Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC
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				Title: <strong>Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 18:37:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Every1sAHero.png)</div> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Fable.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~Amberdale~</strong></span></div><br>Amberdale is a small town bustling town at the intersection of the Eastern Trade Road and the Shadow Vale Caravan Route.&nbsp; It is surrounded by farmland that has been cut from the Oldwall Forest.&nbsp; Amberdale has one large inn and tavern, the Vine and Horn, which attracts merchants, adventurers and locals looking for news from the capital. There is a help wanted board just outside of the Inn.&nbsp; Creatures from the Oldwall Forest and Shadow Vale are a constant nuisance to the citizens of Amberdale and the surrounding farmers and intrigues from the capital sometimes find the town a safe place to fester and take root.&nbsp; Wardens from nearby Fort Castor do patrol the roads, but they are few and far between.&nbsp; Amberdale does have a town watch.<br><br>Amberdale has everything a starting adventurer needs.&nbsp; There is a smithy for arms and armor, a general store for equipment and provisions and the Vine and Horn, an inn and tavern for resting, drinking and other enjoyments.&nbsp; There is intrigue in Amberdale too.&nbsp; Nearby Kobolds, Goblins and Gnolls are a constant threat and the natural tunnels that crisscross under the town and nearby area are a haven for bandits, thieves and other critters that are no match for hardened adventurers, but terrifyingly deadly to those brave and fool hardy neophytes that come to Amberdale everyday to seek adventure in the surrounding farmlands and nearby Oldwall Forest, Forelorn Hills and Shadow Vale.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Places of Interest</span></em><br><br>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern (Has its own Thread)<br>Town Hall<br>Stonecock Forge<br>Phospheme's Adventuring Supplies and General Store<br>Town Watch<br>Potions Galore and Magical Sundries<br>Paperbound Bookstore<br>The Tunnels</div><br><div align="center"><strong>This thread is for any scene in Amberdale that does not have its own thread.</strong></div><br>Headers<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&lt; URL for your avatar image, if desired &gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Race and Occupation:[/b]<br>[b]Location &amp; Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] &lt;Tag characters you are talking too or mentioning&gt;<br></code></pre><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 19:19:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~Common Threats~</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Small Critters</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/2f7c78c4378b7aae8d237e083732884f.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/8d45c5bc9cdabc9d4e1d73e97b7e13f9.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/6f47b721642b3dc7d0f7c1ae1c7cec24.jpg)</div><br>The bane of every neophyte adventurer.&nbsp; They may look cute or creepy or cooky or all together ookey but don't let their small size or vile cuteness fool you.&nbsp; They can be deadly.&nbsp; Spiders, Rats, Moss Foxes, Snakes abound in the all lands.&nbsp; They are deceptively dangerous and also a lucrative source of sustenance and copper pieces.&nbsp; The greatest heroes of the land started out hunting snakes for nubile farms sons and daughters.&nbsp; They will deny it but they did it all the same. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Goblins</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/4540dc75b65e002f023ef8c47fa8907d.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/6efc4930d9322c6ae3af62f48c0ab8d7.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/827eb22cc29d6851bedbbad5911ec690.jpg)</div><br>Goblins are a highly adaptive and numerous species.&nbsp; Seriously, they reproduce like rabbits and have the libido to match.&nbsp; Goblin Clans that live in cities often adopt the culture of the dominant species o the area.&nbsp; If they feel persecuted by the local culture they often turn to banditry as a big middle finger to those that rejected them. Goblins in the wild are a mixed bad.&nbsp; They worship nature spirits and take on the beliefs of those beings as their own making for both benevolent and malicious clans depending on the spirit they revere.&nbsp; The largest clans near Amberdale are the Green Rage Clan of the Oldwall Forest and the Night Goblin Clan of Shadow Vale.&nbsp; Many families of Goblins live near Amberdale.&nbsp; Those that choose to live in the town have left clan society by choice or exile.&nbsp; Farming has pushed out a number of goblin families leaving them disenfranchised and resorting to banditry as a way to survive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 00:08:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> The Dark of Night... the Streets and Alleys of Amberdale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; OPEN<br><br><hr><br>As night fell on the town of Amberdale so too did the torchlit shadow of Süna Lightwater. Flames flickered and Süna Lightwater ducked and rolled valiantly to spring up in the shadow of an alley. She was an assassin, a rogue, she was the Outlaw Rogue. Here is where she would find her prey... The sewer rats of Amberdale, their days were numbered.<br><br>Earlier that evening when Süna had entered the town her eyes spotted a small parchment nailed to the door of an inn. The once proud building stood a total of two stories with slanted roof bowed in the centered. It's pine boards now worn and gray but it's heart beat strong and true like the buildings of yester yore?... before in the past?... Anyways, it had once been a grand building. And of course standing at a mighty two stories tall it was double the size of almost every building in the village where Süna had grown.&nbsp; Actually, she was impressed by every building in the town. But this building had a sign on it advertising a free room for anyone that could clear out the rats. She took that quest and set off in search of the vermin. The matronly Inn Owner.. Well it was more of a rooming house than an Inn and Süna wasn't even sure if it was a rooming house actually.... The lady of the building pointed her in the general direction where the rat infestation was coming from. There was some sort of gutter under a road where the lady had witnessed the creepy crawlies.<br><br>Süna was now in the alley and ready to pounce on the den of rats, with careful stealthy mastery of silence she tip toed deeper into the shadows to land the killing blow on her enemies. At least that's how this was playing out in her head. <br><br>When Süna's foot stepped on something large and wiggling in the dark she let out a yelp, stumbled sideways into the wall, and fell on a whole writhing mass of flesh. She whipped out her dagger, attempted a Random Stab of Randomness. The butt end of her blade hit something and it responded with a terrible wailing. Soft spongy wet repulsive fur met her hands. The rat was enormous, larger than her. It smelled like soured milk! In the darkness of the alley she couldn't see what had happened to her dagger, all she remembered was the clattering of steel on stone. The beast rolled her around and it was on top of her. Then it's teeth clamped around her ankle and with incredible agility it stood up and began to drag her out of the alley. Süna clawed at the ground, slapping her hands about in the dark for her dagger and caught hold of it only to feel the immense strength of this monstrous rat chuck her bodily into the lighted street. She tumbled around, her burlap sack cloak tangling up around her. Fighting to free herself she got up on one knee with the burlap cloak majestically billowing out to either side and she stared evil in the eyes.... Evil? The evil thing wobbled from side to side, mumbling something about spilling his ale. The stench of it and the wetness of his beard indicated that it held the contents of said ale.&nbsp; The great oaf was a man, or maybe a very tall dwarf, it was difficult to discern from the vantage point of being down on one knee. No, Süna was quite sure it was an ordinary man. A big drunk, heavily bearded man.<br><br>The giant dwarf? Man? Oaf? ... Whatever it was, he wobbled off mumbling harmlessly, barely acknowledging the little elf girl in her tattered old sack cloak.<br><br>Süna stood up and dusted herself off. She was out on the street. Not a rat in sight and no room for the night.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sewer Rats 1 | Süna Lightwater 0</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 12:16:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Mid-Morning | Streets of Amberdale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><br><hr><br>Another beautiful day in the town of Amberdale... As Jasper set foot out of the door of his home, he could see the active life he'd come to appreciate since arriving at the village the week prior. The blonde-haired lumberjack tilted his head back, taking a deep breath to taste the air of the village... It was different from living in a village that existed among dense foliage and trees like back home... It was also so much bigger. Back home, he'd gotten to know everyone over the course of a few hours, but here...? A week and he was still sure he hadn't seen everyone.<br><br>There were many sorts of establishments and places he had yet to visit, but he'd begun making himself useful from the moment he settled here. Often the Questing Board alone kept him busy, but often he would chance upon others needing help at a given moment even without using the board... Thankfully, nothing that proved too dangerous except that one time someone he needed to chase bunnies away from a farmers crops. No one had told him the bunnies around here could he especially vicious and wound up getting bitten several times over, as well as jumped upon. He still ultimately succeeded, but it definitely wasn't his proudest moment to get roughed up by odd bunny creatures. <br><br>"Let's see what the new day brings in." Jasper psyched himself up, stepping out onto the streets. Today's agenda had him visiting the local bookstore named Paperbound to meet the workers and see what they offered, visit the Stonecock Forge and meet the workers there... There was much to do for him, and that was before taking a gander around town or observing the Quest Board to help the latest round of citizens. However, as he moved about, he was bumped into by someone running very fast in the opposite direction.