4e Kingmaker IC
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				Title: <strong>4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 07:39:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">“Set sail, for gold and glory await!” </div><br>The call had gone out across the kingdom, seeking colonists with valuable trades and adventuring spirits to travel west across the sea to a new island continent. Several attempts had been made to colonize and map it in recent years since it had been discovered, but so far only one has sent word back home that they’ve established a settlement. <br><br>(http://thewallpaper.co/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/artwork-free-art-ocean-ship-colourfulfantasy-Laptop-boat-sea-tablet-fantasy-wallpapers-768x480.jpg)<br>After a month at sea the Harrier has spotted shorebirds and is running towards a coastline at full sail. The whole voyage she has been cramped, smelly, and noisy and now there where two hundred souls aboard trying to stay out of the crews way but also desperate to catch a glimpse of their future home. <br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/PMJbPp9.jpg)<br><br>The lumbering ship sails into a small cove and anchors itself off a small but sturdy looking dock. From the deck the passengers catch the first sight of the village, a town hall standing on a little hill and smaller buildings sprawling out around it. To the west a serious logging effort is underway, the north sown fields starting to sprout. At the far end of the dock waited a somewhat pudgy, bald, middle aged man with a long length of parchment and quill, waiting to mark down names and occupations of new arrivals. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 09:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>What a marvelous new world to plant her furry boots in, and live as the old wise tricksters did, the medium between huddled man and forest primeval, the goad urging hairy ape off its forelegs to get up, get out there and make a story worth telling. She could not be off the ship soon enough, and an oxblood cloak erasing the footprints of those before her in the sand, returning some mystery to the land.<br><br>There could be little mystery left between she and her shipmates after so long at sea, in such cramped quarters.<br><br><em>Oinari is god(dess) of agriculture. </em>Missy had tried her hand in the kitchen more than once, playing aide to the chef and making such a mess of things that she was forbidden from setting foot again in the pantry which still bore her crossbow-scars. She played not only with her food, but with the whole ship's food, her handiwork apparent from such irregularly-cut potatoes that she must have practiced her swordplay with them.<br><br><em>Oinari is god(dess) of swordsmiths. </em>She had an eye for fine handiwork, though she created nothing herself. The small details of an embroidered insignia, a maker's mark on a sword from the capital, or the binding of an antique book seldom escaped her curiosity, and she was quick to offer a compliment, to listen to its storied history as though she were curating a collection. The things men made were fascinating, and when they imbued the best of themselves, she knew.<br><br><em>Oinari is god(dess) of traveling merchants. </em> Singular among her luggage was a bag of tall tales, trinkets she claimed hailed from the fey realm. They were an eclectic sampling of things, a raindrop in the ocean of the new world's wonders, but only, she insisted, what she could carry. A clever trader made the most of little, remained flexible to new opportunities, and so she was.<br><br><em>Oinari is god(dess) of fertility. </em>Missy was a woman with appetites for the fairer sex, and between her striking red hair and zest for life, she had yet to sleep alone three nights in a row. Her company was without regret. She was unburdened from her responsibilities, unfixed from the matrix of social compromise, a romantic, a highwayman as sung in the ballads, the sexual animal humanity longed to be.<br><br><em>Oinari is progenitor of the kitsune. </em>She could, and had, become a small red fox. When the clouds blot out the sun and the empty ocean grew cold, she had curled herself up on her own three tails and hibernated through the worst of it, to emerge when the sun was bright again and the day hopeful, a fairweather friend who shared in the joys but in the shivering, damp, dark uncertainty, was nowhere to be found.<br><br>In the ledger-keeper's company she looked back, smiling, at those brave enough to follow. She was certain she'd spied kindred spirits among them. "My word but your fingers seem too slow for this. Are you prepared for mine? Mischievous Three Tailed Fox Goads Devil, scion of Oinari, boat-blesser, exotic trader, Noh performer- not to mention, intrepid explorer. Here now, just put <em>Missy. Adventurer." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 10:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/88/Galesong.jpeg/450px-Galesong.jpeg)</div> &nbsp;(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1409482)<br><br>A month at sea left the typical passenger bedraggled and exhausted, but Justine's training was still fresh in her mind and the fastidious habits of the Academy died hard. She had spent perhaps a little too long fussing over her uniform today, making sure every button sparkled, every crease was pressed, and every buckle was cinched tight. Though the ship rocked beneath her, her pace was as steady and even as if she was in the Academy courtyard marching drills. Back straight and head high she stepped off the boarding ramp and approached the man with the ledger.<br><br>"Justine Hestia Galesong," she said in a crisp military tone, "Of House Galesong. I have been assigned to the town guard here."<br><br>As the man jotted down her name, she allowed herself a small roll of the shoulders. She was glad to be off that boat. The guard barracks would surely be a spartan affair, but spartan she could handle. In fact, she'd come to prefer it to the luxury of her family manor. All she needed was a bunk, a chest, and bunkmates who knew how to fold a sheet and press a shirt. Order was all the luxury she needed.<br><br>She'd spent most of her time on board the ship trying to keep in shape. It was hard to find space to run her drills and exercise, but she did her best. She was an early-riser by nature, and she found that just before sunrise she could find an isolated spot on the deck to run through her routines. Sure, she had endured some leering and cat-calls from the crew, but she was not about to let some ill-mannered rabble stop her from keeping up good habits. No doubt she would have to endure still-more from the town guard as she settled in to her new position. <em>That</em> she would have to squash quickly. If this was going to be her post for the foreseeable future, she wanted to make sure she was respected amongst her colleagues.<br><br>The ledger-keeper finished taking her details, and she set off towards the local tavern, figuring she could spoil herself with one good meal before settling in to her new quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 11:44:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div> The salty sea air swirled Bell's raven hair into her deep, quiet eyes. As she lifted her delicate hand to brush it from her face, she couldn't help taking in the dreadful environment she had been thrust into. Her servitude to the sly Archfey was the reason she found herself aboard the Harrier, so far away from the swamplands she called home. <br><br>It was almost a year ago that she completed the rite, her&nbsp; Archfey had tasked her with..After a troublesome quest to retrieve a tatzlwyrm's claw...Bell had finally become a proper warlock and earned the respect among the fellow fey. Given her human background, however,&nbsp; she always felt alienated by those wicked creatures. She constantly felt that urge to prove herself.<br><br>Bell always felt uneasy when Bakkor the Archefy appeared with another task either in her dreams or shrouded by nightfall. Standing over seven feet tall. Crowned by cruel antlers, he emerged from the mists, his heavy footsteps akin to drumbeats.&nbsp; Enormous horns on its head, legs of a stag, all of its body covered with a fur the color of moss. <br><br>“<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">My dear, beautiful Bell..</span>” His hypnotic, jet slightly broken voice echoed in her ears. “<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I’ve got another task for you.. My pretty girl..</span>” The being's crooked arms were suddenly and softly wrapped around Bell's body. The girl tensed. Cold sweat ran down the back of her neck as the Archey's lips touched Bell's ear. Nibbles and licks came afterward, much to her dismay. She didn't dare to protest, she didn’t dare to move. Deep down she knew her life was his to take whenever he deemed it fit. After all, it was him, who gave her everything, who gave her the means to protect herself..she was in an eternal debt. <br><br>“<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Travel west across the sea...Seek out that what was forgotten..There are some secrets so dark no human mind should ever contain them. Yet, I want you to find&nbsp; them for me and you shall be rewarded..oh my sweet sweet girl.</span>” <br><br>And thus young Bell has found herself at sea. To her dismay though, life her was far from the romantic voyage that one hears of in storybooks and fairy tales. Those were the only books she ever really red beside the dusty old grimoires her teacher demanded. Bell felt empathy for the young maidens who had been forced into hard labor; scrubbing the decks on their hands and knees, washing the sailor's clothes, cooking, cleaning, and every other imaginable chore. Not to mention the unbearable harassment from the sailors.<br><br>And although fair Bell kept to her solitude, avoiding any means of unnecessary contact with the other two hundred souls aboard, she knew she’d eventually had to make connections, allies. Thus it happened to no surprise, she warped a pretty sailor’s mind around her sly fingers to keep her warm through cold, rainy nights. To protect her from other flesh hungry and desperate sailors aboard the ship. In the end, however, when the ship finally reached its destination. Bell had abandoned the “sailor puppet” like a girl would her toy when she outgrew it..with barely any remorse. <br><br>The sheer lace cloak clung gently to her pale skin, pooling in deep recesses along her curves and casting the hidden skin in deep shadow. Thin leather straps held the soft fabric to her, but across her left shoulder, the lace had already begun liberating itself, revealing another intoxicating inch of forbidden pale skin. Beneath that, a bra of hardening leather hid those final few eyefuls from the pudgy, bald, middle-aged man who awaited the newcomers with a long length of parchment and quill and in Bell’s case a lascivious gaze.