Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>02-12-2019, 10:36:37</strong>
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				New Tangletown lay not too close,&nbsp; not too far from the activities and intrigue of the Tenth District. Once a dilapidated and overgrown area, efforts were made to renovate and&nbsp; restore much of it, while at least taming some of the rest. While for the most part successful, no one could find much of import to do with it, leaving many abandoned but newly built or restored buildings to be claimed by squatters and gangs,&nbsp; but also by eccentrics in need of a neglected space for pet projects. <br><br>The founders of the Brindled Bull Club were such individuals. Basing themselves in a several story building recognizable by the large copper and bronze statue of a roaring bull outside its entrance. Their base is one of many repurposed buildings surrounding an enormous plaza, currently home to a vast maze of makeshift performance stages and street vendor booths.<br>Just in front of the bull, Rungo Screwhorn, metallurgy genius, is giving a demonstration of wind-up toys, more for vanity than to sell. The old minotaur is one of the more gregarious members of the club, frequently chatting up newcomers.&nbsp; <br><br>Behind it is the equally large Tangle Park, the local attempt at bringing a little nature in, only half of which can be properly called a well-tended park. While less crowded than the plaza, it has its share of activity of those wishing to partake in the natural beauty, or those trying to have quieter conversations. The area immediately behind the clubhouse is fenced off and houses a garden. <br><br>The first floor of the clubhouse is a tavern and recreation area for members. Drinks are free to members. Tending to the bar is Agaric, a Golgari chap with a wild, shaggy beard and mane, which may or may not be a fungus growing on his face. Want food? The kitchen’s free, make it yourself. Upstairs are rooms for members if they need a place to crash or hide out, as well as various parlors and a library. Downstairs are cellars and laboratory space for the more experimentally-inclined members of the club. <br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-12-2019, 15:05:01</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>Pinot emerged from the kitchen, having finished cooking up her brunch. She carried a very large bowl between her thick gray fingers, a bowl that was filled with fried rice, vegetables, and enough spices to make most people cry tears of regret that they put such a combination of hotness and flavor into their mouth. As she walked she trumpeted a little walking tune, <em>doot doot-doot doot-doot doot-doot</em> with a bit of a circus-y sound to it out of her trunk. It wasn't loud enough to be obnoxious, but not quiet enough to be subtle either.<br><br>She wore her typical garb that marked her as distinctly Rakdos, the harlequin themed black and red outfit and the piercings and chains all making it obvious to anyone that she was trouble, and no doubt a disappointment to her poor loxodon family that prayed for her in the Conclave. She stopped and got a gigantic beer from the bartender, waving her trunk happily in thanks as she hooked it into the mug's handle, carrying it out to the nice fresh air, well as nice and fresh as the air ever was.<br><br>Finding her usual spot near the patio, Pinot grabbed one of the few loxodon sized chairs and dragged it over to the normal table that her and her new friends here sat at, and dug into her extremely spicy veggie stir fry, letting out a happy little trumpet as she tasted her favorite food! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-12-2019, 19:37:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pinot<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | <acronym title="Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (Ritual), Shield"><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span></acronym>: 1st - ●● | <acronym title="Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>Not a moment passed between the rakish loxodon's first bite and the chipper voice that followed--or perhaps it only felt that way. "Helloo, Pinoot!" The voice called, sounding all too pleased to see the large lox in all her pierced glory. "I have to say, the accommodations here are not too shabby. And last night I saw a brawl break out before my own eyes--over a sip of free ale, no less. Can you believe it!?" In most cases, sarcasm would have been all but assumed in this jolly exclamation, but that was not the case now. Esmerelda Ahren was genuinely thrilled!<br><br>It was a fair note, however, that she never introduced herself as an Ahren here. It was enough that people could suss out her noble upbringing. If they knew exactly who brought her up, she would never have heard the end of it! And worse, she could run into extra red tape, or 'do-gooders' trying to keep her safe for a seat at the table. No, it was best that she didn't go throwing her name around.<br><br>Her tactic seems to be working so far, at the very least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>04-12-2019, 07:17:24</strong>