<br><br>^Gyah! Move move, not have time! Must go, must go!^ the voice came from below, as Jasper turned and realized there was a goblin with a book in both arms, looking left and right. After a few moments, he remembered who he ran into and began to plead. ^Ack, bigperson! Need help! Small meaniefur chase me, wants my flappy pages! Help me, bigperson!^ the Goblin pleaded... Yet Jasper could only raise his brow and look down at the Goblin. Maybe not the most subtle way to ask for help, but-<br><br>Wait, Jasper saw it then! A small fox creature was racing around other people and barreling toward the Goblin now. It almost looked like a Moss Fox, but wasn't covered by it at all... "I've got this, go." the taller male nodded to the Goblin, waiting on standby while the Goblin swiftly nodded and scurried off with a quiet chuckle. Jasper, meanwhile, waited until the creature approached to chase the goblin... Until his arms reached out and snagged the furry creature. <br><br>"Gotcha! Now now, you shouldn't be playing around in the town stealing things that belong to other people, you know that?" Jasper frowned, lifting the fox to be level with his head. "Can't just leave you on your own, let's get you somewhere near the forest..." He held the fox with two hands, humming as he walked along to deposit the creature elsewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 16:04:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mentioning Felicity<br><br><hr><br>Leovic liked the work he did.<br><br>The clang of iron, the singing of the forge coals, the dance of the metal underneath his hammer; each was an important part of the performance.&nbsp; It was an intricate piece of his soul, being made manifest by his own talent, skill, hardwork, and the sweat of his brow. He had learned this love for smithing in the Stoneharth hold, where he learned how to make axe heads, and crossbow bolts, and where he honed his skills with a smith whose swords would make most of the warriors here weep with the quality of his work!<br><br>He pulled the iron out of the fire for the last time, and placed it on the horn of the anvil. With one last tap with his hammer, he saw the completion of his work.<br><br>...Shame it was just a horseshoe.<br><br>His work had gotten a lot less grand since leaving the heroic keep of the Stoneharth family, and a little more mundane under the Stone...the Stone<em>cock</em> name. It wasn't exactly his first idea he had in mind for an appropriate master's name, and truth be told he'd thought he misheard when he joined underneath Felicity's banner. Now that he knew the truth...now that he knew <em>several</em> truths about the woman, it sometimes made him wonder if it was a test by the gods that led him to Amberdale.<br><br>Still, with Horseshoes done, and with a slight sweat worked up, Leovic stretched out his form, muscles bulging and joints popping in appreciation of his sudden release of tension. “<strong>Alright Boss, I'm done for the morning. Gimme a call if you need more work done, I'll go sit in the front.</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>No sweat, Leo.</strong>” The woman shouted, herself working hard on the grindstone, sharpening a farmer's hoe. <br><br>And so, Leovic ended up sitting at the front counter of the Blacksmithy, leaning over it and reading a book while he waited for anything interesting to come into his life. Never know when a villager might need a bit of muscle and turn to the Half-Orcish Dwarfson, or when an adventurer might need to buy a dagger in a hurry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 01:39:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WF2X1uE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Minotaur Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leovic<br><br><hr><br>Leovic didn't have to wait long before something came. Interesting was, of course, in the eye of the beholder, but there was certainly a lot to behold in the large woman who came into the store, stooping to get through the door. In her hand, she was carrying a huge stone... thing nearly as tall as she was that half looked like a weapon and fully looked too heavy for most people to hold, even for someone as obviously strong as she obvious was. Her lack of any clothes made it easy to determine that fact by the shear mass of muscles she displayed, just as it made easy to resolve the possible confusion by noticing that she was not human to boot. Her furry legs and horn made that quite clear. As well as, possibly, her apparent lack of human modesty, any bare coverings she had covering her only accidentally at best. <br><br>"This is the blacksmiths?" Alyssa asked, though it could just as easily be taken as a statement or a demand. She was new to town and, when she first entered a town, she preffered to go to a blacksmith's first. There were many reasons. To ask about her weapon, for one, and to ask about potential jobs for the other. Certainly, an inn was traditional in this sense, but she found that smithies, which were frequented by adventurers nearly as much, tended to know well about the goings on. And, as well, they tended to be more aware of jobs requiring strength, one of her obvious specialties. "You're the one in charge?" she asked the man at the counter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 07:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/03/a3/6903a376ea38438ac5f9b2c493281ce7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><hr>The mornings were always quiet at the Paperbound. Well, most of the time it was quiet here. During that time Merry was supposed to dust the books and shelves, keep the catalogue up to date and stay awake. When her employer was around, she did that, and when he wasn’t… she read about epic adventures of heroes of the past times. They were inspiring. Merry had a strong faith that she would be doing legendary deeds one day too. She would become an amazing sorceress and destroy evil forces! Eventually… Some day… Probably…&nbsp; <br><br>In the bookstore was a small corner that was reserved for her and her fortune telling. Merry did astromancy, tarot card reading, visions and moon water reading. The astromancy was most popular, mostly because some parents wanted her to read stars for their newly born child to know what was waiting for the child in the future. Tarot was something young maidens preferred when they wanted to know about their love life. Merry’s own personal favorite method was vision reading. She had a pretty hookah and some special herbs that would grant her ability to see spirits. Or if her customer felt adventurous enough, she allowed them to see the spirit themselves. Moon water reading was something Merry reserved for customers she was especially fond of, meaning they were usually physically attractive to her. It wasn’t entertaining at all to sprinkle the water on greasy fat mounds of an old man who had bathed in the last full moon, but a beautiful nicely shaped lady or a man with defined muscles… well, that was a different thing!<br><br>Merry had some customers who came for fortune telling, but all they did was offer her a cup of tea or a glass of wine while they gossiped about relationships of the locals and happenings of Amberdale. Merry appreciated company. It made the quiet store feel lively. <br><br>The Vulpi opened her eyes when she heard someone open the door a step inside. It was a green goblin. The little fox had been napping on a window sill, where she had a soft pillow to nap on. She stretched and jumped down before returning to her real form. “How can I help you?” The girl asked with a friendly smile.<br><br>The goblin said he was just browsing. Merry tried to inquire what topics he was interested in. The goblin liked fish and sailing. Maybe a bit off for a goblin, but who was she to judge? Yet when Merry brought him books about fishes and sailing, he showed little to no interest in them. Instead he seemed to be intrigued by the appearance of the books. When Merry was on a ladder, reaching high to fetch a book the goblin wanted to take a closer look at, the little fellow left. He really was just browsing, Merry thought… and then she saw the goblin running behind the store window, carrying a huge tome above his head with both hands.<br><br>“Hey! You didn’t pay for that! Give it back goblin!” The Vulpi rushed out and shouted after the little thief, who instead of handing her the book like a good person, started running as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Stop! Give it back!” Merry almost bumped on a wheelbarrow loaded with rutabagas when she ran after the thief. The little bookseller sighed in frustration and changed into her fox form. She blinked though the wheelbarrow and ran after the mischief maker.<br><br>The book slowed down the cursed goblin, and Merry was closing in. I’m going to bite you for this! Then the ground suddenly disappeared from beneath her little paws. The fox kept running, paddling air like a dog swimming. “What are you…?! Help, help! A kidnapper! Someone is going to kidnap me! Don’t take me to the forest! What are you going to do to me?! I’m not even a real fox!” Well, in a way she was. Now this was something that got her distracted, because she had a real fox form and even her human form was kind of foxy, so was she really a fox? What made a fox fox? “I mean, I’m kind of a fox, but not like a forest foxfox.” Her small voice sounded humanlike, except it was a bit distorted, being higher than her normal voice and it sounded like she was growling in a cute way while speaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 11:47:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Mid-Morning | Streets of Amberdale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><br><hr><br>It was such a cute little thing! He hadn't seen too many fixes back in his home village, but the few that turned up often grew friendly with the villagers because they fed them. Part of him considered keeping this one as a pet...