<br><br>“The name is Bell.” <br><br>She replied with a voice as sweet as honey and an accompanying smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 19:38:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-me.jpg)</div> Modesty was not Ci'ona's thing, indeed, her people inhabited the deep forests, and her dark skin and dark hair was the result of thousands of years of living in such places, making her kind blend in perfectly in the thick, dark forests. Unlike the city and mountain dwelling Eladrin who were fair skinned and light haired, the wood fey were the opposite. When Ci'ona had arrived at the gangplank, she had little with her, and wore little as well. Lithe and agile, she wore a simple cloth skirt, and a lot of tattoos, all nature oriented, some devotions to her goddess, others simple elemental runes. A silver anklet was around one bare ankle, and both feet were bare, the dirt of her travels clearly on her feet. There was dirt under her fingernails as well, and she had a pair of simple leather bracers on her wrist embossed with the images of bears. She wore no shirt, yet her long, unkempt black hair fell across her chest and back enough to cloak her bare chest, although that did not stop folks from gawking at her, which she ignored. She otherwise carried a wooden staff, and a satchel. Any man that thought to paw at her suddenly faced a diminutive elven woman with a bear's fangs and claws, her totem animal and her primary aspect when she took beast form. That generally dissuaded any further attempts to get grabby with her. Several of the women on board who had fussed at their husbands for ogling her ended up laughing when that happened, confident that the under dressed elf was not interested in their husbands, or sons.<br><br>'Ci'ona' she said when it was time to record her name in the ledger. She had an accent, common was not her first tongue, but she prided herself on learning it. <br><br>After that, the feral eladrin spent the time on board the ship in various activities. It was obvious that she was good at teaching, and she spent many afternoons and evenings facilitating discussions and lectures on what one could expect to encounter in the wild, and what plants, roots and herbs would be good for eating, as well as the finer points of which ones were good for healing with those that were accompanying them. She felt it was good to get that out of the way, and to prepare them. She didn't want to see anyone try to eat or work with something poisonous. That was usually followed up with demonstrations on how to treat and bandage wounds. A much needed skill. She would entertain questions from any who asked, and was polite and genuinely interested in meeting and commiserating with her shipmates. <br><br>She would rise at dawn and find a place to commune with the natural world, and during rain and storms, would stand out in it, enjoying the feel of the elements on her skin. She could stare out at the open sea for hours, meditating.<br><br>She was destined to start up a circle of her own. She was not sure why she was granted this auspicious honor, but would do her best to honor Melora's faith her. <br><br>When land was finally sighted, she breathed a sigh of relief. She enjoyed the sea, but longed to put her feet on solid ground again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 00:54:42</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/63/34/41/6334414b808e0b22a8a744777933a4ad--scribe-fantasy-characters.jpg)<br><br>The pudgy little man seemed overwhelmed for a moment as Missy listed all her various names at him. He blinked twice at her, nodded, and wrote down the two words ‘Missy’ and ‘adventurer’. “Well, welcome to the island” he blurts out and then, without intending to be rude but still being a little flustered, shoos her along to get to the next in line. <br>Justine he accepted with much more enthusiasm, here was someone who spoke his language. He jotted her name and position down and sent her on her way, matching her impersonal efficiency. <br>Next he got himself an eyeful of Bell, and was so distracted that he completely forgot to ask her position after noting her name. He watched her hips sway as she walked on, then quickly decided she was likely an adventurer and filled that in before the line in front of him could become backed up. <br>The man had to ask Ci’ona twice to spell her name, the first time the unusualness of it and her accent throwing him off. But he got it, marked her down as the druid they were expecting, and sent her on without staring <em>too</em> much. <br><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RiIKBFMYo/Th3vXgA36KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FTrA_NQbl4A/s1600/Fantasy-Tavern-low900.jpg)<br><br>At the foot of the hill, a short distance down the one road from the town hall was the second most important building in town, the tavern. The World’s End tavern stood only a single story tall, but was clearly popular. It seemed to be where all the new arrivals where flowing towards and much of the village was following to meet their new neighbours. <br>The building was quite busy, but people where respectful enough to give Justine a table to herself. A tall, stocky man with a well trimmed moustache and pink face introduced himself as Kevin, the bartender, and can offer her the oh so diverse menu of bread and goat cheese, fried eggs and toast, scrambled eggs with goat cheese, or omelettes. Made with goat cheese. Apparently the only animals they had on the island before the Harrier arrived with a bull, some cows, and a whole load of pigs were goats and chickens. <br><br>Word was spreading around the tavern quickly, the new arrivals were being met in groups at the town hall, adventurers, guards, hunters, mystics and the like where expected there in an hours’ time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 14:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div> It felt absolutely blissful setting her feet on solid ground again, thought Bell as she sauntered down the gravel road, towards the settlement. And while she was willing to aid the local guard, protect the settlement and contribute to its growth, her gaze was set on another prize. It was the secrets and mysteries that lay scattered around the continent, that her Archfey so eagerly yearned for. <br><br>The raven-haired beauty sauntered up to the town's inn, a homely looking establishment with a faded sign that read "The World’s End tavern". A swift breeze caught her on her way and made her pitch black hair sway playfully in the air. This, in turn, caused her to shiver slightly. Based on her set of clothes, which were actually draped layers of diaphanous fabric held together by a metal skeleton underneath, causing hints and teasing glimpses of her form as she walks, it was obvious she was used to a much warmer climate. Thank god she brought some spare clothes with her. A messenger type of bag was strapped to her back, while her waist carried some pouches and a crooked wooden wand. The latter looked definitely like it was carved by hand out of some dark wood. <br><br>While Bell was used to solitude and usually preferred to keep to herself, She knew she might be better off with some companions. There was word spreading about a commission at the town hall. However, the grumbling in her belly made her stride straight for the tavern. <br><br>The wide ground floor of the inn was filled with people, both locals and travelers. Busty maids carried trays stacked with large clay tankards of ale, foam spilling over the lips of the likely home-made drinking vessels. Dice clattered on wooden tables as men dropped coins and shouted with elation. Songs of women and battle echoed from corners, lyrics slurred and quick from ale-soaked voices. Hot bowls of stew were poured, heavy portions of pork were cut, and all the smells and sounds mixed together to create a picture-perfect feasting hall.<br><br>Few took notice of the lithe, lush maiden that entered the inn. Bell’s dark, almond eyes, catlike in their inquisitive nature, however, scanned from corner to corner as she made her way inside. She surprisingly found a small empty table at one end of the Inn. She patiently awaited her turn to be served some of the delicious smelling stew. The flickering of oil lamps which littered the room illuminated her flawless skin as well as that pretty face which displayed an arcane brand on her forehead, seemingly a sigil she carried proudly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 17:43:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-me.jpg)</div> She wrinkled her toes in the dirt and grass when they disembarked, and the feeling of solid earth beneath her was a relief. She didn't mind sailing, but she had never been away from land that long in her life, and it simply felt refreshing to finally be grounded again. She took in the surroundings, inhaled the air, and watched the birds as they flew around the area, and smiled. She was here. The promise of a destiny ahead. She watched as the others began to make their way along the path towards the buildings, and the inn stood out. Her stomach growled, and she realized that perhaps some real, different food was in the offering, instead of the routine, drab cuisine the ship had provided. No one had gone hungry, but the smells coming from the inn told a different tale.<br><br>Oddly enough, she had enough sense to have a little decorum. She reached in her satchel and pulled out a pair of flimsy sandals, and put them on her feet, and then a light green shawl that she wrapped about her shoulders, to cover her top. It wasn't much, but she was clever enough to realize she should wear a little something when going into the dining establishment.<br><br>She made her way there, and spied one of the woman from the ship, and noted the arcane mark on her forehead. <br><br>She made her way to the table where the woman sat, and inclined her head. 'May I join you? I am, without acquaintances, and would prefer to eat and talk with someone who has just arrived as I have' she said, her common carrying the accent as she got the words out, addressing Bell. 'If not, I will understand' she said. 'I am Ci'ona, some call me a witch, others a druid, but I am simply Ci'ona' she said.<br><br>The smell of the food that was coming from the kitchen definitely had her hunger flaring up now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 19:49:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>Bell was busy delicately munching on the delicious stew she had ordered, her sleeves rolled up, a strand of her jet black hair fallen over her eye. Though a female voice, accompanied by a familiar fey-inspired-accent had disrupted her. As soon as Bell laid eyes upon the dark-skinned druidess, she felt a familiarity. <br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Greetings Ci'ona.</span>" Smiled the young warlock as she used the Sylvan tongue, the speech of they fey themselves. Ci'ona could tell Bell was young, obviously by that fare soft ivory white skin but those eyes, those eyes; they shot through you with that piercing almond hue just screaming that she was not naive in the slightest. <br><br>Bell brushed a lock of her dark hair out of her face, before introducing herself. "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">You can call me Bell. And as it would seem, witchcraft is certainly not the only thing we have in common.</span>" She chuckled mischievously.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">It's always fun to share a meal together.</span>" The fair-skinned witch fluently continued with the elven speech. She nodded at the empty chair beside her, offering Ci'ona to take a seat.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I assume you are just as happy we had finally reached solid ground hm? That month-long journey certainly left a toll on me..</span>" Sighed bell before she took another mouthful of the steaming stew.