Ravenloft: Bleak Tide Side Stories
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				Title: <strong>Ravenloft: Bleak Tide Side Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>13-12-2019, 19:51:06</strong>
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				"I will," Zoe answered in a hush, ticklish of the doctor's eyes on them. It was when Corinne kissed her so, that her guard dropped. There was a deliverance in the raw emotion of Corinne's lips which neither rescue nor landfall had brought. Her eyes shut, and it would not be difficult to imagine a different place, the pristine white beaches of paradise, in a place of one's own.<br><br>When the last pine box loaded, Zoe took her place with the wagons. Four laborers went with them, driving the horses up switchback muddy slope into the rutted path through shaggy forest. As the animals labored and the wood groaned and tethers strained taut, Zoe regarded Corinne shyly from the passenger seat, as though too long a gaze might hex their rendezvous.<br><br>What hospitality the sailors provided folded abruptly once the wagons were underway. No more goods were exchanged, and the Common tongue was refused with the same coarse phrase, no matter the speaker.<br>"Utazik mezze!"<br>It was a black phrase, no matter the meaning, uttered like a curse with the emphasis of a clenched fist. The <em>Charlotte's </em>castaways were not meant to be here. No outsider was meant to be here.<br><br>Still, Sage Laporte placed herself in the hands of those unwelcoming sailors. Her fate seemed grim indeed when she set foot upon the ship which had cast all of them out, but there was no dissuading her now.<br><br>There was nothing more to be gained on the tense shore. Margaret Hotspur and Michelle accompanied on the walk up the muddy path, among the crisp evergreen and prickling moss raised like hackles from warped trunks.<br><br>The journey up onto the hill, where Medb's shelter squat watchful over an undisturbed stretch of old forest, was mercifully brief. It was there shelter could be found for the second night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velatha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2019, 17:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br><strong>Location: </strong> The docks<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Leather armor and boots beneath heavy winter cloak of white furs<br><strong>Content: </strong> Going hunting<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> The Party<br><hr><br>Faelyn followed along to Medb's camp site happy finally feel like she was making some headway on the mystery that led her into self-exile.&nbsp; With a group of people around her she could access areas she dare not go by herself.&nbsp; Once everyone began settling in, she removed her pack and pulled out her bow.&nbsp; "I'm going to go catch us some food while you set up a camp.&nbsp; If you give me your water skins I'll fill them up while I'm out."&nbsp; She called with a little deep stretch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>17-12-2019, 19:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Aloisa Kriechjagd<br><strong>Location: </strong> The Camp<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Leather armor and Winter clothing, explorers Pack<br><strong>Content: </strong> Dressed For Success.<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> The Party<br><hr><br>Aloisa stalked along puffing lightly as they made their way up the hill, holding back to help any of the Mlles left in the group as they need it and making sure they kept drinking water from the freshly bought skins. Once at the camp she looked around scanning the area intently (<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception check</div><div class="spoiler_body">: At 2019-12-17 11:54:55, TheLaughingOne (uid: 60096) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142426)</div></div>) before giving a huff and setting her pack down, once again taking some time to adjust her armor to work out the hot spots it was causing as she walked. She nodded to Faelyn and smiled, "I'll come along.. Dont have my sling, but im pretty good at spotting things so maybe i can help there." She looked to Medb, Corinne, and Danae, "Do you think you have things under control here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velatha</strong> on <strong>18-12-2019, 23:23:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br><strong>Location: </strong> The docks<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Leather armor and boots beneath heavy winter cloak of white furs<br><strong>Content: </strong> Checking the goods<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Aloisa, Open<br><hr><br>A twitch quickly spread throughout Faelyn's body at the unexpected declaration that she would have a companion.&nbsp; Eyes closed, she quickly stood back straight up, took in a deep breath holding it in for a tic to release in a throaty chuckle.&nbsp; "&lt;Your friends can handle lighting a fire.&gt;"&nbsp; The white haired elf called back in her native tongue as she began to walk around Aloisa, eyeing her up and down until their eyes met.&nbsp; A wicked smile crossed her face for just a moment before she nodded and continued.&nbsp; "&lt;It will soon grow dark.&nbsp; The hunt begins.&nbsp; Gather the waterskins and meet me to the north.&gt;"<br><br>Without another word, she walked out of the campsite and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">disappeared</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth check At 2019-12-18 16:21:27, Velatha (uid: 61604) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142453)</div></div> among the trees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>19-12-2019, 20:17:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br><strong>Location: </strong> Medb's campsite<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br><strong>Content: </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: </strong> <br><br><hr><br>Medb was unsure what to think about the interactions the newcomers had with the crew of <em>The Mercy</em>, apart from seemingly Zoe and the ship's Doctor their relationship seemed quite strained, a likely cause of Danae's injuries. She had never really favoured the science of Anthropology or the study of human behaviour as opposed to what made the body work so as long as they left the docks in a relatively healthy state and could venture away from those caskets.