was surrounded, and she certainly didn't know enough to leave when she should have, so now she was stuck here.<br><br>Flaxelina didn't know many things, but that was not the same as saying, she didn't know much. She may have known few things, but what she knew, she knew well.<br><br>Flaxelina knew cloth of course. She was born of cloth. She knew it by touch and by smell. Just one look and she could intimately understand the feelings of the cotton stalk. hemp plant, sheep, or worm responsible for its creation. She knew cloth like one might know a sibling. She hungered for it.<br><br>Flaxelina knew hunger. Especially now with the coming of the armies of Tethyphar. For with a siege, there was no way in. When there was no way in, there were no merchants. With no merchants, no cloth. And with no cloth came great hunger. Flaxelina was beginning to understand hunger in a way she did not like; no she did not like it one bit.<br><br>But most of all, Flaxelina knew trouble. If cloth were a sibling, trouble was her lover. It followed faithfully in her wake, never leaving her side, and she followed it in equal measure. Cloth was what she lived by - trouble was what she lived <em>for</em>.<br><br>And when she saw the woman leading those guards into the alley, she recognized her old friend trouble. And had to follow.<br><br>With quiet steps, she walked into the alley, attempting to hide in the shadows. Whether due to lack of sustenance or lack of general excitement, she wasn't living up to usual standards. She didn't so much sneak into the alley and stumble into it.<br><br><em>Hello trouble. I see you're in fine form this evening.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>17-06-2018, 00:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/llYHGdl.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Cecropria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mikayla<br><strong>Move:</strong> Seek Counsel from Cecropia. FAIL: Mikayla gets an XP after following her advice. Cecropria: Read Situation<br><hr><br>Cecropria, as always, lounged in her seat with the calm regality that had been trained into her from her earliest years. Both her training and the quite literal mask of skinlike chitin that was her face served quite well to keep her true feelings hidden, even in these days when those feelings were far stronger and more unbalanced than what they had been when she'd simply been an obedient, unthinking instrument of another's will. <br>The days when things had been so easy and simple and, she had to admit, pleasant. She'd noted that her newest companion shared her appreciation for direction and she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that Mikayla turned to her for direction. <br>If she'd had someone who would give her commands, Cece knew that she'd turn to them for the exact same thing. <br><br>But, sadly, she had no one to direct her now. Not after she'd taken flight to preserve the little spark of will that had grown in her, for whatever reason. All she had now was herself and her, admittedly useful, mimic. <br>"We have been given instructions already," she replied softly, as she daintily picked at her food. Not the sweet, juicy fruits that her delicate little fangs enjoyed, but sufficient to keep them moving. "So, we shall simply continue to obey those. You shall projtect me from any physical dangers, while I shall work to extinguish or redirect whatever is causing this ... excitement."<br><br>Of course, saying was far easier than doing, especially when she had to make these decisions for herself. First, she needed to identify the root cause of the commotion, before she could deal with it and, so, as she sipped demurely at her drink, her opalescent eyes and sensitive ears focused on the unruly elements present. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Read Situation: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121672). Hopefully, a DN of 1.<br><br>When you observe a charged situation, roll Alertness.<br>S: Ask 3. T: Ask 1. F: Ask 1, and fate intervenes. While acting<br>on knowledge uncovered, you take +1 ongoing.<br>• What’s the best escape route?<br>• Which enemy is most vulnerable?<br>• Which enemy is the biggest threat?<br>• What should I be on the lookout for?<br>• Who’s in control?<br>• What detail are we missing?<br>• One specific question about a detail of your choice. <br><br>And if it's a Tie (or a Fail, since I still get 1) Who's in charge?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>21-06-2018, 04:15:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/fdee/i/2015/302/5/c/hydra_by_basilisk193-d9erruo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br><strong>Move:</strong> Read a Person &gt; the lizard-woman &gt; At 2018-06-20 21:11:53, Chorus (uid: 63473) rolls: 1d6k1 tn1: 4 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121896) &lt; (That's a success, I think? TN4+ should give a 0 if I roll 1-3)<br><hr><br>On one level, Chorus was simmering quietly to herself, but was striving not to show it. The very nerve of the City Guard, turning up and telling her she was <em>required</em> to go heal at the temple when she'd been getting ready to go ask if she was <em>needed</em>. How dare they even <em>think</em> that she was the sort who'd not be willing to lend her abilities!<br><br>On another, less self-centered level, Chorus was simply appalled at the number of casualties and the gravity of their wounds. She'd been able to manage a few rituals for the critically injured, but time and space just weren't giving her the chance to do more than a few. Exhausted, and with the flow of new wounded tapering off, she'd ended up finally muddling through the wards with those who needed longer term care, changing bandages, offering gentle reassurances. <br><br>It had been a terrible day. Despite her best efforts to find time to preen now and again, she had dried blood under her nails and scales and she only hoped there wasn't any on her face. She was tiredly working to change a bandage on one poor unconscious soul while three of her heads sang a lullaby to a young child curled up beside its wounded mother, and now here was this lizard-woman all disoriented. Had she had a head injury? Chorus felt fairly sure she'd only been wounded in the shoulder, but that didn't look right, either.<br><br>A quartet of golden-eyed, lavender-scaled serpentine heads snake their way towards the lizard-woman and arch over her...Not directly pressing her into the cot she's lying on, but occupying the space she'd been trying to struggle up into. Bodily, Chorus remains turned towards the feathered young man whose bandages she's trying to change. They sing softly together, with hints of the lullaby her other heads are crooning.<br><br>“Relax, and lie still. You're in the temple, with the others being healed. Your shoulder was hurt, now how does it feel?”