Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1
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				Title: <strong>Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 06:05:03</strong>
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				<em>This is in no way or shape or form associated with the living Greyhawk campaign but we do want to thank them for the work that they have done on the modules. I’d also like to thank Wizards of the Coast for putting the campaign together. This goes for ALL Modules run in this thread.</em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lions in Hand</strong></span><br><em>Written by Wesley Wright</em><br></div><em>The Army of Liberation is looking for freelance adventurers to help deliver low-priority messages. A bit of gold in your pocket, a few days in nice weather, how could there be any better work for adventurers such as yourselves?</em><br><br><br><strong><br>A Note about the Weather</strong><br>The weather for the entirety of this adventure is light winter snow in the mornings, followed by clear sunny skies in the afternoons. It is cold, but not so cold that an unprepared adventurer will die from the elements. A good cloak, a good pair of boots and a sturdy winter blanket ensures survival. There is no need for Fortitude saves due to the weather.<br><br><strong><br>Introduction</strong><br>On a bulletin board in the local town of Hochoch you see a notice pinned in bold writing standing out from everything else:<br><div align="center"><strong><br><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Attention!</span><br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Adventurers Needed!</span><br>To carry messages for the Army of Liberation. 20 golden lions for less than a ten-days work. Interested parties should inquire at the Army of Liberation encampment outside Hochoch.<br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">No experience necessary.</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 06:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Having just arrived at Hochoch Drak was a bit parched and on his way to the much touted Boar's Other Knuckle for a bit of refreshment noticed the posting about the simple messanger duty.<br><br>After drinking a round of cheap watered down ale which made him grimice he headed out to find which direction out of Hochoch this encampment was. Leaving Jade Raven Stronghold was starting to seem like a poor decision after all.<br><br>"s'cues me lass, but du ye know which dirction I culd find 'he Army's encampment." he asked an arriving patron. <br><br>After receiving his directions Drak strolled to the encampment. He knew it wasn't a difficult job for normal folk, but for someone of his imposing 4'4" stature it would be quite the challenge. It would also be a great opportunity to see the Grand Dutchy of Geoff since this was his first visit.<br><br>Uppon arriving at the encampment he asked a passing soldier, "Och, where'n d'I fin' the parsons incharge o' de messanger service?" The soldier looked a little shocked to see such a small applicant approach but did his best to give the dwarf accurate directions to the tent where the adventurers were gathering. With a curt nod Drak continued to stroll towards his destination. All the soldier could see as Drak left was just a shield bobbing side to side with each step he took.<br><br>Finally he reached his destination and he did is best to knock on the tent. After hearing an affirmative that he could enter Drak proceeded into the tent. "Name's Drak Arran. I'm 'ere fer de posting about a messenger." He stated flatly for his introduction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:07:01</strong>
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				Perched in a splits between the logs,&nbsp; Jrunna maintain her focus of concentration.&nbsp; The crisp cool&nbsp; wind would&nbsp; flutter&nbsp; strands of her raven tresses across her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Across the way the town message board is drawing much attention from a notice put up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Over come with a curiosity,&nbsp; Jrunna would dismount from her perch.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching the town message board,&nbsp; Jrunna would read the notice.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seems the army of liberation was in need of couriers to carry messages.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the pay being twenty gold lions for less then ten days of work.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Truly a much needed task that needs to be perform.&nbsp; A worthy thing to help out the cause of the people of the land.&nbsp; With the decision made to go seek employment in this worthy job.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jrunna turns and inquires from a few on directions to the army of liberation camp outside of Hondoch.&nbsp; <br><br>As she approaches she would announce her intentions to the sentries posted outside of the camp. <br><br><em>"Hello I am Jrunna, I come seeking to speak to he who is hiring those to be couriers in running messages."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:54:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">Nara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2355648#msg2355648)<br></div>Nara appeared at the camp to enquire about the messages at the same time seemingly that another did.<br><br>"Um, not sure how many messengers you need, but if several are needed to ensure their arrival or if you need several to go in separate directions, then 20 lions for a days work ? I'm interested"<br><br>After stating this on the tail end of Jrunna's own statement Nara looked to the strange woman. <br><br>"Hi Im Nara, Im fancy with blades I suppose, you seem too aware of your surroundings to be a witch, so you probably should buy a sturdy sword or something if your traveling around these parts. If someone is paying twenty lions for this running about, I doubt these paths will be that friendly"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 08:39:10</strong>
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				Turning to the other woman with the golden-red hue long hair, that held a luminous quality with the light reflecting off.&nbsp; &nbsp; Would give a genial polite bow in greeting as Drunna would respond in kind.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Greetings Nara,&nbsp; I am called Drunna and no I am not a witch.&nbsp; As for safety of such courier work, the pay would not be so good if indeed was safe."</em>&nbsp; She finish her return introduction in comment to Nara latter part of her statement.&nbsp; &nbsp;And as Jrunna straighten from the bow she would offer the other warm friendly smile.&nbsp; <br><br>Jrunna posture and stance, never really seems to stand heavy in place.&nbsp; A almost sense of readiness in her stances.&nbsp; Even as she shifts in actions and postures.&nbsp; Each move one fluid motion to the next.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 08:54:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">Nara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2355648#msg2355648)<br></div><br>After bows were exchanged an eyebrow from the red-haired warrior was raised.<br><br>"Not often anyone bothers with anything near politeness around here. You hold your balance like a fighter but strangely you have postures more like a cat. <br><br>Hey ! Are you one of those ... not monkeys. .. <em>monks </em>? <br><br>The sort that can catch arrows mid flight and stuff ? <br><br>The ones that say weapons are a waste of time because they are too busy beating the life out of whatever has annoyed them with their <em>bare </em>hands?<br><br>I heard those like you existed I never believed it myself !"<br><br>A childish wonder seemed to take over Nara and suddenly Drunna held the attention of the captivated.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 09:24:56</strong>