&nbsp; Bell certainly appeared friendly but had that mysterious mien about her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 00:25:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine felt a little awkward having a table to herself. She might not have been a particularly talkative, but she wasn't about to to hold up other people's dinners because of her station. She took her plate and mug, and moved over to the next table over with an empty seat. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, before she had even taken in who was sitting at the table. She blinked, and paused, as she realized they were two of the more recognizable passengers from her recent voyage. The young girl and the.... naked woman. Still mostly naked, but at least the essentials were covered.<br><br>She briefly considered apologizing and finding another table, but realized it was too late. She was physically incapable of discourtesy.<br><br>And then there was the girl, Bell. Justine couldn't help but feel a deep pity for her. It was clear to Justine that one of the sailors had been taking advantage of Bell, and finally felt compelled to intervene. And yet, when confronted the sailor had seemed... <em>off.</em> She'd known predatory types before, who claimed their victims came onto them, and yet he seemed... to genuinely believe it. Which had only deepened her disgust with him. Getting answers out of Bell had been fruitless, too, though Justine had been somewhat hesitant to pry too deeply.<br><br>Maybe this wouldn't be a total catastrophe. It might be an opportunity to get to know Bell better, unravel some of the layers of mystery that surrounded her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 00:52:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>Vibrant color exploded in around her, a whip of red cloak in motion and crimson hair bounding, loping, dangerous. Her three bushy tails unfurled- after so long cramped on that ship, praise the gods- into watercolor brushes of ember orange dipped in white, luxuriant and enticing on their first shake out, but as she, in motion. Missy was not averse to being seen- she invited it.<br><br>"Good men and women of New Hearth! Have you come all this way only to sit some more and look out your windows at fresh scenery?" She hopped a low barrier with boundless energy to stand before the fireplace and match its blazing hues. "Shall I go fetch the scribe's book and read where your names are listed as layers-about, ale-testers, soup-critics? Fie!" She raised an arm and flexed invisible muscle. "I saw <em>adventurer </em>penned in that sagging book, and the census taker's come to hold you to it. Look out yonder and see that untamed land beckoning you, daring you to make the first move. Who here dares? Who's with me?"<br><br>Now she laid eyes on Ci'ona. She might have laid eyes on Bell just beside her, but it was a fierceness she was searching for, and not the delicate if lovely woman sharing her table. Missy knew this woman if only by reputation as Little Bear, the woman who channeled the famously humorless beast. She smiled impish and dabbed her nose with a restless thumb, her swishing tails betraying her intentions to misbehave. "I see you, Little Bear. Not small enough to hide from these sharp eyes, but small enough to pick up and carry! What do you lads think?"<br><br>Missy was going to do it. She was going to hoist over her spaulder the woman who could become a wild animal in her arms and, presumably, physically carry her to the site of adventure. It was not a plan the kitsune had especially thought through, as she frequenty did not. An eladrin was a bit heavier than one looked, on the surface, and Missy was not notably strong, but a scrawny fox would risk life and limb to snatch a sweet egg. She was prepared to suffer a bite, for her necessary part in rousing the beast from its slumber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 01:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-sm.jpg)</div> 'Thank you Bell, it is most welcome' she said, and as Bell ate, her own food arrived, and a cup of water. 'I agree, it was cramped on the ship, sharing meals in such a tight space was a bit difficult, but this is much better, there is room to move, and the food is much better' and she did indeed think so after taking a bite. So much better than the ship's fare. 'I see you know our language, I am honored you speak to me in my tongue. My common is passable, but my accent makes some of the words hard to understand' and she took another bite. <br><br>'It was a relief and a joy to find the shore. My feet had longed to touch the earth again, and to see trees. I am not meant to be caged like that, no one should be. While I enjoy the water, I missed the forest and the feel of the earth tremendously. As it is, I am a bit tired. I think, like you, the toll is there, but hopefully a night of real rest without a cramped space and rolling waves, will make a difference' and as she finished, Justine joined them.<br><br>'Well met, I am Ci'ona' she said to Justine. She had remembered Justine eyeing her with some confusion. It was obvious that there was a clash of cultures. It would be a period of learning she was sure.<br><br>Before she could say anything else, she heard, and saw, Missy. <em>The fox</em> she thought to herself. That one bore watching. They had a kindred spirit, that was for sure, but it ran in different ways. <br><br>'Join us to eat, Foxy' she said to Missy, her arms tensing up, the primal energy starting to flow through her veins. 'We can discuss adventuring without tumbling and biting in the company of these goodly folk' she said. Her smile was wide, and fangs showed when she did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 11:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div> "<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Finally a proper bed to sleep in indeed. </span>“Chuckled bell. There were a few handsome locals, Bell managed to eye up and down so soon after her arrival. She was certain, one or two might be suitable to keep her company throughout twilight. After all, Few could resist her allure, fewer her mind games. And like most other females, even Bell had her thirst for flesh which demanded satisfaction. <br><br>“<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Aye, I’m quite familiar with the feywild. You are not the only one who missed the company of woods and the smell of soil..</span>”<br><br>Another one joined them by the table. Yet another female, however, this one was leather and steel clad. All decently strapped into place. She seemed nothing like the other two inadequately clothed females, who had occupied the table beforehand. Of course, Bell had meet Justine before on the ship. The older female obviously took it up to look after her. She must have misunderstood the wicked game Bell played with one of the sailors. The pretty boy she had enchanted with her charmful demeanor was for Bell to use and discard as she saw fit. Lawful Justine obviously thought it wise to beat the poor lad into vowing to stay away from Bell. <br><br>She, on the other hand, found this utterly funny and didn’t care to intervene. She certainly hasn’t expected to be confronted by the warrior so soon and felt like she had to say something to ease things along. She was aware it was wiser to be in good terms with the fierce woman. <br><br>“I haven’t thanked you yet for standing up for me.” Began Bell’ obviously changing the language back to common. Her voice soft and filled with innocence. “If it weren't for you, I bet the sailor and his filthy crew buddies would have forced themselves on me..” Those wide eyes of her’s hinting at how seemingly grateful she was for Justine’s kindness. “I’m forever in your debt, M’lady.” If there was something Bell was good at, it was schmoozing her way into the hearts of other, even if she had to use lies and deceit.<br><br>Soon after, Bell’s ears perked as another armor-clad female barged into the inn. Her passion for attention seemed just as fiery as the color of her hair. And those tails? Bell made a mental note, she had seen her on the ship as well, but the two didn’t really speak. The fey disciple, usually wouldn’t seek out the company of people who had a tendency to exaggerate.<br><br>And that silly nose dab ... Almost caused her to roll her eyes. However, she held herself back and just flashed her a friendly smile. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 12:32:37</strong>
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				The men (and a handful of women) in the tavern cheered and whistled for Missy, hoping to see her pull Ci’ona’s shawl off or pull the other woman onto a table.&nbsp; The idea of the two exotic women getting physical quickly grabbed most of their imaginations, though a few were brought back to reality by slaps from their wives and partners. <br><br>Most of the men in the tavern where human, as with the new colonists on the ship they where the clear majority. There were halflings too here that had settled with the initial colonists and now served drinks while standing on crates behind the bar, ran food out of the kitchen to the new arrivals, or sat with their friends on a few extra cushions being served. A handful of dwarves sat together in the corner, only a few of them on the island so far, and scattered throughout the humans where the occasional pointed ear of a half elf, and one or two long pointed ears of a true elf. Sat at the bar with his back to the girls was a single bronze coloured dragonborn who growled at those next to him to shut up, knowing full well the odds the girls were going to start making out in the middle of the tavern was low. <br><br><br><br>A boy who couldn't have been older than seventeen waited silently by the table with a tray of drinks to deliver to them, but was clearly less than eager to get in the middle of intimidating looking women. He also didn't seem able to decide where his eyes should be lingering. After first being drawn to Bell's unnatural allure, and then hoping to catch Ci'ona's shawl slip to the side, he finally sets his eyes on Justine's armoured form. "Your drink, Ser" he says, serving her first and addressing her as a knight slightly awkwardly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 21:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine smiled at Bell warmly. "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "If I didn't stand up for people, I wouldn't be fit to wear this uniform. If anyone else gives you trouble, just come find me. I'll be working with the town guard." Something about the young girl still struck Justine as... off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She got the impression that Bell was a lot smarter than she let on.<br><br>Justine didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, when the fox-girl made her flamboyant entrance and promptly set upon Ci'ona. While this bold invasion of someone's personal space mortified her, she also felt a certain envy for red-headed girl. There was a vibrant energy there. A youthful vivacity that Justine had forsaken as the price of discipline. Then again, the thought of being that perpetually perky struck her as exhausting.<br><br>The soldier rolled her eyes as the tavern patrons started to gawk at her table mates. She didn't think the two women were actually going to cause trouble, but it would probably be best to deescalate the situation before the oglers got their hopes up too high. She stood up and walked around the table to place firm hands on the Eladrin and fox-girl's shoulders, doing her best to gently, but firmly pry them apart.