<br><br>She's trying not to be terribly obvious about it, but Chorus is puzzled at the seemingly healed injury. She'd thought the young woman would be down for the evening, maybe for several days. Chorus studies her thoughtfully through four sets of eyes.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Read a Person. If successful, the question I'll ask is: "What do they intend to do?"</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stendarr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2018, 22:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/bc69/i/2013/280/c/8/heracross_by_jadeeslpknta7x-d6pn78v.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Pascal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288426.msg14171543#msg14171543)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Move:</strong> Read a Situation <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls a 1</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Pascal rolled: 2d6<br>Comment: Read a Situation<br>Result: 4, 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121934)</div></div><br>I'm not sure if this is a tie or a success. In any case, I chose "What should I be on the lookout for?", if it's a success I also choose "What’s the best escape route?" and "What detail are we missing?"<br><br>Normally Pascal would have preferred to hang around with Flaxie as she fulfilled the guard duty that was forced upon her, but Flaxie had a day off and preferred to use her time to go have some fun. She called it fun, but they both knew it was much more akin to trouble. Anyway, they were separated, and though Pascal had a number of fellow guards patrolling nearby she became anxious. As she usually did when she was left alone. The night had been mostly quiet. The almost ominous calm only added to her anxiety.<br><br>A faint rustling caught Pascal's ears. Her hearing wasn't the keenest, but she managed to make her way toward the source of the sound. In a nearby alley, she heard a commotion. She thought that maybe there was something going on she'd be smarter to stay out of, but she was on patrol. A brief moment of consideration told her it would be wisest to investigate. Afterall that's what she was out for tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>29-06-2018, 07:43:34</strong>
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				Mikayla and Cecropia<br><br>Inside the Scattered Bird the rowdy crowds which had started as just boisterous was slowly getting worse during the time that Mikayla was asking for advice from Cecropia. They were moving from loud to the verge of violence. There were complaints about the smaller portions of food, arguments about whose fault this was and accusations that all the visitors in the city were no more than spies. If things kept up like this violence could spill out onto the streets and there could be a full blown riot. At the center of it all Cecropia would be able to see a woman with bat like wings and a pair of fangs whenever she opened her mouth, quietly going about almost blending into the crowd. She appeared to be whispering things in people’s ears and shortly after another argument or shouting would erupt. Wat do the two of you do?<br><br><hr><br>Chorus<br><br>Inside the temple the woman tried to push herself up, still a little confused but nodded her head as she looked around the room. Things looked relatively normal as she began to come out of her daze. “Ah thank you.” She replied with less of an accent now. It was relatively normal, except the lizard woman was looking around with far more purpose than just another injured soldier. In fact, she seemed to be actively casing the inside of the temple for some reason. “How injured am I priestess?” She questioned. A simple glance would be enough to tell that the shoulder was merely dislocated rather than&nbsp; a more serious injury. What do you do?<br><br><hr><br>Flaxelina<br><br>The woman and the guards following her made their way to a nearby alley. Smiling alluringly she led them into an alleyway. The moment they were hidden away she pointed and said something Flaxelina couldn’t hear and the moment the guards looked away she bashed their heads making both collapse on the ground Unfortunately that was also the moment when the woman spotted the cloth spirit. “I can’t have anybody finding me just yet so unfortunately for you, you’ll have to sleep awhile.” She hissed. Her lack hair immediately began to lengthen as she launched an attack. What do you do?<br><br><hr><br>Pascal<br><br>On arriving at the alleyway Pascal would be greeted with the sight of an unconscious guard stripped out of their uniform completely and with no sign of their clothing at all. Someone had knocked them unconscious and stolen their uniform. While the exact reason couldn’t be determined it did mean that somewhere out there was an impostor in a guard uniform and judging by the&nbsp; fact that there were multiple sets of tracks whoever it was likely wasn’t done yet. The tracks led away from the scene and the sound of scuffling came again closer this time. What do you do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroines of the First Age: Birth of the legend of the 8</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>02-07-2018, 06:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bSLhsnS.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Flaxelina Coton<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Move:</strong> Binding Thread, Strange Woman <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls a 2 - Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2018-07-01 23:04:31, Idlewyld (uid: 53605) rolls: 3d6 tn1: 4 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122330)[/url]<br><hr></div></div><br><br><br>The woman's lengthening hair told Flaxie that she was up to no good. Which meant she'd better be up to no good as well if she valued her survival. The good news was that the guards were still wearing their fuel - um, clothes - and they'd certainly not be needing them any more; not that Flaxie particularly cared anyway. With one touch, most of the non-metallic portion of what the first guard happened to be wearing disappeared in a flash of light and dust and, if one were looking at the way Flaxelina was smacking her lips, a certain sensation of satiety. The cloth then returned from her hand in a form of reddish thread, which immediately shot out towards the woman with the instant hair extensions. If all went well, she'd have a brand new ribbon serving double duty as a set of handcuffs as the string bound both of them together.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">plans</div><div class="spoiler_body">I think I have two successes this time, which means I choose three. Disable Weapon (Hair), Stop Enemy in Tracks, Tie Up a Character</div></div>
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