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				<strong>Arel Yesphine, Golgari Druid</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179316#msg15179316)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Druid 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pinot, Esmerelda<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Intrigued<br></span><hr>"Whoa!" Arel did a full vault out of his chair at the very smell of Pinot's breakfast, brushing his long brown hair out of the way as he tried to lean over her shoulder to have a look and couldn't manage it on tiptoe and couldn't manage it with an awkward couple of hops and finally resorted to peering around the side. It wasn't that he was short, it was that everyone else was too tall.<br><br>"I bet you could put anything in there and most people could only taste spice," he muses with his hand on his chin, "can you tell? What you put in it, I mean? I guess everyone has a different palette..."<br><br>Of course Arel's cooking could also manage to be a riot of flavours but he was still working on doing anything else, which meant he was always trying to improve. <br><br>"Also hello!" he raised a hand in greeting to both Esmerelda and Pinot, "I don't know if I've introduced myself. Arel, trying to figure out the culinary arts, you might have seen me in the kitchen?" <em>Had</em> he introduced himself? He felt sure he'd remember, but maybe he had been a little too deep into his cups when he forged a new friendship...<br><br>"Yeah, this place is great!" he said to Esmeralda, "the kitchen is free and the windows open with just a touch in case you accidentally make something noxious to all living things and half the dead. Not that I've ever done anything like that."<br><br>Not that he had gotten kicked out of three different bars for his culinary experiments that went horribly wrong...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2019, 07:29:47</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/ff/33/ddff33d5069efd5d2cf6b09b03931208.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Vekali the Patient (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15184065#msg15184065)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Fighter 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 | <acronym title="Common, Minotaur, Goblin"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>Vekali exited the building not long after the others had begun to gather, her nose buried in a large tome that looked somewhat smaller in comparison to her hands.&nbsp; She had perfected the art of reading and walking, though would allow that it was far easier for her since most sensible people - and beasts of burden - moved well out of her way when they saw her coming.&nbsp; Still, there was no denying that there was something impressive in the way she moved smoothly through the doorway - instinctively ducking to avoid bumping her horns&nbsp; - and walked to the kitchen without glancing up from the page.<br><br>She returned shortly with a large, steaming mug of herbal tea and a plate of fruit and oat bars balanced on top.&nbsp; Carrying her breakfast in one hand, she continued reading with the other as she crossed to the table where the others had settled.&nbsp; Finally setting down her book - after marking her page with a length of navy ribbon - and her cup and saucer, she deftly picked up the chair and carried it over to swap it for a sturdier version.&nbsp; She took a seat once she no longer had to worry about it shattering to splinters beneath her, and let her warm gaze shift between the other three with a slight arch of one brow.<br><br>"And the library is, while not especially impressive by any means, at least adequate.&nbsp; &nbsp;Good morning, all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>07-12-2019, 00:08:29</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>"'Relda!" Pinot calls out happily to her Orzov friend, waving with a hand as her trunk is busy with the fork. "For <em>this</em> ale?" Pinot seems a bit skeptical, then gives it a sip and shrugs. "Yeah okay I can see it." She greets her friend with a quick hug and resumes eating. <br><br>She nods to Arel, "Uh huh yup." She agrees, crunching away merrily at her spicy breakfast.<br><br>"Good morning friend Vekali!" She says, finishing up her bowl as the minotaur enters. "Wait. There's a library here? Huh." She seems mildly interested to learn this but clearly has no intention of going there. <br><br>"Well," she says, pausing to take a big gulp of the fight-starting ale she had with her breakfast, "What's everyone getting up to today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 12:25:15</strong>
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				As the group partook in their breakfast, they were approached by a smiling elf woman with tan skin and an elaborately braided black ponytail. She was dressed in fine clothes, including a bright blue cloak and black gloves that she constantly fidgeted with. <br><br>The group had seen her around and perhaps chit-chatted with her now and again. Her name was Callida, a club member from the Simic Combine who had a reputation of trying to rope anyone not currently occupied into one of her schemes, which frequently involved spelunking in some deep corner of the undercity in order to collect "samples". <br><br><br>She eyed the food shifty. Callida always had a reputation for swiping off other people's plates even though there was free food aplenty in the pantry. She didn't make an attempt now. Perhaps to be polite, or perhaps not wanting to mess with them. <br><br><br>"I hope everyone is doing well today," she said with a grin. "Who's up for an exciting and profitable venture with minimal risk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 13:22:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | <acronym title="Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (Ritual), Shield"><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span></acronym>: 1st - ●● | <acronym title="Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>Esmerelda more than accepted Pinot's hug, she fell into it, rapt and grinning ear to ear. Leathery as her hide was, Pinot's hugs were the epitome of warmth and comfort. Maybe, she wondered, the warmth of her hugs had something to do with how much spice she consumed on what seemed like a daily basis? Maybe there was an avenue of study there, but, as interesting as the thought was, she wasn't sure she had the scientific chops to pursue it even if she wanted to. She wasn't from the Combine!