<br><br>At least until it started talking.<br><br>"... Whoa, hold up. You can <em>talk</em>?" It was the first observation from his brilliant mind, carefully turning the fox around until he could look at it better. There didn't seem to be anything different about it compared to other foxes he had seen except maybe color-wise... But he was positive he'd never heard of one that could talk. "I was going to take you back to the forest because I thought you came from there, to be honest..." He blinked and tilted his head to the side.<br><br>A real, talking fox though... Only a week here and already he was coming across unusual things! Maybe he didn't need to go out on an adventure in the future if weird things like this kept happening!<br><br>"So you didn't grow up in a forest? Are you a mountain fox? A lake fox? ... Are city foxes a thing?" The questions came up one by one as he moved to find a bench to sit down, setting the fox on his lap. "Hey, wait, if you can talk, then why were you chasing that goblin? You probably scared the poor guy half to death." He realized he should have probably asked that question first. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 12:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br><hr>“Of course I can talk!” The fox huffed like even suspecting that was an insult. Unlike normal foxes, her eyes were aquamarine blue. “Puuuut me dooooown!” Ask and you shall be given. The human sat down and finally she had ground, or human, under her black paws. <br><br>“I’m not that kind of fox. I’m a Vulpi.” The creature cocked her head back, sounding proud of her race. She wanted to be a proud Vulpi, but the truth was Merry suffered from an inferior complex. The Kitsunes had nine tails, and the Vulpis had just one tail. But that one tail was fluffier and shinier than all stupid nine tails together! <br><br>It would be easier to show him instead of explaining, so Merry changed her form once again. Where had been the red fox a moment ago, was now an adult woman with pointy fox ears and an amazingly fluffy tail. The dark haired girl on atop of Jasper’s lap, her legs ,veiled in white thigh highs, on his both sides. Merry stood on her knees, which put her massive chest so close to the human’s face it obstructed his view.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh! That thief!” Merry finally remembered. She looked in the direction where the goblin had been running when she saw him the last time. “Why you let him get away?! He stole a book from my store! Oh no no…! I’m going to blame you if we don’t catch it! You helped that criminal so help me catch it and retrieve the book!” Otherwise I have to pay for the book if I can’t return it…&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 01:29:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alyssa, Mentioning Felicity, Open<br><br><hr><br>When the tall, muscular slab of beef walked into the Stonecock forge, of course Leo paid attention. It was hard not to, after all. Alyssa was hard to miss. She spoke plainly enough, which Leovoc instantly took a liking to, and the Half-Orcish Dwarf sized the woman up. She was as tall as he was and, honestly? Probably a little more muscular. He didn't know at a glance if he could beat her in a test of strength, and that was saying something considering his stature and occupation. "<strong>Aye, this be the forge.</strong> He said, not hiding his wandering eyes. She certainly wasn't modest, not that he minded." <strong>As for in charge? I'm in charge of the store right now, but the owner is in back. Name is Leovoc. Stone<em>harth</em>.</strong>" He said, emphasising the slight difference in surnames to distance himself from the crude surname.<br><br>He extended a hand out to the Minotauress, as much to test her strength as to be friendly. "<strong>Got your weapon stuck in a rock? That's gotta be quite the story</strong>." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 02:32:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WF2X1uE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Minotaur Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leovic<br><br><hr><br>"Not in a rock, no," Alyssa said as she placed her weapon on the counter, making it groan in protest under the weight. Doubtlessly, it wouldn't be so easy for anyone else to shift from there, as evidenced by the iron grip she gave Leovic when she grabbed his hand, made perhaps even more impressive by the fact that she apparently wasn't even trying to display her strength. "I'm Alyssa and this is my weapon," she explained, gesturing at the chunk of rock with her free hand. It didn't even have a proper grip , only a cloth wrapped around what she apparently believed to be the handle. "Every town of village, every smithy I've seen, I've brought it to them, hoping they could tell me about it. Nothing so far. 'Just a hunk of glowy rock,' they all say," she said with a chuckle, finally releasing his hand. "I'm not really expecting more from you. It's worth trying, but what I'm really after is information. I'm new in town. I need a way to earn coins. My skills... Well, I think they're obvious," she said, flexing one arm to impressive effect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 11:39:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Mid-Morning | Streets of Amberdale<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><br><hr><br>"A Vulpi? Never seen a fox like you before... Well, I nean, I've seen normal foxes but not talking ones. I guess there are more of you beyond the forest village.." Jasper trailed off as he looked at the small creature. He had to resist the urge to pet it, rub its belly, and play with its ears. Oh gods, those ears just looked so playful... Would it react like a normal dog to the belly rubs? Even when he played with the forest foxes, they were highly playful and made the cutest noises...<br><br>"They used to love coming and going from the village, to the point where we made a play area for them to run around and frolic in. Sometimes they'd also just find their ways into peoples' houses, but they wouldn't do anything bad. Some of the best animals I'd ever seen." He continued, unaware of what the little fox was doing until it was too late. <br><br>"Hey, wha-" Jasper began before he found his lap space severely occupied. Instead of a small fox, there was a sizable woman in his lap, with big ears, big thighs, a big tail&nbsp; and very big breasts... Arguably everything was quite big, and Jasper had to lean back before he raised a brow. "... Wow. You are... Uh, seriously big." He found himself bluntly admitting, before amending his response: "I mean this form in general. I expected you to just be a small fox, not a fox-person..." When he spoke it, he realized he was simply trying to cover his ass after having observed the sizable mammaries the woman was packing. <br><br>"Wait, thief?" This was no time for gawking, he could do that later. "You mean that little guy stole the book from you? And I... Ugh, crap, I should have known better!" He groused and palmed his face before helping Merry up. Once he could stand up, he looked around a bit, trying to remember when the Goblin had panicked. "I think he went this way, let's go!" He grabbed her hand and began to pull her away.<br><br>"So, do you know why he stole the book? I thought most goblins didn't enjoy reading very much..." While he wasn't entirely wrong about that assessment, he had no idea there happened to be some who tried to overcome that negative notion and endeavored to better themselves in the literary arts. Could this have been one such outlier?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 21:42:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alyssa, Mentioning Felicity, Open<br><br><hr><br>Leovic took another moment to take in the woman as she mentioned that her weapon wasn't 'in a rock'. Examining it, he hummed and hurred. It certainly wasn't something he'd be able to recognise instantly, but the quality of the material was obvious, at least. It was more than just some rocky-iron mineral; it was clearly some form of crafted too. It looked less like a warrior's weapon, and more like... “<strong>If I have to be honest; I don't think I can give you a proper answer. Blind guess? I'd say it looks the sort of thing t'be held by a well made statue of a warrior, or a king. Probably hurts when you get hit by it though.</strong>” He said, chuckling lightly as he returned her stiff grip. <br><br>When she released her hold on his hand, and began to flex to show off, Leovic reached over and picked up the hunk of Rock-and-metal with an obvious grunt of strain. He was able to shift it, but not particularly comfortably. He hadn't Alyssa's experience with the weapon's weight, after all. Still, with a hand and a half he was holding the thing, feeling how unweildy it was, and how it reflected on the Cow-Woman's strength. “<strong>Well, I can't say I'm much of a local bounty board, but I know the Abottryx has been looking for help for a while. She's easy to find at her Temple. Oberyn – The Town Warden – He's a good lad who normally has some bounties on the track. If you're looking for others who might want t' form a party, look to the Tavern.</strong>”<br><br>With a flex of his own, Leovic showed off his own immense strength, half-tossing the hunk of steel she called a weapon so that he could twist the handle around to face her, offering it to its original owner. “<strong>Hell, I'm free if you need another strong pair o' hands. I imagine we have a similar skillset though; in case you were worried I might show you up.</strong>” He chuckled, teasing and ribbing the woman gently to try and see how well she took to humour. Truth be told, he imagined they would be about the same in terms of strength, with her having a slight edge, but him having better technique. The refined strength of a Smith versus the unrestrained strength of a self-made fighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 02:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WF2X1uE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Minotaur Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leovic<br><br><hr><br>"You don't have to be honest, but it helps," Alyssa replied with a smile. "And I'll be honest in turn. That's about as much as I've gotten from anyone. Oh, there's some extra bits. Latent magic in the stone, or a naturally glowy stone or..." she waved a hand vaguely.