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				A simple nod given in agreeing with what was said.&nbsp; While the rebuttal to a certain part is replied to.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yes, I have trained in such, thou I have not yet acquired the mastery of catching arrows or other such thrown things out of the air yet."&nbsp; &nbsp;</em> <br><br>A moment pause then a further response.<br><br><em>"Perhaps later Nara I could show you a bit on grappling and wrestling."</em><br><br>A quick glance is given out of the corner of her eyes. Towards the sentry they had approached one after another.&nbsp; As the two women still awaited to be directed or shown to the one hiring for couriers to run messages.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:46:16</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://diablo3x.com/wp-content/gallery/wizard/ss72-hires.jpg)</td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">FARIN DARTMOOR</span></span><br>Human Sorcerer</div><hr><strong>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2353437#msg2353437); HP:</strong> 6; <strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous;<br><br>Farin Dartmoor had an on par day.&nbsp; It began in the afternoon, just after the sun left it's throne, and this was not altogether unusual, because Farin partied until the late hours and met the world with saggy blacks sometime after lunch.&nbsp; It was also not very unusual to find Farin in bed with a semi-attractive woman.&nbsp; Both were exhausted from a long night of fucking.&nbsp; There really is no other verb that quantifies exactly what they had done last night except that one, and even then, there must be some adjectives included just so that you might get the gist of what happened on this particular bed in some particular house located in some particular neighborhood of the Duchy of Geoff.&nbsp; For example, Farin didn't just fuck the woman;&nbsp; he fucked her raw, until she bled, so hard that she felt violated, and so long that she had wondered after the second hour or so if the man would tire out any time soon.&nbsp; And this is a rather curious feat because Farin simply did not possess the figure of someone who fucks extremely hard or for an incredibly long time, but there you go.<br><br>It was also not an extremely out of the way occurrence for this particular woman to be already married.&nbsp; Indeed, it was so common nowadays that when the husband kicked the door open and started his onerous diatribe as to the sullied virtues of a married woman, Farin instantly awoke, darted towards his rat familiar, plucked him up into his arms and cried:<br><br>&nbsp;"The infamy!&nbsp; I didn't know you were married!"<br><br>The woman, perplexed, shook her head at the realization of being pegged for a slut and cried:<br><br>&nbsp;"But it's the first thing that I told you!"<br><br>As for that, Farin grinned at the menacing husband with an "I'm excited and I'm really sorry" smile, bounced up once or twice as if preparing to do something utterly stupid, and then, jumped through the window, fell unto his shoulder on the shingles outside, and rolled, rolled, rolled until he landed in the street below.<br><br>&nbsp;"And that's how you handle that!" &nbsp;Farin cried.&nbsp; The husband peered out of his window, glaring daggers at Farin, then disappeared within.&nbsp; The wife appeared suddenly and Farin waved at her and ran into a side street.<br><br>&nbsp;"But I didn't catch your name!" she cried after him.<br><br>**** <br><br>So Mr. Dartmoor walked down a street, stroking his rat's nose with an index, shooing it.<br><br>&nbsp;"I know what you're thinking, my dear boy," he began, lifting Percy so that he might kiss him on the forehead.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're thinking how a handsome devil like myself should utterly find himself almost pennyless in a land filled with rich, big breasted women.&nbsp; But--"&nbsp; Farin was interrupted by the sight of a note plastered against the wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What's this?&nbsp; Adventurer's <em>wanted</em>?&nbsp; No experience <em>necessary</em>?&nbsp; Why, my dear Percy, I seem to be overqualified for the position!"<br><br>He chuckled merrily as he then tore the poster from the wall and put it in his vest's pocket.<br><br>&nbsp;"Now let us be discreet!&nbsp; We shouldn't want the enemy to discover us.&nbsp; Indeed, were Aina to find me now, she should make waste of me.&nbsp; But that's no matter now.&nbsp; I am sure that twenty lions shall purchase several wenches, or perhaps one that happens to have a female rat familiar!&nbsp; Wouldn't that make you happy, Percy?"<br><br>******<br><br>Now please let me illustrate this correctly.&nbsp; Do not think that Farin walked confidently and assumed he was superior to everything that stood near.&nbsp; No, this was a different sort of confidence and swagger.&nbsp; It was a blissful ignorance, really, because he didn't think much of anyone standing near unless of course they were attractive.&nbsp; And Farin found a great deal of things attractive this afternoon.&nbsp; <br><br>The walk to the encampment had been entertaining.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; wherever Farin went was where the party was.&nbsp; Too bad he was penniless.&nbsp; Well, he had five silvers... but what does a soul do with five silvers, especially when your tastes exceed your means?&nbsp; Twenty lions, though-- that was almost what mercenaries made.&nbsp; He was terribly excited, and not just because of that.&nbsp; There were many things to look at in this particular encampment.<br><br>For example, those two tall women.&nbsp; He approached them, smiled broadly and gesticulated gratuitously, his chiseled and symmetrical abs kind of gyrating flirtaciously in a circular manner as he spoke, leaning against a post like a dashing rogue and all.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hullo, ladies.&nbsp; What else do you do besides being beautiful?" he said, smirking wolfishly all the while.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:19:45</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>My eyes shift with the approach of the newcomer.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cannot help but notice the play of his abs, as they ripple in a dance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Almost seductive in how enthralling it comes off as.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I am not use to such, with the blatant flattery tossed mine and Nara's way.&nbsp; For I can feel the heat rise upon my cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp;I give a polite nod of head and respond to the stranger.<br><br><em>"Thank you,&nbsp; I am Jrunna and you are good sir?"</em><br><br>The shorter of the two women,&nbsp; the one with out any apparent outward weapons.&nbsp; Would first address you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her cheeks rosy in the heat of a blush.&nbsp; Perhaps over your words of flattery given to them.&nbsp; &nbsp;As well her gaze has been stuck on your abs in almost memorized fascination.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally ripping away as she finished the quick nod of greeting.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:37:01</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://diablo3x.com/wp-content/gallery/wizard/ss72-hires.jpg)</td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">FARIN DARTMOOR</span></span><br>Human Sorcerer</div><hr><strong>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2353437#msg2353437); HP:</strong> 6; <strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous;<br><br>Farin smiles boyishly at Jrunna, and then bites his bottom lip playfully as he takes her hand and kisses it in between the knuckles.<br><br>&nbsp;"I, madam, am absolutely enchanted to meet a woman of your stature," he said gallantly, looking up at her with sharp, snakelike eyes that whispered mischief.&nbsp; He then kissed Jrunna's knuckles again and said, &nbsp;"I am fortunate to make the acquaintance of a lady of of your acumen."&nbsp; Finally, one last kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And I am rather eager to extend my acquaintanceship by making this relationship a bit more personal."