<br><br>As she was quickly released in favor of more spicy treats, she noted the entry of two more members: Arel, an elf whom she would call a food scientist--though he would lean more on the side of an Izzet tinkerer with all the mishaps he'd cause; then, there was Vekali, the patient, well-read minotaur. She gave off a cool air that at once calmed her and made her eager to see what she'd be like if anyone ever pissed her off.<br><br>She greeted the two with a 'good morning' and a quick, pleasant wave. "It is a wonder so much of our amenities are free. It almost makes one assume we're getting bent over a barrel in other areas." Cynical as her positing was, it sounded almost chipper, and surely prettier, coming from her mouth. Perhaps this was a byproduct of her noble rearing, or perhaps it had more to do with the sly ways of her Guild. <br><br>Then again, was there much difference in her case?<br><br>Shortly, she saw the approach of Callida, and her face brightened. Here was a person who enjoyed adventures--or at least sending others off on them. There was no doubting this was her cause, especially when she refrained from stealing from Pinot's spicy, spicy plate. In truth, that part was almost a shame. It would have been amusing to see how red the composed elf would get after just one bite.<br><br>"Good morning, Callida," she extended, not being one to bypass pleasantries...though she would rush quickly from them and straight to business. "Exciting and profitable, I like, but what is this about <em>minimal</em> risk? Where's the fun in that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 23:55:32</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>Pinot saw Callida coming and her eyes narrowed, pierced brows furrowing as she leaned over her stir fry bowl and hugged it closer to herself. Nobody was taking her breakfast!! She took another big bite as she watched Callida carefully!<br><br>"Profit? Adventure!? Risk?!?" Pinot said, each sounding better than the last. "Well okay!" She said happily, letting go of her bowl and sitting up straight, her protectiveness forgotten. <br><br>She looked over at Esmerelda and blinked, "Hey yeah, let's make it high risk!" She said happily! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>10-12-2019, 05:00:34</strong>
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				<strong>Arel Yesphine, Golgari Druid</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179316#msg15179316)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Druid 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pinot, Esmerelda, Vekali, Callida<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Intrigued<br></span><hr>"Oh ho ho," Arel raised a finger triumphantly at Callida's offer, "Arel Yesphine was not born yesterday, no ma'am! This is clearly a ploy to rope people into an admittedly exciting but impoverishing venture with extreme risk. I for one-" he stopped and noticed that Esmeralda and Pinot had already agreed, "really? Both of you?!" When his sad frowns could find no purchase upon their resolve he sighed, "I suppose you'll need someone who knows the way, otherwise you might end up lost for years and <em>very</em> late for dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>25-12-2019, 18:56:07</strong>
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				Callida crossed her arms defensively. "Such doubts! We aren't going into goblin street gang territory or some buried hall of deathtraps and mutant diseases. It's just a quick nip down to a particular grotto to collect some mold samples. <br><br>It's an old neighborhood that was buried in isolation for some time and has recently had a wat open into it again. There's sure to be some leftover valuables from its previous inhabitants, and if you don't find anything interesting, I'll throw some cash your way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>25-12-2019, 19:02:46</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>Pinot grumped as they were told it wouldn't be into gang territory or a hall of mutant death. "Well in that case - " she began, sounding as if she was going to say forget about it, until Callida said it was a new area open to exploration again that might be filled with valuables. Her big ears perked up.<br><br>"We'll definitely do it!" She said happily, pounding the table with her big elephant fist, make everything on it jump. "Let's go!" She leaped to her feat, very nimble for her size. Although she was considered small for a loxodon she still towered over most. She took a few eager steps then paused. "Where is it?" She asked with an eager grin. <br><br>She glanced at Arel and swung a thumb in her direction, "Tell that one about the mold or whatever, she's Golgari, she's into that stuff." It was clear Pinot wasn't actually going to collect any mold samples and was in this to dig around for treasures. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-01-2020, 03:21:48</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/ff/33/ddff33d5069efd5d2cf6b09b03931208.