<br><br>Leovic straining to pick up her weapon with two hands didn't seem to phase her much, though she seemed appreciative of the display, at least. Few could manage even this much. "The temple, the track and the inn," she repeated before getting directions to those places. She would be sure to go visit them. <br><br>When Leovic decided to show off a bit of his own strength, Alyssa's look of appreciation turned into a whistle, clearly showing how she was impressed. "There aren't many not of the minotaur that I've see handle this one like that, she said, taking her weapon back with one hand and returning it to its usual spot, resting on her shoulder. "I bet with you around, there's not going to be much need to wait to fetch me for anything," she said, with a laugh and a hefty slap to his shoulder. "But feel free to call for me if you ever find something you can't lift or can't smash." She reached back with her free hand to knock on her weapon. "Don't know what kind of magic this thing is supposed to be, but it doesn't break easily, at least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissa</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 15:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale | Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jasper, Closed<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br><hr>Merry nodded with a serious look, as serious as a little fox could look. “Naturally foxes are the best animals.” After returning to her human form her voice changed too. The growling and high tone were gone. Her human voice was bright and more pleasant to listen to. “I’m not big!” She contended immediately, blushing a bit. Merry thought he meant her size in general and for a female Vulpi she was average height. Saying she was big felt like she claimed she was clumsy.<br><br>“He did! You should have known better!” Merry agreed on that one. Nimbly the girl got up from on top of him. “My boss is going to be mad if I don’t return the book, and I bet he is going to take it off my pay if I fail to return it.” She made a quick look at the hand that grabbed hers, but without any resistance followed the human, hurrying her steps to keep up with him.<br><br>“I don’t have the faintest idea why he stole it. It’s not even among the most expensive or rare books we have. I don’t know if he can read or not. He was oddly interested in the covers of the books… and sailing and fishes…” Now that she told all that aloud, Merry got a bad feeling. She hoped she was wrong. “The river! Let’s not waste time trying to find him here. He must have run to waters where he can imagine finding fishes!” Still holding his hand Merry dashed forward. The quick steps caused a boing boing effect on her chest. The wild bouncing of her massive breasts made one wonder how those two thin cloth strips managed not to snap and expose the whole beauty of her enormous bosom. <br><br>"Why were you even helping a thief in the first place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 18:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alyssa, Mentioning Felicity, Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Scene Ending<br><br><hr><br>“<strong>I'm sure you'll figure it out.</strong>” Leo said, in response to her query about her unusual weapon. “<strong>Most good adventurer's stories start with a mystery, after all.</strong>” He smirked, rolling his shoulder where she'd slapped it, if only to slightly show off his own muscular arm and shoulder. She had so much on display it almost made the Orcish man feel overdressed, and he was hardly in much of an attire that you could consider anything other than 'comfortable' and 'practical'.<br><br>“<strong>You'll find someone I reckon. First of all, I stay cooped up in a Smithy more often than not; and second; you're much nicer t'look at.</strong>” He laughed at that, before nodding to the store at large. “<strong>Feel free t'have a look around, otherwise I'll get back to work. T'was a pleasure to meet'cha, Alyssa.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 19:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WF2X1uE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Minotaur Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Midday | Stonecock Forge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leovic<br><br><hr><br>"Maybe I will," Alyssa replied. "But in any case, I'll be staying around for a while, I think. It was good to meet you, Leovic. And you're not bad to look at yourself, at least the parts I can see. Maybe next tie, you'll let me see more." She let out a chuckle of her own and turned away, to leave the forge and head to some of the places that the apprentice smith had mentioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 10:18:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Streets of Amberdale | Prior to Beginning tof Castalin - Mid-Morning <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Merry<br><br><hr><br>"Ahah, sure, not big at all..." Jasper laughed awkwardly, rolling his eyes in disbelief. Thankfully it seemed Merry did not understand what the man referred to by big... Which was all the better, as long as she didn't know he had rather impure thoughts running through his mind when he saw her, there was probably no harm... Right? However, he had to remind himself that he didn't have time to gawk, not when he had work to do... Especially now that it became apparent he was the reason the little goblin got away.<br><br>"I know, it's not my brightest moment... But look, if that much is riding on all of this, then you bet your tail I'm gonna give it my all!" He held his fist out, before pounding his pectoral like it was supposed to mean something. "I haven't been in Amberdale for very long, but I've been getting down and dirty trying to make a living here since coming from the forests. Since I made this mess, I'll work for free... Sounds fair?" Of course, no doubt there was a catch involved with that, but if there was one, the man kept his lips sealed on the matter. <br><br>Maybe two or more, as he observed the bounding vixen who managed to pull <em>him</em> along. The woman seemed like she was on to something when observing the goblin took an interest in fishes and sailing, but for the life of the man, he couldn't put two and two together. He DID know that goblins could be amazing tinkerers, and so perhaps he planned to build a boat... But if that were the case, would he even be able to read the instructions? Goblins were still a confusing race, and though many of its ladies could be quite cute from the few that tended to pass through his village, the guys were a severely mixed bag of erratic and confusing. <br><br>"I didn't know he was a thief, honest! He just told me he was being chased by some 'meaniefur' who wanted his 'flappypages' and ran off, and that's when I saw you chasing him!" Jasper exclaimed... Actually, now that he did, he should have realized something was up when the goblin admitted to knowing the fox wanted the book and not him. The lightbulb seemed to go on over his head, before he let it hang. "Can't believe he pulled the wool over my eyes so easily... Was only trying to be helpful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 04:34:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Streets of Amberdale, Around Mid Afternoon. W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>As the usual townsfolk bustled about on their various chores and errands of every day back water life, a ramshackle young man tumbled from a tool shed in the Stonecock's backyard with a clatter. No doubt he stubbled there drunk as a skunk, slamming open the door of where from the looks of him he had spent the night and the better part of this morning as it was maybe a few hundred feet from the Vine and Horn's front door to there. <strong>"By the horrific and maligned genital gods! This is a hellofa fine way ta wake Peldor old son,"</strong> he grumbled squinting in the bright afternoon's light. Getting to his feet he dusted off the sleeves of his fine green long coat. He licked his palms, and noticing that did not work spit in them, before running his hands through his hair straightening it. Satisfied, he tugged on his shirt bottom to remove a few wrinkles. Then snatching up his staff, which he seemed to have used the night before as a makeshift bar on the door (although how it was supposed to work on the outside was beyond the sober mind), and Peldor began strolling away as pleased as punch.<br><br><strong>"Right! Let's see about breakfast,"</strong> he spoke out loud to himself as he slapped his palms together and began rubbing them back and forth. He fished his coin pouch from his coat pocket and with a frown turned the small leather bag upside down over his palm. A fine trickle of dust and some twine fell out. <strong>"Well,"</strong> he looked around with a chagrin. <strong>"Guess I'll hafta do a spot of work for my meal."</strong> He sounded no less than disgusted at the prospect. <strong>"Unless? Maybe?"</strong> He shifted his weight abit and stomped his feet before his eyes widened in surprise and relief. Then he started hopping on one foot as he tugged off his right boot. He held it up and began shaking the offending boot as if it owed him money. Because in a way it did for out dropped a shiny gold coin.<br><br><strong>"Whew!"</strong> He exhaled as he reached down and picked up the wayward coin while balanced on one bare foot. <strong>"Almost had ta work..."</strong><br><br>He grinned and with a flick he sent the coin spinning straight up in the air before snatching it back up. He quickly got his boot back on and then headed toward the outskirts of town. He was not about to pay for eggs if the chickens gave them away for free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 02:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Wandering the streets of Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><br>For whatever reason the pretty human man wasn't as quick as he looked, or An-Yah legs recovered quicker than usual because before the man even responded to her swinging of her spear she was back to her feet and running full bore down the road of the farmlands. Panic fueled her furry feet and it didn't run out until she was within eyesight of the soft burning candle lamposts along Amberdale's main street. Had she found the person town on pure luck? Or had Frah-Le-Ra, the Gnoll Goddess of Hunt guided her her?