<br><br>"Now, now, ladies," she said. "I never thought I'd say this in my line of work, but you two aren't nearly drunk enough to cause a scene like this. How about we all have another pint, and mull it over?" She waved gave the serving boy a meaningful nod, then turned to address the crowd. "Alright folks, back to your own business. Nothing to see here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 21:50:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>She was going to, but she stopped. Ci'ona knew her heart, and perhaps she knew Little Bear's. Without pretense she looked at the hand pushing her, and at the woman raising it against her, and that was all.<br><br>"Sit, eat, that's merely existing. Better to go hungry into danger, to keep your body tuned and sharply focused, not sluggish digesting... what is that? Goat's cheese?" Missy waved away the carriers of food and drink. She did not, in fact, have any money at all to pay for amenities such as ale, or stew, or a room for the night. She turned a seat sideways to accommodate the poof of her tails, and joined Ci'ona, and Bell, and Justine there at the table, though her neck craned to see how her rallying cry had met the other adventure-types in the tavern. That dragonborn looked down for a quick quest... but no, she stayed where she was, for now.<br><br>She smiled as big as the new world night sky. "Here's an adventure for you. Do you know what I brought with me?" She opened her bag and unpacked to find what she hoped to surprise them with. It wasn't the bedroll, which she lay beside her seat in a bundle. It wasn' the several discrete decks of cards or the sealed bottle of ordinary wine from across the sea she fully expected to appreciate in value. It was a little cloth bundle with a string tie, smaller than her clenched fist. "These."<br><br>Unfurled with the care of an engagement ring, she revealed a smattering of weird seeds the size of a fingernail, purple-green with curlique tips, a blush of pink where the quiescent life within lay cocooned and mysterious. "These, fairy seeds." Her sharp wink could start a fire in a place so soaked with booze. "Fairy seeds grow fairy flowers which by moonlight glow. The glow of a fairy flower on a full moon, far from civilization, is a sure way to attract magical creatures. Who knows what we'll discover by moonlight in the deep of the woods? A grelith, or morgrethell, or weeper-in-willows, or... something nobody's ever heard of before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 10:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>All Bell basically wanted, was to peacefully munch away at her meal. However, people just kept joining her table and before she knew it, their table was at the center of attention as males gathered, their mouths watering at the faint promise of a heated lesbian scene. “<em>Oh boy..</em>” Thought the ebon-haired lass. <br><br>Luckily Justine intervened before things got out of hand. And this time Bel truly was grateful to have the warlord around. Eventually, as things settled for a moment, Belly managed to finish her meal and delicately wiped her rosy lips with a silken napkin. She more or less kept quiet as the other female-patrons chit-chated..until the sly fox unwarped seemingly ‘wondrous’ seeds. Which caused Bell to raise an eyebrow. Skeptical as always. For all, she knew this all might have been just a hoax, and the seeds were just another sort of pea. Though she had to concede the colors of the beans certainly seemed as flamboyant as their owner herself. <br><br>When missy brought up moonlight and continued with all sorts of creatures such an illuminating flower may attract, her own curiosity got the best of her, like it usually did. That wide set of eyes sparkled with ave. Bell barged right in, interrupting Missy as continued to list the names of various beings…”Or a Dragon moth (https://i.imgur.com/G4laZzr.png)!” <br><br>“its blood is said to be one of the best binding agents… the concoctions I could make with that..!?” Obviously, she realized she was speaking her mind out loud when it was already too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 19:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-sm.jpg)</div> 'Need sustenance Foxy. Can't hunt and stalk without essential nutrition' she said to her, as her stomach rumbled again. 'Besides, a good meal and sleep on something that isn't moving will do wonders for everyone here I believe' and with the tension cut down, she moved back to her seat. It seemed Justine was a natural peacemaker, it suited her she thought. Everyone had a purpose.<br><br>She began to eat again, and listened to the women talk about seeds and fey creatures.<br><br>'Sounds to me like you'd want to catch a fey creature or being. Tell me, what would you do if one came answering your call, seeing your fairy flowers in the moonlight?' her curious nature showing. 'We are here for exploration after all, and if the woods and wildlands are untamed, you may get your wish to see wild fey in their natural habitat.'<br><br>She ate a bite of bread, and washed it down with water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 20:32:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine nodded in agreement. "First rule of logistics: An army marches on its stomach," she said. "And a month of hardtack biscuits doesn't count as food." She didn't mind spartan, but hardtack was a crime against tastebuds. And teeth.<br><br>The seeds worried her, though. "I'm not so sure how I feel about calling magical creatures," she said. "That sounds like asking for trouble. But if you're intent on doing it, I suppose I should tag along. You know. So I can write up a detailed report in case things go horribly wrong."<br><br>She went to take another bite, and paused, fork half-way to her mouth when Bell mentioned binding agents and concoctions. "Wait. You're an alchemist? Wizard?" Her picture of Bell was rapidly shifting, and she wasn't sure what to make of the girl now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 12:03:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8b/c6/cb/8bc6cbc90728451240e855aa0731b444--lord-of-the-rings-middle-earth.jpg)</div><br>Before anyone knew it their time was up and they were expected at the town hall. Leaving empty bowls and mugs in the tavern new arrivals began making their way up the small hill to the only building in town that appears to have had any real effort put into its appearance. Inside was a large hall with a long fire pit down the middle to huddle around on cold nights, but for now it was simply lit by touches along the walls. At the far end was a raised stone platform where one might expect a comfortable chair or throne from whence a noble would to preside judgement over their subjects. Instead a pair of middle aged men simply sat on the step, the town clerk standing near them as the three discuss the new arrivals. Both men had an air of nobility to them. The older of the two was scarred and bore some sort of sigil of office around his neck that marked him as the leader of the colony while the younger wore armour that had clearly seen battle and was strikingly handsome. <br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4c/63/23/4c632335baf64abaae57c558e48998de--male-noble-rpg-noble.jpg)<br><br>The men wrap up a conversation with a large number of new farmers as they see their next appointment arriving and offer the girls cushions on the wooden floor to sit. <br>“I am Jacob, the mayor here, and this is Issac, the guard captain” the scarred one says, motioning at the armoured figure beside him. “We are the architects of this colony effort. Welcome.” <br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/zt8vZX5.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 17:52:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>An hour, it had already been an hour prancing around the tavern and stirring up idle imaginations and curbed libidos. The more grains of sand in her hourglass, the swifter any one seemed to pass, and with a cool million hours to her tails already, this one had been the fastest yet. She hadn't eaten, but she had made plans to plant fairy seeds in the deep, dark forest with these women. Missy accompanied her new friends to the steps of the longhouse on the hill.<br><br>It pleased her more than most anything to inhabit a frontier like this. The stagnation in the tavern was a pimple on an otherwise robust endeavor. She filled her lungs with the air of newly turned soil and lumber mill sawdust and weatherproofing tar. Finally the way of the world had come around again to mortal man huddled in humble villages, before the brink of wilderness primeval, and Oinari coached her as a mediator between the two. <em>What would you do if one came answering your fairy flowers in the moonlight, </em>Ci'ona had asked her, and she knew, though she could not say. There was too much she left vague on the approach up those lofty longhouse steps, and her companions had every right to fear Mischievous Three Tailed Fox Goads Devil would tear the lords' pillows open with her teeth.<br><br>But Missy had met with human leaders before. She stood before the wise man and warrior-king of New Hearth with a courtly calm, and raised her tails like a gown bustle to accept the proffered seat. A pillow vanished beneath the breadth of her hips.<br><br>"May your rule be long Mayor Jacob, and your vigil safe Captain Isaac." Her name was in that book, after a fashion. They must have known who she was, if not her ginger-tailed race. She waited to learn the purpose of this visit, and scanned the body language to her left and right for who among them would speak for the group. Justine, right? It had to be Justine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 18:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-sm.jpg)</div>Meal eaten, stomach satisfied for now, they lingered for a bit over their meal, before finally deciding to leave. Ci'ona finished up her water, those among her would notice that they had never seen her partake of alcohol, either on the ship, nor in the tavern. She did, however, eat enough for two likely, given her hunger. When they rose to leave, she left a few extra coins on the table for the staff, to show her favor at their service and handling of things. Once outside, she took her sandals off for the walk. She hated shoes, and would go without as much as possible. She knew, however, that she'd have to put them back on when they reached the next stop on their initial tour. For now, they were stowed in her satchel until they arrived at their destination.<br><br>She was glad to note that Missy had caught the question she asked and regarded it with the mischievous intent she had meant. It was a loaded question of course, and Ci'ona was sure she'd eventually get an answer. <br><br>She observed as they walked, and then right before entering the next building, put her sandals back on. Pillows on the floor, that was interesting. <br><br>'Thank you for the kind words and welcome' the eladrin said, before taking a seat. She too decided that Justine was likely the best among them to speak for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 22:38:49</strong>
