By Thorn & Talon [Base Thread] [IC]
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				Title: <strong>By Thorn &amp; Talon [Base Thread] [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>31-05-2017, 22:28:23</strong>
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				A brash wind washed over the plains of the Bluemarch. The vast plains field around the stronghold-town of Steppenwolf. From the main gate's watchtower, anyone with a spyglass (or an especially keen eye) could scan the hills and mountains on the horizon and make out the city-states that ringed the region. <br><br>Dominating the town, even more than the palace of the local merchant-prince, was the Thorn &amp; Talon, an ancient castle-turned-inn catering to the various caravans that crossed through on their way from one edge of the region to the other. <br><br>While the inn bustled with merchants, mercenaries, and other travelers feasting, gambling, making or breaking deals, and or taking in the entertainment, the inn was openly operated by an organization with a very different kind of business. <br><br>The castle's eastern wing, informally referred to as "The Chapel", housed the headquarters of the Choir of Swords assassins guild, and they were currently holding a banquet in their courtyard to honor the assassins recently promoted to elite status<em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> (that's you guys!)</span></em> <br><br>The courtyards was heavily decorated with exotic fauna from across the world, chosen for beauty, thorniness, and toxicity (not necessarily in that order). Tables were set up and crammed with culinary delights (which were not poisoned, in spite of the guild chef's insistence that it would be a great joke and a "test of awareness" for the attendees), and sensuously clad neophytes busily ensured everyone's cups were full. <br><br>Most of the guild's high officers were not yet in attendance. Presumably, they were waiting for everyone to get the chit-chat out before entering, at which point the guild's leader, the Stiletto Queen, would be making her customary speech. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>31-05-2017, 22:49:43</strong>
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				Sanosuke was in attendance relaxing back in his chair casually eating some of the proffered culinary delights and drink. He had a dangerous aura to him to a degree though; his long wild-looking black hair draped down his back as he looked about with bright forest green eyes, his non-human traits shown without shame or a care in the world; the small black scales along his arms and his hair line combined with his backswept dragon-like horns. He was using his sharp looking claws like knives, skewering pieces of meat and eating off them.&nbsp; He didn't speak too much on his own, but he would if engaged. <br><br>For him, being a member of the choir was a step up in life. The bastard son of a nobleman that didn't want to admit he'd had an affair that resulted in a demonspawn. Sanosuke had been left in the streets fairly early on in life and had developed exceptionally keen predatory behavior which lended itself well to ending lives in brutally efficient ways. Clad in a simple long leather pants cuffed into knee-high buckle-fashioned boots, a black and silver buckled belt around his waist with a simple claw-ring on his left ring finger and a bear-claw amulet hanging from his neck. <br><br>He wasn't wearing armor at the time, though he did have at hand. Dropping food or drink onit was always a pain to clean out from it's scaled texture and design.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>01-06-2017, 06:25:58</strong>
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				The festivities had barely begun, but Gilead had gotten an early start on the drinking. Already his breath was probably enough to make a lesser man tipsy, just from the smell. Sadly, Gilead's robust constitution worked against him, and despite his best efforts, he remained depressingly sober, his body purifying the alcohol almost as fast as he could quaff it down. Just one of the many curses his divine favor afforded him.<br><br>Throwing back another tankard, he slammed it down on the table for a replacement, almost managing to keep one nubile neophyte in work all on his own. He cast his eyes about the room wearily, gazing around at the murderous company with which he'd taken to keeping, for some form of entertainment. Truthfully, he couldn't give less of a damn about being recognized as an elite, he was just there for the free booze, and perhaps a woman or two to share his bunk for the night, if fate was feeling generous.<br><br>And to step in when things got out of hand, of course. Nothing like a good brawl to get a party going. A few customers the next morning wouldn't go amiss either, to top off his purse. Recently, it had been getting depressingly small. There'd been something of a dearth of jobs of late that suited his talents.<br><br>Wiping the last of his latest drink from his mouth with the back of his hand, he strolled in the direction of the banquet tables, intent on helping himself to the choicest bits before the rest of the guild-members plucked up the courage to approach. After spending so many years on a battlefield, passing up a free feed was something his conscience simply wouldn't allow him to do. Right now, it seemed the assassins' distrust of the cook was working in his favor. He plucked a large mutton shank, roasted flesh oozing fat, and almost falling off the bone, from the table, flashing a smirk at the person who had been hesitantly eyeing it, daring them to object.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-06-2017, 18:54:18</strong>
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				The Lady walked thru the bustle of the town in a manner that made it hard to follow. Literally stepping out out of midair from a tiny side street by the city gate. She approach this or that merchant, cut thru a tavern, inn, shop and another woman of similar build would come&nbsp; out another entrance.&nbsp; Typically, tucking something she picked up on the way into a discreet pocket or pouch. Towards the end of her circuit of the town, she stepped into one shadowy alley and 'The Lady' stepped out of an alley across from the Thorn &amp; Talon.&nbsp; Regal and imperious, cloaked in magic that declared her presence her presence as she strode thru traffic and into the building.<br><br>As she walked thru the building, she acquired an entourage of staff. Messages, missives, sealed letters, and notes were handed to her or plucked from hands by her unseen servants that followed her bearing them and a dusty bottle of wine and a covered dish straight from the kitchen. She proceeded alone, aside from the two magical servants, into the meeting room and stride towards her place at the table. Close to head of the table to be on hand if needed but not any particular spot of distinction.&nbsp; <br><br>She uncovered her dish and smiled at the delicate steak as she opened the bottle and poured herself a glass before turning to the pile of communiques that were her main task when not wandering the halls of power. There were the few tentative queries to 'commission' someone, most of those got passed on to the 'right' person for the job. Others were notes dealing with moves by the dozens of people she watched to feel the pulse of the courts. Lastly, there were her liaisons, personal encounters to be engineered to her specifications, which let her lead events in ways profitable to the Chior and keep the peace of the realms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 00:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Xinshi.jpg/424px-Xinshi.jpg)<br>Xinshi The Herald (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1206793)<br></div>The novelty of an ancient castle converted into an inn appealed to the poet-musician that strolled through its high arches, seeking out its alcoves, nooks, and eccentricities of character.&nbsp; Xinshi was most drawn to the history behind the place, intrigued by the stories the stones had to tell.&nbsp; Behind each nick and notch, chipped corner, and puckered surface lay a story of violence and passion.&nbsp; Swimming in the sea of humanity that teemed inside the dining areas, the kitchens, and various antechambers, the performer was recognized and warmly greeted by most of the folk celebrating within.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Tell us a story!"</em> cried out an admirer.<br><br><em>"Will you play for us tonight?"</em> asked a well-wisher.<br><br><em>"Do you bring any news of happenings or matters of consequence?"</em> queried the wary.&nbsp; <br><br>With a bow of his head and a murmured phrase of deferment, Xinshi passed through the throngs, making his way to the chapel.&nbsp; Eyeing the neophytes appreciatively, the bard found a suitable table to crouch upon while gesturing for a horn of spirits to be brought to his hand.&nbsp; Slipping his arm around the girl waiting upon him, he gave her a squeeze and a smile before taking a deep draught of the beverage.&nbsp; Spying the entrance of The Lady, he gave a barely perceptible nod of greetings to her before ranging his gaze to Gilead, already deep in his cups and feasting on roasted meat.<br><br><strong>"A man of appetites is a man after my own yearnings, for life lived well is the most satisfying life, wouldn't you say?"</strong> he quipped while playfully slapping the rump of the neophyte in his arm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 16:20:30</strong>
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				She had slipped in mostly unnoticed, as that was how she preferred it. <br><br>She sat idly at one of the tables, glass of water in her hand (the wary and aware never indulged in substances that would dull their senses or reduce their reactions to events around them) and watching. She slowly picked at a plate of bread and fruit, watching the events. It was not very common that such a large, diverse gathering of the organization occurred, and she had deduced that the chance of mischief was increased due to that very thing. Still, it was rather grand to watch, and as a person who enjoyed people watching (which was part of how she made a living) this would be a grand spectacle. She was dressed in a non-descript manner, greys and dark greens making her blend in. She took a sip of the water, washing down some rather bitter fruit and sat back in her chair. She noted those she already knew were in attendance, and made mental notes of the locations of the exits and points of egress, habit was hard to break, even if you were in a 'safehouse'.<br><br>The atmosphere was turning electric. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 17:45:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><br>The sealed and encrypted envelope she received did not prepared her for the details of the headquarters of the guild, she expected something darker and far more concealed to the common eye than a castle turned, not only it attracted everyone gazes but it was also open to the regular folk. Yet she thought, as she traveled with her company of foreign 'actors' sometimes the best place to hide is just at plain of everyone.<br><br>Looking like a human diviner from another lands Vulra stepped alone into the building leaving her also disguised crew in her wagon that was fashioned as a mobile scenario while also keeping a psychic bond with a couple of her undead servants. Let's see how these people treat their special guests she thought as her interest increased with every step she took, at least she was not the only one in foreign clothing so she didn't stood out that much and so taking a sit in an empty seat she focused on the delicacies being offered and the exquisite view of the place while also scanning the other special guests.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 19:20:21</strong>
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				The bard's gaze caught Gilead's attention well enough. The paladin glanced back, helped himself to an entire serving platter from the table, and sauntered in the Tian's direction, parting the throng of curious admirers already beginning to gravitate towards the bard. Finding a comfortable place to lean, he waved the tray within reach of the bard, effortlessly supporting the heavily laden silver tray in a single hand.<br><br>"Fancy a nibble? 's probably safe enough to eat. Hasn't got me yet, fer what it's worth." For emphasis, he tore another hunk of his shank from the bone, steaming juices dribbling down onto his hand. As he finished his mouthful, he set the tray down within a comfortable arms reach.<br><br>"I suppose a congratulations is in order then, now yer one of the top dogs. Buggered if I know why they had to go dragging me into it as well though..."<br><br>Gil was an infamously gruff fellow, modest in his own way, and he sure as hell wasn't about to accept his new rank without a proper grumble. Though he could go toe to toe with the best of them, he was no assassin,&nbsp; not in his mind, anyway. Better to leave all that cloak and dagger stuff to those with a penchant for it. But fortunately, the grizzled veteran didn't dwell on his complaints long. He seemed quite jovial, at least compared to usual.<br><br>"Bloody oath! Don't let me spoil yer mood. How's business?"<br><br>From where he leaned, Gilead watched the crowd. It wasn't a bad spot, he could comfortably keep an eye on the door as people trickled in, his height affording him an excellent view over the throng. The ranger went unnoticed, just another face in the crowd, as she slipped surreptitiously in, exactly as she'd intended, but an exotic looking woman, quite the looker, managed to pique his interest. Obviously not from around here, his eyes followed her as she found herself a seat. As she scanned around the guests, he met her gaze with a grimace that was probably supposed to be a smile and a raised tankard, yet another new one. He gave Xinshi a nudge. The bard ought to be far more knowledgeable about the guests than Gilead was. <br><br>"Know her, over there? The one in the funny dress..?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 19:35:53</strong>
