Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 08:07:33</strong>
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				<strong>Fort Goladris, Vikalan Frontier... the westernmost point of civilization, an hour past dawn.<br></strong>The sky is thick with crows and rooks, the air with lingering corpse pyres and the redolence of cedar wood. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i5D4ZW8O9o)&nbsp; Snow still clings to the ground in patches as wide as a dead horse where the shade falls by afternoon, glimmering ruddy with mud and gore by dawn's early light.&nbsp; A half-mile from the pallisade wall's chipped and arrow-bristling surface, a small herd of deer passes, puffing cold breath into the crisp morning air, carefully avoiding the unfamiliar smell of a scorched patch still littered with charred armor and bone.<br><br>This was the final bastion of the Moads-- their noble, lost cause to own this new world giving way, step by grinding step, to the conquest of Montagne.&nbsp; Two nights ago, the Moadi flag fell after a night's siege some five long, grueling months after their capitol city slowly bowing of its head in surrender.&nbsp; This was the fall-back point was for those martial-myth consumed youths, burning still with the fantasy that glory and death were better than surrender.&nbsp; This was where the old men whose shame at a loss would be a sorry excuse for their final days, and the vault for those slaves whose choice to flee was never granted.&nbsp; <br><br>Those who dreamed of dying for their flag had their wishes granted in droves, as the Montagnese's superior resources overwhelmed them again and again, and only the Moadi stubbornness and ferocity lasted as they starved, bled, sickened, retreated, counterattacked... the Montagnese adapted, resupplied, and built, and regathered, and aimed again and again until the Moad stronghold of KulTal in the mainlands fell... and then there was nothing left to fight for but this new country, and no one left to support them, and the Montagnese Empire would not relinquish this frontier-- this was why they had come to blows, this was the source of their war.&nbsp; &nbsp;The resources, the trade, the prestige... this new land, called Vikala, was the essence to occupying the world.&nbsp; It was the key to everything.<br><br>Now the Montagne Empire held it in its palm, this green jewel.&nbsp; And they would waste no time in claiming it.<br><br>The watch is relieved as soldiers with bristling crossbows ascend the repaired ladders and hastily assembled watchtowers, and cooking fires that have been restored to life are starting to emit a new concoction of scents into the air.&nbsp; Boiled oats and cornmeal, bland as they are, will be shoveled alongside a mashed bean paste resurrected from the prior evening's remains.&nbsp; But in the middle of the courtyard there is an empty table laid out with a steaming tin pot that smells of coffee, and a fire-warmed plate of fresh corn cakes under warmed hand-cloths, and a seared iron plate still sizzling with slabs of salted ham and cabbage.&nbsp; This is excessive for the army this far West, even for the officers-- three of them-- waiting tableside.&nbsp; They await the leaders of the Westward Expedition.&nbsp; They are waiting for you-- the three of them, their bodies still weary, their ears still ringing with the sound of battle... you are here to explore what they fought for.&nbsp; <br><br>Your mission is to be the first to map this world.&nbsp; ... at least, that's what they know.&nbsp; You know there is more to it than that, for here there are monsters.&nbsp; But these monsters have yet to meet you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 10:16:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> x / x| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>"I want to keep it," Merle growled, his small, delicate claw clutching the necklace against the faerie dragon's black and red scales.&nbsp; "Its mine now." He puffed his chest, tilting up his jaw in a challenge more suitable to a beast too large to perch on a gnome's shoulder, as Merle often did.&nbsp; <br><br>Myra sighed, checking her gear yet again.&nbsp; She hadn't packed lightly - with the haversack, there wasn't any real need to - but she still worried something had been missed which they'd deeply regret later.&nbsp; "The jewelry isn't for us, Merle.&nbsp; I already told you, it's just to trade...sometimes a token helps to seem respectful or eases somebody's pride.&nbsp; You only want it because...."&nbsp; She gestured with a hand, not quite rolling her eyes, but not entirely avoiding doing so, either.