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				Justine was still worried about this whole "fairy seeds" business, but that would have to wait until later. Later presumably meaning when Missy decided it was time to set up and was bodily dragger her off in this fool adventure. For someone so bubbly, the fox-girl seemed to be all business, even if her business was utterly bizarre to Justine.<br><br>Once she had settled up her bill, Justine set a brisk pace to the town hall. Time for her to get down to business, too. Though she realized the colony was still under construction, the lack of chairs did throw Justine for a moment, and she opted to kneel on the proffered pillow, while maintaining her usual straight-backed posture.<br><br>"My Lords," she said. "It is an honour to be here. I am Justine Hestia Galesong, of House Galesong. My family has taken great interest in your colony, and wishes to see it prosper. I am pledged to your service in that endeavour."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 00:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div> The tailed female certainly caught Bell’s attention with the idea of a “fairy flower”. Which had her distracted for a moment, letting her guard down. Although they were seated at the same table, Bell was more or less wary of strangers. Only revealing carefully chosen facts about herself. <br><br>“Erm...Well, witchcraft offers quite a broad spectrum of skill sets..” Winked Bell at the aspiring guardswoman, intently leaving the answer somewhat vague. Finished with her meal and pleasantly tipsy from the pint, Justin had ordered for the merry group, Bell decided to follow this colorful group of females towards the town hall. <br><br>She was the last one to enter the vast hall. She couldn’t shake the feeling of intimidation as she glanced at the raised stone platform at the end of the hall. The flickering light of torches that littered the walls, emitted a warm light, which danced across Bell’s finely rounded noble features. <br><br>Their group was received by two mature, armor-clad a males. Bell instantly noted the aura of authority lingering upon them, as well as the subtle handsomeness, which both of them seemed to have in common. However, it were the scars one of them was bearing, which she found utterly exciting. <br><br>Bell simply nodded kindly at the welcome and like her fellow patrons and awaited her turn to speak if needed. She took a seat on a pillow behind everyone else. As Justine introduced herself, Bell concluded her preconception, the warrior was certainly nobility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 01:11:40</strong>
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				Issac offers his arm to Justine and grips her wrist in a warrior’s version of a hand shake. “Glad to have you” he tells her, “The guard has been under strength for a while now.”<br><br>“Your arrival is most fortuitous,” the mayor tells the whole group. “In a short while the moon will be up, and it will be a full one. Ever since we arrived here a strange apparition has troubled us every full moon. A tower appears in the moonlight to the south of the village along the coast, something that we know not to be there in the light of day.” <br><br>The guard captain takes up the story from there and says “The first few months we assumed people where jumping at shadows, uneasy in a new strange land and all that. But then we saw it too and sent a couple of guards to investigate. They never returned and frankly we’ve not had the men to spare for a follow up investigation.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 01:51:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine returned Isaac's grip firmly, and instantly felt her respect for the Captain rise several degrees. He was a serious warrior, like her not a foppish political appointment, or a lout who had risen to the level of their own incompetence. His assignment only cemented her confidence in him. She'd worried that her commanding officer might see her as just a pretty face, and put her somewhere "safe." Instead, he'd given her a mission that was not merely dangerous, but outright mysterious.<br><br>She nodded, and replied, "I suspect this is a task that will require a specialized expertise. Clearly there is powerful magic at work here, and I would hesitate to meddle with the most trivial magicks without the counsel of a mage. Although," she took in the unfinished state of the settlement. "I suppose at this early stage, magical expertise is somewhat difficult to come by."<br><br>She glanced back at her companions. "I suppose this is what adventurers are for," she said with the smallest quirk of a smile. "Unconventional problems call for unconventional heroes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 02:09:02</strong>
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				"Aye" the captain replies, his eyes drifting over the other women seated before him. "A person gets what they earn here" he declares, speaking up a little, "We'll suffer no layabouts, but if you're willing to help with problems like these we'll offer what comforts we can afford." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 16:11:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-sm.jpg)</div> He first thoughts regarding them men was soon confirmed. There were not enough. Following up on that was mention of the disappearing tower. That certainly was not natural, but none here needed to be reminded of that simple fact. The fact that it had been brought up to them, so quickly, was an indication of the need. <br><br>She nodded. 'Yes, of course. I will be glad to join those that seek what it is. A strange phenomena such as this is unnerving at the least, and potentially worse. We should definitely move with swift purpose to see what it is, and see what can be done about it. We will also see about your men that have disappeared' she said. That was all she needed to say really about accepting the task. She would see it through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 19:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>The way Justine spoke surprised her, though when she thought back to the tavern, it oughtn't have. <em>I suppose </em>and <em>I suspect, </em>these were declarations of feelings, an empathic appeal. Justine seemed to be a peacemaker. This was a fine way to coexist in the rival tribes of man. There were no concepts in the Goblin language for such sentimentality, there was no vocabulary. A goblin song came to her mind, <em>We be goblins, you be food, </em>and she considered the cloistered Bell over her shoulder. Her smile was fierce; it belonged on a fox.<br><br>"Captain Isaac, the scions of Oinari are born pioneers. The day I sit idly is the day I curl up in my nine tails and surrender my spirit for a new kitsune to be born. Moonlight towers and mysteries the heavenly foxes must have seen, for Oinari guided my hand to pack these." Again she withdrew the small bag. "These, fairy seeds."<br><br>"Rare and special are star indigo plants, which glow in resonance with the full moon. Its magnificent flowers will do wonders to beautify New Hearth and improve the morale of its people, but what's more, forewarn you of the coming of such a moonlight tower." Nimble fingers juggled the pouch with movements the eye could not possibly follow, like a magician's trick. "And I would gladly give them to you, in exchange for... mm... what comforts you can afford."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 23:05:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>That smile which Bell carried certainly seemed as sly as foxy one. It was obviously fueled by the thrill between her milky thighs, while her enchanting gaze contemplated Jacob's stern and serious expression.<br><br>*The mayor huh?* Wicked thoughts clouded her mind, but only for a mere moment.<br><br>The situation with the tower certainly caught her attention and the desperation in the man's voice made it crystal clear. This newly discovered continent is not as plain as it appears. <br><br>Bell subtly raised one of her eyebrows as Cio'na so willingly offered her help to see about the missing scouting group. The warlock mind was selfishly set on precious knowledge the shifting tower might harbor. After all, she didn't come all the way here to waste her time and look for survivors. <br><br>She gracefully brushed some of those dark locks behind her ear. "Ahm.." Bell cleared her throat softly as if announcing she was about to speak. "If the fading tower truly is a source of magic, perhaps I and Ciona might expose some of its mysteries?" She was clearly offering help.<br><br>Her plush, rosy lips moved slightly almost as if she was speaking an incantation as she addressed the mayor. Her voice as alluring as the promise of those star indigo plants, the redhead kept mentioning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 03:19:33</strong>
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				Jacob turned his head ever so slightly to look directly at Bell, nodding ever so slightly and saying to her "Thank you dear, when it comes to magics we are a little out of our depths." He offered her a smile, maintaining his dignity but perhaps showing the man is not immune to Bell's charms. <br><br>Issac was more focused on Missy, confused somewhat by the seeds, but skeptical. "You new arrivals will have to take up in tents until new homes can be built, we've had a lack of iron for nails but our blacksmith will get on that first thing tomorrow now that we have new supplies. Those who help solve problems like these will go to the top of the list, and will earn themselves a wage as well. We can discuss magic beans at a later date."<br><br>The pair of them stood up, thanked the girls, and (politely) made it clear they needed to get on with that while the men had more appointments. "Follow the bay south on this side, you'll find the tower before you reach the sea."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 13:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/ae2011d2d9f5cb251a71741e389dffd9/tumblr_p04fsfLjAm1tk4029o2_r1_1280.jpg)</div> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gaz the Lionslayer would have never imagined that getting <em>off</em> the boat would be more difficult than getting on. Sure, she and the nine members of her clan that had come with her had sneaked aboard in the dead of night, but the mooring ropes were <em>slippery</em>! Staying aboard the boat hadn't been that easy either, especially after they had been found out. But it was what it was, and after a few hours of making sure the goblins were "colonists,," the processed moved towards another good while of Gaz and her company arguing about who got what name. And of course there was poor Greyfoot, who was deathly afraid of having his name written down and who tried to eat the ledger to get his soul back... <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By hook or by crook though, they got through it... Just in time to go meet the local lords. A little late on that, actually. No matter. Gaz thumped her lieutenant Marblefang on the head and pointed him towards the shore; with the sort of noises only a pack of goblins can make, the tribe rushed towards the shore, happy to terrorize the local mollusks and crustaceans as Gaz took on duties official-like. She was, after all, the chosen one! She strode down the street of the little town, drawing stares, whispers and inspiring a few shuttered doors. She knew the locals were impressed! She made sure that her lucky tail didn't drag by tossing it up and over her shoulder, pinned under her hammer. That this left part of her rear end exposed didn't bother her at all. As she got more stares, she actually strutted a bit, the rest of the way up to the mayoral manor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gaz looked up at the other woman, committing them to memory; they were here, so they must be important too! She ignored the gawking of the farmers as they dispersed, and thumped her knuckles against her chest when the men introduced themselves. <strong>"Gaz! The Lionslayer! I am chosen warrior of the Skinny Jackal Clan, now the Rickety Boat Clan."</strong> She says all this as if her name and clan ought to be famous the world over. Formalities done, she claims a pillow when offered, setting her hammer behind her and sitting with her legs out, cat's tail draped over her lap. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She listened, one long ear perking upwards. <strong>"<em>Tchk</em>, sorcery is always bad news. I'll help!"</strong> She looked over the other semi-volunteers, and beaming a big smile to them all. <strong>"You look like you will need it. But!"</strong> She pokes a finger into the air, looking at the mayor. <strong>"I help, and you help to find a place for Rickety Boat clan; maybe in town, maybe somewhere else, dunno. We're few, and need a new home." </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So saying, she stood, using her hammer to push herself up off the cushion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 14:27:59</strong>