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				Sanosuke looked over at the others as they filed in or called attention to themselves. He was always alert to what was around him, though he wasn't nearly as paranoid about it as he used to be; but being observant was never a bad thing. Though he did think it was a little odd to have a paladin amongst them; assassinations weren't usually something those types of people did unless it was somehow religious in some aspect. The bard just struck him a gaudy fop but being seen yet unseen was important, and being an entertainer was probably the best way to do so. Nobody ever expected the pretty boy playing an instrument to shank them afterall. <br><br>Vulra drew his attention as well, always being one to appreciate physical beauty and would simply give a nod in her direction.&nbsp; Now when the "The Lady" showed up, he turned to watch her coming in, that woman drew so much attention it was difficult not to pay attention to her. She seemed busy as always, he'd take the origami message and put it away to read later to avoid ruining his meal and leaned back on his chair, sipping at his spiced wine as he listened to what was going on, nodding a greeting to others. <br><br>"This is certainly a step up from what I'm used to." He laughed a bit. The drink wasn't nearly strong enough to damage his constitution enough to even get him buzzed....yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 20:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><hr><br>The sounds of the festivities came through as a muted din into the subterranean lab.&nbsp; If Triss knew that there was something going on that she was supposed to attend it didn't seem particularly important to her at the moment.&nbsp; Bloodied fingers continued to carefully work needles and pull string through the wet, and only room-temperature, flesh on the table before her.&nbsp; The animals were long since dead, but it was an academic experiment, not a functional one.&nbsp; The housecat's tail had been removed, and most of the flesh peeled away where it met the spine of the animal.&nbsp; In its place she worked to suture a more common garden snake.&nbsp; The snake was bisected along its length to give her access to the various muscles and nerves within.&nbsp; Red, mono-colored eyes narrowed in focus as she worked, attempting to ignore the distractions from outside.<br><br>Of course her attention was soon distracted by a noise <em>inside</em> her lab:&nbsp; "<em>Mizztrezz,</em>" came the tiny voice from somewhere beneath her black cloak, "<em>haz ye fergottin zhe zeremoanie?</em>"<br><br>At the question she frowned, eyes narrowing further out of annoyance rather than focus, she released the needle and thread and instead grabbed a surgical knife in one hand and a bottle of some green, viscous solution in the other.&nbsp; "I have not, you insipid boil," she replied, "I just don't see the purpose to such...frippery, but I suppose I <em>did</em> say I would be there," she accepts with a faint sigh of resignation.&nbsp; In a swift motion she stabs the knife into the carcass of the cat, pinning it forcefully to the wood table beneath it, followed by dousing it in the green ichor which hisses and crackles against the flesh faintly.<br><br>Her sinewy tail hooks around a loop to a leather apron she wears, untying it from her hips before she removes it and sets it aside.&nbsp; She cleans her hands off in a barrel of reasonably fresh water, wiping away the stains of blood and what little gobbets of flesh remain.&nbsp; The glamered armor shifts faintly as she murmurs a faint word, it resumes a more typical dress suitable for "formal" events, as far as she is concerned.&nbsp; The chest piece tightens into a black-leather bodice, cut low and horizontal across her gray skin to hoist her cleavage into more prominent view--it's what people wanted to see anyway, wasn't it?&nbsp; A series of buckles, silver, down the front to where it flares over her hips into an ankle-length dress with three distinct slits all the way from ankle to waist.&nbsp; Two for her legs, and one in the rear for her tail.&nbsp; For the time being she leaves the cloak behind, but maintains a small pouch at her hip to hold a variety of supplies as needed.<br><br><hr><br>A bare, ashen gray arm, pushes open the last doorway through the various passageways that only a handful of the Choir ever really traversed--and only the Choir itself knew of.&nbsp; It came out into the back room of a general store not far from the festivities.&nbsp; It was a front business, and she sold at least a handful of alchemical supplies through it from time to time.&nbsp; Few took much, if any, notice of her leaving the store and it wasn't long after that she emerged into the various masses of people gathered for the "celebration".<br><br>Triss had to push her way through a crowd that had gathered around "The Lady".&nbsp; The girl had a certain penchant for being adored, which annoyed Triss, though she admired her expertise with poisons.&nbsp; Intellect was perhaps the only thing Triss truly respected or appreciated...that and brute savagery when it came to dealing with "enemies".<br><br>The Oni-Spawn eventually found herself at the table some of the others had congregated at--Sanosuke, Gilead, and Xinshi to name a few.&nbsp; Their attention seemed elsewhere for the moment so she didn't bother them, instead deciding to take a bone of meat similarly portioned to the one Gilead had decided to feast on.&nbsp; Slightly pointed teeth--at least enough to be obviously inhuman--tore into the flesh to pull away a hefty morsel in the most unladylike method possible.&nbsp; Some of the juices dribbled down from her lips, over her chin, and along the pale-gray skin of her neck before coming to a stop.<br><br>"Mm," she intoned as she finished swallowing the initial snack, "almost rare enough," she complimented in a way that made it seem more that it "wasn't so bad" rather than "it's good".&nbsp; "Maybe we can arrange some pig slop for you if you'd be more comfortable," she replied to Sanosuke's comment about the finery of the food and drink, casting a sharp-toothed grin towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 21:16:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e3/9e/99/e39e99e3f2b2b15076818222194e7d1b.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Kiera 'Kie' Virtanen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222892#msg13222892)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Thorn &amp; Talon | Chapel<br><strong>Time</strong>: Graduation<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Floor-length, dove grey, velvet, hooded cape (http://artemisia.com/store/images/Gry-GryGallery.jpg) &amp; thigh-high, silver. strappy stilettos (https://onlymaker.com/image/cache/catalog/onlymaker/product/om160822/1-540x480.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Triss &amp; Gilead | Open<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Nothing Naughty, yet.<br><hr><hr><br>There was no telling how long the cleric had been standing off to the side of the room, somehow disappearing into the woodwork, despite her striking face and impressive 5'11" height.&nbsp; Perhaps it could be chalked up to her perfect silence and stillness, as well as the all-encompassing velvet cloak that surrounded her in pale grey fabric from the top of her head to the floor at her feet.&nbsp; The loose hood served well to hide her striking golden hair and partially dilute the power of her celestially flawless features, making it somewhat easier for her to go unnoted.<br><br>However, as she stirred from her place against the wall, the lights struck sparks off the flecks of golden shimmer in her skin.&nbsp; Her cloak remained modestly closed around her form from the thigh up, but as she swayed over to the refreshment table, the bottom provided brief peaks at legs so deliciously sculpted they could make a grown man weep.&nbsp; Her high, pointed heels were surprisingly silent on the stone floors, suggesting her steps were as light as a sigh.<br><br>She offered Triss and Gilead a serene smile; her full, berry-pink lips the material on which dreams were built and their curving revealed the dimples in her cheeks.&nbsp; "Hello, Triss...Gilead.&nbsp; Are you as excited as I am to finally be recognized as elite?&nbsp; I'm hoping there will be a pretty certificate or even a shiny medal."<br><br>She glanced from Triss to Gilead and back, tilting her head slightly even as she reached out to pick up a cup of wine off the tray of a passing neophyte.&nbsp; The sleeves of her cape were wide, and the pointed tops were attached to silver rings she wore on the middle finger of each hand.&nbsp; This pretty detail served to hide the tattoos on the backs of her hands, symbols which revealed the true, and far from chaste, source of her unholy power.&nbsp; Of course, most, if not all, of the members of the Choir were already aware that the appearance of chastity and gentleness was all a front, and beneath her modest robes lay a wanton whore.&nbsp; But, she enjoyed the game and almost played it well enough to fool even those who knew the truth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 21:35:52</strong>
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				"Not what i mean Triss." Sanosuke smirked over at the Oni-spawn with the same fanged-smirk she had. "Being a tiefling sucks when you're a kid, nobody wants to help you out or even give you the time of day. So you end up on the street doing what you need to do to get by." He explained, gesturing a bit before eating a piece of the exceptionally tender and tasty meat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 23:42:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><hr><br>"The world is cruel and unkind," she added a faux lament to Sanosuke's comment, still grinning.&nbsp; She brushed a hand through her ebon hair, casting it to the side so that it cascaded more fully down the left side of her face, the ends resting along her bare shoulder and collarbone.&nbsp; It brought more attention to the short trimmed hair along the right side of her head while casting a faint shadow against the left side of her face.<br><br>She seemed ready to take another bite from the hock but something seemed to distract her briefly, "<em>Mizztrezz,</em>" the weak voice came once more, muffled a bit more by the tightness of the bodice.&nbsp; The Tumor-Imp wriggled faintly along her spine as Kie approached, perhaps it sensed her in some fashion.&nbsp; "Hush, or I'll fuse you to a leprous goat," she replied to the little creature fused to her body--though hidden.&nbsp; She turned to face Kie as she finished approaching the group.<br><br>The subtly provocative Aasimar brought a faint smirk to the corner of Triss's lips.&nbsp; Triss's eyes seemed focused for a moment on Kie's words, or perhaps just the faintly suggestive motion of the Angel-Kin's lips.&nbsp; "Ah, the Virginal Priestess," she greeted, "always a pleasure to have such a pure and innocent angel sit at the table of devils," she added with a cruel--or mischievous--smile.&nbsp; "Oh yes, something for us to wear, or hang on the wall, she agreed in a tone filled with derision for the thought.<br><br>She took another mouthful of the meat and asked another question as another faint droplet of juice tickled its way down her neck, "I wonder how many hearts you might break tonight..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 01:15:20</strong>
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				'The Lady'<br>&nbsp;<em>Assassin of Honor, Reputation and Name</em><br><br><hr><br>"Indeed, we all make do in the end. We all walk streets and corridors set in place by others." &nbsp;'The Lady' said in courtly tones as she finished the messages, letting her magic set them in the spots for those who needed it. All that remained was her own work at hand, a dalliance with Lady Callience this evening, her smile smirking at the irony of using a Paladin against a small enclave of would be rivals. <br><br>"There, all done. I have passed on what message you need to have, I have my own work to do.. no need to bicker." &nbsp;She cut her steak up with delicate moves, like the ones that she used in court, and ate the rare blood steak and potatoes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 23:02:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Xinshi.jpg/424px-Xinshi.jpg)<br>Xinshi The Herald (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1206793)<br></div><br>The entrance of more of the newly inducted members did not escape the bard's notice, even if he did not immediately speak on them.<br><br>The nondescript Lil blended with the walls and shadows, watching the others while mapping out her escape routes.&nbsp; As they matched gazes momentarily, he gave her a small nod of the forehead.<br><br>The half-orc.&nbsp; Now there was an interesting mix of features, both racial and cultural.&nbsp; Something borrowed, something Tian, something savage, something ...something ...something.&nbsp; She exuded a sense of <em>'Stay Away!'</em> like a powerful perfume, and the bard smiled to himself, wondering who would be the first unfortunate to not heed the warning.<br><br>Gilead's approach and friendly gesture drew a smile of thanks from Xinshi.&nbsp; Picking a choice cut of meat, he gestured with his hand and floated the moist morsel to his lips while fastidiously biting into the juicy bits, avoiding the dripping and messiness.&nbsp; Chewing politely before swallowing, he withdrew a napkin from nowhere and dabbed his mouth before speaking.<br><br>"Business?&nbsp; It is as well as can be expected... people will always want entertainment, news, and someone to deliver both across distances.&nbsp; I count myself fortunate that most entrust me with their intimate secrets and thoughts, to be passed along to their loved ones.&nbsp; I suppose if business ever dries up, I will know that I have lost the trust of the people."<br><br>When Vulra was pointed out by Gilead, he chuckled and shook his head.&nbsp; <br><br>"I can't say that I know much...&nbsp; but if she's here you can be sure she's reasonably dangerous.&nbsp; You could of course, invite her closer.&nbsp; If you're lucky, she won't puff up larger in a burst of bright colors..."<br><br>He then pointed out Sanosuke.&nbsp; <br><br>"Here's another of the wanderers that might be Tian.&nbsp; I'd wager from Minata, or maybe Shokuro.&nbsp; He's got the hungry look of a fighter looking for death though...&nbsp; Probably one of those types who slurs&nbsp; his words in an effort to seem more low-class and brutish than he actually is, make others underestimate him.&nbsp; I'd wager he's got a past that makes it hard to sleep."<br><br>When Triss sidled up to their table, Xinshi remained equanimous but his eyes flickered over her figure with half-lidded disinterest, even though he wore a welcoming smile.&nbsp; Since she did not address him, he did not comment or speak up, but merely observed her tete a tete with Sanosuke.<br><br>Similarly when Kie approached and engaged Gilead and Triss, the bard remained crouched on his table perch, seemingly unconcerned with being overlooked and ignored.&nbsp; He listened with a benign smile, picking with an unseen hand at his sanguine roast, popping small morsels into his mouth as the others talked amongst themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 01:16:05</strong>