<br><br>Fear gripped her already palpitating heart, but if this was truly Frah-Le-Ra's will that she find the town after running away from a person man like she did maybe this was the Goddess trying to teach her bravery? Abnerdell was filled with things that wanted to kill and eat her. Big hairy men with caterpillars on their faces. Walking water women who use their jiggling bodies to lure in young Gnolls to be devoured. And she assumed the Punchy Man and Pink Elf were from this place as well. So much out to end her, yet compared to the outside world it seemed safer to choose this place. At least they didn't have a pleasure pen...as far as she knew...granted almost all the things she knew about the person town was from Gnoll that had tried to steal from the town earing the ire of the great metal men with swords and sharp hook sticks. Invincible guardians of Abnerdell, no Gnoll has ever beaten one in combat, but they're power only extends to the gates of the town. If said Gnoll got free of the town the guardians never pursued.<br><br>As she got her breath under control An-Yah gripped and regripped her spear nervously. At the very least the town had lots of places she could hide. But she did remember the persons get itchy if you come into town brandishing your weapon, so after looking around the Painteno found some rope and tied a simple sling around her spear slinging it awkwardly around her slightly broad shoulder the rope settling between her breasts popping them out slightly. It wasn't something she wanted to advertise as many female Gnolls told of males in Abnerdell lusting after them and the females using that to get away after fucking the male into a stupor and possibly breaking their hips before escaping. It was something they actually bragged about, calling it Death by Shu-Shu or something apparently it's something male Gnolls love hearing about and makes it easier for a Shu-Shu(as the female Gnolls began to call themselves) to find mates after that. <br><br>An-Yah knew she didn't have what it took to be a Shu-Shu. She was unmated, and wasn't keen on giving that up to any male just to get out of trouble. But maybe she could do other things and get the same effect? She would worry about it later, right now she was hungry. Creeping through the shadowy streets she followed her nose leaning towards a shop with rusted swords and dented armor in the window or one that looked to be filled with things the persons call "buoaks" She could smell food coming out of both, she just needed to decide which to try and get into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 03:20:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Streets of Amberdale, Around Midnight. W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> An-Yah, Open<hr><br>With a tuneless whistle Peldor had started his nightly errands loitering within sight of the Stonecock smithy. He was in fine form, long green coat freshly laundered in the local stream, his pressed white fitted dress shirt just peeking through at the collar and cuffs. Several polished semiprecious stone rings adorned his fingers. His hair swept back and smelled fresh. Well it had started to smell far worse before his impromptu bath in that same stream as his coat, but that was another story...<br><br>Suffice it to say Peldor Slatetide felt a new man. A new man that still had old bad habits. He had mistakenly left a small coin pouch inside the Stonecock's shed with last nights earnings at the card table. Only a few silver, sure, but he was not currently a rich man, and that was a modest sum. Still whistling he tried to casually stroll past the smithy toward the shed. He had no intention of being accosted by that Amazon or one of her daft apprentices. Again anyway. He shivered at the thought of her hard calloused hands slapping his buttocks, and demanding payment for an innocent night's accommodations. Honestly, she had expected him to work! Once she found out he could manipulate stone she had a maniacal gleam in her eyes. It was all he could do to excuse himself post haste before she sent him off to the Forlorn Hills! So he had run off to the Farmlands for a day and stay out of her sight. From the smell someone was inside cooking a late dinner. Perfect. That hopefully would keep them to busy to check outside while he jimmied the shed door open. Again. Really he was getting quite good at it.<br><br>As he got within sight of the small out building he spied a shadowy shape stalking about. Curious he looked over his shoulder to check that whoever was inside would not be looking out an inconvenient windowy. <strong>"Hey! You!"</strong> He hissed as he picked up his pace heading straight toward the shadow and still checking every other step at the window. The last thing he needed was some drunken adventurer&nbsp; to bring that she beast outside checking on a ruckus before he got his coin. <strong>"There isn't anything around here....woah!"</strong> He gulped as he stumbled into a... gnoll? In the city? With a spear on her back? No. Not a gnoll then. And it was definitely a she. He looked down at her breasts separated by the chord she had tied around her spear as a crude sling.<br><br><strong>"Umm....Hi?" </strong> Peldor waved sheepishly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 03:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Wandering the streets of Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, OPEN<br><br>For the life of her she wished she had learned to pick locks or steal like other Gnolls. Neither the buoaks shop nor the broken metal building, had open windows or door she could get into. Maybe she could've broken a window and got in, but something told her it would end badly for her. So with a dejected sigh she moved deeper into the town trying to follow her nose to some easier food items. And she had actually stumbled upon the trail of a large rat, it amazed her how fearless these giant rodents were. But it just made them easier for someone who knew what they were doing to hunt them down and rats were good eating among Gnolls.<br><br>She followed the plump rodent to a big stone building that stunk of metal and fire. Likely very warm inside, maybe a good place to find work, but right now she wanted dinner and the rat had scuttled into a under the forge. She would need to check with her spear to see how deep it went. She was just about to grab her spear when a male's voice stopped her in her tracks, her fur bristled and her ears perked up in fear. Like the last man this one was very pretty, but much more dressed than the barbarian man. Arguably the barbarian was prettier than this one, but something smelt off about him. She didn't fall back on her butt this time, but still she grabbed her spear to defend herself. "LEAVE AN-YAH ALONE! SHE NO GOOD TO EAT! TOO FUZZY!" This of course alerted the owner of the forge who poked her head out the window holding a giant cooking knife in her hand, she was also naked from the waist up. "WHO THE FUCKING HELL IS OUT THERE! GET OFF MY LAWN!" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 04:43:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Streets of Amberdale, Around Midnight. W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> An-Yah, Open<hr><br>"Shite!" Peldor almost jumped out of his skin when Felicity Stonecock herself popped out of the smithies' window tits akimbo. Thinking quickly he held up his hands in a pleading manner to An-yah as he crouched down and pressed his back to the wall. All thoughts of getting his coin vanished as his own flight instinct kicked in. As the owner craned her neck about and squinted into the night to see who had been yelling right outside her forge Peldor whispered. "Okay look, Fuzzy? See her?" He jerked a thumb towards Felicity.&nbsp; "She is bad news." He started patting his chest quickly. "Me? I'm a right fine gentleman who only eats ladies that ask nicely, but we need to be quiet. Cause she might do more than eat either of us. Okay?" He nodded his head with a lazy grin hoping the jumpy not gnoll woman would not make more of a scene.<br><br>At that he wiggled his fingers, a small wisp of dull green energy snaked out and leapt toward a fist sized rock. With casual ease he soon had it floating and started making it bang loudly against the wall to the smithy. With each beefy thunk it ricocheted before arching back, and hitting again harder and closer, towards the front door at the direction of Peldor's magic.<br><br>&nbsp;The racket made Felicity pull her head in with a curse. "FUCK! What in the seven hells is going on out there?!" They could hear her banging around in the kitchen as she stormed towards the front of the shop.<br><br>"Now!" Peldor hissed as he started to run low toward the nearest alleyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 04:56:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Wandering the streets of Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, OPEN<br><br>Needing no second urging this time as the big woman with the big knife shouted out at them and began moving to the door of the shop the furry woman bolted into the alleyway well ahead of the man hiding besides a rubbish bin still clutching her spear. "An-Yah knew she shouda stay in wild lands! Abnerdell nuffin but angry women with big knife and punchy man!" She looked at the man finally realizing he was using magic. Her fascination only slightly dampening her fear, no Gnoll did magic in her clan. She'd heard some Matriarchs practice it in the&nbsp; bigger tribes. She'd only ever seen it from people in pointy hats that her people attacked for goodies, that was mostly fireballs and bolts of lightning though. No one had used it to throw rocks, seemed like a waste of energy seeing as a hand could throw a rock just as well.