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				Neither mayor nor captain really knew how to respond to the goblin stowaway. It was the captain who found his words first however and tells her "Good. I'm sure we can find a suitable home for the Rickety Boat clan, so long as people's belongings and pets don't go missing. Good luck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 17:48:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-xs.jpg)</div> 'Tents are fine, I prefer to sleep outdoors anyway, and if it's not raining a tent isn't necessary either, but thank you for indicating that future lodgings will be available' she answered in her accented common. She had turned when the goblin spoke, taken aback by the fact that they hadn't even heard her slip in. She nodded. The goblins words sounded sincere, and she was pleased to see that the men were amenable to her request. All the help that could be mustered seemed to be the order of the day.<br><br>She stood when they were dismissed. <br><br>'Well, it seems we have a quest of sorts' she said to the others. She extended a hand to the goblin. 'Well met Gaz the Lionslayer' she offered by way of greeting. 'I am Ci'ona, this is Missy, although she will likely have a more eloquent introduction for you herself; Justine and Bell' she said, indicating who each person was in turn while naming them.<br><br>'Nothing like mysterious magic to get one's curiosity piqued.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 16:11:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>At the sound of her name Missy turned and waved. She was at the bottom of the steps already, limbering up for the trek ahead.<br><br>And what did that look like, with a Dexterity of 20?<br><br>Touching her toes was never a problem. She began instead touching her heels by behind over backward in a fiery loop, transferring her upright weight to her hands. Gradually, without shiver or halt, her toes reached out east and west, then north and south, completing the sphere touching ground. Her knees held her shoulders for a count of ten before standing tall, shaking out her tails, and exhaling. She had not touched her toes, but touched every part of her body with her toes instead. This was her prelude to sleeping under the stars with four strange women. <em>Look at how nimble and free I am. You could be like me. </em><br><br>"Let's go, while I'm still hungry! There's yearning in my core and adventure in my sights. I've got a spool of rope, a lantern against the darkness, and a bottle of wine for celebration. We go to lands unconquered for to find a moonlight tower and all the wonders within. I'll scout ahead, you lot follow behind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 18:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div><br>As the little goblin barged into the town hall, Bell couldn’t help the wrinkling of her nose. The green skin obviously carried a stench. She didn’t even want to know where the creature had rolled around. She was oblivious to the fact that goblins had been on the ship with them. Crafty fellas found themselves a hole to hide in perhaps? Since Bell felt utter hatred for Orcs, sometimes her wrath would spread to other races, which she deemed similar in nature. Goblins for example. Gaz’s enthusiasm for adventure thought brought a smile to her flawless face. <br><br>Before joining up with the seemingly hyperactive foxy. Bell managed to settle into the tents they were provided. Which looking rather simplistic. She didn’t mind that at all. Being raised in a shabby cottage in the swamplands, Bell was used to conditions much worse than that. Before heading for the track, Missy was so eager to scout ahead, Bell did whisper an incantation which caused the fabric-pleated-tent door to seal itself with an odd flapping noise. She didn’t anyone fumbling around her stuff. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 21:04:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>There was something about Gaz that made Justine smile. She'd never expected she'd ally herself with goblins, but there was such a sincerity about this one that she couldn't refuse her help. If nothing else, this "Lionkiller" (Justine chuckled at the obvious boast) had much clearer drives and motivations than the rest of her companions. All this magic and mystery had her a little overwhelmed, but this Rickety Boat clan was looking to secure a new home, and an alliance with the people of this settlement. That was a worthy aim in her mind.<br><br>"Welcome aboard, Gaz," she said. "I hope this is the start of a long friendship between the people of New Hearth and the Rickety Boat clan."<br><br>They were hardly out the door when Missy began leading the charge out to the tower. Justine sighed. She'd been hoping to get a bath in before they left, but this was probably for the best. The longer they waited, the less chance they'd have to find those soldiers alive.&nbsp; Better to strike out now-<br><br>Justine's train of thought was interrupted as the Missy performed a rather... impressive? Impressive was not the right word, but it was <em>a</em> word to describe the fox-woman's stretching routine. Justine simply blinked, and decided to continue on without comment. Maybe she should have grabbed that bath first. This was going to be a long journey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>06-12-2017, 03:23:41</strong>
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				(https://pre00.deviantart.net/c192/th/pre/i/2011/186/a/2/wizards___tower_by_harmal-d3l1dg3.jpg)<br><br>The eastern side of the bay entrance is all high cliffs and solid rock, a good buffer against the strong winds blowing in off the ocean but rather inaccessible and with a single large dead tree growing out the top like some ominous omen. The western side where the tower was said to be is much smaller, with some hills and cliffs right at the bay entrance, but quickly fading off into sandy shores further along. It is right there at the entrance, at the top of a rough natural path, where the party first spots the tower in the moonlight. After an hours walk the last light of the sunset is long gone and the bright moon fills the sky, reflecting off the domed roof of an elegantly crafted but run down tower.<br><br>It must be at least five stories tall, built in a perfect place to watch over the entrance to the bay and perform a role as an early warning against attack by sea, but as the women approach Ci’ona and Missy are able to notice that the windows and the balconies on the middle level only face inwards towards the island.<br><br>At the top of the path, half buried by overgrowth, is an old and rotting wooden door blocking the party’s path. The lock looks rusted and useless, but something blocks it from the other side, so it won’t simply open. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>08-12-2017, 11:10:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>Under moonlight Missy sniffed the gaps in the decomposing tower and showed her teeth. "Danger," she reported. "Something is... piled against the inside, I think. Barricaded. The tower must have new occupants. No beasts mark this territory. Strange."<br><br>Here she unshouldered her bag and created a mobile outpost beneath the watchful eye of a tower balcony. Back to the stones, gazing in tandem with the watchers of old at the village she'd adopted for her own, she braced her boots against an oiled wooden crossbow stirrup and winched deadly pressure into the string, squeaking, clicking on an old well-worn mechanism that could fail any day now. "Have you seen the play about the stone face of the gods? A face in the mountain tells the villagers to sacrifice gold and food at its altar. One day, the stone face demands a virgin sacrifice."<br><br>Missy pulled a length from her fifty feet of rope, and handily tied off a lasso snare. "The chosen virgin is the love of the young hero's life. He pleads with them not to obey the stone face, but the ground shakes and the eyes flash and everyone is afraid. So he goes alone, and climbs into the mountain's mouth. Inside there is only an old hermit, living off the fat of the village, and manipulating them through tricks. The hero slays him, and weds his love, and they lead their village wisely til the end of their days."<br><br>Twirl, twirl, twirl, she launched her lasso up among the decor of a gaping balcony for leverage to climb.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Acrobatics result: 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-08 04:07:35, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111000)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>08-12-2017, 12:38:34</strong>
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				Missy's lasso catches on one of the stone blocks around the balcony. It holds fast when tested and forms a safe and perfectly viable way up onto the balcony, where tinted glass windows and a tiny (and very breakable) latch are all that keeps people out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 01:58:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine gave Missy an approving nod before leaping up onto the rope, scaling it easily. <em>Just like in basic,</em> she thought. She wasn't sure what to make of Missy's poeticizing. Somehow she suspected that this mystery tower was more than just the wily trickery of a lonely illusionist. Soldiers were missing, and until they were found Justine wanted to be prepared for a worst-case scenario.<br><br>As she reached the balcony, and swung herself up easily over the railing. She drew her sword, as quietly as possible, and tried to peer in through the tinted glass, seeking any sign of movement. Leaning back over the railing, she beckoned for her companions to follow, then readied herself to smash in the window should swift action be required.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 05:20:06</strong>
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				Ci'ona scampered up the rope much like a squirrel would climb up a tree. Not very technical and not very graceful, but she made her way up the rope nonetheless and moved behind Justine, peering around. She waited for the others, making sure there was room at the top for anyone who had not made their way up yet. It was obvious that she had more animal like movements in situations like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 07:01:44</strong>