<br><br>He then looked expectantly towards the fighter, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.&nbsp; He siddled up a bit next to Jrunna, but never actually touched her.&nbsp; His hips subtly thrust back and forth, though, near Jrunna's hand-- his rippled, deep knotted abdomen signing towards his cock like a neon billboard.&nbsp; Farin's playful eyes simply dared Jrunna to touch him...&nbsp; and his handsome, vibrant smile let on that he knew Jrunna couldn't.<br><br>&nbsp;"My name is Farin, ladies-- I am a student of the arcane arts, I suppose you could say."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 08:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Tracking her Cousin</span><br><br>Liliya stumbled out from behind one of the tents in the area. Before she realized it she was face first in the mud that had formed from the partial snow and foot soldiers trampling through the area. "How am I ever going to find him with all this snow on the ground now?" Looking over at the group of people that had gathered there she smiles standing up then walks over to all of them. Looking over the males in the area, especially Fardin, walking over to him she picked up his foot looking at the bottom of it. With a sigh she dropped his foot and moved on. "Not here..." Scratching her head she looked back over the group. "Why are you guys here at an army camp anyway?" She thought for a moment putting her finger to her lip, "For that matter why am I here myself?" <br><br>Looking in her bag she pulled out a small scroll case then pulled out parchment. Tilting her head she looked at the picture then walked over to Fardin again looking intently at his ears. "Wow you're not an elf are you?" Her head tilted down to the parchment again, "Nope definitely not an elf." A heavy sigh came from her as she rolled up her parchment and placed it in the case. Turning to look up at the sky she placed her hands together, "Corellon why do you tease me so. Is it not just enough that I can not find my one true love in this life, but yet you keep family from me as well? Oh how I wish I could find 'him' again, just once." Walking towards the sun she tripped sending herself to the ground again; face down ass up in the mud. <br><br>Turning over to sit there she looked up at them all with an awkward smile. "Uh... Hi everyone," she was still not comfortable with giving them her name yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 08:53:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Upon hearing all the commotion outside the tent he was waiting in Drak walked out to see the most bizzar sight of his life. Never in all his life or of any of the years of his children's children's children would he have ever believe that he would see an elf fall flat on their face in the mud of all things.<br><br>Quick steping a little Drak moves over to Liliya his holy symbol of Moradin swaying slightly around his neck. "Great Moradin's beard lass. Look where ye be walkin' at least. You'll be givin' your fair kinda bad name if'n you keep this up." Drak streched out a hand to help her up. "Name's Drak Arran. Are you here for the messanger job too?" At this point Drak looks around and notices the other three humans as well. "I s'pose yer here fer de same job?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 09:05:47</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span> <br><br>Jrunna once again blushed as her hand is taken in hand by the rogue like male.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who with a flourish tends a kiss upon it.&nbsp; As he introduces himsellf as Farin, a student of the arcane arts.&nbsp; But this is lost upon her.&nbsp; As the blush fading, no returns in full force.&nbsp; Causing her to be frozen in awkward silence.<br><br>Save thou, as another comes out into the clearing by them.&nbsp; A elven maiden, a warrior from the looks of it.&nbsp; In the next few moments that span by.&nbsp; The antics or mishap of the elf would draw&nbsp; a smile of mirth to her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Breaking the moment of being frozen.&nbsp; <br><br>Eyes canter over to the dwarf that spoke.&nbsp; As yet another comes and he announces himself as Drak Arran, to the elf.&nbsp; &nbsp;With having come for also for being couriers for the army of liberation.&nbsp; <br><br>A genial nod is given to Drak Arran when he looks her way with the three of them.&nbsp; A eye is kept on Farin out of her corner vision.&nbsp; An with that return to thought with Farin, the blush reappears.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 09:12:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">_______________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Trying to stay upright</span><br><br>Liliya squeaked slightly as the dwarf picked her up practically. She looks at him, "Wow, you're short..." like she was one to talk. She was only slightly taller then he was but a few inches. She could see over his head and that was what made him short. And even then it wasn't much that she could see over his head. She looks at the female that was standing there and waved her hand back and forth as if it was going to come off, slinging mud on the closest thing to her, the dwarf. "Hello," she said in a rather friendly tone. She looked at her hand that was still waving. Quickly her other hand moved up to stop it and pull it down to her side slapping the dwarf on the head with a wince. It hurt her hand more then the dwarf I'd bet. <br><br>Moving her hand to her mouth she sucked on the spot where she hit Drak only to realize she just gave herself a mouth full of mud. The reaction was hysterical to watch, an elf that looked like a dog with peanut butter on the roof of its mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 09:26:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Drak jumped a bit not expecting to be struck on the top of his noggin by less than stellar example of an elf. "Oy! Watch were ye be flappin' that thar hand." It was at this point that Drak noticed the mud on his front. He grumbled some profanities in dwarven about disrespectful elves and their mannerisms. He put his hand out in front of himself as if to stop something, then he hung his head and said a prayer of forgiveness to Moridin for his rudeness followed quickly by a prayer for his sanity and the groups safety when the elf was in their midst.<br><br>When he opened is eyes he could only just shake his head sadly at the sight of the elf sucking on her own dirty hand, then acting like an animal with something back in its mouth. Quietly he rummaged through his back pack and pulled out a water skin and thrust it into the elf's hands and mouth. "'Ere. Suck on this it'll wash da taste out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 11:01:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">Nara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2355648#msg2355648)<br></div><br>Nara noticed Drak quite late on in also when she did she bent over pressing her hand to her knees for stability.<br><br>"Hey a dwarf ! oh how CUTE ! I heard it that when woman shave their privates a dwarf's with a beard of matching color who is at the same height notices their beard grows the difference ! I always wondered if I would meet the one my hairs do that do, I guess my hair is a richer red and yours is more golden, so your not the one. <br><br>Still is it true dwarfs heads are at the loin height of most other woman to remind us where most men thoughts go ?"<br><br>The fighter talked like she genuinely believed it then looked from the dwarf to the monk's loins and back again before directing her attention to the woman getting on her feet<br><br>"There are always signs of those who's sexual role is to go down I think, fate does try and express things openly but I do think woman are more suited to doing it properly though" Nara looked to the girl that squeeked with open eyes<br><br>"I would adore watching you go down on this monk woman, as she said with more such experience she will be able to snatch arrows from the air, perhaps you and I could help providing her with that"<br><br>It was hard to tell if Nara was joking or quite thoroughly insane, her expression could be interpreted easily as both<br><br>"I'm Nara" she leaned back up while saying it to everyone present absently before sniffing the air.