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				Satisfied that enough of her fellows that were due to receive the honor had arrived, she stood from her perch, and brought her glass with her, to join them at the table. She nodded at them all, many of them were familiar with the infiltrator's usual precautions when a new situation arose. Perhaps she was a bit careful, but when breaking and entering unusual and unknown places was generally your part to play in an operation becoming familiar with all aspects of your surroundings was paramount.<br><br>Greetings all she said, taking a seat. This is shaping up to be a rather momentous spectacle. Has anyone taken bets on what sort of token is to be conveyed, in the event the ceremony, as it were, warrants one? she asked, taking a pear from the platter on the table, and slicing it open to begin eating it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 01:52:04</strong>
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				Gilead nodded along as the bard spoke, his attention split between him, and the mystery woman they'd been observing. He looked somewhat thoughtful, an expression that was just a tad out of place on Gil's face. A slug from his tankard later, and it was gone. <br><br>"She's dangerous, yer reckon? Might be right... 's never stopped me afore though, eh? I'll just mosey on over soon enough."<br><br>He shot the bard a grin, a rather rougish one at that. Then he turned his attention to another subject as the bard pointed him out soon enough. Gil wasn't so sure the bard had hit the mark on the chap's attitude though. He let out a booming laugh.<br><br>"Nah, I don't reckon hes clever enough fer that. I reckon he genuinely thinks it makes 'im look tougher. But yer can just ask 'im yerself, seein' as he's headin' this way."<br><br><hr><br>As the others found their way over, Gil took a moment out of his conversation to greet each one in turn. He'd crossed paths with most of the guild at some point, and most of them he knew by reputation, if nothing else, so it wasn't hard to put names to the faces. <br><br>"Evenin' Big Fella, Triss, Kiera. Enjoyin' the party?"<br><br>Pleasantries observed, he was content to merely listen to the banter, as the abrasive Triss sought to earn her companions' ire. Fortunately Kiera had chosen to wear a somewhat modest outfit, but even so, Gil could feel the extra weight of a few more gazes directed in their general direction.<br><br>"That time o' month is it?" he growled gruffly, interrupting Triss as she continued her tirade, cracking into a crude grin. Just as he sought to take advantage of the moment to turn the subject towards something more productive, the elf made her presence known.<br><br>"Oh, evenin' Lil. Didn't see you come in... What's all this talk about rewards though? We're getting free booze, plenty of meat, nubile lassies runnin about... I ain't complainin'!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 20:02:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>"Cruel and Unkind? I'd say so but it does make us good at what we do. And if it wasn't, we'd be out of work." Sanosuke laughed a bit, unwrapping his dragon-like tail from his torso, where he'd been holding it as a bandolier and deftly nicked a bottle of warmed Sake from a passing serving girl.&nbsp; He'd hold it there as he finished off his portion of good red meat, venison most likely going by the flavor. <br><br>He could near the bard and the paladin talking nearby and just smirked at them a bit when he heard them probably talking about him. "Actually I'm from Minkai." He corrected Xinshi.&nbsp; He turned a bit to look at Gilead, the light above glinting off one of his horns as he did, then took a hit from the bottle he was holding in his tail. He wasn't heading anywhere. He was already seated and just pushed back from the table and relaxing for the most part. <br><br>"I don't look tough enough to you? Well that's your problem, not mine." Sano said, examining Gilead for a moment as if assessing his strength, ability, skill; all of it. As a demonspawn, he could practically feel the paladin's aura of goodness to the point it made him scoff at the hypocrisy of it. An assassin paladin, he was probably one or two steps from becoming a fallen one unless his deity approved of the path he chose. He bore no armor and only one seeming weapon which told Sano that he likely fought with his hands. Gilead's physical build was that of someone that practiced martial arts rather than relying on heavy armor or weaponry.<br><br>In that way they were similar in that aspect, though Sano preferred his magic and claws.&nbsp; For all his menacing examination; he'd break into a bit of a dark-toned laughter at his conclusions. "The name's Sanosuke." He introduced himself in a surprisingly civil fashion; though his speech was Tien accented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 20:17:24</strong>
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				'The Lady' <em>Assassin of Honor, Reputation and Name</em><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: Meeting chamber<br>&nbsp;Tagging: <br>&nbsp;Spells active:&nbsp; <br><hr><div class="floatright"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/a4/7d/bba47d9e8f44faba3779fe6fbb0c5fd3.jpg)</div>In one moment of silence, there is a sound heard that stood out. The snap of a glass stem of a wine glass and the clatter of the base to the floor as 'The Lady'&nbsp; snapped it in a moment of clear anger on her face. For a fleeting second, the anger and steel of the woman who used rumor and innuendo as weapons stood clear on her face before vanishing behind a mask of more subdued surprise at how her glass had gotten broken. <br><br>"Oh my.. thank you my dear.. I seem to have had a rather disagreeable message and took it out on your lovely stemware." &nbsp;She said to a servant who quickly replaced her glass with a bow and hustled off.&nbsp; "My apologies, it would appear that one of my tools have decide that they have a new calling and are set to exceed their boundaries..they think a few staged duels make them assassins.. I will have to clean up my mess.." <br><br>She looked thoughtfully over the assembled men and women in the room; should she ask for a favor or two from them..or clean up her own mess? So many skilled hands that could be put on the board were here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 09:45:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sanosuke, Gilead, Xinshi, Lil, The Lady<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as human<br><hr><br>Vulra was wearing a rather flamboyant sky colored lose tunic, it had white wide sleeves where she could easily hide almost any object and then it slowly turned a beautiful azure tone as it came closer to her body yet it didn't covered her too much letting a generous amount of cleavage on display, probably if it wasn't for her 1 foot wide belt her decolletage would have already yielded to the weight of her heavy bosom. Several sparks decorated her dress as if they stars and scintillated with every move she took, on her waist a few pouches hanged down, bones, cards and powders, tools she used to tell others fortune and predict the future and while she had just put it away she had entered with a small crystal ball of the size of a fist on her left hand.<br><br>But not only this was her first in this castle-inn and on the Choir of Swords headquarters but she had also just arrived to this city so she didn't know anyone here yet so Vulra remained silent so far,her keen senses discreetly paying attention to everyone else. The first ones that got her attention or quite the opposite where a Tiefling and a couple of human males that kept staring at her, the latter two also speaking about her, considering her appearance she was not surprised that Sanosuke, Gilead and Xinshi were quite busy beholding her display of beauty, in particular the humans as thanks to her psychic abilities Vulra's appearance matched their race.<br><br>She was thinking approaching this group when one the females in the group, an elf, one of the few people there if not the only one in there that actually looked like an assassin, stood up and greeted everyone. It was strange, Vulra thought she was going to make a toast but she didn't she simply inquired about what would be a proper course of action to follow. Vulra did not know what to answer but given the circumstances of her presence here and the fact that she know nobody in there and nobody knew her she decided to do as Lil and stand up to greet everyone as well and maybe even introduce herself as well. She didn't had chance to do so though, as soon as she stood up a sudden glass shatter interrupted her, still standing but not saying anything she turned towards 'The Lady' and forgetting greetings and introductions she walked towards her while using cantrip to clean up the mess of the broken glass, "Don't worry about that but... is everything okay my dear, maybe I can help you find some relief of whatever is going on at least help you find a way that guides you towards finding a solution to the problem that bothers you", taking out again her small crystal ball Vulra lifted it up in a fancy way while surrounding the lady with her other arm, it might not be clear to everyone if she was speaking the truth or if she was just a street charlatan but every move she made was beautifully striking and she sure sounded really convincing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 19:01:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in scene<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Flashy entry as possible, noisy for assassin<br><hr><br><em>Before entering party</em><br><br>Deep beneath The Thorn &amp; Talon, even underneath of underground labs where Triss works at, is another underground lab which had ten feet thick solid stone walls around it and various enchantments to muffle noise and build for endurance. As inside said lab worked so called 'wild card' of assassin guild; Baltharius Cinderwrath. He had worked hard for privilege of using said lab (which formerly was old security vaults of the guild) for his explosive experiments. Explosions which barely carry to Triss lab and none at all near to surface. Soft ripples where as inside the lab are ground shaking wonders!<br><br>Balt enjoys experimenting chemicals, see how make bigger, noisier and more destructive bombs! Just for this alone old vaults walls were reinforced so he can do what he wants in his spare time when not working in assignments. So distracted he was in his work, one the paper origami's send by <em>The Lady</em> was set on fire during one experiments when it had misfortune entering in the lab through air vent! Balt, while smoking from after burn of latest explosion, cackled as he witnessed fiery destruction in middle of his test area and says; "Yes, yes, yes! Just need add bit more sulfur and that will be...huh?" Balt then notices the poor crumbled origami which was scorched up, he knew whom sends these silly paper constructs so he cools embers in origami paper and using simple cantrip repair it much as he can, only manage read single sentence otherwise longer letter which was now ruined for good; <em>"..your late..."</em><br><br>Balt taps on his chin.....late from what? Then checking his book calendar from his robes....and then he snaps his fingers and say; "Of course! The ceremony! Need get going....oh, need freshen up bit." With another snap of fingers all dirt, grime and signs of being edge of fiery smokey explosion are gone from Balt's person and then with one his favorite incantations turns into fiery smokey and ash filled cloud and enters the air vent....<br><br><em>Entering party</em><br><br>Where everyone had been graceful, silent and unseen (one or more) upon entering the party....they saw there was something coming in through the air vents into party. Smoke, with brightly flashing cinders, ash and other burning smells coming from it as it creeps in, taking form of humanoid and then with fiery scorching sense of heat and light Balt appears from the smoke and he with wide grin loudly speaks; <strong>"Sorry that I am late to the party! Was occupied with experiment! Nice meet you all!"</strong> If you haven't worked with Balt, you very least had heard of him even outside the guild halls. He is wanted terrorist in several countries with several charges on 'murder and mayhem' sort scenarios. Including arson, destruction, blowing up temples and memorial statues and the like. So if measure success of assassin based on lack of notoriety or known as killer, Balt fails spectacularly at that part.<br><br>However oldest ploys in streets is with a bard performing music to enchant the crowd while guy or lass which blends among beggars comes in and empties their pockets. Balt serves that function very well; bring in grand scale distraction and everyone looking on him while true assassins get to work in shadows which are darker thanks bright flashes of light which blinds everyone to threat. However he is not elevated to elite for his performance from that field; but in art he is less known for. In art of illusions, deceptions and ploys which function like complex domino pieces where one piece falls, others falls in harmonious unison in place.<br><br>In his case being mad and genius is truly borderline case and hard to tell with him. None the less thanks his wanted status he does not go out much from his heavily anti-divination warded living quarters and his lab. So he eager fashion moves to the buffet table, with brief inspection and tasting little every offering on table he pouts and loudly exclaims; <strong>"C'mon, I expected <em>something</em> to be poisoned in here! Or is the old chef dead already?"</strong> After quick check on poisons with smell and taste he starts load up platter by himself, gently pushing aside with tail one scantily dressed neophytes to do it himself. Loading up with hot sauces and meats and then carry over to vacant table, taking seat and pouring all hottest sauces over the rich pork meats (so much sauce making said meats impossible to eat unless having natural heat resistance like tieflings do) and with toothy grin starting gnaw and chew into meats with gusto appetite! Sinking teeth right into bone and marrow!<br><br>As well educated man he was raised in streets and it showed in manner how he ate. His mentor never taught him out from the habits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 10:03:21</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>Balt was immediately greeted with a meaty paw slapping him across the back as he was joined at the table by a hulking, ursine figured dressed in robes of black and purple. His hood was down, atop his head he wore a blood-red toque. <strong>"Don't think I didn't hear you speculating on my untimely demise,"</strong> he said, followed by a hearty laugh. <strong>"Unfortunately <em>some people</em> don't think a poisoned banquet is appropriate victuals for an assassins' soirée."</strong> The bear-man cast a sour glance at a raven-haired woman who had recently joined the party, moving about the courtyard with utmost poise and clutching an enormous black pearl with her immaculately manicured fingers. <br><br>Boris the Baker was one of the few personalities in the guild capable of matching Baltharius in volume and sheer energy, though only when speaking. His skills as an assassin were merely good, but his talents as a baker were legendary, and when one make <em>vatrushka</em> capable of killing a person through sheer blissful flavor alone, one didn't need to bother with conventional methods of lethality. Now he served as the guild's quartermaster.