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				Justine peeks through a panel of rose tinted glass, dirty with age. It’s a little hard to see, but inside the tower appears to be a single large room with a spiral staircase on the other side and some old rotting furniture in the middle. It must have been a nice lounge once, with cushioned sofas and a sturdy table that still stands in the very center of the circular room. A small book case to the left of the window once held stacks of scrolls, most of which have turned to dust now. To the right of the window is, of all things in the middle of this once idyllic little lounge, is a long burned out campfire where logs, chair legs, and at least a couple of scraps of scroll have been burned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 16:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>First thing Bell did when the group arrived at the tower, was place one of her nimble palms onto the brick wall. "Hmm..deffinitely solid." The atmosphere around this place caused a cold shiver to run down her spine. Missy's lasso skills certainly didn't go by unnoticed. Bell chuckled amused as she pictured missy using her lasso to catch lush females, she so obviously strives for.<br><br>She awaited her turn for the rope. She had little problems with it, given her own body's shape being relatively lithe. She warped the rope around one of her slender arms, while using the other to pull herself up. Her feet planted against the wall for support. Once on the little balcony, she stood her ground behind everyone else. Her senses sharp as her dagger.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>11-12-2017, 11:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/ae2011d2d9f5cb251a71741e389dffd9/tumblr_p04fsfLjAm1tk4029o2_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The green skin was in fact no stinkier than anyone else who had spent a month on a ship. Not that bell would likely get close enough to get a good sniff (being polite, Gaz would have returned the favor.) <strong>"Good,"</strong> she had announced to the captain, then paused., <strong>"...What's a... pet?"</strong> She'd heard humans use the word 'belongings' before, and had a rough idea what that meant, but that was a new one. After the inevitable explanation that some animals were not for eating, despite being very tasty, while others, 'strays" were okay to eat, even if they were the same kind of animal, it was settled that the major distinction was that a pet lived in a house like a person. Why people lived in houses, Gaz decided not to ask, the captain was seeming impatient and, tell you the truth so was she. So <em>eventually</em> they were dismissed. She took Ci'ona's hand in both of hers, sniffing the palm curiously, then letting go, seemingly puzzled at the gesture. <strong>"Call me Gaz, like I said."</strong> She looked up at the eladrin, then up at all the other women, and gave a very wide, somewhat buck-toothed smile. <strong>"You're all so <em>small!</em> Don't worry; Gaz has your backs!"</strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The hike up to the tower was easy going. of course, Gaz was so light on her feet, in her cat-skin "armor' that you might think she could just bounce to the front of the tower without even a slight winding. Maybe she actually <em>could</em>, if it weren't for the large hammer she was bringing along. She bared her teeth and hissed when the tower shimmered out of the moonlight. <strong>"I hate when they do that,"</strong> she announced matter-of-factly as they finished their approach. When Missy sniffed at the door, she followed suit, nudging it with her shoulder. When it refused to budge, she hefted her hammer, brought it up over her head... and paused as Missy began... saying whatever that was.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gaz was confused. In that time, the lasso went up and caught at the top of the tower. <strong>"Oh, look at you, being smart. That's exactly what I was going to do! Good idea."</strong> She makes as if the hammer-raising was just a little exercise she does, bending side-to-side with it still raised overhead, before re-securing it to the harness on her back. Using her hands and feet both - apparently goblins have very agile toes - she clambered up the rope with little struggle at all, and onto the balcony. when Justine drew her weapon, so did Gaz. First though, she stepped forward, and cupped one of her long, pointed ears to the glass, listening intently, then shaking her head. <strong>"Dun' hear nothin'. Let's smash it and get in."</strong> She took up her hammer... and just used the butt of it to pop the rusted old latch free. "Smash" comes in many sizes, and this is just the smallest demonstration of her power over the concept.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception +0</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-11 04:34:36, Gaz (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111277)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 07:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>Missy was the last to climb, and a clean cut behind her lasso knot left plenty of rope still to spare. There could yet be chickens or lushes ahead of them to wrangle.<br><br>What a relief Gaz was willing to do the smashing. With all the tension ratched back in her crossbow, a simple stock whip might send an errant bolt sailing all the way back to New Hearth. She waited for the latch to bash open and the dust to billow out, and at once resumed her scouting duties with a long reaching dive right over Gaz's ears, a tumble through the lovely character of the dust of ages, she crouched in the dark room, eyes reflective like a cat's. Alert, but not too alert, because she took the time to grin at Gaz.<br><br>Sensitive nose dipped down over the snuffed fire. "Burning old paper for fuel." The swish of three tails accentuated her spring up right, and their color muted with streaks of grey. There would never be another perfume like the dust of a moon-tower's most ancient texts. Brushing it off her palms, her tails, her somersaulted hips would be a sin like felling the oldest living tree.<br><br>"How silly when there are trees all around. Oh! Do you suppose our men became trapped, and had to camp out in some strange sidereal world?"<br><br>Something bright orange oughtn't be able to scamper through the farm fence in the dead of night and infiltrate a coop of paranoid hens and snatch away a plump meal without raising alarm. Perhaps the nature of foxy stealth was easier to understand once she became a little dusty, and began to slink along the natural contours of the library with a fluid spine, and sank into every cobwebbed shadow like a cozy blanket. Missy could be a very stealthy creature. Perhaps she'd been a thief all her life.<br><br>But no, she wouldn't call herself that. She would call herself an adventurer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 11:33:36</strong>
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				As the agile fox bounds into action dusty and stale air flows out the opening. It strikes the party in the face, and to Bell especially it stank of magic. Fey magic specifically. To most the building is an elegant watchtower, Ci'ona can recognize the architecture as Eladrin. Very old, though not ancient Eladrin, and it is in their script that what little of the scrolls remain appears to be written. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 14:49:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-xs.jpg)</div> 'This is familiar. Built by my people' she said to them as they began to look around. 'The scent of fey magic, not unlike the scent that comes from some of the spells that I use and conjure up' she added as she walked around. 'This is not ancient work of my people though, at least it doesn't seem like it. It seems to be newer, or at least, hasn't aged' and she took a look at the writings to see if she could discern anything intelligible or useful from them. It seemed that they were written in her people's language.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 18:22:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div><br>Bell braced herself as the boisterous goblin shamed them an entrance with loud hullabaloo. Tough she was grateful for such actions, she didn’t deem it wise to disturb this place with unnecessary clang and clatter. As soon as the waft of air from inside stroked her groomed delicate exterior, she immediately recognized a fey pattern was weaved into the dust itself. <br><br>“This place has fey magic entwined in its very essence..” The warlock shared her observation as she wiped some dust off its surface and rubbed it between two of her delicate fingers. Obviously agreeing with Ci'ona on that matter.<br><br>Excitement flooded her prying mind as she slipped inside, embracing the darkness like she would her blanket on a chilly morning. After all, as a disciple of shadows, she had been taught to see even in the darkest of places. <br><br>She treads lightly through the desolate library, carefully browsing through the crumbling paper scrolls. Wondering if she might find something intact, something of use? Something that might unshroud this towers secrecy? <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception +0</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-12 11:09:48, Bell (uid: 60485) rolls: 1d20 Result: 3</div></div> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 03:29:15</strong>
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				There are several scrolls written in elvish script that all seem to have the same formatting and same basic information on them, the one on the top of the pile reads as follows:<br><br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/IZXGSwj.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 07:48:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine frowned as Missy cut the rope behind them. "We shouldn't cut off our escape route," she scolded. "One group already went missing investigating this place. Let's not make it two." She looked down as Gaz carefully broke the latch open, and raised an grinned slightly. "I've never known goblins to show such restraint," she said. "Remarkable."<br><br>The soldier then joined Bell in perusing the records curiously. New Hearth was such a recent colony that she doubted she'd be able to glean much from these dates, but perhaps it might match up with the smattering of trivia was already known about the island. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">History Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-13 00:38:15, Justine (uid: 60242) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111390)<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 01:52:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>None of the dates made much sense to Justine, so little was known about this island at this point. Still, she'd hang on to the records. Perhaps there was a scholar back in New Hearth who might glean something from them.<br><br>"I'm not sure there's much on this floor to discover," she told her allies. "It would be prudent to secure the ground floor first, and unblock the entrance. We might also find evidence of the missing patrol down there. My guess is they would have tried to breach the front door, rather than climb to one of the windows as we did."