<br><br>The journey up the hill was well-trodden for the black-haired druid, to the point she barely noticed how she knew where holes to rabbit warrens where someone from off-island may put their foot and find themselves tumbling. <br>"Any of those who wish my tent for the eve are welcome to it in the short term," she stated, "I don't have many qualms with sleeping under the stars for a night or two - though any longer and I'll have to either start charging rent or serve eviction papers," she concluded with a sly grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MdG</strong> on <strong>22-12-2019, 03:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br><strong>Location: </strong> Island docks<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Grey hemp blouse, navy blue felt breeches, leather boots<br><strong>Content: </strong> Well-deserved rest <br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Open<br><br>She was well used to impromptu campsites, and rest seemed a pressing need.&nbsp; "We should accept the hospitality offered to us," she said to the surviving passengers of the <em>Charlotte</em>. When darkness falls, I fear that this already inhospitable land will be yet more perilous."<br><br>She surveyed Faelyn, whose eyes she supposed were inured to the black of night, but had little strength to carry forward her observations.&nbsp; She laid herself out on a bedroll and could only sleep, hoping that no dreams would visit her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 07:07:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uYpwwG3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Medb's camp<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Stout Frock<br><strong>Content: </strong>Musing, lighting a fire.<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br><hr><br>Corinne spent the journey lost in thoughts, the foremost being Zoe's safety. Who knew what sorcery Doctor Rehner might work on the hapless girl?<br><br>She finally snapped out of her reverie when she arrived at the campsite, the aching in her legs and the chill in the air becoming suddenly apparent. She sat down near the camp's fire pit, feeling lost and aimless until Aloisa asked if the ladies had everything under control. She nodded silently, stretched her arm towards the fire pit, and snapped her fingers, a fire springing to life. Her mind began to wander once more, and she stared into the heart of the fire, as if she might find answers there, though none were forthcoming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MdG</strong> on <strong>26-12-2019, 06:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br><strong>Location: </strong> Island docks - camp<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Grey hemp blouse, navy blue felt breeches, leather boots<br><strong>Content: </strong> Disturbed dreams<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Open<br><br>Sleep came like a ghastly pall - fitful, restless, full of voices and murmurs secreted in shadows.&nbsp; There were eyes in the blackness - fey eyes like Faelyn.&nbsp; Callers in the darkness.&nbsp; Deranged chanting in the hills.&nbsp; Medb the herbalist, tending the fire.&nbsp; Aloisa the soldier, standing guard.&nbsp; Corinne the sage - or sorceress.&nbsp; Ciphers in her mind and beyond fixed images the blackness of the yawning nightmare.&nbsp; Her wounds were healing, but how close she had been to climax at Baykur's lash.&nbsp; A welling of guilt - it was the urge she could not control.&nbsp; It must have been dark because Corinne had lit a fire, the sky above overcast and featureless like black canvas.&nbsp; She rose, and went about camp, seeking any who might still be wandering. There were needs that she could take care of matter-of-factly, but the pulse of unfulfilled desire she felt paled in comparison to the unanswered question of what exactly was transpiring on the island. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: Ravenloft: Bleak Tide IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>26-12-2019, 17:13:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Aloisa Kriechjagd<br><strong>Location: </strong> The Camp<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Leather armor and Winter clothing, explorers Pack<br><strong>Content: </strong> Sneaking...?<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Faelyn<br><hr><br>Aloisa nodded and gave a wry little smirk as she was checked over, all the shiny buttons and bits of her armor wrapped with bits of cloth to cut the shine, buckles and other loose parts as well to keep down the sound it would make. She wished she had had time to oil it to help with any creaks and other issues but time and materials weren't exactly at hand. All in all she looked competent at least. "&lt;I'll be right behind you.&gt;" She moved over to get the water skins and started to follow after... In the Vague direction she had gone... More or less.. (<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception to track: 13</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-12-26 09:42:09, TheLaughingOne (uid: 60096) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142693)</div></div>)<br><br>And the worse is the rather not great job she did of remaining quiet (<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth Check: 7...</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-12-26 09:33:39, TheLaughingOne (uid: 60096) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142692)</div></div>), the occasional crack of a branch, clatter of stones, crunch of dry grass under her feet... Her face grew red with embarrassment and shame as she did her best to follow, but Damn it!! She was a City Guard! You didn't go out into the forest like this alone, only madmen did that. Madmen who usually ended up chewed apart... Damn it.
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