<br><br>--<br><br>The woman he had indicated was the guildmaster's secretary, Dahlia Darktallow. She was tall, a little over six feet not counting her boots, and gave off an air of reserve and dominance that stood in stark contrast to Boris' gregarious demeanor.&nbsp; She wore more jewelry and accessories than actual cloth in her outfit. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Presently she was drawn to the commotion of breaking glass and approached Vulra and The Lady. "I overheard. Seems you have a problem. You'll have to crush these wayward assets of yours with expedience. Our guild's activities in the near future will not be able to afford much to distractions."<br><br><br>--<br><br><br>On the far side of the yard where a stage and podium had been placed, the Stiletto Queen finally made her appearance. She wore a hood and veil that covered the lower half of her face and spilled down across her collarbone. While the Queen freely mingled with the rank and file of the her guild and often used the guild's public baths, no one had ever seen her face uncovered. For his occasion she wore a red dress that jangled with shimmering sequins, and displayed an impressive array of daggers in golden sheaths. <br><br>The chatter in the room quieted as she motioned that she was about to speak. Her voice was rich and strong.<br><br><strong>"Greetings, my colleagues in death. I trust you are all enjoying yourselves. We celebrate the hard work of those individuals who now wear the badge of elite assassins. But they do not represent simply a new crop in the fields of entropy we strive to sow. In recent years our organization has expanded its influence and our numbers have swelled. Now we have more highly skilled agents than we ever thought imaginable, and the assassins gathered here today represent a new pinnacle of power and potential for the Choir.<br><br>To the new elites, I ask that you would begin to finish partaking of the festivities... at your leisure, of course, you've earned it... and make your way to the adjacent meeting chamber. We will be having a special council to discuss the future of our brotherhood, and you will each have a say in the direction our activities will take. With that, I bid the rest of you a good night."</strong><br><br>She gave a bow and then made her way through the doors behind her, to wait in the council chamber for the others to join her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 19:33:09</strong>
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				'The Lady' <em>Assassin of Honor, Reputation and Name</em><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: <br>&nbsp;Spells active:&nbsp; <br><hr><div class="floatright"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/a4/7d/bba47d9e8f44faba3779fe6fbb0c5fd3.jpg)</div><br>"Of course Dahlia, have I ever not cleaned up a mess that I was responsible for?" The Lady said with an arched eyebrow. Or rather, she didn't say, she had cleaned up a lot of everyone else's messes in the past. She rarely made mistakes and more often fixed others. She pondered that as she fanned herself, perhaps this mistake wasn't of her doing but another's interference?<br><br>Ah, the games to come playing from this. So much fun to be had. <br><br>"I think that it is some for a certain school of swordsmanship to cease to be." &nbsp;They had been her leg breakers and instigators, not killers. She would use that to put the right message out and work from there. "I hope of course, that my.. cancellation of the school will require..lessons to be taught. Hmm... I think I will use my dalliance with Lady Callience as a lever, she is an accomplished fencer as well as a 'middling paladin'. Her words not mine, I think if certain blades here I'm wooing another swashbuckling fencer.. he might send a 'message' to me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 15:12:51</strong>
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				<hr>One Cranky Paladin<br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: <br>&nbsp;Spells active:<hr><br><br>"Well, fuck me over. Don't even get to enjoy m' own party!" swore the Paladin loudly, his voice filling the lull left by the Stilletto Queen's speech, as he slammed his tankard down grumpily. In his experience, at your leisure didn't usually involve someone waiting expectantly in the next damned room. Why it couldn't wait till the morning mystified him.<br><br>"Best get in there afore she decides she isn't asking" he added to his companions, his tone dropping to a low grumble, heavy with resignation. Turning away from the group, he tossed his shank bone in the direction of an empty platter, and trudged grouchily off towards the council chambers to join the Guildleader.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 17:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Sanosuke, Gilead, Baltharius, The Lady, Vulra, Lil, <br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"Well, some of us are more good than others," she suggests to <strong>Sanosuke</strong> with the same sharp-toothed grin.&nbsp; "Isn't that right, oh most noble paladin," she punctuated her statement with a look in <strong>Gilead's</strong> direction.&nbsp; "Time o' the month," she repeats in a haphazard imitation of <strong>Gilead's </strong>typical accent, "didn't realize you were quite so <em>bloodthirsty</em>."<br><br>With an exaggerated sniff, she turned her head in <strong>Balt's </strong>direction as he arrived, "Mm, brimstone, gunpowder, and ash," she said with a little smirk, "I certainly hope you haven't blown a hole in the wall of <em>my</em> laboratory yet, Baltharius," she teased with a little laugh.<br><br>The sound of breaking glass was the first thing to truly distract her from the group she conversed with, looking over towards the sound, which had apparently come from <strong>The Lady</strong>.&nbsp; <strong>Vulra</strong>, disguised as she was, soon went over to her as if to offer some kind of help, one could only guess what the supposed oracle intended to do to help.&nbsp; They were soon joined by another, the 'secretary', or perhaps just the woman in charge of tabulating the body count.&nbsp; Whatever they were talking about was too quiet to hear over the din of the party and the multitude of other conversations going on, so she ignored it for now.<br><br>She took another sizeable chunk of meat away from the bone with her sharp teeth while eying <strong>Boris the Baker</strong>, as if perhaps trying to pay him some silent compliment.&nbsp; Her bifurcated tongue slipped out to run along her lips slowly for a moment before casting a glance to the Ranger-Assassin <strong>Lil</strong>.&nbsp; Anything she might have been planning to say to <strong>Lil</strong> was soon forgotten when the Stiletto Queen appeared to make her announcement.<br><br>"I'm sure you can make arrangements to have some...leftovers sent to your quarters, Gilead," she offered with a faint snicker.&nbsp; She didn't move to follow the Paladin right away, instead waiting to see what the others might decide to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 17:59:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>Sanosuke smirked at the others but fell silent as the huge bear-man showed up to make way for the guildmaster to show up.&nbsp; He knew when to keep his mouth shut and his witticisms to himself when someone that was recognized as the boss decided they had something to say or directives to issue. Hearing Dahlia mildly remind The Lady to clean up her wayward assets just made his expression shift momentarily to a roll of the eyes as he stood up. He knew the guildmaster meant "right away" with that mention of "at your leisure"; that was how all the other people he'd worked for spoke, likely taking the cue from the boss herself. He was finished with the meal anyway as he stood up, setting the half empty sake bottle down as she went into the other room. <br><br>"Don't let her see you like that Gilead. she may decide to edify your situation and that might be unpleasant." He smirked at the paladin as he entered into the room and leaned up against the wall, his tail wrapping over his shoulder and down to his hip like a bandolier once again.&nbsp; He nodded to Triss as he passed her by as he came in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 00:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sanosuke, Gilead, The Lady, Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as human<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>The appearance of a bear-man didn't surprised her but did amused her as it was certainly something she was not really expecting, she herself had given it a thought about the chance some of the food probably being poisoned and that they would have to recognize which wasn't but didn't mentioned nothing about. Fortunately she didn't as she didn't want to cause a bad impression yet it seemed like she did anyway as another femenine figure who had also recently joined in approached to her and her companion.<br><br>If Vulra had had a free hand she would have hugged Dahlia too as she was still doing with The Lady but she had just took her small crystal ball and was still waving it so outrageously that she simply couldn't. "A problem? between us? not all but on the contrary, I was offering myself to fulfill her need in case she had any, or yours as well as I have been so politely invited here... <strong>or anyone here</strong>" she added raising her voice in a joyous tone of celebration, perhaps she was overdoing it too much with her performance but she was indeed happy about this, a feeling she had not felt in years if ever in her life, and of course still curious about how her own fate was tied to those that were in this room.<br><br>With her spell already having taken take of the stain and the fragments of glass there was nothing left for her to do in there and answered to Dahlia's bow with a slight one of her own before she asked to the woman she was still holding in her arm, "Should we join in already then?", guiding The Lady by the waist Vulra suggested following into the next room they had been shown, "...There would be a better place for us to present ourselves and get to know each other between those who don't already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 19:48:58</strong>
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				'The Lady' <em>Assassin of Honor, Reputation and Name</em><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Vulra, and anyone else who wants to join in<br>&nbsp;Spells active:&nbsp; <br><hr><div class="floatright"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/a4/7d/bba47d9e8f44faba3779fe6fbb0c5fd3.jpg)</div><br>"My dear, your flirtatious manner makes me wish I didn't already have plans in place. It would be possibly more fun to dally with you this night than the woman I am planning on wooing, simply because I can be completely honest with you unlike with her." &nbsp;The Lady purred in her ear as she let Vulra walk her back to her spot at the table. She smiled wickedly as she lingered by Vulra's ear, her scent (an expensive perfume) lingering with her. "I hope to start my 'clean up' by employing a new weapon against my old ones and I doubt you'd enjoy hanging back as a paladin turned duelist protects our 'virtue' from 'asssassins'." <br><br>Her chuckle was a throaty purr as she slipped out of Vulra's arms and gently kissed her before taking a seat. <br><br>"Still, I am sure there will be other nights... ." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-06-2017, 17:57:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Boris, Triss<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Eating fast lunch<br><hr><br>Whilst eating Bael was knocked forward by Boris hearty slap on his back, causing him spit out half-eaten roasted chicken which he was munching on and collided onto a turkey in the table and coughing he turns face (rather look up) the ursine hidden face in the hood and says; <strong>"No, you did not. I speculated were you sleeping as when you do it's same as trying wake up the dead try wake you up!"</strong> As Boris pointed out reason why food was poisoned he rolls his eyes and says; "Can part understand reason but part of me would had just worked around the instruction. Not poison individual dish but if someone gorges everything on single table they get poisoned because components were spread out in doses which aren't lethal unless combined and in vast amounts. A valuable lesson not be too greedy or hoarding all the delicious food. Sharing is caring after all, more so caring your own health as well."<br><br>As Triss addressed him he smirks and replies; "Not yet and besides my lab is below yours lady Kijo, so watch more the crumbling floor if anything. The old treasure vault is rather solid against explosions both inside and outside."<br><br>However further chatter was silenced as Queen of Sharp Pointy Things, a.c.a Stiletto Queen arrives. As she makes her announcement Bael looks stunned and mutters; <sub>"I did not even get started in first place!"</sub> He sees others decide depart or quickly finish he starts follow the example, however he carries with him the tray he had started fill up with delicious food and with tail pick up filled ale mug and move to next room. Take seat on the floor (or chair if there is any) and continue eatting and waiting for this extra meeting to continue, eat with his hands and fingers while listening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>16-06-2017, 09:54:57</strong>