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 12:26:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/ae2011d2d9f5cb251a71741e389dffd9/tumblr_p04fsfLjAm1tk4029o2_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gaz gave Justine a sidelong look with her red, cat-slitted eyes. <strong>"Don't want to use all my smash in <em>one</em> place,"</strong> she admitted, then watched the others clamber in. Mostly Missy. "Is that one okay? Stsayed in the sun too long when we were on the boat?" She asked Justine, circling a finger around her head to emphasize that yes, she was asking if Missy was insane.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gaz finally clambered in as well, sniffing around a bit, wrinkling her little nose in disgust. <strong>"Pfeh, <em>faeries</em>, always nothing but problems."</strong> She stalked over to the remains of the campfire, squatting down and stirring a finger through the ashes, then tasting them. It was probably too old to tell her anything, but you never know. That done, she stands, and starts poking about the floor they're on, in case of enemies, treasure, or enemies with treasure. Or a doorway to another portion of the tower, perhaps?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">First thing i'm havign Gaz do is make a Nature check to try to determine how old the campfire would be. I <em>presume</em> that's nature? <br>At 2017-12-16 05:22:59, Gaz (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111519)<br><br>And then just your standard everyday perception roll, to find anything of value / threat!<br>At 2017-12-16 05:24:00, Gaz (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111520)<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/dLUEc2d.gif)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 15:45:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-sm.jpg)</div> 'Hey!' she said to Gaz. 'Not all faeries are trouble' and with that, she wrinkled her nose at the dates. They made no sense to her either at this point, she was only really sure that her people had built this place, and had been here at one point, that was all for now.<br><br>'We should go up, yes' she said in her thick accent. 'Perhaps there are more clues up there'. <br><br>OOC: Passive Perception 21, Passive Insight 14
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 23:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine grinned back at the little goblin knowingly. "I think that's just how Oinari makes them," she said, with a shrug. She liked Gaz. She was grounded, sensible. And there was just something cute about her. Justine had to restrain herself from ruffling the goblin's hair. It would be unprofessional.<br><br>At Ci'ona's suggestion, Justine shook her head. "Down first. I'd hate to get into trouble upstairs, only to be caught in a pincer because we didn't clear out the lower floor. We should go down first, secure the entrance, make sure our backs are covered, and then work our way back up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 23:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>Down the tower stairs Missy slinked while her new friends were still talking. The noise, she expected, would be an excellent distraction to anyone listening in below. If there was any remorse at all for being scolded by Justine, it did not show through Missy's sprightly demeanor.<br><br>She considered these facts as they knew them all in a jumble. It was concerning that neither of the missing scouts had shown themselves once they began to make noise in the tower. Missy remained steady on the hair trigger crossbow, conscious that the next bedraggled shape she saw could be either friend or foe. Captain Isaac would not approve if she put a foxbolt into one of his men by accident.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth result: 22</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-16 16:38:06, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111564)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception result: 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-16 16:38:42, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111565)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2017, 10:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div><br>Bell snarled at herself! She really tried to get her hands on a parchment which could be of use, however, every paper-scroll she touched crumbled to dust. Tough she raised an eyebrow as the silvery harried soldier, standing nearby pulled out some sort of log. Not that one would be any wiser after reading the elvish script. Bell agreed with Ci'ona on that matter and turned to the little green skin. "Some fae have an odd idea about entertainement...such as kidnapping..orgies under star-light...erm.." It seemed like she could go on and on. "But claiming that they are always trouble, pfft..that's some silly goblin non-sense.." She added with a mischievous giggle before those dark almond eyes pierced once more through the darkness of the room. <br><br>"Perhaps if we were to split up, we might cover more ground?" Bell shared with the group, especially Justine who seemed to take on the role of the leader. Bell had zero interest in looking for survivors, god knows what the fae had done with the group of scouts by now. "Ciona and I could sneak upstairs while you check out the ground floor. This way we'd have better chances of finding survivors?" Lies and deceit. "Besides..If we run into trouble, I'm positive we'll succeed." She winked tantalizingly at Justine. Doubtful tough if the other was able to see it in the blackness of the room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>18-12-2017, 03:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>Justine pursed her lips as she considered the others' positions. Splitting up seemed a poor tactical decision. Ci'ona, she thought, might just be eager to find answers. This tower was crafted by her people, after all. Bell, on the other hand, made her suspicious. That wink didn't help things, either. Justine couldn't decide if the gesture was flirtatious or not, and she didn't like the implications in either case. Was the girl hoping to escape Justine's scrutiny for some secretive purpose?<br><br>The whole situation was deeply frustrating. If she'd been assigned to a platoon of soldiers, there would be a clear chain of command, where orders were orders for better or worse. In this rag-tag band however, there was no such hierarchy. "Fine," she decided. "For the record, I do not consider this a wise decision, but we will split up for now. If you two run into trouble, fall back to us. We'll try and make sure the exit is cleared should we need to retreat." She blinked. "Hang on, where did Missy get off to?" She sighed. The fox girl was going to be the death of her. "Well, let's both keep a lookout for our erstwhile companion, shall we?" With that, she turned to descend the stairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2017, 15:56:42</strong>
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				Missy jumps, dances, twirls, and otherwise exaggerates her movements down the stairs in a surprisingly sneaky way and is gone before anyone notices. She comes out into the darker ground floor. The stink of stale dust and otherworldly magic was stronger down there, but both where overwhelmed by the smell of death.<br><br>The circular room was more Spartan and utilitarian. What few tables and chairs and the one bookcase it had have been piled against the inside of the front door. Leaning against the pile of furniture is a body, old and torn by something with claws. Or fangs. Or both. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2017, 18:04:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-2s.jpg)</div> She snickered at Bell's comments. 'I've had an or-' she paused. 'Nevermind, not the place for that right now. I agree, we can cover more ground between two groups, and I think Bell and I are wise enough to avoid causing a calamity upstairs while we look around. If my people built this place, there may be some clues that only my eyes find, and that has me intrigued. If we run into something beyond our means or need assistance immediately, we will call. I expect you to do the same' the sylvan fey said.<br><br>She began to head up the stairs with Bell on their fact finding mission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evergreen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2017, 19:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div><br>Bell merely chuckled at Ci'ona half-spoken words. But it was enough to make her pale cheeks light up red. She couldn't help herself as images from her homeland and it's frisky shenanigans filled her mind. Those satyrs were certainly carnal, pleasure-seeking creatures.&nbsp; The Sylvan was right, that was certainly not the right moment to discus such debauchery. She shook her head and nodded at Justine. "Sounds like a solid plan." Turning to the darkly tanned female, she added: "You lead and I'll follow." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>21-12-2017, 02:51:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br>Silent she emerged from the shadows to pay her respects. "There is no goodness or beauty in man's death," she told the corpse which seemed to have died alone, cornered, afraid. "When I die, I know a new kitsune will be born, and there will be great rejoicing and tears of happiness. I will take death's hand as a comfort."<br><br>A sunrod rapped on the stone and drowned the small chamber in purifying light. She worked to free a table from the barricade, and did her best to lay the man upon it, and cross his bloodied hands over his belly, observing the wounds as she did. "I am sorry you died," she told him sincerely. "But I've heard priests tell there is a restful place for your spirit, if your gods have record of it. Don't worry." A cloth from the barricade draped over his cooled and dried wounds. "We'll take you from this hidden place and give your grave a name, so you'll never be lost again."<br><br>With meager strength and a great deal of tug of war, Missy disassembled the barricade one piece at a time. It was in this state Gaz and Justine would likely find her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Heal result: 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-20 19:44:32, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111730)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 4e Kingmaker IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>21-12-2017, 03:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br>As Justine descended the stairs she caught the final words of Missy's blessing. The soldier paused, looking at the man's ravaged body, sadness written in her face. She had expected the worst, but she could not entirely absolve herself of a sense of failure. Turning to Missy, she put a hand on the fox-girl's shoulder. <br><br>"Thank you," she said. "Eulogies are not my strong suit." She gave Missy's shoulder a slight squeeze before letting go, and turned to the barricade. "Let me get this."<br><br>Clearing away the miscellaneous debris, she braced her shoulder against the bookshelf and gave a mighty shove.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Athletics</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-20 20:06:26, Justine (uid: 60242) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111732)<br><br>If I had real dice, I'd be tossing them in the trash right now.<br></div></div>
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