&nbsp; Merle snorted with indignation, his claw moving to the small pendant in the shape of a feline's head.&nbsp; It was carved delicately in onyx, threaded on a cord with beads of shining copper and bright colored glass.&nbsp; A pretty bauble, but not an expensive one.&nbsp; His long, fine brows rose in challenge, daring her to say more about his particular inclination.&nbsp; She knew better, however, and simply sighed in resignation.&nbsp; "I don't even know what you're going to <em>do</em> with it."&nbsp; Human sized, it was too large for Myra unless she looped the cord around her neck twice.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c7/de/81/c7de81b9103f125cbba6b1e2e6941bd9.jpg)</div>The familiar, immediately mollified, made a "Hmm," sound which tried to carry a sense of mystery but only revealed that the tiny dragon didn't have a clue either.&nbsp; <br><br>Movement ahead interrupted her.&nbsp; It was time to move into the courtyard; she made her way on foot, cursing her short legs without any real venom, leading the charcoal colored riding mastiff behind her.&nbsp; Others may not like the pomp and ceremony, but Myra never tired of it; it wetted the appetite for adventure and mayhem like an appetizer, distracting her from thoughts of the past.&nbsp; She brushed imaginary dust from her garments, brightening the red a bit and adding a few bits of heraldric tabard with the speed of a thought.&nbsp; "Do you suppose they have any last instructions?" she mused aloud to her comrades.&nbsp; "Or is this just a funeral in case we don't get one later?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 15:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br>Ethan was weary, and dirty, and needed a bath, but that would have to wait. The battle for the fort had been brutal, but victory had come. He'd gone for days on adrenaline, what was another couple of hours? He bit into an apple as he entered the courtyard, dirt and blood still on his armor and weapons, and he took a look around. Hours before, this had been a place of carnage and death, noise and activity. Now it was a silent place of carnage and death, the souls of the departed weighing on his mind. War was hell. <br><br>Seeing the table and smelling something better than standard fare made him realize just how hungry he was. <br><br>Hearing Myra's comment about the funeral, Ethan chuckled.<br><br>No funeral for us, this is likely our victory and send off feast he said to her, approaching the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 20:59:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>After morning prayers, Sir Pallam Rem received a note by messenger from the camp surgeon that his presence had been requested in the hospital tent.&nbsp; There, the anointed knight attended to his patients and led them in prayers.&nbsp; Channeling the grace of Iomedae, he revived the nearly dead, set right the crippled, and made well the sick.&nbsp; After giving his blessings to the infirm, Sir Pallam toured the animal pens, where he jovially played with the goats and pigs.<br><br>It was as he was tenderly cradling a baby goat that another messenger informed him that he was expected at breakfast within the hour.<br><br>"Breakfast!" Sir Pallam cried.&nbsp; "That sounds quite pleasant.&nbsp; I shall be there."&nbsp; But Sir Pallam had doubts that this particular breakfast would be pleasant at all.&nbsp; He handed the goat to the messenger and soon found himself outside of the ramparts, near the funeral pyres, leading the soldiers prepping the site for later in prayer.&nbsp; His prayers were always practical and never sermon-y.&nbsp; Of primary concern, the reanimation of the dead.&nbsp; Every other concern was merely collateral.<br><br>"The dead are not our enemies or allies," he would often say.&nbsp; "The cold earth is their nation, and it has no foes.&nbsp; Thus, we must dispose of our kind and Moad alike.&nbsp; Do not leave any corpses unattended."<br><br>After supervising the creation of that night's pyres, the paladin thought that an hour had passed and re-entered the fort, made his way to the officer's luncheon, and found, by the presence of some and absence of others, that he was early.<br><br>"Well met, everyone," he said pleasantly.&nbsp; "I see that we are having cabbage and ham.&nbsp; Splendid."&nbsp; But he was not at all pleased to break his fast with cabbage.&nbsp; He carefully sat on a stool and started to help himself to some coffee, before gathering some sizzling ham and cabbage on a clay plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 10:02:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> x / x| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>Myra eyed the warrior askance, her gaze flickering over Ethan from toe to head.