<br><br>But now she was trapped in an alley with a pretty magic man, her ears drooped slightly looking at Peldor. He said he would only eat her if she asked nicely, the very idea confused her more than most anything else that had happened to her this day. Licking her muzzle lightly she stayed tucked into the nook she had stuffed herself, but quieted her voice more. "Why....wh...why would An-Yah ask pretty magic man to e-eat her? An-Yah...l...l...likes living?" Her inexperience obvious, but she was too scared and too hungry to see what he was meaning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 07:21:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Streets of Amberdale, Around Midnight. W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> An-Yah, Open<hr><br>Crouching behind a small pile of boxes and refuse Peldor had to do a double take as the suddenly timid canine woman asked about being eaten. "That's not what....Ah! You're a true lost puppy in the big city aren't ya?" He gestured to the buildings around them. "Or the small town really," he sniffed as he looked out back towards the forge. Felicity was rampaging about looking for a prowler and making a right racket. Slinking back he whispered softly, "look that is just a turn of phrase. Like a...?" He wracked his brain to think up a simple term she might understand. "Well never you mind. No eating each other, and with a little luck maybe we can avoid being in that Amazon's cook pot too. You and me. Alright Fuzzy?"<br><br>"I KNOW someone's out here!" The irate smith hollered into the night, her breasts bouncing with each thunderous word.<br><br>"By the horrid and maligned genital gods! That mad woman will have the guards down on our heads faster than you can shake that spear." Peldor crept back into the shadows before gesturing for the woman to follow him. "Come on! I know where we can dodge them for a bit." He started to head straight towards the wall of one of the closer buildings. With a grin to her over his shoulder he pointed up toward the tile roof top. "They never think to look up." Slowly the same green magic glowed this time brightly from both his hands as he spread his fingers wide. Several bricks and stones floated into the air making a makeshift stairway to the nearby roof. "Alright, up and at 'em," he hissed obvious strain on his face as he started to sweat as he climbed the wobbly stones. "I can only lift this many for a a few breaths and she or the guards might see the magic." In a quick hop he was standing on the roof's edge, and urged An-Yah up expectantly with a wave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 20:18:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Wandering the streets of Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, OPEN<br><br>So much was happening so quickly An-Yah danced in nervous indecision. The Magic Man was being nice to her so far, but his magical powers made her as nervous as the angry woman and metal guardians about to stampede through their little hidey spot. She could likely outrun them all, she was very good at running. But then where would she be? The angry woman didn't look to be the sort to give up and An-Yah doubted she was bound to the walls of the town like the Metal Guardians were. She wouldn't be able to chase her all night right?<br><br>But then again An-Yah was already weak from hunger and fear. She might not be able to run very far herself, she could maybe hide somewhere better? The magic man was a person of action or at the very least better at working through his fear than the Painteno Huntress. He had moved from the alley and used his magic to make rocks float up to a rooftop. Her ears dropped and her tail slung between her legs as she anxiously watched him skip up on the floating rocks and land on the roof. Did he expect her to do that too? The Amazon had indeed brought the attention of the invincible guardians. An-Yah could see the light of torches along the bricks of the buildings she needed to move now. Whimpering she slung her spear across her back once more and shut her eyes scampering up the floating rocks, she trusted her feet to know where they were going. An-Yah didn't like heights, she was very close to ground naturally and much preferred it. If her people were meant to walk among the clouds they would've been born with wings and feathers, not fur and tails!<br><br>But her feet betrayed her fairly quickly. She stepped off one stone and out into the open air, opening her eyes she turned the accidental fall into a half jump catching onto the protruding stones of the wall. Acting on instinct the dog woman quickly scaled the nearly sheer face of the wall and landed on the roof besides the magic man scrambling on the tiles before she managed to pull herself high up on the roof hiding behind the curve of the curious cone like building. Huddling as deep into herself as she could she kept her eyes shut hoping it all worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 20:42:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kroth-Taran<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Human Barbarian<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging</strong> An-Yah, Peldor; open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taran had decided to back off from the crazy spear-wielding traveler; getting poked by a stranger with a pointy stick didn't sound like his kind of night. Still, he hadn't taken a detour after the figure - woman? - had run off, and simply continued at his own pace to Amberdale. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It figured of course that at this hour all the inns and commonhouses had closed their doors. Taran had tried several, and only three had even answered the door; two who had no vacancy, and one where an older woman had bene very eager to let him in, but bene over-ruled by her husband for some reason. Taran was now grumbling. <strong>"Well, it's a fine night to sleep under the stars, I suppose. Just need to find a good... roof..."</strong> And he started doing that, scanning eaves as he walked; he'd be damned if he would flop down in some damp alleyway. End up with his sword stolen and covered in... alleyway... <em>stuff</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he heard it. A familiar yell; <em>LEAVE AN-YAH ALONE! SHE NO GOOD TO EAT! TOO FUZZY!</em> Taran paused, cocked his head, then chuckled. <strong>"Well... Sounds like I'm not the only one having trouble tonight."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lithe young man followed the direction that voice had been coming from. There was now an angry woman shouting into the night. The Stone Villages were a strange and stupid place, Taran thought, as he dipped into an alleyway at the sound of heavy-shot feet tromping in his direction. This was, with weird convenience, the same alleyway that Peldor and An-Yah were in, though his back was to them both, having come in from the opposite entrance they had. <strong>"Gods of thunder, it's a noisy night!"</strong> he huffed to himself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An-Yah's scrabbling up the wall made him turn, in time to see a mildly familiar, spotted-and-tailed rump climbing over the roof ledge. Oh! She found one! And it had a nice view, from where he was standing. <strong>"Hey! Road-friend!"</strong> he called up in his best attempt at a whisper, which was still rather loud. <strong>"Room for another on that rooftop?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 22:18:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Streets of Amberdale, Around Midnight. W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> An-Yah, Kroth-Taran, Open<hr><br>Peldor watched as the canine woman shimmied up onto the roof, and then curled into a tight fuzzy ball. He put his hands on his hips and was about to ask her how that was going to help when, "Hey! Road-friend!"<br>Snapping his head around the mage looked down on a half naked barbarian that was attempting a stage whisper. "Room for another on that rooftop?" Oh brilliant. Just what they did not need. A helpful witness.<br><br>Sighing he looked at An-Yah and gestured down to the man. "You know him?" But seeing the state she was in, he did not expect a quick enough reply. "Yeah! Sure. We're holding a bloody picnic under the stars. Now be quiet and I'll help you up." He started waving his hands about letting the green energy build back up again to help the newcomer up the same way he had them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>01-07-2021, 07:53:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kroth-Taran<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Human Barbarian<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging</strong> An-Yah, Peldor; open<br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taran's eyes went wide at the display of sorcery, and he almost reached for the sword slung across his back, before he realized what was going on... very tentatively he set one moccasined foot on a stone... then when it stayed there and didn't melt him, burn him, or yeet him into the ancestor-realm, he took another, all the way to the roof, where he stepped up onto the tiles. <strong>"Interesting trick for a sorcerer; I would assume your kind flew?"</strong> The tone was mildly accusatory, but Taran didn't seem hostile about it. <strong>"My thanks though, all the doors are closed and I didn't want to sleep on the cobbles."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now he removed his sword, sheathed in shorn cowhide, held with a braided strap of leather, and set this on the tiles behind him as he sat, then from his hip came a sloshing gourd, from which he took a drink, then offered it to Peldor, and the general direction of An-Yah's half-hidden form. <strong>"It's just water, I'm afraid. It gladdens me that you made it to the city, Fuzzy One!"