<br><br>After a moment the fighter pointed to the man that had a rat on his shoulder <br><br>"You smell like sex, have just done a woman recently ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 11:41:07</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Jrunna cantering her head to look towards the reddish hue warrior woman.&nbsp; Blinks as she hears the words that come out of the woman's mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Try as I might,&nbsp; I cannot but look to the dwarf.&nbsp; My sight going straight to his beard.&nbsp; Did it grow, for a moment I am caught up in the ol' wives tale.&nbsp; &nbsp;For I shave myself down below.&nbsp; But then my gaze is riveted back to Nara.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>For she openly suggests the dwarf go down on me.&nbsp; I cannot help but blurt out.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I thought a elf only knew what a tongue was for."</em><br><br>It was something I had heard on the road.&nbsp; Thou it did come from an elf.&nbsp; As I reply back jokingly<br><br>An to exasperate the situation, I suddenly realize she may have been&nbsp; not joking.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the end I cannot tell either way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nevertheless, it did help me to loosen up.&nbsp; The other rogue like knave had me all discombobulated with the kiss on the hand and flattery moments before.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 11:53:48</strong>
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				"Well I heard that elves lick there like cats do and human women lick more like dogs, seeing your posture is more like a cat it does seem to be true, I have been called bitch before so I guess I know why now"<br><br>Nara blinked<br><br>"Monk you attire makes me hard not to think of you there, likely the males would be directing their attention there also, if you can live with someone like me thinking of your privates as meaningful adventuring with us may be easier"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 12:19:17</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Her turn to blink, accompanied with a blush again.<br><br><em>"No I didn't mean it like that.&nbsp; Ah, er I don't mind."</em><br><br>Her off kilter reply of basically saying yes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cannot belied by her expression as different.&nbsp; As her gaze drops to take in the near by ground at her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through the white of her yes can be seen on either side,&nbsp; as her eyes shifted and out of the corner of them.&nbsp; She shifts a look at each of the males, rake and dwarf.&nbsp; Then drawing back to once again focus on Nara.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:21:04</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://diablo3x.com/wp-content/gallery/wizard/ss72-hires.jpg)</td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">FARIN DARTMOOR</span></span><br>Human Sorcerer</div><hr><strong>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2353437#msg2353437); HP:</strong> 6; <strong>Mood:</strong> Confused;<br><br>Uh.&nbsp; Farin took on an air of perplexity, really, as the ranger checked what was beneath the sole of his boot.&nbsp; Then the dwarf came out and Farin could not help but correlate the ranger and the dwarf as being the tall/skinny and short/fat comedy combo.&nbsp; If his mood had not been sobered yet, herein came the fighter, talking a mile a minute, making little sense whatsoever.&nbsp; It was as if the teeming train of his sexuality came to a sudden halt, and Farin could only sigh.<br><br>But then, he realized that the fighter began to utter inanities to him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Uh..?" is all he could utter.<br><br>Somewhat annoyed now at the development, Farin unfolded the scrap of paper from his pocket, gave it a glance, and then left the group, in search of that individual that would give him more information as to the need of an adventuring party.<br><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:33:08</strong>
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				"Lingering here waiting for more details is begining to bring the entrepreneur out of me.<br><br>Perhaps if the other ladies revealed only a little more and the muff-man and rat mat fended off any man-handling from others I figure after we split it all evenly we would all get twice the amount of coins thrown our way from soldiers nearby"<br><br>Nara crossed her arms and looked about<br><br>"If you want messagers you have them but a promise for twenty coins means something urgent or important, and at the moment I don't really see either"<br><br>The ever impatient red-head fighter paced like a lion, then her eyes swept from Liliya's loins <br><br>"Teaching me grappling or wrestling may frustrate you, likely I would be too taken by thoughts wrestling with me suited to undisciplined mines so I think I may keep my trust in training with blades, but I must&nbsp; confess I do like the dress standard of your parish or where-ever monks call their abodes. "<br><br>to Liliya's .. <br><br>"I would adore if you could convert or squeaking acquaintance to join wearing something similar ... then well - between you both I would have no want to see matters rushed and I am sure the men would agree wouldn't you both" <br>Nara looked to the lads then nodded almost like one of them<br><br>"Hey if we need to wait on someone who knows something any chance on a strong drink while we do it ?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Job Hunting</span><br><br>Liliya looked at the red-head as if she was a deer caught in headlights. Her jaw gapped open a bit. She took the water from the dwarf with out a fight now, mud washed from it. She shook her head then looked at the group, “Oh yea, you all got the message too?” She pulled out yet another scroll case. “I was told to look for,” opening her case she smiled, “An army of liberation officer to inquire about the messenger job.” She smiled brightly.<br><br>Walking past the group she tripped and stumbled catching herself slightly, but not in time not to grab a handful of Nara’s chest. Her head turned looking at what was in her hands then sheepishly up at the girl whose chest she was fondling. “Oh! Wow… squishy.” She flushed bright red pulling her hands back. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean that at all!” Quickly walking towards one of the main tents in the area, Liliya’s pale snow white skin was bright red from head to toe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 18:18:27</strong>
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				Nara smiled the moment the elf blushed from finding her hands on her breasts.<br><br>"I love it when elves are like you must be confuse your own kin how someone of their ilk can be well ... "<br><br>Nara smiled<br><br>"Hon whats your name ?, I think you really are a good luck charm and I want you with me "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 19:20:59</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>I nod faintly to Nara as I answer;&nbsp; <em>"Yes wear what is comfortable, I am comfortable."</em>&nbsp; Leaving out the part I am a runaway slave.&nbsp; &nbsp; An this is what I was allowed to wear.&nbsp; Besides I find robes,&nbsp; skirts and pants seem to get in my way.<br><br>Great now if things are wacky.&nbsp; The rake Farin now sports a confused look.&nbsp; &nbsp;As if he had no clue to what is going on, what an act.<br><br>For now I&nbsp; decide to keep quiet, rescinding into the background.&nbsp; <br><br>I follow the stumbling elf.&nbsp; &nbsp;For it is high time we seen whoever was hiring. <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alexander</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 10:53:47</strong>