&nbsp; Merle sniffed, his head turning to his gnome for a moment as he shared a telepathic observation.&nbsp; Myra nodded, the corner of her mouth curling just a bit.&nbsp; "That sounds rather like a funeral, captain.&nbsp; The ham does look to die for...."&nbsp; Where on earth had they dredged that up from, she wondered...then decided it was probably best not to know.&nbsp; Somewhere in that story there was surely a few corpses and an oppressed slave.&nbsp; "Best we show it some respect and tuck in."&nbsp; <br><br>Speaking of which..."But first, you've um...got some Moad on you, a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;There, and ah, there...."&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled at it.&nbsp; The filth was a stark contrast to her own appearance.&nbsp; She was clean, groomed, well rested and smelled faintly of clover; her armor gleamed and her clothing seemed new and bright, not a single fray or stain.&nbsp; If one didn't look past her easy smile and cheerful voice into the bottomless grief of her eyes, she seemed positively perky.&nbsp; <br><br>Not that she had missed the battle, or many of those which had come before in this war and others.&nbsp; She'd slogged through mud and worse, dealt with the grime and piss and vomit, but the idea of not cleaning herself up the moment it was done horrified her.&nbsp; A spellslinger, flameworker, fire jock, she'd walked away covered in soot and ash that had once been her enemies.&nbsp; A few comrades as well, if she were being honest.&nbsp; <br><br>"Here, let me just-" she interrupted herself with a few arcane words and a short gesture, the useful cantrip causing the dreck to effervesce.&nbsp; She left him with the smell of freshly oiled leather. Myra didn't do anything with the hair and stubble; it felt too personal.&nbsp; "That's a bit more...sanitary."&nbsp; How could she tactfully mention the hair?<br><br>Merle rolled his eyes.&nbsp; "I could just burn it off," he muttered, and Myra had to stifle a laugh.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 16:45:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br>The battle had not ended for the good captain when the fighting was over, in fact he'd not rested, he'd been too busy inspecting the area, speaking with surviving troops, ensuring they were fed, and dealing with the details, and had realized as the sun had risen that he'd not slept overnight. He'd not had time for that bath or cleaning up. Such was the life of a commanding officer. He'd never had respect for officers that retreated to their tents or quarters and left subordinates to deal with the details. He was a hands-on, take charge sort of officer, and if his men needed to eat and sleep, or medical attention or burial details, he would see to it before his own needs. Such was the way of today. In fact, he didn't remember eating dinner, so likely breakfast was dinner for him.<br><br>Such was the situation when Myra decided he needed some cleaning up. <br><br>She would know the hair and beard were an unruly mess at all times. It was just the way his body was. Short of cutting it (which he would not) it simply had a mind of it's own. In battle it gave him a berserker's appearance, which tended to help.<br><br>Uh, sure, I mean, you're going to anyway, so you might as well he said, chuckling. She'd do what she wanted to do. After she 'cleaned' him up he bowed politely to her. Thank you my lady and he turned to greet Sir Pallam. Good Morn to you good sir he added.<br><br>He decided to sit down and help himself to a generous portion realizing he'd not eaten for some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 19:24:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x4C0s3J.jpg)</div>Tessa Fairwind (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JSA8WLaAXFvxVApZO5sgUk6MvcoS_m3nnVGoAkMb1Tc/edit?usp=sharing), Halfling Sorceress<br>HP: 58/58, AC: 20 (Flat: 17, Touch: 16), CMD: 16<br>Fort: +6, Reflex: +7, Will: +5<br><hr><strong>"Ahh, but I smell corn cakes. Delightful!"</strong><br><br>A voice like twinkling bells that caught the ear no matter how quietly she spoke heralded the arrival of the diminutive sorceress, Tessa Fairwind (Not to be confused with the pirate of the same name!). As always the odd woman was decked in fine gypsy silks made for dancing, numerous gold bangles and beads adorning her limbs and hair. A vibrant purple sash did little to tame her wild chocolate-colored hair, but it really wasn't supposed to. She bobbed her head to the assembled officers and adventurers, nimbly making her way up to the table.