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				The Queen waited at the far side of the council chamber's table, seated in an ornate ebony chair bedecked in skull motifs. <br><br>She gives a smile at Baltharius. "Don't worry. This won't take long, and I'm sure there will be plenty of food left."<br><br>She looks to the rest as the join the meeting. <br><br>"I don't want to take up too much of your, but I have other matters to attend to tonight. The festivities will be continuing well into the night. Possibly into the morning. And I'm sure there will be an after party at the inn. You know how it is."<br><br><br>She gave a cough to regain her composure. <br><br>"Right. The purpose of this meeting is to set you on your new paths. Doubtless you are all eager to learn of the elite-level targets. They are a list we keep secret in the inner circle for security, as they involve our wealthiest and most prestigious clientele who value their privacy, as well as targets that are of great importance to the organization's plans. Since you have just been promoted, I will let you decide among yourselves which target you would like to handle." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 01:22:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Xinshi.jpg/424px-Xinshi.jpg)<br>Xinshi The Herald (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1206793)<br></div>Having quietly followed the others to the side meeting when requested, Xinshi pursed his lips as The Queen spoke about their new duties.&nbsp; Glancing at Gilead and Sanosuke as they had been the ones chatting with him prior, his brows furrowed in ponderous consideration.&nbsp; <br><br>"There's a standing list?&nbsp; That's rather surprising...&nbsp; What's the procedure for these sorts of matters?&nbsp; Do we have a timeline that the clients expect?&nbsp; Or is it like the stories, where they offer up their prayers to the gods of murder, and wait for them to be answered?"<br><br>He wished he still had that cute acolyte in his arms, he would have added in a squeeze and a grope for emphasis as he left his question hanging.&nbsp; Instead he merely gave a smile to the aasimar while raising his wine glass in a jaunty salute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 01:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Boris, Triss<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Eating fast lunch<br><hr><br>Balt gives grin back to queen and after he munched latest snack down with bit of ale he replies; "Ah good, but then again I can eat and listen just fine so no reason stop it." As queen tells details what follows being elite and hearing Xinshin's question he shrugs and replies; "It's just probably usual bucket list method; people have contacted and paid in advance part or full payment for the job already and just waits performed. Exact details when, where, who and how vary task by task. It's nice we get discuss our targets and see which suit on our talents and which may need more than one assassin to perform. Not every kill is one and same after all as is not date with a dame."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 20:46:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>Sanosuke kept quiet as he listened to their leader speak her piece about being allowed to select their own targets and such. It was always good to work at your own pace and choose how you wanted to end someone else's life. Sano was better suited to being the guy that went in to "make a statement" with how bloody his kills sometimes got.&nbsp; He liked to work with his hands and sometimes enjoyed taking his time to make the victim suffer and plead.&nbsp; He looked with an amused smirk at at his fellow Tiefling dressed in the alchemist's robes and doubtless had several little trinkets somewhere on him. <br><br>"While that's true, you still go on dates?" He joked lightly with Balharius. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 21:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Boris, Triss<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Eating fast lunch<br><hr><br>Balt chuckled on Sanosuke's words and replies; "I do still try, but most women run screaming when they see my <em>real</em> face and I have misfortune to need end them before they run call local watch. But I get to have fun first before my spell wears off at least and there is always nice <em>explosive</em> ending to my dates." Balt does spend lot time in labs but sometimes he dons illusion disguise (or polymorph) into another form and goes to walks and sometimes he goes on spontaneous date. But his spells do not last entire day so somepoint spell wears off and causes drama (which he usual explosive manner ends). Besides his strong tiefling traits he is wanted man and easily recognized as well known terrorist who blows people up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 21:28:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>Sanosuke shrugged a bit at his admission to date and all still. He, himself, often ran into that problem too; but most of his problems issued from the fact he looked more like a dragon than a demon. "I Know how that goes. I have that problem myself too, I just usually knock them out and remove them from the area." he said. "It IS fun though to have a tangle with unprepared mooks though." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 02:22:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Lady, Sanosuke, Balt, Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as human<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>Vulra had no clear idea about what she was doing here but having her abilities put to use for assassination was already part of her modus vivendi plus she trusted blindly in her own omens, though she had surely not come to fling around with such a lovely and sexy lady such as The Lady still the idea was indeed very appealing.<br><br>Her disguise actually only aimed her to have human features thus she was still as sexy as always. She was not really being flirtatious but just flamboyant and perhaps a bit playful yet now she took her chance when The Lady approached to her own ear and did the same with hers, suddenly nibbling the human's earlobe in a discreet yet very aggressive way. Her tongue would also do her thing when their lips made contact, though for everyone else it would seem as if the fortune teller was submissively being subject to all the advances made upon her by The Lady.<br><br>She then continued to act casual while following Dahlia to the next room and while she had blushed slightly as not only not lips and tongue but her nimble fingers too had had a chance to feel the delicious figure of her fellow assassin Vulra made it appear that this was actually from embarrassment because of the kiss she had just received.<br><br>"A secret list?", after watching The Lady's butt swaying away from her almost asking Vulra to make her hers she heard this, this kept growing more and more interesting even if they haven't been told what kind of target they had or who where the clients that were paying to have these jobs done. Not interrupting the secretary but also speaking before she continued her speech Vulra added, "So we are choose a target, right? Ok, I'll choose one but... do we get to see this list or getting access to it is that part of the initiation as well?" She was actually very curious as she knew nothing of the people of this city she had just arrived or about the organization that had just recruited her and Balt and Sano were no exception.<br><br>She remembered then this Tiefling had been staring at her in quite lecherous ways and that she was about to get close to him when the broken glass distracted her. He was now talking to yet another tiefling, this one looking more like a criminal than he did but neither of them displeased at all, and what could they possibly be talking about now but if not about girls. "Is it that you are wondering how to ask me out on a date?" she asked blatantly as she stood in between both of them waving her half naked hips towards Sanosuke and then towards Balthairus, "Or are you?", Her cheeks were still colored with a beautiful red blush as she offered them a playful yet mysterious smile that hid a meaning that was hard to decipher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 03:44:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel" - The Side Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stiletto Queen, Xinshi, Sanosuke, Balt<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"Best be watching those hands," she offers Xinshi a casual warning, "look a bit grabby, and like they might have a mind of their own."&nbsp; Her tone made it difficult to tell if it was an invitation, a joke, or an actual warning.&nbsp; Given the way that her pointed teeth tore into the haunch of meat she still carried with her if it was an invitation it was possibly one fraught with peril.<br><br>"Always got a few minutes for you, Queen," she offers a little bow of her head to the Stiletto Queen as she sat on her throne of skulls.&nbsp; 'Deference' was not a word that often could be applied to the tone that the Tiefling spoke with, but if there was anyone she either respected or feared it was the woman on the throne.&nbsp; And beside, Triss had dedicated almost all of her life to the Choir--her loyalty was almost all but inviolable.<br><br>"Balt is obviously greatly desirable, Sanosuke," she advised, "You can tell by the length of his horns, and the fact that he's almost always on fire--hence the smell.&nbsp; Perfume I mean of course..." she grins to both of the men before finding a place to unceremoniously settle her rump down, her tail flicking off to the side to avoid the misfortune of being sat upon.&nbsp; The front slits of her dress part as she takes a seat, leaving her legs completely uncovered from ankle to upper thigh.<br><br>"Not sure I'd waste my time with either of those pit-spawn," she Advised Vulra with a grin.&nbsp; The crass Tiefling woman gave Vulra an appraising look for a moment, her all-red eyes shifting in appearance slightly as if she were smiling.&nbsp; In reality Triss had decided to take another large bite of the portion of meat she had brought with her.&nbsp; The chunk torn away from the bone was the largest one yet and she took the meat quickly behind her lips, though another slow trickle of juices exited the corner of her lips to slowly trail down the side of her chin and down along her bare neck, until it finally stopped at her collarbone.&nbsp; Triss licked her lips soon after finishing the bite and added one more comment, "Not sure they'd know how to handle you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 09:15:09</strong>
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				<br><hr>One Very Cranky Paladin<br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: <br>&nbsp;Notes:<hr><br>Gil moved to a seat and glowered at everybody in general, making it quite obvious he he didn't see why they had to do this right now. His expression turned into a look of stern disapproval as the psychopathic pyromaniac revealed some rather disturbing information about himself. Why he thought it worth sharing, however, left Gil quite mystified. Fucking degenerate.<br><br>He broke from his brooding to see the conversation had moved on. <br><br>"Yer Droolin' lass." He pointed out to Triss, as blood ran down her chin, speaking both figuratively and literally. He turned to glower at the center of the commotion. The very same eastern girl he'd been eyeing up earlier. There was a time and a place, and frankly, Gil's mood was already spoiled. He just wanted to get this over with. He shot her a forceful glare.&nbsp; <br><br>"And you, siddown already, and save the flirtin' for once the meetin's over, afore yer make poor Kiera blush."<br><br>Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but the point stood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 12:04:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sanosuke, Vulra, Triss, Gil<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Eating fast lunch<br><hr><br>Balt chuckles while munching on pastry in his mouth, crumbles falling down to front of his robes and he swallows and replies; "It's fun as well but last time I blew up entire watch patrol and one the stations in city, it made my and some others future work slightly more difficult.....got slapped on wrist that one." Bael glances towards Dahlia as he said later part. As Vulra then started flirt with both him and Sanosuke he looked on her lovely features with his warmly burning ember eyes and with grin says; "Maybe or both I and Sanosuke think how much you can handle from either of us....or both of us same time." As Triss then mentions his lovely features he raises his tail up, wiggles it around and forms it into cockscrew into tip and says; "And do not forget the tail Triss! It's rather one major winning features too if you know how use it! Besides is not figuring out how handle women the fun part in the date? So long it's not dreadfully bore either party to do bit exploration. As scientist experiments and exploring unknown is most exciting part, than executing a already expected and known results, at least for me anyways."<br><br>Then mr Cranky talks and Balt groans while taking bite on roasted chicken, munches and swallows while chin and lips stained on sauce from the chicken; "Do not be so cranky! She's new face and we may in future work together some task so better get known her bit more!" Then without pause he takes slice of strawberry cake, taking bite from it and licking off whipped cream around his lips with his forked tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 18:52:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>Sano just took Vulra's question and Triss' teasing in stride, as if none of it bothered him. Which it didn't really, he was feeling too good about being promoted to an elite to let let anyone spoil his day, unlike the paladin that needed to get laid, badly over there. He turned a glowing green eye on Vulra for a second as Balt replied to her. "I wouldn't ask, I'd make a wager out of it. Asking is so... insecure." He mused then laughed at Triss. <br><br>"Pit-spawn? I'm more a dragon combined with a demon plus a splash of human for good measure." He laughed, slipping in a dragon-like baritone for a second. "I seemed to have gotten all the worst parts of all three."&nbsp; Sano replied. Now his attention focused to Dahlia as he considered the notion of a list to choose from. His uncurled his tail and lashed it a few times, under the light of the room, the slightly acidic gleam off his black-dragon styled horns flickering a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 07:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triss, Gil, Kiera, Balt, Sanosuke, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as human<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>It was no surprise that women were attracted by the sexy display of the feminine features of Vulra's body which were even further enhanced by her choice of attire, "Are you suggesting me to spend my time with you then?" Making her way towards Triss and standing now closer to Gil as well she left the tieflings behind offering a nice view of her rear's bare skin through the cut of her flamboyant and practical though daring dress.<br><br>As a half-orc Vulra couldn't care less about none of the tiefling manners or fiendish features and so her finger suddenly reached for the female lips and slowly traced down through her skin in a very erotic way cleaning the juices that had reached out of her mouth yet seeming she would not stop in her neck but far lower. She didn't do so and simply answered with a grin, "For your words it seems like you know how you should handle me."<br><br>Gil's words caught her attention and she couldn't help but to turned around to see who was this Kiera girl that the 'paladin' was talking about, she still didn't know the name of all her new mates so just she looked for a blushing woman hoping to find her.<br><br>It was then when on of the male tiefling she had been teasing answered her previous comment, "A wager? While I'm pretty sure I could foretell what the result would be a wager does sound quite interesting. So what do you want to bet my 'fiendish claws', a night with me?" She instantly looked at Balt after saying this to Sanosuke, clearly inviting him to participate as well in this friendly bet, "...and what do you say my holy friend, want to participate too?, the more people joining in the more fun it will be",(at least for her, this would allow her to know a little of what her buddies were able of doing). This invitation was also meant for anyone around in the room, even Dahlia herself if she wanted to partake too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 11:20:11</strong>