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				(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/seriphmichael/rsz_a_male_elf_face2.jpg) <span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Lysander</strong></em></span> --Character sheet- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2375187#msg2375187)-&nbsp; HP:9<br><br><em>The people around here all look strange to me... So many races blending in together, Ive not seen a gathering like this for some time, could this be about the posts I've seen scattered about?</em><br><br>Lysander was walking about aimlessly, having been looking for the one in charge of the encampment here to inquire about the courier postings he had seen back in town. He was rather far out of his own in this place. The soldiers he had seen here and there were mostly human from what he had seen. Though the strange thing that caught his Elven eyes from under the draw of his hooded cloak were several having a conversation with one another. A dwarf he had seen not long back, as well as a trio of women. One elven he could see, another a human by the looks of it. The third he was unsure of, he hadn't really been paying all that much attention. There were others about as well that he took a slight notice of. Walking on light feet, he ventured close to them, deciding it was probably best to ask someone that looked like they had been here longer than himself.<br><br>"Pardon me, I do not mean to interrupt your conversation..." Though in light of what he had seen moments before walking to them he was hardly sure if conversing was what they were actually doing, looking to where the other two women had eventually walked off to a moment before he himself walked over. "Does anyone know where I might find the captain of this encampment...? I saw the many postings back in town about a job for delivering messages for the Army of Liberation." He kept his head low, though it was clear from his height, that he wasn't human like most here, standing but five feet from boot to head. His voice was rather light, but his words easily enough heard. Deciding hiding his face would be rude, he raised his hands from his sides, and took the hood down his head, revealing lightly pointed ears, a young looking face with bright emerald eyes, and long strands of silvery hair. He dressed like one would expect a thief to, his clothes garbing him in black and gray.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:10:40</strong>
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				<strong>After introductions, you are ushered into the small building, where a short man of Flannae <em>(Flan-ay)</em> descent sits, wearing the uniform of an Army of Liberation officer. He motions for you to sit on a number of stools arrayed around a table. Laid out upon the table is a map of the Dim Forest.<br><br>"Bore da. <em>(bore-eh da, Flan tr. good day)</em> You have been assigned with carrying this message," the officer holds up a sealed scroll tube, "to one of our Olwythi <em>(O-with-ee)</em> scouts in the Dim Forest. He is based here, in a village called Linhir." He points to the village on the map, near the Realstream. "Very simple assignment should cause you no trouble. The scout's name is Corforrol Meic the Blade. You'll know him by the ivy tattoo on the right side of his face. Have you any questions?"<br></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:27:15</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Following the officer of the army of liberation into the tent.&nbsp; After the short per functioning&nbsp; round of introductions when he came out.&nbsp; Jrunna would move to one of the stools.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looks to the map on the table out in display and follows what he shows.&nbsp; &nbsp;She however, does not sit on the stool per say.&nbsp; She arrays on it as she squats on her heels resting as if upon the ground.&nbsp; Her gaze would go to the tube held up with the message to be delivered.<br><br>I have only one question, and would ask of it.<br><br><em>"All of us, or is there more we will be tasked with."</em><br><br>As she wanted to know if this meant of them or would each get a message to deliver or even two group teams.&nbsp; <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Drak gingerly sits on one of the stools praying to Moradin that the maker of the stool he chose was a competent one and that the stool could bear his fully geared weight. After the short diatrib about the destination he coughs for a moment at Jrunna's question. <br><br>"Aye 'eard rumors tha the Dim no longer belongs completly to surfaces races of men an' elves an' that thar be a clan o' shada dragons which dwell within it's shady boughs. Aye be thinkin' tha da group o' venturers gather'd be errin on da side o' caution we be fine by the likes of me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 06:11:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Not to embarrass herself</span><br><br>Liliya looked at Nara then cants her head slightly before her back bumped into Lysander. Yet again that shocked little squeak came from her. Her head turned sharply to look at the male's features. A sharp intake of her breath was made looking at him. She chewed her lip backing away from him.<br><br>Fiddling with her fingers her eyes were glued towards the elf in front of her. That was until one of the guards there put their hands on her back ushering her towards the building. Protesting that she could walk on her own as she entered the door... almost. Her shoulder slammed into the side of the doorway and she stumbled in holding it from the pain. This is what she gets for not paying attention where she was walking. It was true she was a disgrace to the graceful nature of her people. <br><br>She stood there and slowly creeped up next to Lysander while the representative of the army spoke to them. Lily said nothing to the people, not even her name, especially not now with the other elf there. To embarrassed to face her own past she kept quiet looking around. Rubbing her nose a bit she sighs for a moment, her skin starts to flush even deeper red remembering something before she breaks out in an uncontrolled laughter. Which when she realized she was laughing she stopped putting her hands behind her back innocently, "Oh I'm so sorry, continue," she said to the officer speaking then went silent again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alexander</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 10:34:43</strong>
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				(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/seriphmichael/rsz_a_male_elf_face2.jpg) <span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Lysander</strong></em></span> --Character sheet- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2375187#msg2375187)-&nbsp; HP:9<br><br>Lysander stood by and listened to the rather short explanation offered by the ones that were offering the job. He too pondered the Dwarfs proposal. Traveling together if things were as dangerous as he said they were, even for a ranger such as himself it would be a good idea to travel with a group. He was rather starting to think alike with this dwarven man. Though Lysander though he recognized the other woman here... not the human but the other Elf. She seemed familiar... Almost like Liliya, that he had known not two decades ago. Turning his eyes back to the others as they spoke, he had also wondered the humans question. Of whether or not they were to carry separate messages to other locations. All good questions in his mind, but instead of voicing his own for the moment, he stared silent, leaning back against a table he was standing in front of in the side of the tent.<br><br>He noticed the woman coming closer to him, but it didn't really bother him at all. He was curious to get a better look at her face. She faintly resembled Liliya, but it had been quite some time since he had seen her, and he wasn't sure how she had developed over these last twenty years. When she started blushing about her neck and cheeks, and she broke into laughter for no apparent reason, Lysander was almost positive it was her. Once the officer continued to explain small details, he turned his face to the woman beside him. "...Liliya...? Liliya is that really you?" He whispers gently, looking over at her more intently now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:21:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Shhh it's a secret</span><br><br>Lily looked over to Lysander, "Shhh, not not sugarplum." Yea as if that wasn't her right there. She looked forward and listened to the guy speak. <br><br>Listening to the dwarf speak as well she cants her head, "You want us to go deliver a message in the Dim where there are giants and dragons? Are you nuts?!?" She had a point, most of the people were barely able to take care of themselves and now they were asked to go on a suicide mission in the most dangerous areas of the forest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:27:17</strong>