<br><br><strong>"I suppose this means it's about time for us to . . . what is the saying? Get down to brass tacks?"</strong><br><br>She smiled cheerily as she waggled her fingers to help herself fill a small plate with items she couldn't exactly reach without straining herself. It was always weird to hear her speaking in her musical gypsy language, but KNOW the truth of her words. Still that was one of the primary reasons she was being brought along. Communication is key after all! She made a point of greeting those who she'd already met by name, always careful to be polite and cheerful to ensure that they were treated well in the aftermath of all of the death and destruction. She found that she liked being a 'breath of fresh air', and only regretted not being given the chance to help prepare the lovely breakfast they were sharing. Alas, perhaps once they were out and about exploring.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 19:47:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>The paladin observed as the gnome sorceress refreshed the captain with a spell, and once Stoutly sat, he remarked:&nbsp; "Why, you look as fresh as a posie, my good captain!&nbsp; It is remarkable what can be done with sorcery.&nbsp; A bath without water, as it were.&nbsp; And in the middle of winter, too."&nbsp; He grinned at the gnome, whose name he had never known, as it would have been impolitic to ask her to say that confusing train of syllables once more after asking so many times before.&nbsp; <br><br>When Tessa arrived, Sir Pallam half-stood from his chair in greeting.<br><br>"Aye, my lady," he replied. "A hearty meal will make whatever is planned for us much easier to swallow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 04:57:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br>I do my lord, I do, and I feel refreshed, and while I appreciate the sentiment and gesture, likely to prevent the good lady's nostrils from revolting, there is something about the traditional way of cleaning, the sitting in a hot tub and lounging, that is more appealing, however, it cannot be said now that I will offend my breakfast companions with my odor the good natured warrior said, grinning from ear to ear.<br><br>I believe you are correct he said to Tessa. The reason for the non-standard fare is likely to be that we are on our way right after eating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 05:09:22</strong>
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				Strutting, as best can be managed with her condition, is Corporal Gojar, a native of the Capitol but no stranger to the field-- the new commanding officer of the garrison, on her approach to the dinner table.&nbsp; Out of respect, the other officers present straighten their postures and affix their eyes to the horizon, assuming attention without the call of command.&nbsp; Gojar is propped aloft by her arms' strength despite the withering of some vile spell's curse on her lower extremities-- a condition that, according to the camp rumors, is to be cured... but slowly.&nbsp; Her legs hang in her uniform wool like dried vines, invisible but for the subtle rustling of dessicated flesh and bone beneath as she carries herself on twin crutches under her arms.&nbsp; She would not miss this moment for history's sake.<br><br>"I see the wild bitch has yet to grace us with her presence," she says with a callous spit-- her face would be pretty if not hardened by war and scowling, her thirty-odd years worn into her skin like a map of this land.&nbsp; "Fuck her.&nbsp; Let's eat, fellows.&nbsp; We've earned it."<br><br>There's a clatter of steel as the head cook rings a suspended pan three times, signaling the serving of the meal, and soldiers' plates are filled one by one in military precision.&nbsp; The coverlets are lifted from the fare table-center, and all are invited to sit and dine.<br><br>"Dig in, kids," says Gojar, taking the first slab of ham from the top as ceremony without regard to its size or weight.&nbsp; She makes no move to eat, but glowers if anyone tries to wait for her.<br><br>"So I understand you're mapping the frontier.&nbsp; Sealed scrolls and all... that's my order.&nbsp; Supply you with our dozen best scouts, loaded for indefinite-- that was the word, "Indefinite"-- provision.&nbsp; You are a brave lot, I must say."<br><br>She smirks as she lifts her cup first, taking a long swallow of water as if she had almost died in the desert the night before.