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Vekali the Patient (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15184065#msg15184065)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Fighter 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 | <acronym title="Common, Minotaur, Goblin"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>"In my experience, admittedly limited, one never truly finds that high profit and low risk go together.&nbsp; They seem to be mutually exclusive concepts.&nbsp; However, as you can see, our companions are eager for a bit of derring-do, and I can't say I'm not beginning to find myself itching for a reason to take up arms."&nbsp; She arched a brow at Callida, her tone wry and amused.&nbsp; Still, she couldn't deny the frisson of excitement that went through her at the prospect of an adventure.<br><br>She continued with her breakfast, however, not certain if she would be given time to eat before they left.&nbsp; She hated traveling anywhere on an empty stomach.&nbsp; Her gaze shifted to the others as she ate, curious to hear what they thought of mold-hunting.&nbsp; If she and Arel turned out to be wrong about things, then Pinot and Esmeralda might find their hopes dashed.&nbsp; They would definitely be disappointed if they really just spent the afternoon collecting spores.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>06-01-2020, 03:41:08</strong>
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				<strong>Arel Yesphine, Golgari Druid</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179316#msg15179316)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Druid 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pinot, Esmerelda, Vekali, Callida<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Protesting<br></span><hr>"Oy, that's a dirty stereotype," Arel crossed his arms at Pinot, "from the outside we might all seem like loons over molds and fungi but you wouldn't believe how many people just coast and don't know their <em>Fusarium</em> from their <em>Penicillium</em>. If you think just being Golgari is enough to know molds that's just asking for a nasty lung infection and you, sir, may count yourself fortunate that in my case the stereotype is absolutely true."<br><br>Of course he wasn't going to tell them that when he was younger he had given his molds pet names, that seemed like belaboring the point a little.<br><br>"That's not to say I don't also like treasure, mind you," he coughed, seeking to head off at the pass any idea that he could be rewarded in mold samples for this job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>08-01-2020, 06:51:59</strong>
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				Callida shrugged at the arrayed misgivings.<strong> "If you don't find enough sellable shinies, I'll be sure to reimburse you for your time and efforts commensurate to whatever alleged danger we find down there." </strong>She cast a quick glance at Pinot. <strong>"And if things are too boring, we can go on a pub crawl through the bad neighborhoods." </strong><br><br>She stood and gave a bow as she excused herself.<strong> "Anyone who is interested can meet me in the basement of the garden shed in a little bit" </strong><br><br><br><br>The garden shed's basement served as the club's entrance to the various tunnels and caverns of the Undercity. It was locked up tight, but that way if anything or anyone uninvited managed to find their way up and infiltrate the building, they wouldn't be able to do anything but help themselves to bags of seeds and gardening tools. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-01-2020, 07:05:42</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | <acronym title="Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (Ritual), Shield"><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span></acronym>: 1st - ●● | <acronym title="Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>Esmeralda's eyes all but shimmered--not at the mention of reimbursement, but at the mention directly afterward. "Getting drunk in the bad neighborhoods. There is just no downside to this proposition, is there?" With a smirk, she stood and her elegantly crafted robes a once over. "These should do. I could stand to get them dirty."<br><br>With that said, her chocolate brown eyes swept across her companions. Then, with a perfectly delightful smile and her posh voice to match it, she said, "I'm ready if you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>08-01-2020, 15:47:33</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>"Hooray!" Pinot let out a happy trumpet from her trunk. "Let's go!" <br><br>Nearly bowling over everyone else except Vekali thanks to her loxodon frame, Pinot had her trumpet in her mouth and played a jaunty marching tune as she trod quickly down to the basement where they were to meet. <br><br>It wasn't a very good marching tune, to the surprise of nobody. But whether this was going to be an epic adventure or a drunken bar crawl in the bad parts of town, Pinot was happy either way.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Performance 9</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Pinot rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Performance<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 9</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>09-01-2020, 10:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313822.msg15231652#msg15231652">Quote from: RedPhoenix on 08-01-2020, 15:47:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It wasn't a very good marching tune, to the surprise of nobody. But whether this was going to be an epic adventure or a drunken bar crawl in the bad parts of town, Pinot was happy either way.