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				<hr> Sir Spankalot?<br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Vulra<br>&nbsp;Notes:<br><hr><br>Gil couldn't deny the woman was attractive, but the fantasy he was entertaining at the current instant didn't have a whole lot to do with bedding her. Or rather it did, but not in the way such things usually went. <br><br>"If participatin' includes takin' the flat o' me sword to yer arse, yer can count me in." growled the paladin in response to the easterner's invitation, without so much as missing a beat. He glared her square in the eye, with every intent to cow her. "Now, for the second time, can yer sit the fuck down, 'cause yer won't be doin' much o' it after I'm through with yer. And that's no bet, 's a promise."<br><br>Gil's short temper was fairly notorious around the guild.&nbsp; Most of the more regular crowd were well used to treading carefully. It paid not to piss off the healer, after all. Of course there'd always be a few exceptions who didn't really care. Most of which were in the room. Still, to a degree, it wasn't really his fault. The traumas of his younger years had left some serious scars behind. But how was Vulra supposed to know that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 02:34:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel" - The Side Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vulra, Gilead<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>She lets a slow, easy smile curl her lips as Vulra's finger traces along her gray skin to remove the faint remnants of cooked blood and melted fats.&nbsp; Triss seemed perfectly happy with the attention, the smile turning to a wicked grin as if she was half expecting Vulra's finger to really continue down across her naked collarbone and along her chest to the&nbsp; tightly bound cleavage below--not entirely dissimilar from the Spirit Walker's own outfit, though Triss wore dark leather to Vulra's cloth.&nbsp; Perhaps surprisingly Triss's skin was slightly cool to the touch, perhaps just a shade or two warmer than some of the undead Vulra might have been used to, certainly not the hellfire one might expect.&nbsp; While not undead her physiology had changed to mimic some of the traits that they held, the coolness of her flesh being one of those side effects.&nbsp; "Suppose I might..." she teases out with a low growl in the back of her throat, "Maybe I'll show you what I know sometime..." she added with another faint smirk.<br><br>"But the night is young," she adds after Gilead's little impatient outburst, "and our most <em>forgiving</em> and <em>noble</em> companion has a point, best see what our Queen wishes of us so we can get back to our well-earned..." she paused casting a sharp look to Vulra for a moment, "...distractions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 02:24:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;In the interim, Dahlia had gone to fetch several dossiers, which she now spread on the table. The Queen had remained silent, not one for chit-chat. Once the dossiers were open before them, she spoke again. <br><br>In the interim, Dahlia had gone to fetch several dossiers, which she now spread on the table. The Queen had remained silent, not one for chit-chat. Once the dossiers were open before them, she spoke again. <br><br>"You may wish to work together on these missions. Some of them involve multiple targets."<br><br>"These two are some of the biggest assassinations our organization has ever undertaken, and involve crippling two of the p most powerful organizations in the region and taking out their leaders."<br><br>She opened up one of the pair. There was a sketch of a man with features like they'd been chiseled out of marble, an angelic butstern brow and the chin of a true paragon. It was instantly recognizable as Sir Lord Captain Stonethrush. "Lord Captain" was his given name, bestowed by parents hopeful of his auspicious future.&nbsp; He hadn't disappointed them. He was the most dedicated and blessed hero in the region. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>"Sir Stonethrush, Commander of the Most Sanctified Order of the Rising Dawn will be in the Holy City of Evannika for their coming Festival of Sacred Lights, honoring all the forces, gods, and ideals of goodness and justice. He is to be assassinated during this festival. However, he cannot simply be slain, he must be publicly shamed first, made to commit some error that will cause his fall in the eyes of the public— and preferably in the eyes of his gods as well. Then, he may be quietly dispatched. We are to further strike the order by demolishing the obelisk beacon that stands outside the entrance of their temple. There are no restrictions or limits on collateral damage this part of the mission, save that it not be tied back to us. Also, we will also be paid for any other officers of the order we slay, though that is obviously not a priority. The other…"<br><br>She opens another dossier, this one depicting a figure swathed in bandages, with a single maniacal eye and a savage grin of surprisingly well-preserved teeth remaining uncovered. Another recognizable face, the renegade anarchist necromancer Svaldryn Zorm. Once a minor cultist who had been burned at the stake, he had survived to began creating a network of terrorists called the Scions of Doom who had thus far remained under the radar by being supremely secretive and not doing much of anything significant. The numbers of cults swearing allegiance to their cause had begun to explode in recent months, however, and many in the region felt a storm brewing. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We've learned that Zorm is actually undead now, and have been clued into several of his contact groups.&nbsp; We have been asked to destroy him completely. Apparently he travels around with an entourage of minions, meaning you will need to infiltrate one of the contact groups and ascertain his next location. Eliminate him and his inner circle, and be sure to bring back anything… interesting… they might have in their possession to the guild." <br><br>"Incidentally, it is these two groups who hired us to strike against the other." <br><br>"The others aren't quite as glamorous, but they are still significant high profile targets." &nbsp;She spread the rest of the files across the table. <br><br>They included:<br><br>Nine Maples Singing, fifth princess of the treeborne metropolis of Heathrowan. A comely young elf woman. Apparently she was due to be wed to one of the elven nobles, and a jilted rival for her affections wanted to ensure that if she could not be his, she would belong to nobody. It was of utmost important that no one else be killed during this mission, not even guards.<br><br>Anaxamander Clinkenbeard, dwarf financial genius and chief banker of the Bluemarch Mercantile Brotherhood. His rivals in the organization had pooled their resources to have him killed. It was important that this mission be carried out in utmost secret. It would be best if he disappeared completely, and any other loose ends be entirely cleaned up.<br><br>The thief and killer Roy Sliphand. He was currently incarcerated in a mining prison facility in the mountain city of Grey Hackle. The local thieves' guild wanted to make sure he stayed silent while in prison, and didn't want to take any chances. They wanted someone to sneak in and take him out.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 21:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>Sanosuke went over the dossiers and perused them for a moment, reading the details of it and scoffed to himself at the notion of the stealth-oriented assignments; that wasn't his thing. iheritage and appearance, as well as his methods made him unusually unable to just be discreet too often. "I'll go after this "lord captain" for the sake of humiliating him. Well I may not humiliate him as well some of my esteemed colleagues here may be able to do but when the time comes I can certainly do away with him quietly." He thought about the possible destruction as well that was allowed in the mission. "Or I can help destroy the obelisk, whichever. It doesn't matter to me as long as I get to tear something down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>03-07-2017, 18:54:18</strong>
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				Carefully mulling over the dossiers, the normally talkative herald was deep in thoughts, pondering where his skills were best applied.&nbsp; He traditionally went for public statements, choosing those who had wronged the people commissioning him in some deeply personal way.&nbsp; The only one that came close to fitting that niche, was the elven bride, Nine Maples Singing.&nbsp; But it felt so...&nbsp; petty.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hardly deserving... I'd almost want to take the head as a personal souvenir, if no one else gets to enjoy her beauty." he murmured as he pondered the case.<br><br>"What do you all make of Lord Captain?&nbsp; He seems a pompous one, but the 'quietly dispose of' request isn't usually my modus operandi.&nbsp; The necromancer would seem the more apt target I'd pick...&nbsp; but my strengths against the undead, well they're not at their best, I'd say.&nbsp; Maybe if I had the right partners...?&nbsp; What say you Gilead?"<br><br>He rubbed his smooth chin, waiting for someone else to chime in upon the assignments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-07-2017, 19:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sanosuke, Vulra, Triss, Gil<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Eating fast lunch<br><hr><br>Balt smiles devilishly on Vulra and replies; "Perhaps a trinket or two, by my craft of course, if you manage last through the night that is. But to make fair Sano would need give something as well or pay the expenses going for the item." Then their grumpy dark knight interfered and spoiled the fun chatter and he made 'booing' gesture towards him but without sound (but he sticked his tongue out and wiggled it at him). Just subtle version from outright calling him spoilsport.<br><br>However soon all focus was on mission menu and after viewing them he says; "Well, in both main cases I can blow stuff up, more so in the festival it's even more to my avenue where I would aim for. The rest minor tasks, sublety is not my strongest suite but I can get guy silenced and killed even if he is inside top security prison. My preferance would go have a blast at Festival of Sacred Lights, if need illusions for public shaming I can help in that or other magic."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 00:18:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triss, Gil, Balt, Sanosuke, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as human<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>"Of course you can my brave and righteous knight, win the bet and you're free to smite my ass with your mighty sword... but it seems none of you would be willing to lose this small game" and that only made it more interesting, interesting enough that she was even willing to put herself at the table in a role she was not used to at all, that of a submissive or a trophy girl to be used and abused in whichever way the winner thought fit.<br><br>But that would have to be later as the meeting not only had started and the Queen arrived but their targets also about to be announced.<br><br>Vulra listened carefully to everything Dahlia said and then pondered on her decision for a moment. While she had skills that would certainly prove her useful in humiliating this honored commander, something she would greatly enjoy as well, she couldn't deny her skills against undead as well and even more her particular interest on gaining some intelligent pawns for herself and so after some deep thinking she finally spoke after a few of her teammates did, "It is a hard decision for me to make but if you think you are suited enough to take down this Sir Stonethrush I would prefer to go after Svaldryn Zorm"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 13:59:53</strong>
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				<hr>Gilead<br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Vulra, Xinshi, Open<br>&nbsp;Notes:<hr><br>Gilead's glare finally gave way to a grin and a hearty chuckle as Vulra sassed him, finding the mental image of such a smiting irresistibly comical. Before he could take her up on that bet, though, he got his wish, the queen deciding it was time to get on with it. With a smirk, he settled himself to listen to what was to be told. <br><br>Fortunately, the paladin was cursed with an exceptionally bad case of selective hearing, which was just as well, as his code of honour would have had a fair bit to say about being complicit in the defamation and assassination of a well respected knight. He'd have been forced to intervene. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. Gilead's conscience was clear. <br><br>Soon enough, the conversation moved to a different target. A necromancer of some description. His interest was piqued. Infiltration wasn't exactly his forte, but you'd find few better allies than Gil when it came down to battling hordes of the undead. Xinshi, apparently, had a similar line of thinking, the bard inviting him to combine their strengths, even before Gil had a chance to express his own interest.<br><br>"Aye, count me in. Find the bugger for me, an' I'll make 'im dead... Deader..."<br><br>Was it still an assassination if the target was already dead? An entertaining thought. Soon, Sassy volunteered to aid them as well. Well, now at least there'd be plenty of time for wagers. A bit of sass went a long way towards livening up a long ride too. He found himself looking forward to it, his earlier anger all but forgotten. It was rare to find anyone willing to go to the trouble of winding him up. He nodded his head to Vulra.<br><br>"If yer reckon yer can be of use, I say we're lucky to have yer. Prob'ly. Maybe one more to round out the team, pr'haps?"<br><br>Gil glanced around the table for any takers. Given how they'd been drooling earlier, he was confident Vulra's presence would generate plenty of interest. Three wasn't a bad number, but having a partner to watch your back was far better. Well, usually... Depending on the partner...