&nbsp; A private refills her mug and she drains it again before he can leave, letting him refill it while she focuses on the coffee.&nbsp; "Can't get enough water.&nbsp; Think it's the healing salves or somesuch.&nbsp; So... I'm sending you with the best scouts and foragers we've got.&nbsp; That'll tax our resources a bit, but the supply lines will connect.&nbsp; You're doing the Empire's own work out there, drawing a picture of the destiny so many have suffered for, and died for."&nbsp; She looks hard at each of them.<br><br>"I know you, but just for formality's sake... pretend I do not.&nbsp; Tell me your names, fellows, and let's drink to the talents you're giving the crown on this mission."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 05:35:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>Sir Pallam liked the captain.&nbsp; He was trustworthy on the battlefield, and he was easy to get along with outside of it.&nbsp; Forged in steel, the heart of a soldier could be so easily hardened.&nbsp; And it was easy for a hard heart to be cruel and unkind.<br><br>"...&nbsp; it cannot be said now that I will offend my breakfast companions with my odor," he had said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Indeed!" the captain bellowed, laughing.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It wouldn't have mattered regardless.&nbsp; This place smells like death, and I am unsure whether the stench could be cleansed by magic.&nbsp; No offense, my lady," he said, lifting his tin cup in salute to Myra.<br><br>When Corporal Gojar arrived, the paladin once again half-stood in greeting in the same manner he had done for Tessa.&nbsp; He took the opportunity to get a good vantage of her accursed legs, and thoughtfully chewed on his ham as he stared at them for perhaps too long a moment.&nbsp; Then, he sat down, and sipped on his coffee wistfully, searching his knowledge and experience for an explanation of her condition. <br><br>Deep in his thoughts, he half-listened to the corporal as she generously described the company's task.&nbsp; Then, when she asked them to introduce themselves, the paladin placed his tin cup before him, and said:<br><br>&nbsp;"My lady, I am once again happy to make your acquaintance, and all of yours, of course," he said.&nbsp; "My name is Pallam Rem, and I am a knight for Iomedae, the lady of honor and valor.&nbsp; My church sent me here to shine her light upon the unknown, and as such, I find myself at your service."&nbsp; Since he didn't expect any questions, he resumed his coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 11:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>Myra's brows rose slightly at the harsh language - wild bitch? - but her smile never faltered as she greeting the officers with a careful mixture of due respect for their rank and a subtly casual familiarity that precluded absolute authority.&nbsp; She was, after all, a private contractor; her days as a military regular were long behind her, and thankfully so.&nbsp; <br><br>She set upon the ham with appreciative zeal.&nbsp; Magic sustained her, for the most part - she toyed idly with the ring on her left hand, a crude bit of hammered metal in the shape a fish, its nose touching tail - but it was a subsistence devoid of pleasure.&nbsp; She'd taken some pains to provide drink enough to ease her spirit, but food was more difficult, and this was either unusually good or she was more overdue for real rations than she cared to admit.&nbsp; <br><br>Pallam's comment earned a nod, and Myra frowned as she looked around the fort.&nbsp; The bodies had been removed from this area, but smears and dried puddles still showed where they'd been.&nbsp; "Aye.&nbsp; Fortunately we'll be away from here before the rot really sets in.&nbsp; And I get to avoid crematory duty."&nbsp; Good old fashioned pits for the bodies this time.&nbsp; Yech.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes lit up a bit at the invitation to introductions.&nbsp; It was a rare human to appreciate a gnomish introduction, and she gave a nod of thanks for the chance.&nbsp; Still, she'd best keep it short for the others - experience had long ago taught her how little they appreciated a good matrilineal litany.&nbsp; "Well met, comrades old and new; I'm Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark of Clan Kettlespark, Lieutenant-Collector of the Grand Library of Versiffeneraxnergrumblemark, Flame of Knowledge and Keeper of the Word, currently Arcantrix-Commander of the Imperial Irregulars.&nbsp; Call me Myra."&nbsp; She smiled and took a breath before continuing.