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Most folks within earshot pay little attention, but one man <em>does</em> yell out "Free bird!" as Pinot walks by.<br><br><br>* * * <br><br><br><br><br>The garden shed's basic is a sturdy square room constructed of heavy stone blocks. Several barrels and trunks of spelunking supplies are shoved in the corners. Opposite the trap door leading down against one wall is a heavy brass door inscribed with several runes and held tight with several big locks which Callida was busy unlocking. A pair of sentries sit playing cards at a table, assigned to watch the entrance as the group goes exploring. <br><br><br><strong>"If you don't have your own torch or lantern or glowrod or whatever, you might want to grab a few from that cabinet over there," </strong>she mentions as she joined by her soon-to-be accomplices. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>10-01-2020, 10:15:51</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/ff/33/ddff33d5069efd5d2cf6b09b03931208.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Vekali the Patient (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15184065#msg15184065)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Fighter 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 | <acronym title="Common, Minotaur, Goblin"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>Vekali chuckled softly at the Loxodon's enthusiasm, but remained right where she was to finish her meal.&nbsp; She had enough time to do that and stop by her room for her gear before joining the others in the shed.&nbsp; As she nodded her silent greeting to the two men seated at the table, she strapped on her weapon and adjusted its position so it would be drawn easily in a pinch.<br><br>"What are the locks for, if it's so safe?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-01-2020, 14:07:13</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>"Sweet, free torches!" Pinot says happily, scooping up a huge double armful of them. <br><br>She doesn't seem concerned at all about what Vekali is asking about, but clears her throat loudly and nods her head towards Arel as if to imply the answer to what they are worried about coming up is 'Golgari stuff.' <br><br><em>OOC: Invoking Pinot's Fearsome Reputation background to hopefully scare the guards into not saying anything about her scooping up so many torches when she already has 20 &gt;j&gt;</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-01-2020, 01:50:02</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Garden shed<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Owl#content) (Ritual), Shield</div></div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> - 1st: ●● | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Languages</div><div class="spoiler_body">Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish</div></div><br><strong>Familiar:</strong> Hidgens (https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/2/evening-glory-tawny-owl-marjolein-kruijt.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>Unpleasing as Pinot's marching trumpet was to the ears, Esmeralda resolved to follow right behind with the enthusiasm befitting a grand call to action. It was the friendly thing to do, yes, but in this case, it was also genuine. And when the random gentleman yelled "free bird," she grinned, shouted "very well!" and with a dramatic rise and snap of her fingers, an illustrious tawny owl blinked into existence above her head. From the moment it materialized, it soared freely, circling the man's head thrice before ascending to follow the marching group from its place in the beautiful blue sky.<br><br>The march to the garden shed was not a long one, but it was certainly entertaining. She was still smiling as the entered the stone building, eyes on her owl as it swooped in to landed on the nearest surface with a quiet coo. "Oh, poor Hidgens. You must have been cooped up in that pocket dimension." If she recognized her own pun, she showed no sign of it. <br><br>Instead, her attention turned to Pinot as she wisely partook of the torch offer (though with perhaps a tad too much gusto); then it turned to Vekali as she inquired about the heavily locked door. It was here her curiosity piqued. "Mm. Interesting wards as well. Who maintains them?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>15-01-2020, 06:53:23</strong>
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				<strong>"Where <em>we're</em> going is pretty safe, but, this connects to the vast, vast network of tunnels beneath our feet. Never had any major incidents, but you never know who, or what, might try to come up."</strong><br><br><br>Callida swings the doors open, revealing a well-cut flight of stairs going to several meters before giving way to rougher passage downward.<br><br><br>* * *<br><br><br>The guards stare at Pinot as she snaps up the torches, and one begins to say something, but catching her gaze they quickly return to murmuring amongst themselves. They'd heard what happened to <em>that</em> guy. <br><br><br>* * *<br><br><br>Callida answered Esmerelda's question. <strong>"Agaric, I think. He's the groundskeeper when he's not busy slinging mugs of beer."