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>09-07-2017, 00:00:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel" - The Side Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vulra, Gilead, Balt, "The Lady"<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>The different targets all seemed interesting in various lights.&nbsp; The two that caught her interest were the prisoner and the undead master.&nbsp; The latter would certainly give her opportunity to work together with some of the others, while she had her own devious ideas in how to deal with the former--ideas that brought a cruel smile to her lips as she thought them through.<br><br>"Why I'd be delighted to join you, Ser Knight," she agreed with a nod and a smirk to Gilead, "sounds like an excellent opportunity for some <em>proper violence</em>, and perhaps even a few research subjects...or spare parts."<br><br>"I also have...<em>ideas</em> for how to deal with our friend Roy Sliphand which may benefit everyone in the end...getting in and out should be a trifling matter.&nbsp; I can handle it after our romp with the undead, unless anyone wants to..." she considered her words for a moment, most of which were usually pointed or chosen for particular effect, "<em>collaborate</em>."<br><br>As the others seemed to talk about the various other jobs she chimed in to offer her own opinion, "Not to tell anyone their business, but I'd think our resident demolitionist would be best for dealing with the Obelisk at the festival." she suggests, casting a look over at Balt.&nbsp; "The Lord, meanwhile, could probably use a good "Lady"," she offers up "The Lady" to the others, "perhaps with some assistance from our lovely minstrel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-07-2017, 18:23:46</strong>
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				'The Lady' <em>Assassin of Honor, Reputation and Name</em><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Everyone else<br>&nbsp;Spells active:&nbsp; <br><hr><div class="floatright"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/a4/7d/bba47d9e8f44faba3779fe6fbb0c5fd3.jpg)</div><br>The Lady watched and listened as she flicked her fan open and closed, a sure sign that she was thinking and plotting things out. Clearly she was going to be part of the undoing of the most honorable Sir Stonethrush. He had been a semi-hinderance to her past plans. When he made an appearance she typically set up a distraction or three to have him chasing some minor but very visible event that let her ruin this family or that noble. <br><br>"The trick of it is that he has to be disgraced first.." &nbsp;She said as she snapped her fan shut with a. Snap. "I am about to .. deal with certain minions who have gotten above themselves. I could arrange things so that he is tied to their actions, as they are publicly crushed as a would be 'assassin's guild' then someone could strike him down." <br><br>She smiled as she looked around with a knowing smile. <br><br>"And then... well I'm sure someone could help me with that part?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>10-07-2017, 21:19:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Sanosuke1.jpg)</div><strong>Sanosuke</strong><br><em>Details, details (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1213234)</em><br><hr><br>Sanosuke perked a brow at "The Lady's" question and nodded to her affirmatively. "I'll go with you. I May not be much for sneaky stuff but I can certainly cause problems, distractions, whatever you need." He replied to her, giving her a playful bow, his green eyes coming alight with a certain type of hunger to cause problems with such an upstanding and straight-laced paladin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mantis Shrimp Prime</strong> on <strong>13-07-2017, 23:19:02</strong>
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				"It seems you know what you are doing. I'll let you get back to your evening's revels, then. You can set out on your lethal business in the morning."&nbsp; <br><br>The Queen then rises and excuses herself from the chamber. <br><br>"Let me know if you need to requisition anything to prepare for your endeavors, I'll be in my office," Dahlia adds. <br><br>The party was continuing out in the courtyard. Now that the formalities and the Queen's appearance had passed, etiquette was beginning to slack a bit, and the attendant assassins were beginning to get a little more messy and overindulgent in their feasting and drinking. <br><br><br><br>Those seeking to pursue Sir Stonethrush would be given tokens to travel via portal to the Choir's local safehouse on the outskirts of the holy city, once they had prepared for their mission. Those pursuing the necromancer were given the location of an extinct tribe's burial grounds not to far from here, used by one of Zorm's branch cults. They would have to infiltrate it and discover his next location. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>19-07-2017, 03:39:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel" - The Side Room -&gt; Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; Time to go enjoy oneself<br><hr><br>It was quite clear that they all had a rather good idea what it was they were going to do at this point, and The Queen seemed to agree.&nbsp; They were, of course, recently promoted to one of the highest ranks in the order after all, one would hope they were all competent assassins at this point.&nbsp; Triss reflexively stands up from her seat, the slit of her dress coming closed around her legs as she does, as The Queen rises from her own seat.<br><br>"I'm sure we'll catch you in the morning, Dhalia," she adds thoughtfully as she considers some minor preparations that she could make before going off to fight a necromancer and his horde.&nbsp; The thought obviously passes quickly.<br><br>"The more we drink tonight," she begins to explain, looking to Vulra, Gilead, and Xinshi, "the easier it will be for us to pass as the dead in the morning while hungover."<br><br>"In the meantime, I think I'll go enjoy myself for a while," she adds after another short pause, taking a moment to consider her outfit once more.&nbsp; With the brief movement of her lips the black leather of her dress shifts about her.&nbsp; The material seems almost to ooze up over her chest to her bare neck where it loops around into a leather collar, tight against her skin and just above the collarbones.&nbsp; Two lengths of stiff cloth reach downward from the collar, one over each breast, forming an X as they cross over one another just below her chest, wrapping around her until rejoining together at her back, just below her tail which freely dangles behind her.&nbsp; At her hips a simple belt resting low on her hips and holding that X of material from her neck to her waist tight to her skin.&nbsp; The ankle-length skirt shortens only slightly to just below her calves, making the leather boots she wore more obvious.&nbsp; The color soon shifts afterwards, a dark red spreading like the crimson of a wound soaking through a shirt until it is a red-black of clotting blood, instead of a pure black it was previously.<br><br>She stretches her still-bare arms over her head as her tail makes a slow, languid sway through the air behind her.&nbsp; "Now to see about that drink," she mentions as her arms fall back to her sides.&nbsp; She begins to make her way back out of the side room to rejoin the festivities.&nbsp; As she walks by her tail flirtatiously runs momentarily along Vulra's leg, hooking briefly around her knee.<br><br>"Do try not to set too many people on fire," she suggests to Balt as she walks by, bringing up a hand run her fingertips over one of the horns protruding from his head slowly.<br><br>"Do come by later if you decide you might need some...special concoctions, love," she suggests to <em>The Lady</em> with a crooked grin.<br><br>Once back out into the main festival hall she abruptly takes a glass to drink of whatever it was the various serving-girls (and boys as the case may be) were carrying about.&nbsp; She waited, for a time, near the entrance to the side room observing the party to see where she might insert herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>20-07-2017, 03:12:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triss, Gil, Balt, Sanosuke, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as a vampire looking elf<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>"It had been my most delightful pleasure to have met my queen and thanks for your permission to continue with our welcoming celebrations."<br><br>With an exaggerated bow and manners Vulra said farewell to the their queen and to her assistant as well, "We shall see you again soon then Lady Darktallow"<br><br>Returning to the affairs they had been discussing before, there was the pending invitation of The Lady and that of the tieflings Balt and Sanosuke but she was already 'engaged' to Sir Gilead and the charming Triss so if anything was going to happen her and the first one it better happen tonight or it would have to wait until they all returned from they respective missions.<br><br>Making her way towards the lady in her already characteristic eye catching sway Vulra gave her a soft kiss on the lips, "I Guess this is a 'bye for now' unless you want to participate in the small bet game we had planned before leaving." with a playful wink she left her behind and approached to the clawed tiefling to do the same with him though this time she stopped a few inches before making contact with him, teasing him as she grazed his lips with hers and letting him feel her warm breath before pulling away, "Oh not yet my dear, you still have a bet to win"<br><br>But in the meanwhile she took a chance to check the items they were being given. "Now let's see what do we have here?, a map?... Burial grounds?... So this is where Zorm's hideout is located. Um, interesting place though a little too obvious if you ask me. So we have to infiltrate this place then, I like the idea of sharing 'a few' drinks but I don't really need that to pass as an undead."<br><br>Following the actions done by Triss Vulra suddenly tore off her own clothes, and it seemed as if she had torn off her own skin as well with an horrific visage appearing before revealing herself as a beautiful half orc woman in a daring outfit with a skimpy jacket and scanty skintight short pants. A fraction of second later though that picture of her wan no longer to be seen and a pale vampire looking elf with a short translucent gown stood in the middle of them, a disguise that left behind no trace of magic as it was supernatural in nature. Even her tone of voice of and demeanor changed making some wonder what her real self really was.<br><br>Vulra grabbed Triss from behind then, just as her tail run through her overly exposed leg and thigh and lettting her hand trace her from behind Vulra reached up through her back up the level of her neck where she would pull her hair aside to reveal the bare grey-skinned skin of the tiefling's neck, "Yes, let's have some fun. The night is still young"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>22-07-2017, 12:47:53</strong>
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				<hr> <div class="floatleft">(https://s14.postimg.org/hat12awyp/f1d465336412b3bed6ab8a27df0a6b45.jpg)</div>Gil<br><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Vulra, Triss, Open<br>&nbsp;Notes:<br><hr><br>Gil watched as the Queen and her right hand left, wondering once again why they couldn't have simply waited till the morn. He was roused by Triss' comment about passing for the undead. He snorted in mirth.<br><br>"Ain't no amount of grog gonna make me pass fer the dead, and if yer don't believe me, yer welcome to try an' prove me wrong. I reckon a few zombies'd really sell the 'ole Necromancer act."<br><br>Now that the girls had taken a glance over the Dossier on the necromancer, Gilead took a moment to gather it up, tucking it in his hand. He'd read it over soon enough. Probably once everyone else was good and sloshed. Perhaps he'd have managed to drown at least some of his demons by then. He found himself impressed, as first, Triss, then Vulra pulled off their transformations. <br><br>"Now there's a neat trick." he remarked with a low whistle, as the human became something else entirely. Still, the night wasn't getting any younger, and Gil was hankering to get back to the celebrations that had been so irritatingly interrupted. He stood to leave.<br><br>"I"ll be damned if I'm gonna sit in here all night. Anyone wants to join me, I don't reckon I'll be to hard to find" <br><br>Making for the door to the courtyard, he stepped around the women as they flirted, Vulra wasting little time in turning the tables on the tiefling, it seemed."Amen to that." he muttered at her words of wisdom, pushing his way out through the heavy door in the courtyard to rejoin the party.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2017, 19:50:48</strong>