&nbsp; <br><br>"My companion is Merle Fliffitygivvit, Sergeant of the Archives, Hand of the Flame, Chronicler-Adept and Finder of the Lost Manuscripts of Parnifex-"<br><br>The small dragon seemed unimpressed, rolling his eyes at the lengthy introduction.&nbsp; "They were behind the cookbooks."&nbsp; <br><br>"-Finder of the Lost Manuscripts of Parnifax in the odd nook behind the cookbooks where nobody looked for five hundred years because they were afraid of spiders."&nbsp; Merle grunted.&nbsp; "Honestly, it was quite clever, Merle, and I really do think it deserves a byname!&nbsp; But anyhow, you can call him Merle.&nbsp; We aren't much for formality.&nbsp; As for talents, we have a host of magical skills-"<br><br>Another tiny draconic grunt.&nbsp; "You just burn things."<br><br>"-a scintillating toolbox of arcane potential that solves many problems, sometimes with fire.&nbsp; I do NOT just burn things, you foul dragon!&nbsp; Don't make them think I'm one of those silly gnomes who thinks everything is a nail just because I have a hammer.&nbsp; I just happen to have a very nice hammer and most really bad problems go away after they've been incinerated."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 00:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br>He nodded when the corporal asked that they all introduce, or in some cases, reintroduce themselves. Given the carnage and the fight, it was only proper, who knows who was left standing after such a battle. Some that you had known, were now gone, others you had thought were gone reappeared. It was the nature of such a chaotic state of warfare. He agreed with the Paladin and Gnome however, the stench was going to get a lot worse in the coming days. The pall of death was ever present.<br><br>Ethan Stoutly. Former Captain of the Starwatch Guard in Absalom, retired to undertake this venture he said. He felt he could leave out the fact that he was asked to retire due to the politics of the Starwatch Leadership. Multiple aristocratic officers who had received their commissions due to their birth were constantly incensed at Ethan's ability to get results, and have loyalty among his men simply because he knew how to lead. Furthermore, many of their men complained that Captain Stoutly's methods should be applied in their own divisions, as they got results. That left an enmity with his noble comrades, and they had enough, and had asked for him to stripped of his commission, but the High Councilors knew better than that, and offered him this opportunity. Smarter than many of the Starwatch's Mages, he understood completely, and here he was.<br><br>In addition to being a captain in the Starwatch, I was head of their linquistics division, which surprises many, but I speak over a dozen languages, which is paramount in a city like Absalom, which is the trade capital of the world. Anyway my pleasure, pleased to meet you all and I look forward to our endeavors together he added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 04:24:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x4C0s3J.jpg)</div>Tessa Fairwind (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JSA8WLaAXFvxVApZO5sgUk6MvcoS_m3nnVGoAkMb1Tc/edit?usp=sharing), Halfling Sorceress<br>HP: 58/58, AC: 20 (Flat: 17, Touch: 16), CMD: 16<br>Fort: +6, Reflex: +7, Will: +5<br><hr>Tesa simply quietly and happily sat, enjoying the breakfast fare with the assembled group. She turned from side to side to pay careful attention to everyone that spoke, never interrupting and always looking attentive. It would be rude to ignore people in their interruptions after all! Sir Rem seemed like a nice enough warrior, and devoted to such a nice goddess! Myra-of-the-very-wordy-names and her dragon were equally interesting! Captain Stoutly had some very pretty hair! Fine folk one and all she'd say.<br><br><strong>"I suppose I'm somewhat more well-known amongst the common folk these days, but I am Tessa Fairwind."</strong> She paused, shrugging sheepishly. <strong>"It's a complete coincidence that I share the name of one of the most well-known pirate ladies, I assure you. As for what I can do, I am a simple adventurer, an adequately successful sorceress."</strong><br><br>She smiles brightly, straightening up in her seat and giving her fellow short lady a bobble of her head. <strong>"While I'm utterly rubbish at using any fire magic beyond lighting tinder,"</strong> A snap of her fingers to reveal the most basic of fire-starting cantrips, <strong>"I am far more proficient in enchantments. That's not why I'm here though. My services were requested because of my voice."