</strong> he called over to the female... whatever she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>01-07-2021, 21:08:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A rooftop in Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, Taran, OPEN<br><br>Just as the barely clad barbarian landed on the rooftop Felicity, chest heaving with anger and possibly exertion from kicking her way through a small stone wall thundered through the alleyway accompanied by six guards who had come to the ruckus and possibly save some poor soul from being used as a billows in the pissed off Amazon's forge. But either by sheer skill or sheer luck all three would-be prowlers were out of sight and saved from being made into taxidermy specimens. <br><br>Finding nothing to deal with the guards dispersed leaving the raging blacksmith to continue the hunt alone. But she had a stew cooking and didn't want to burn it looking for some drunken idiot or a gaggle of bored kids looking to cause trouble. So with a loud huff in a way similar to a bull complete with the cloud of vapor that erupted from her nose she turned on her heel and stomped back to her forge. The silence that had once ruled the nightly realms of Amberdale's streets returned. Small frogs peeped in the distance and the eerie hoot of an owl on the prowl went up, like a signal to the wilds all was well once more. <br><br>An-Yah stayed huddle in the curve of the rooftop for another minute before she poked her head up ears still drooping as fear continued to hold firmly on her frantically beating heart. She studied the two male persons who seemed as relaxed as can be even with the prospect of nearly being eaten by an Amazon and invincible metal guardians being just a stone's throw away from their hiding spot. Were all humans like this? No wonder the Gnoll found and captured so many adventurers aimless wandering the roads near their clan lands. They all have no sense of self preservation. Licking her lips softly she leaned out and sniffed the the gourd the barbarian man was holding, it smelt like water, but she wasn't keen on accepting things from humans she didn't know.<br><br>"An-Yah be gladden if she not been almost eaten twice aready." She crawled out more staying on all fours and she weaved around the two males her tail and ears erect with caution her nose crinkling as she smelled after the woman and metal guardians her backside up in the air slightly facing the two men, a loin cloth of the same animal print as her short skirt being seen. "Why big female human so mad?" She lowered herself into a very dog like sitting position. Rump touching the tiles of the roof and hands flat down between her legs. "An-Yah just wanna food, was chasing bigga rat that went una angry person's little hut." Her ears droop again and she points a blunt claw at the smith shed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>21-07-2021, 18:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kroth-Taran<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Human Barbarian<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging</strong> An-Yah, Peldor; open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As An-Ya weaved around, sniffing, Taran actually did the same from where he was sitting, leaning her way and taking a few sniffs. he still held the water out.<strong> "I heard that everyone who lives in these places is a <em>little</em> mad, at least."</strong> he tapped the side of his own head for emphasis. <strong>"Maybe the rat was her pet? An... animal-friend,"</strong> he translated the concept, figuring that maybe her kind didn't have those.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile the young barbarian was studying the feral woman curiously. Despite the situation and the precarious purchase on the roof, his examination of her form started to make his own loincloth stir a bit. <strong>"What brings you to this walled madhouse then? So you have a name?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>21-07-2021, 23:02:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> A rooftop in Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, Taran, OPEN<br><br>Tilting her head to the side she studied the pretty barbarian man closely her large eyes looking down at the man's gently stirring loincloth. Her body heated up ad her fur bristled a little, but whether it was her usual state of fright reasserting itself or something else she didn't know. Still turning to face the pretty almost naked man her ears drooped once more and she pouted looking to the side in shame. "An-Yah is my name, and An-Yah fail at first person hunt so now An-Yah must hide among persons or go back and be trapped in pleasure pen rest of her days. And she be slave to the pleasure slaves forced to clean up beds and body waste piles, An-Yah also be forced to give pleasures, but never get pleasures." He narrows shoulders slumped a little as she moved a little closer to the two men on the roof.<br><br>But as she shifted there was a terrifying cracking sound beneath her paws. She looked down just in time to see the roof she was squatting on crumbled and cast her into the darkness of the building's attic. She yipped in pain and panic crashing about the interior until more of the roof collapsed letting in the moonlight filling the shadowy void with soft light. It didn't immediately calm the Painteno woman down, but it did show her nothing was going to kill her. As he eyes adjusted she saw the attic was actually a fully furnished room with one bed, a couch, and a pile of old feed bags. There were also some chairs and a table, but like the bed and couch they were covered in dirty white clothes. It was unclear who owned this room once upon a time, but it was obvious no one had been up in here in decades. The dust was thick and undisturbed, not even the tracks of bugs or rodents broke up the blanket of dust. Shaking dust and bit of roof from her fur An-Yah looked up at the two men confused. "Roof break!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>31-07-2021, 20:28:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kroth-Taran<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Human Barbarian<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Aftermidnight; inside a dusty attick in amberdale<br><strong>Tagging</strong> An-Yah, Peldor; open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"There's always more hunts,"</strong> he offered jovially. he took a swallow of his water, before setting it aside since neither of the two seemed interested. His brows creased together as he tried to puzzle together what an-yah was saying about pleasure pens, and had just gotten out a questioning <strong>"pleasure...?"</strong> when the roof gave way under the furry woman and she fell!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cautiously Taran scooted himself towards the hole. "Are you alr-" crack, crack... <em>sliiiiiiide</em>, there was a scraping noise as the slate shingles under Taran shifted and began to slip off their place and into the hole, taking the young barbarian with them. he landed with a crunch, but thankfully it was hte roof tiles under himself. Sprawled on his back, dusty, with a few new cuts from the falling slates, he looked up at An-yah with a puzzled look, then let out a hearty laugh. <strong>"You have the most <em>terrible</em> fortune, An-Yah."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He sat up, brushing dust off, and took the space in.<strong> "Or... maybe just crazy fortune. This looks far more comfortable than a rooftop."</strong> He picked himself up with a little groan and moved to An-yah, carefully placing his hands on her shoulder, then moving around her to check her over. <strong>"You hurt? Didn't get any thing stuck in you?"</strong> Dusts off her shoulders, inspects her back and rear for cuts our large splinters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>01-08-2021, 03:26:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Inside a dusty attic/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, Taran, OPEN<br><br>An-Yah let out a cute sneeze as the barbarian joined her in the attic. She wasn't worried about him being hurt he looked solid enough to take a lot of damage and if it didn't hurt her soft fuzzy body she doubted it would hurt the tree trunk of muscle that was Taran. But as he laid hands on her and moved about checking her for injuries her body heated and bristled more. A male had never touched her aside from sparring or shoving her out of the way. They were always rough and uncaring of her much soft female body than their own, but this human was gentle...more gentle than she thought a male could be.<br><br>It both confused and pleased her. Inching slowly away from the man's hands she tried to smile and shook her head. "An-Yah fine, she very fuzzy and well-padded." She chuckled running her hands down her front bouncing her chest lightly then moved to do the same for her backside showing just how fuzzy and well padded she was. Moving further away from the man she began sniffing about the little room, she could probably sleep in this room until she managed to find some of the shiny metal disks the persons love giving each other for places and things. But she was still quite hungry, her first stop were the feed bags. They were empty, but enough of them were stacked up that they would make a fine little bed for her to sleep on. Gnolls didn't have beds or couches, they slept on piles of grasses or leaves woven together instead. If the two men wished to sleep here they could have the bed or couch instead. "Is pretty almoa naked man ok?" She asked realizing she hadn't given Taran the same look over he gave her and she hadn't asked his name either. "What almoa naked male person name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>04-08-2021, 20:43:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kroth-Taran<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Human Barbarian<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Aftermidnight; inside a dusty attick in amberdale<br><strong>Tagging</strong> An-Yah, Peldor; open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I'd heard about the fuzzy part before,"</strong> he noted, eyes following her hands as they explored her softer places. For a moment he watched her rummage the room, before turning to do the same in one corner, pulling chairs aside so he could get to an old trunk. With a dagger, he pried at the latch, breaking it out of the dry-rotted wood to reveal... Moth-eaten clothing, a few leather-bound books with crumbling pages, and other items that he just sort of dug through, until coming out with a smaller lockbox.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before he could open it though, An-Yah's hands were on him, exploring the way he'd done. He stood, turning towards her, not minding her examination in the least.