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				<strong>Looking over to Liliya as she had her small outburst and questions all rolled into one, "I don't have much more information to give you lass... we don't have the resources here due to the campaign in the south at this time. Such a low priority message like this we've hired outside sources, obviously the lot of you, to carry this message to the Olwythi." He stood up looking over the lot, "What say you? Any more questions before I consider this a done deal?"</strong><br><br>(Anyone wanting to make a Sense Motive or Appraise check can at this time.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:01:29</strong>
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				table]<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Listening to what is said, of the dangers that are presented and why with such being a low priority of message.&nbsp; Jrunna weighed words, trying to sense motive within.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: Jrunna rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: Sense Motive<br>Result: 18,<br>Total: 20<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 09:16:33</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Thoughtful for a moment, it would come to Jrunna.&nbsp; As she looked at the officer of the army of liberation and would voice what has come to her.<br><br><em>"If such is the case that we are to be delivering a low priority message.&nbsp; &nbsp;When such a deed is usually hired out for two to three silver.&nbsp; You offer each of us twenty gold lions.&nbsp; This does not make seem like such a low priority message."<br><br>"So would it not be better if you told us the truth.&nbsp; So we may better prepared and be ready. So we can accomplish the delivery of the message."</em><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 09:25:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Looking around at all the adventurers that have shown up for this job Drak gingerly gets up. "I'd consider it proper compensation for the services we be renderin' considerin' the risk taken to deliver it lass. Now dun be lookin' a gift troll in da mouth. An since we be workin' wit each udder we'st best get to'know our roles on da road. Not ta be shy er nuttin' I'll start. M'name's Drak Arran. Follower o' the master smithy of souls himself, Moradin. Wit Moradin's blessing I'll be able ta mend yer wounds an help ye in battle." Drak waits expectantly for the others to follow suite giving names and their areas of expertise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alexander</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 10:55:40</strong>
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				(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/seriphmichael/rsz_a_male_elf_face2.jpg) <span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Lysander</strong></em></span> --Character sheet- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2375187#msg2375187)-&nbsp; HP:9<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Knowledge check: Nature<br>Int check, with a +0.<br>Roll(1d20)+0:<br>18,+0<br>Total:18<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Lysander looked to the Human woman, and then to the dwarf. "I may be able to shed some light on what lingers in those lands." He said lightly, moving away from Liliya for a moment. "First, I am Lysander Menethil, a ranger." He introduced himself. "I agree with the the young woman, it does indeed sound like a larger payment than a low priority message is worth, however." He walked to the map that was laid out, gesturing those that were in the room to come to the map. "It is untrue that we would have little trouble. While danger is present of course, the giants and dragons that linger in that side of the region haven't made it to the dim that far, yet. Not to say that we may not happen by a rogue creature of either of those types, the chance is minimal." He noted, looking from face to face.<br><br>After he finished speaking he took a breath, and looked back to the map. "The trip wont be safe by any means, as other things are bound to lurk around there, as well as the surrounding wilderness." He said, before standing back up straight. "Im sorry captain, I though it prudent to share my knowledge of the surrounding lands with those I will be traveling with." Looking down to Drak, he held out his hand to the dwarf. "Pleased to meet you, Drak Arran." He said politely, looking to the human girl. "And your name, Miss?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 11:13:19</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Furloughs her brow at the dwarf Drak Arran.&nbsp; As he took on the job without waiting for a response.&nbsp; As if he already knew the answer.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Expectantly I await the dwarf to reveal what he knows.&nbsp; However, the answer comes from the other elf within the tent.&nbsp; My gaze darts to him.&nbsp; As he moves from the other elf, the one that seems inherently cursed with clumsiness.&nbsp; &nbsp;Introducing himself as Lysander Menethil a ranger.&nbsp; He would then point out on the map the route already shown by the officer.&nbsp; &nbsp;Agreeing with my thoughts voiced.&nbsp; However with revealing he knew somewhat of the area and what possibly what we could expect.&nbsp; <br><br>The human woman would follow closely in what you said, watching intently when you pointed out details upon the map.&nbsp; Then giving a rueful smile when you inquire of her own introduction.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to cast a look at the officer.&nbsp; <em>"Alright I am in."</em> Then when I give my name, I canter my gaze to Lysander.&nbsp; <em>"I am called Jrunna."</em><br><br>No other name is given, for she had none.&nbsp; <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 07:16:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Drak looks at the new comer and nods in approval to his words. "Well said lad! Now we know we won' be loss in da dim wood." Drak grips Lysander's forearm and gives it a mighty shake welcoming him to the group.<br><br>Drak's attention shifts to the half naked human female when she speaks. "I like yer att'ude lass. Ye'd make a good dwarf in anudder life." Gently he takes Jrunna's hand and brings it to his forehead in a polite and smart little bow.<br><br>Looking at the female elf Drak asks, "Well lass are ye in o' are ye out?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 08:36:48</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Withdrawing her hand from the dwarf Drak Arran.&nbsp; &nbsp;A slight smile would be given.&nbsp; Along with a bow of respect in return then.&nbsp; <em>"Thank you for such a honorable compliment."</em><br><br>I would respond whole heartily.&nbsp; As it did seem plausible to me, that in my incarnation of life before I had been a dwarf.&nbsp; It would explain my love of grappling and wrestling.&nbsp; Liking to get right in and mix it up.&nbsp; As I am a firm believer in reincarnation. <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alexander</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 09:35:01</strong>