</strong><br><br>A few bars were hummed, the tones somewhere between ghostly and angelic. <strong>"My enchantments have proven to sooth wild beasts and just about anything that can understand my words. In an amazing coincidence, I can speak with and be understood by pretty much anyone that has the gift of speech. I've actually being speaking in the Halfling tongue this entire time, while you've all been understanding me primarily in your own native languages unless you've been paying very close attention! Isn't that neat?"</strong><br><br>The pretty halfling beamed brightly at the group, before taking a big bite of breakfast. A few chews and a swallow, before she raised a finger. <strong>"Umm, so yes! Should you desire nonlethal means to deal with any angry natives or big animals, and for a peaceful first contact with anyone to be made, please allow me to take the lead!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 05:30:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>The paladin listened to the gnomess attentively.&nbsp; When he thought that she was going to say her name, he leaned forward, squinted his eyes, and strained to catch it.&nbsp; But she said it so quickly, and so matter-of-factly, that he was unable to decipher such a quantity of syllables.&nbsp; He leaned back in his chair, a bit disappointed, but happy altogether that his surname was just Rem.&nbsp; Though her reputation preceded her, he was a bit uncertain about being in the company of someone who could make so much about nothing.<br><br>Next, obviously, came the Captain's introduction, which seemed to be as descriptive as his own.&nbsp; This pleased Pallam.&nbsp; Myra's introduction, and that of her small dragon, had been so long that he had become uncertain as to whether his own introduction had been adequate at all.&nbsp; Like an upstaged singer, he began to fret.&nbsp; So, perhaps Pallam wasn't so much pleased by the Captain's short, yet affable introduction, but rather relieved that they shared yet another trait.&nbsp; Altogether, the paladin was also rather surprised to learn that members of the city watch got to retire.&nbsp; He didn't know a paladin of Iomedae who ever retired.&nbsp; Ex-communication seemed like the closest thing to retirement.&nbsp; But even then, like the Captain, an ex-communicated paladin found work somewhere.<br><br>As to the halfling, the paladin had to say that he had not ever heard of the well-known pirate who shared her name.&nbsp; He hadn't ever dealt with pirates before, and so had no need to learn about them.&nbsp; The paladin also did not know when Tessa's introduction ended.&nbsp; It stopped only to start again several times, and when it finally reached its conclusion, the paladin waited to see if she had something more to add for a few moments before finally taking a long sip of his coffee.&nbsp; He didn't mind.&nbsp; Tessa was pretty, bubbly, and warm, and the paladin couldn't help but smile at her.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, he finally said, &nbsp;"By the gods, what a strange assortment of characters."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 01:49:00</strong>
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				Corporal Gojar gives a chortle at that, still sticking to the coffee and passing over any foot.&nbsp; A fretting corpsman has made her way closer to the table-- her uniform absent of armor or adornment except for the sweat-stains under her arms and heavy breasts and the red symbol of Sarenrae roughly painted on her over-neck shawl.&nbsp; "Corporal, please do try to eat something.&nbsp; It will expedite the regeneration process, and reduce the chance of permanent--"<br><br>"Corpsman--" answers Gojar, a dry smile on her mouth, "I'll heal if I'm meant to heal.&nbsp; That's all there is.&nbsp; I agree with the gods' own favored killer, here.&nbsp; This is a fucked-up, ragtag bunch if I've ever seen one."&nbsp; She lifts her cup in salute.&nbsp; "And while half of you outrank me, this is the best salute you'll get out of me until I can use my fucking legs again."&nbsp; <br><br>She opens a small flask-- some healing concoction perhaps?-- No from the stench, it's rye.&nbsp; She tips her coffee cup half-full and takes a long, solid pull, then sets the cup down and snaps at one of her subordinates, who places a satchel upon the table.&nbsp; "Your orders, writs of passage-- though those savages out there won't be able to read them.&nbsp; Some scrollcases sealed beyond my clearance.&nbsp; Have at them, lads and lasses.&nbsp; They're yours.&nbsp; You'll have a dozen rangers, like I said.&nbsp; And you'll have... wait, where's the fucking... tree-humper?"