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				'The Lady' <em>Assassin of Honor, Reputation and Name</em><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging:Vulra, Xinshin Everyone else<br>&nbsp;Spells active:&nbsp; <br><hr><div class="floatright"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/a4/7d/bba47d9e8f44faba3779fe6fbb0c5fd3.jpg)</div><br>"Don't make promises..unless you want to keep them. I wish I hadn't had a dalliance planned..we'd see to it tonight." The Lady teased back as she matched Vulra's lips in the kiss, hinting by the touch of her painted lips to something more to be attained..if one knew how. She smiled as she slipped out of the kiss, a sly twinkle in her eye and she watched the other assassin leave with an appreciative gave on Vulra's form. <br><br>Sitting down, she swiftly wrote out.a small pile of missives. Instructions to this or that agent, ally, thrall or simple court gossip. Knowing how to put the right words in the wrong mouth at the right time was a science and art, the court had a thousand daggers poised to kill any person's virtue, honor and reputation for their own gain. <br><br>The trick was coordinating them to strike in ways and times that led the victim to think it was mere happenstance and rumor rather than by design. She handed off the notes, letters&nbsp; and even coded messages to her unseen sservants to pass on to the building servants to pass to messengers that would get them to their final destinations. She would of course start the attack with the weapons at hand, but she was mostly asking for information on the Stonethrush and his order. She knew the order was a righteous one, but what 'warts' did it hide under it's shining public image? Hubris, wrath and pride were easy targets among the righteous as she well knew. She needed to find out more about Sir Stonethrush's personal weaknesses before moving further.&nbsp; <br><br>Knowing a weakness made even a stalwart champion of good and law like a paladin into something that could be used. For example, her dalliance for the evening was a paladin. Lady Callidence was not your usual paladin sworn to an order build on chivalry and crusading heritage, she was an aasimar who had come into her heritage as a teen. She was a worshiper of the goddess of beauty; she had converted in her mid-20s from a simple street duelist to a judicial champion of an uncommon sort, her lethal grace and precision with a rapier let her undo foes many times stronger than herself. A self taught paladin, she wasn't as formally trained in her powers of faith but as the founder of the 'Twinkling blade' school she was a well known swordsman and teacher. <br><br>The Lady sat back and considered things. Lady Callidence was considered an 'upstart' in many social corners. Strong in faith but short in formal training, openly favoring women, nearly titled (earned thru action rather than heritage to boot), committed to both law and justice while avoiding any ties to the any order of paladins out there. In short, she was almost perfect for turning the small group of duelists/assassins who had betrayed their contract to the Lady into mince. <br><br>The trick was getting the swashbuckling paladin into conflict with the renegade duelists in such a way that Sir Stonethrush backed the renegades till such time as it could be revealed they were 'assassins' and he was openly attacking another paladin. <br><br>"Xinshi..could you deliver a message to Sir Stonethrush? I would imagine that sometime tomorrow that he should become aware that the mistress of the 'Twinkling Blade' school killed a handful of 'Steel Rose' duelists over an exaggerated slight. A mistress of the blade killing oh.. four or five first year students should make him curious enough to see how this 'renegade' paladin might have fallen." &nbsp;She smiled artfully. "If you wish, it would give you a chance to examine him up close if you like." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>01-08-2017, 21:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triss, Gil, Balt, Sanosuke, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as a vampire looking elf<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>Still grabbing Triss and taking her time now to kiss and tease the neck of the tiefling girl as if she was a vampire playing with her food Vulra would walk Triss, if she allowed her to do so, to the main room where the party was being held to offer a greater show for the guests, "It's been a while since I had tasted one of your kind my lovely oni spawned one so I'll take my time to enjoy myself" with her current appearance it certainly would seem she was going to suck her blood after having some pretty entertaining to watch fun though that was not what she exactly meant but she didn't say anymore about it and instead looked at Gil and answered as she made his way through the heavy door, "Same goes to you my fellow" meaning he could join in if he wanted to though that was also an open invitation for everyone else.<br><br>Before she left the room where they were interview by the queen she also restated her previous words as the partially translucent silvery gown she wore now allowed to appreciate her whole figure as she walked away, "Oh I am very willing to keep my promises should you make a interesting enough wager to have me as a prize."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [Base Thread] [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>03-08-2017, 01:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Xinshi.jpg/424px-Xinshi.jpg)<br>Xinshi The Herald (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1206793)<br></div> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong> 'Xinshi' The Herald</strong></span></span><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Gilead, Vulra, Callie, Everyone else<br>&nbsp;Spells active:&nbsp; <br><br>Looking a little nonplussed as it seemed nearly everyone else except Gilead had pretty much ignored what he had said earlier, Xinshi chewed his lip thoughtfully.<br><br><strong>"I already stated that I didn't want to handle the Lord Captain's case.&nbsp; I was the first one to ask Gilead here about partnering up for the necromancer.&nbsp; If all you want is for me to drop off the message, that's fine.&nbsp; But I'm not trading assignments.&nbsp; Now then... I'm going to go get tipsy, grope some cute newly inducted acolytes, and you can find me in the morning over breakfast."</strong><br><br><strong>Making his way after Gilead, he called out "I've a few ideas...&nbsp; but let's get away from these randy stoats for the time being.&nbsp; I'm far more at ease with females that don't make a habit of feeding on their mates after coitus..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>firepyre</strong> on <strong>04-08-2017, 07:31:18</strong>
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				<br><hr> <div class="floatleft">(https://s14.postimg.org/hat12awyp/f1d465336412b3bed6ab8a27df0a6b45.jpg)</div>Gil<br><br>&nbsp;Location: Thorn &amp; Talon: 'The Chapel'<br>&nbsp;Tagging: Xinshi, Open<br>&nbsp;Notes:<br><hr><br>Gil paused and turned when Xinshi called out, waiting for the other man to catch him up, pleased to have the bard's company. He glanced over to where the "Vampire" was seducing her victim at Xinshi's mention. <br><br>"So yer not a fan of our new travelin' companions then. Best let 'em get it out of their systems, I say... Anybody tries to take a bite out of me, I'll fuckin' muzzle 'em."<br><br>He cast about the courtyard for a table, spying one, a heavy oaken bench, nearly empty in a corner, away from the action. Making a beeline for it, he caught the lone occupant's eye, giving him a venemous glance that said shove off. Drunk as he was, the man got the message. The paladin's reputation was quite infamous after all. Gil swept the table clear, and motioned for Xinshi to join him in taking a seat. Then he retrieved the dossiers he'd secreted away earlier, laying them out on the table. Next, he caught the eye of an acolyte, beckoning the young lad over to the table. <br><br>"Bring us a mug of the strong stuff, and," He thumbed at Xinshi "whatever he wants. There's a good lad." <br><br>Once the boy was off, he gave the Bard his full attention.<br><br>"Lets hear those ideas of yers them. What did yer have in mind?" <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [Base Thread] [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 01:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sanosuke, Vulra, Triss, Gil, The Lady<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Eating fast lunch<br><hr><br>Balt listens and observes as groups are split, as Triss suggests he is send to deal with obelisk he eagerly nods (mouth full of food). Once their guild leader gives permission to dismiss he returns back to earlier hall, once his mouth was empty he said to The Lady; "Okay, you handle the shaming part and I handle the explosions and Sanosuke does his brute muscle work for you. Works fine for me." On Triss words he just chuckled, but he raised his eye brow up on Vulra's revealing trickery; discard cloth as if tearing her own flesh and reveal lovely looking half-orc in more regular clothing but then don clothing back up and appear as exotic half-elf vampire and he says to Vulra; "Why cover such beauty I wonder? Or your into roleplays and dressing up for fun then?" He ate and watched Vulra flirt with Triss and seemingly drawn to Triss and Gil, well, anyone really. But Gil departed to drink with Xinshi and he finishes his roasted duck and with prestidigitation clean his hands and face from grease he walks to the girls and says; "Well, if your up to for wagers and such, how we hold a bit alchemist contest between me and Triss here? You lady of course would be target of our alchemical cocktails. Nothing permanent mind you nor harmful, but let's say we could test who makes most potent aphrosidiac serum with supplies we got in hand now and no using spells or magic in the product.<br><br>To make contest fair we would use poison cleansing alchemical or poison removal spell when we compare the products than other product either conflict or accelerate the effects. Measure of success is measured by physical and mental examination. Along with speed to kick in and duration of the effect."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 05:31:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7a/3b/ea/7a3bea2f3185c8eb1f6faeb1bc2fecc4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Vulra Vor</span><br>Spirit Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265592.msg13200024#msg13200024)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triss, Gil, Xinshi, Sanosuke, Balt, The Lady<br><strong>Notes:</strong> disguised as a vampire looking elf<br><strong>Effects active:</strong> Fearsome Guise<br><hr><br>Not releasing yet the neck of the lovely Triss Vulra smiled at the comment of Xinshi and couldn't resist answering him in a provocative tone, "...and how about feeding on your mates' cum, would be against that too?" But this was just a mere disguise, even so Vulra wouldn't be dismissing it yet and preferred to keep toying with the idea of eating her mate as the bard said.<br><br>She didn't stop either when Balt approached but she did reply to his inquire about hiding her beauty, "Just giving a friendly display of my own abilities, I'm into lots stuff for fun and this is just the icing..." she said as she dared to open Triss' dress then to expose one of her stiff nipples before she softly bit it "...of the cake." If she was allowed to continue Vulra would keep on 'feeding' on Triss exposed bosom, licking, sucking and nibbling her bare breast in front of everyone before she turned to Balt again as it was finally him who came up with an interesting idea for a wager.<br><br>"I like your idea..." more as she planned to use the Lady as the subject of the concoctions "but I would like it more if more people were allowed to participate" she added as she looked at Gil, Xin and Sano who did not seem to have any alchemical skills, "... maybe they can come up with an extra challenge." Who could make The Lady cum first was the first thing that came to her mind, either though alchemy or through more traditional means, but she didn't say anything about that idea and would let others speak for themselves. She wouldn't offer herself as the test subject of the wager itself either as she had already offered herself as the prize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Thorn &amp; Talon [Base Thread] [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 20:04:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Thorn &amp; Talon, "The Chapel" - Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; Time to go enjoy oneself<br><hr><br>Vulra's sudden actions drew her attention following her own transformation.&nbsp; The ripping of her clothes was one thing, but when her flesh followed Triss grinned slightly as her rather flashy transformation transitioned from human to half-orc to vampiric elf.&nbsp; "I thought there was a little more to you than met the eye..." she commented before continuing on her way back out into the party room.<br><br>Vulra following her was perhaps surprising, and as she came up from behind to tease the Tiefling she leaned back into her body ever so slightly, tilting her head to the side as Vulra guided it so she could more easily access her neck in the vague act of vampirism.&nbsp; Triss let out a little purr of delight as her lips turned with another mischievous grin.&nbsp; "That it is," she agreed with the sentiment of having plenty of time to enjoy themselves before getting to work the following day.&nbsp; The kisses along her neck brought little shivers to her body as her tail instinctively reached out to coil around the lower part of Vulra's thigh once again.&nbsp; She almost seemed eager at the thought of having the Elf bite into her neck and drink at her blood, allowing the slightly smaller woman to move Triss around without much--if any--resistance.<br><br>Triss's brow first raised as Balt came over to instigate a competition between them, and not just any but one of <em>Alchemy</em>.&nbsp; She seemed as if she might suddenly rebuke the idea, or at least make some boast about her abilities, but then Vulra's fingers slipped her breast just enough out of her outfit to give her a clear sight of the stiff nub of flesh--which she promptly nipped at.&nbsp; Triss's tail lightly massaged Vulra's thigh like a constricting snake as she let out a low moan instead of a venomous retort to Balt.&nbsp; Her bifurcated tongue slipped out to run along her lips.&nbsp; "Mmm," she murmured quietly as Vulra's lips, tongue, and teeth continued to tease her, quelling the usually fiery temper of the Tiefling.<br><br>"A delightful, mm, idea," she eventually agreed when she seemed to finally recover enough from the Elf's teasing.&nbsp; "A competition of orgiastic proportions," she added to Vulra's thought of adding more people.&nbsp; She had a sense that Vulra had something in mind herself, but didn't press to find out what that might be.&nbsp; Not yet anyway.
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