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				(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/seriphmichael/rsz_a_male_elf_face2.jpg) <span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Lysander</strong></em></span> --Character sheet- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2375187#msg2375187)-&nbsp; HP:9<br><br>"Pleasure to met you Jrunna." He said with a small smile, his gaze moving to the dwarf. He had not been in the company of others for some time. Only the animals and the trees having been his company for a great many years. And yet, here he was, meeting again with new people, as well as the only one that could ever put a blush on his face. It would seem that after about twenty years Liliya still remembered his old name, well, what she called him anyhow. Sighing inwardly, he moved back over to stand beside her, offering a slight smile. "There wont be any dragons or Giants where were going unless we attract them."<br><br>Looking about the tent, he supposed there wasnt any more they could do until they were directed further, Other than Idly chat that is. Of course it wouldnt be bad at all to get to know those he would be working alongside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 22:41:16</strong>
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				(Not linking the picture i posted, want to find something better) <br><br><strong>Ael Ly'lian HP 10</strong><br><br>Ael had stared at the post looking for messengers, he knew the job was beneath him but he was curious at what information a nation would contract adventures to carry for them and at a decent wage to boost. Reaching for the paper, he took it with him and asked a few soldiers for directions, annoyingly waving the paper in their faces. After angering off the wrong guard, he ran away only to stumble into the proper tent with a roll he gracefully tucked and sprang up to his feet.<br>"Greetins ummm..."<br>The young elf (by elf standards) looked at the ripped paper and scratched his head, annoying he crumpled it and tossed it over shoulder onto the ground below. <br>"Human...I am here to be your next messenger"<br>Smiling widely he held out his hand.<br>"Hi I am Ael Ly'lian" <br>He had completely ignored the people in line or in the tent waiting for jobs, he was eager to read the message, if he was lucky, it would not be coded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 07:19:09</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Jrunna offers another genial polite bow.&nbsp; This time to the elven male Lysander, as she responds in kind.<br><br><em>"Likewise Lysander, a pleasure to meet you."</em><br><br>I am liking how the other prospective couriers to run messages&nbsp; are shaping up.&nbsp; For it seems we will be working together in delivery of the messages.&nbsp; <br><br>With that thought, she lift her head and look to the new elf that walked in and seemed aloof.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he went up and gave his name. <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 04:50:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>With the explosion of movement at his feet Drak just as to shake his head as he sees another elf that looks like it can't stand on it's own to feet and is better friends with the earth then his second cousin's aunt's nephew's half brother.<br><br>Looking to Lysander Drak grouses, "Oi, Lysander, are ye de only elf 'at has no trouble stayin' upright on yer own two feet?" Now bringing his full attention to the intruder or new member to the group. "An' fer you lad, what sorta manner were ye taught? Bargin' in on a meetin' wit out announcin' yer self? Affor ye go demandin' no answers, ye best innerduce yer self an 'pollogize fer de intrusion." Drak crosses his arms and waits for the new comer to take the next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 08:09:00</strong>
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				"Huh...who said that!"<br>Ael spun and thought for a moment it was the voice of the recruiter. Another scan was taken before he looked down and saw the short armored dwarf. <br>"Ohh it was you...apologize for what? I told you who I was, what more do you want! Pft...dwarf." <br>The cheerful expression on his face lulled into boredom of the requested formalities, he wanted to carry on and move there was so much more to do then spend it bunched up inside of a tent. With a better scan of the room, he smiled once more and waved at everyone else, tipping the hat in a graceful spin, revealing his head and his handsome elven features for a brief flash. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 15:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Pushing Forward</span><br><br>Lily went to open her mouth but stopped as the tumbling elf came into the building (yes people it's a brick building not a tent). It made her smile for a moment, though she still hasn't spoken up about her name to anyone yet. <br><br>Raising her hand as if she had a question, also to get the attention of the people in the small building. "I don't think it's very nice to pick on the small, he can't help how short he is after all." This coming from an elf who was barely taller then the dwarf. She was only 4'7" and could just see over the dwarf's head. <br><br>She smiled at the new person though, "So are you going to be going with us?" Keeping her spot next to Lysander even if she had to move to take it again. She was curious about the new guy and all the new people she had met, but she was comfortable around Lysander because she knew him, even if she hasn't confirmed his hunch yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Drak harrumph his way back down into his chair which gives a loud creek of disapproval of it's treatment. He can be heard grumbling in dwarven as he seats himself again, "Moradin give me the strength to weather these naives and learn the lessons for which you sent me on this journey." When he noticed the chairs response he adds, "and bolster the fortitude of this chair so that many a proud warrior may enjoy a bit of rest with out worry." After which he goes quiet waiting for everyone else to finish introducing themselves.<br><br><br>* note * these mutterings are in Dwarven. If this confused anyone I am sorry
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 02:45:03</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Following the aloof Elf that came in.&nbsp; With the dwarf engaging the new comer.&nbsp; The bumbling elven maiden would come into the building.&nbsp; &nbsp; Jrunna would slip back onto her stool, once again taking a seat.&nbsp; For now content just to be observant with everyone.&nbsp; Neither in a hurry or languishing as if in molasses.&nbsp; &nbsp;A glance then given to the dwarf as he grumbles with flopping back into his seat.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 02:57:04</strong>
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				With a childish pout he also found a seat if it meant that they would be able to move along with the job at hand and whatever message was being sent. His curiosity needed to be satiated or he would not rest! <br>"I am sorry Moradin, I did not mean to offn ye."<br>He gleamed the elf a smile and figured he would be pleased with the apology, anything to calm him down. With a nod at the other elf, all though much shorter than him, his smile moved to her as his hat was placed on his knee. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 18:12:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Pushing Forward</span><br><br>Lily looked at everyone then walked over and picked up the map. She smiled at the guy who was sitting there. "I think we'll be leaving now..." Heading out of the door to the building Lily looked back at everyone. "You guys coming or staying?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 08:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Lumbering to his feet Drak nods at Lylia's words. "Aye, dis 'ere job jus' won' compete isself. We bes' be goin' while der is still color in our beards." He trudges to the table and picks up the sealed scroll tube, "I guess, I'll claim charge o' dis 'ere message fer da jerney." In the blink of an eye Drak places the message into the back pack that was neatly concealed beneath the large shield on his back and shifts the back pack back into place out of site.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 16:20:48</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Jrunna would nod in agreement to the others.&nbsp; It was time they got going.&nbsp; Rising up, a glance given to the dwarf.&nbsp; A sudden thought that runs through brings a small smile to her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she wondered if the dwarf would be like a turtle&nbsp; if he fell on his back and shield.&nbsp; An not be able&nbsp; to get up, if he is knocked on his backside.&nbsp; For the shield hung on his backside, made her think of a turtle.<br><br>With that thought,&nbsp; the monk would follow the other two out.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 02:22:01</strong>