<strong> "A few cuts and bruises... I'm not fuzzy at all,"</strong> he joked. Indeed, save for a trail of dark strands of hair descending from his navel, he seemed smooth below the eyebrows. <strong>"Not as padded as you, though"</strong> he chuckled, reaching around to cup her rear in both hands, giving a squeeze and a bit of a lift. <strong>"Nor half as pretty. I'm called Kroth-Taran, of the storm horse people."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He would then release her rump (after one more little squeeze) and reach for the lockbox, shaking it to produce a metallic rattle. <strong>"I think I might have some of the metal the Farmers enjoy so much!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>05-08-2021, 06:21:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Painteno Huntress<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Inside a dusty attic/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peldor, Taran, OPEN<br><br><br>As the barbarian laid hands upon her rump and lifted the dog woman let out a surprised yelp before scurrying back a little her fur bristling again. Only this time she knows it wasn't fear, it was...something else...something she hadn't experienced before. And it both scared and aroused her. Her ears reddening as the human moved on to rifle through some of the other containers in the attic that looked to be their home for at least the night. If no one came up to shoo them out they might be able to stay here for a long while, maybe even for good!<br><br>The very idea made An-Yah's tail wag lightly. She'd never had a room of her own, always had to share with her siblings even as adults countless nights listening to them fuck and fight while she simply huddled into her pile of dry grass trying to ignore it all. But up here she could really enjoy some peace and quiet...assuming the two human males weren't as noisy as her siblings. Recovering enough from the man's hands to look over his shoulder at the little metal box. Her ears pricked up at the sound to rattling bits of metal inside. "How Storm Horse man open?" She had heard his name, but couldn't make her mouth say the sounds right now, many person words and names were lost on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-08-2021, 05:52:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bounty Board | Noonish, W1D2 (may change)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>"Quests of heroic proportions...these is not..." he murmured to himself, frowning as he read the bounty board's notices. "Hm, this one is just advertisement for a date. You've made yourself too available, dear sir." His frown, almost ever resting on his face, twitched upward slightly as he amused himself. But just as easily as it had come, he pushed it back down once he felt the heat of approaching mortals. Slightly less comfortable in crowds, he kept quiet and to himself as what felt like a swarm of would-be adventurers swooped in, picking quests from the board and yapping happily away.<br><br>They were gone in just as quick of a storm as they'd arrived, and the board was left nearly picked clean for it. "Wonderful. My decision is made easier," he said, reaching for the parchment and reading it more closely. A heroic quest it was not, but it was one step closer to Goodness, and Goodness was novel and, well, Good. <br><br>Now came the hard part. He needed a party. Even one member would do. In fact, he realized, that might even be more comfortable. And one amenable to testing his latest concoction would be even better. The only question was: how to go about finding the right subject, or subjects?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>14-08-2021, 05:17:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bounty Board | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei was beginning to get a little too comfy in Amberdale, which wasn't exactly the best thing to be when the only way you make a living is to go fetch this for the town's blacksmith in the depths of this cave for no good reason or beat up these three bandits that are conveniently holding these particularly coloured bandanas so that the nice lady down in the last house on the right can make a quilt for her grandson. Maybe it was time to actually nail down a quest and get some coin into her pouch again instead of hanging out in the pub hoping for something good to happen. The board for little ol' jobs to do had to be somewhere in this town. Undoubtedly at the crossroads or by one of the major gates.<br><br>Despite her best efforts, Rei spent most of the morning strolling through town until she came upon the quest board. Or, more accurately, a longhaired gentleman caught her eye and he happened to be standing right in front of the very thing she was looking for. Funny how that works. The young kunoichi stepped up beside the man, exchanging glances between him , the now empty board, and the piece of parchment in his hand. She repeated this a few more times until she figured out exactly what was happening. Someone was holding onto the last available quest and if it wasn't her, then she was going to be sitting at a long table in the bar again hoping that a group of adventurers will feel sorry for her and let her tag along with them so they can go and bonk some kobolds upside the head.<br><br>"Heyyy..." Rei said, her hands clasped together, tucked just below her chin. She batted her eyes a few times for good measure. "I hope you aren't thinking about doing that job on your own! Don't you think it'd be soo~ much better to have someone out there looking out for you? I bet you do." Desperate much?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>14-08-2021, 12:29:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bounty Board | Noonish, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Blue, gleaming eyes looked down upon the woman, seemingly unmoved by her sincere offer--or rather, plea. The corner of his mouth twitched downward, then up, before flattening again. "Very well." His acceptance was casual and composed despite everything. "I would ask for a favor, however. You see, I am an aspiring alchemist. My healing potions have been...ineffectual, but I've been working on a strengthening potion without downsides." Emphasis fueled his last few words, as well they should in his mind. Potions without sacrifice were practically miraculous novelties!<br><br>"I would ask," he continued, "that you give my latest concoction a test run of sorts. At worst it will be harmless. Of that I am...eighty-four percent sure. What do you say, Miss..?" He trailed off, expectation pregnant in the silence as he realized she hadn't told him her name yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>14-08-2021, 14:27:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bounty Board | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei didn't have to stand there with her pleading eyes for too long as the man gave her a quick look over and an affirmative. Her hands unclasped then so she could pump the air once and she was very close to just running out of Amberdale in any direction just to get the adventure started. The man had to ruin it by continuing to talk. There was also the fact that she had no idea what she signed up for but it was mostly that he continued to talk.<br><br>He spoke of a favour, though she had an inkling that it was more of a condition for her to be able to take part in the quest at hand. The taller, somewhat mystifying presence was also an alchemist. An aspiring one. So much so that he was apparently at chapter one of the alchemist cook book as his healing potions depended more on a placebo than shiny weeds by the river or crushed up dried mushrooms. Rei thought about it for a moment. It was again a matter of does she go along with this or spend another night twiddling her thumbs in Amberdale? Option A was clearly the better of the two. So then it became a matter of trusting a stranger and his mystery strengthening potion. She's put her life in the hands of lesser people in more nonsensical situations, so there was no harm there. What's the worst that can happen? Being a toad for a night isn't the worst thing in the world as long as she's paid for it. Eight-four percent isn't so bad, either...<br><br>"Alright! I'll do you your favour." Rei reached out her hand as she spoke, though held it as a loose fist as she continued. "Buuuut, if I'm going to be downing some potion just 'cause you say so, I better be getting a bigger share of the reward!"&nbsp; She smiled then, pleased with herself that she even thought to use what leverage she had, then opened up her hand to either shake his hand in agreement or, if he were already tired of her, give her the potion he was eager for her to test out.<br><br>"I'm Rei, your latest lab rat, by the way." The fresh faced ninja in turn gave the man his own up and down look with her gaze lingering on those blue eyes of his. "You're going to let me call you Mister Alchemist, huh?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Amberdale IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>15-08-2021, 00:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bounty Board | Noonish, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>"You have a bargain. 60/40." The swiftness and sureness of his answer might have been refreshing, if not concerning. Hearing her name and the little tease that followed, he nodded and said, "I'm Lucien...just Lucien." He reached out a hand to shake hers, his grip strong yet careful and perhaps even restrained. Then, he pulled back and replaced his hand with the bottled potion in question. "Be careful not to drop it, and only drink it before we enter the dungeon."<br><br>Speaking of, he took another glance at the bounty, shifting beside her to allow her to read as well. The location would be a nondescript cave--of course. And as for the monsters... <br><br>"Apparently we'll be fighting wooden training dummies come to life. They must be eager for revenge. Let's try not to get beaten on too badly." Joking though the words may have seemed from anyone else, it was difficult to read him as anything but serious.<br><br>"Off we go, I am excited to prove my work and worth." Again, he sounded muted at best, but his words were earnest all the same. This much would be proven when he marched off expecting her to follow suit, his striding steps poised even as they carried him far and in a hurry. Their destination: out of town and to the North a ways.
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