</strong><br><br><br>* * *<br><br>The journey wasn't too long or eventful. Callida at least seemed to know where she was going, and the passages were taking them directly down for the most part. She explained they were headed to what had been a residential area in the old Tangletown, before a combination of mishap and mismanagement caused it to collapse and sink down here. No one had bothered to go poking around in the ruins before the newneighborhood was built over top of it. <br><br><br>Apparently, this mold she was looking for was some kind of science experiment someone was working on, whose exploits she'd found reference to in an old journal, though she declined to explain any details or purpose to it. <br><br><br>Eventually they reached a large, cavernous space housing the remains of several tenement buildings. One in particular looked very well intact, standing out amidst the surrounding wreckage and rubble, though the once tall building was now smooshed between the floor and the ceiling of this area. <br><br><br>The area was flooded with about a foot of water, and numerous varieties of cave fish, salamander, and crayfish swam about their feet. <br><br><br><strong>"Yes, this is the place. Don't stray too far, but feel free to look around for your promised booty."</strong><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>15-01-2020, 10:26:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Garden shed<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Owl#content) (Ritual), Shield</div></div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> - 1st: ●● | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Languages</div><div class="spoiler_body">Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish</div></div><br><strong>Familiar:</strong> Hidgens (https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/2/evening-glory-tawny-owl-marjolein-kruijt.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>"Agaric, hm? It seems he's more intriguing than I gave him credit for." But could she be held at fault for that? Who would suspect a barkeep of being capable of covering a door in protective wards? It had to be this sort of cleverness that kept their little group perfectly overlooked.<br><br>But as she thought about subtlety, she happened to look upon the scene between Pinot and the guards, and a smile spread across her face. <br><br>Their journey down to Old Tangletown was rather uneventful, but, considering the darkness of the staircase and tunnels beyond, she did not so much mind that. If anything, she was more concerned with Hidgens feeling cramped. However, that worry dissipated at they stepped out into the 'open' space of the old residential area, her feet splashing in the water below. "Ugh," she let out, lifting her skirts and inspecting the now-soaked hem. "You could have warned us of the water, you know," she said, sounding mildly irritated despite herself. Then, she pulled out a dagger and set about cutting at the lower length of her skirts and tossing the wet scraps aside. <br><br>"There!" she'd call, once again sounding as joyful as can be as she tucked her dagger away. She seemed ready to go off and search as Callida mentioned it, but paused briefly and asked, "What are you using this mold for anyway? Anything sinister?" As she proposed this, it may have been interesting to note the pleasant smile upon her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-01-2020, 16:31:19</strong>
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				<strong>Pinot Daiza, Rakdos Monk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179231#msg15179231)<br><br>Happily shoving torches into her pack, Pinot eyes Esmerelda cutting up her dress with a grin.<br><br>"Oh hey you missed a spot lemme just...." She will bend down, take a hold of the side of the Orzhov's robe and take advantage of the loose materials to rip it as far up the side of the woman's legs as she can get away with, leaving a long sexy ripped up slit for the woman's gorgeous leg to peek out of with every step. At least that's her goal! If denied, she will simple chuckle merrily, give a shrug that says 'Rakdos!' and continue on.<br><br>As they arrive at the ruined little undercity homes, Pinot will pull out her spiky brass trumpet and let out a long loud blast to announce their arrival.<br><br>"There, now the mold will know to show us some respect." She nods.<br><br>"Okay, look for booty, good idea!" She begins to poke around in the rubble, doing just that!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Investigation 14</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Pinot rolled: 1d20, adding -1 to the total<br>Comment: Look for booty<br>Result: 15,<br>Total: 14</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales from the Brindled Bull [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>16-01-2020, 00:02:43</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Garden shed<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Owl#content) (Ritual), Shield</div></div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> - 1st: ●● | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Languages</div><div class="spoiler_body">Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish</div></div><br><strong>Familiar:</strong> Hidgens (https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/2/evening-glory-tawny-owl-marjolein-kruijt.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>Esmeralda took Pinot's offer of help as exactly that. A foolish mistake, perhaps, as she soon heard the tearing of her skirt fabric fill the stinking, claustrophobic air. Unsurprisingly, a dramatic gasp followed suit. "<em>Pinot!</em>" she called in the most posh and admonishing tone--only to examine the damage and find herself rather impressed. "Oh, that looks <em>good</em>," she'd say, the pearly whites of her teeth revealed as she grinned. "You may have the heart of a fashionista inside you yet."
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