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				"Finally!"<br>The young elf makes note of the dwarf taking the note, a bit annoyed but makes sure to watch in case he wishes to relive him of it to take a peek. <br>"If I spent another day in this town I was going to lose it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 23:28:15</strong>
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				<strong>The weather has been thoroughly cold, and it has snowed almost every morning. The sun shines clearly through the boughs of the Dim Forest throughout the afternoon, and your trip has been relatively pleasant.<br><br>A small footpath through the woods has led the way for much of your journey. Though it twists and turns along its way, the path is easy enough to follow. It is clearly well used, and there are markers above the snow to help you stay on the path.<br><br>It is the beginning of the fourth day of your trek. Camp was broken a couple of hours ago, and the morning snow has just stopped. Piercing the serenity of your walk are the high pitched sounds of some kind of argument, though it is in a strange tongue.</strong><br><em><br>I need knowledge Nature checks, and also who can speak draconic?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 22:28:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Upon hearing the noise coming from somewhere Drak stops trudging through the snow and stands up straight and looks around for the cause. When he doesn't find the souce he looks around to his traveling companions to see if any of them have heard the sound. <br><br>"Oy, any o' ye 'ear dat?" He glances fertively between the competant and incompatent elves expecting their long ears to have at least heard it, then towards Jruuna. "Lass I dunna know wha' tha' be nor where it be comin' from. Can ye of the taller stature see anythin' I canne'?"<br><br>A bit paranoid at this point Drak slips his shield off his back and readies it on his arm. Yes the turtle is transforming into a mobile bastion of defense. "By Moradin's beard I hope this naught be a angry beasty." Drawing his warhammer Drak prepares for the worst turning his now exposed back to his comrads peering out into the snow covered wilderness.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(*Does not know Draconic nor Knowledge Nature*)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 04:18:20</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><br>Jrunna would cast a look around with the sound of high pitch voices.&nbsp; The language gutteral to her, she had not a clue to what was being said.&nbsp; &nbsp;A look over to her Dwarf friend,&nbsp; a nod as Drak asks if she sees anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;With that Jrunna tosses a look around the direction the voices came from.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: Jrunna rolled: 1d20, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Spot<br>Result: 17,<br>Total: 21</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(Ditto-Does not know Draconic nor Knowledge Nature.)<br><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 09:07:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Ael-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ael</strong></span><br><br>It had taken Ael a few moments for the young elf to realize he could make some sense of the sounds he heard in the distance. Holding up a hand to silence the sounds coming from the group, he stood perfectly still as he tried to concentrate on what he was hearing. <br><br>(Listen check roll<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=11910 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=11910)<br>Krysia, do you know your Roll ID? So I can just send it to you next time, Ael speaks Draconic, but has no knowledge on Nature, not sure Geography will help)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 09:45:06</strong>
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				<strong>Moving up to investigate, you find quite the sight. Ten short, reptilian creatures with spears are standing around a prone human man. The human is either unconscious or dead, as he isn't moving. He wears studded leather armor, and you can see a longbow and a longsword in the clearing near him. The snow in the clearing has been well trodden, and there is blood visible on the ground. The<br>creatures appear to be arguing, shaking their spears at each other, pointing to the human, and gesticulating wildly.</strong><br><br><em>Aiden: Understanding Draconic can make out the argument. They are arguing on how to get him back to the burrow. 4 of them just want to tie him up with vines and drag him back, but the others are worried that he will knock his head on a rock and ruin Grak's sacrifice.<br><br>My User ID for the D-roller is 5624</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 11:23:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Ael-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ael</strong></span><br>Ac 17<br>Hp 10<br>Fort 2<br>Reflex 5<br>Will -1<br>Total Atk bonus +6<br><br>Ael pulls a dart from its harness and holds it steady, sneaking back to tell everyone else what he heard.<br><strong>"They are arguing how to get the prisoner to the cave, they want to sacrifice him to their god"</strong><br>Sneaking close, he tries to get in range of his projectile and flings it towards the nearest creature with a flick of the wrist.<br><br><br>(sending you Move silent, Initiative and attack roll in one move (in that order), if it is to much I can slow down and break it up.) <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 17:26:13</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</td><td><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br><sup>HP 9&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;AC 14, FF 10, T 14</sup><br><br>Hearing this from the elf Ael.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jrunna would follow the elf towards the reptilian creatures and man that they hold captive.&nbsp; As she would also move silently through the snow.&nbsp; <br><br>(Sending move silent roll (20), and initiative (19)&nbsp; rolls.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I would suppose that were going to initiative rounds.&nbsp; &nbsp;As for attack, will wait until description of scene and distances described to determine which kind of attack,&nbsp; hand to hand or range with the sling at first. )</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 21:08:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>At these words Drak's face went grim. There were just two things that he did not tolerate in this world, slavery and sacrafice. He saw what the other two were up to and decided to help the best way he could. Any surprise attack needed a good distraction. Waiting for the appropriate time he moved as quietly as he could (normal clanking dwarf, this wasn't really going to happen), to approach the infidels from the opposite side of the would be obductors/murderers. He was counting on the fact that he would be heard, but he'll at least make the attempt at being quiet.<br><br>(Delaying until DM deems appropriate then taking 10 on movesilently = -4)
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