&nbsp; She looks around, scowling.&nbsp; "That psycho killer from the crown, sure, I can understand HER not being here, but where's the vine-crotched one who talks to the winds and farts butterflies?&nbsp; Oh, hells.&nbsp; Maybe she'll show.&nbsp; Anyway... there's a nature-communer that is supposed to be a real ace at this sort of thing."<br><br>It's clear there's more to be said, but the words seem to stick in her craw.&nbsp; "And then you get Vexen."&nbsp; She shakes her head slowly, glances sidelong, blinks slowly.&nbsp; "You know of her, I'm sure.&nbsp; That one.&nbsp; The... Vikalan Elf agent of the crown.&nbsp; She should... offer some insight into the local... tribes, and geography."&nbsp; Lifting her cup, her hand seems to shake a bit as she sips from her cup before she sets it down, resettles herself, and curses under her breath.<br><br>"I hate this.&nbsp; Look... she's one of the ones that we had to <i>fight</i> for so long.&nbsp; There were so few of them, but they fought like... like nothing else.&nbsp; I've ever seen. They never surrendered.&nbsp; Never a one that was old enough to hold a bow, or a blade.&nbsp; Not one.&nbsp; Except <i>her</i>... they say she came to <i>us</i>.&nbsp; What kind of... deviant... watches their children... but what other kind of deviant <i>BETRAYS</i> that--?!"<br><br>Settling herself again, Gojar swallows as her cup is refilled, this time with <i>just</i> coffee, and the corpsman puts a corncake before her to tantalize her palate.&nbsp; "Fine," she sighs, taking a pinch.&nbsp; "Enjoy your breakfast at your leisure.&nbsp; You're dismissed whenever you like... we've had enough formality and war."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 08:19:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jaela had been spending her evening just beyond the fortification's walls. Any further was too far, she knew; but just beyond the hills, just below the horizon, an entirely new land waited. Called. <em>Beckoned.</em> She sat cross-legged on the earth, hands buried in the loamy soil, feeling the roots and worms, the stones and old bones of the earth as the evening drained away and the dawn bled into the sky. Only when the sun's heat warmed through her hair to the back of her neck did she finally unroot herself, brushing soil from her fingers as she repaired to the fort. Spells burned in her mind like hot stones, knowledge drawn fresh from the sap and soil.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"You're losing your talent for vulgarities, Corporal,"</strong> she smiled as she entered the gathering. <strong>"<em>Vine-crotched</em>, what does that even <em>mean</em>?"</strong> She scooped up a bit of the hard, stale bread that was left, taking a bite of the stuff like she barely noticed its quality. While spitting as few crumbs as possible, she gestured and spoke. <strong>"And I don't talk to the winds; I <em>listen</em>. It never listens back. Nearly never</strong>." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her bright, oddly-slanted elven eyes took each member of the entourage in turn, chewing the dry bread thoughtfully, before extending her forefinger and pressing it and her thumb against her forehead in greeting. <strong>"Jaela Sands. I'm here to try to keep you from killing yourselves, and to patch you up when you try anyway. <em>In theory</em>, I can also keep the local wildlife from hurrying us to our graves, but since I haven't met any of it yet, that's a bit of a gamble."</strong> She poured some water into an earthenware cup, lifting it in smiling salute. <strong>"Cheers! Here's to living long enough to taste wine again."</strong> She talked of death like it was just a <em>thing</em> that <em>happened</em>. Which was surely a heartening trait for the person who's supposed to keep you alive. But never worry, because... <strong>"Hell, gods allowing I can even bring you back. Sort of."</strong> Another cheery smile.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Cinnamon will be joining us once we get outside the walls. The soldiers don't like her inside, and neither do the horses,"</strong> she explained. <strong>"Don't be alarmed when you see her, if she lets you."</strong> Jaela drained the contnets of her mug, setting it down lip-down on the table. Who, or what a "Cinnamon" was she doesn't volunteer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 09:02:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pallam, Jaela<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>Merle gave a small shrug, turning to Pallam and pausing with a half eaten corn cake.&nbsp; "Meh.&nbsp; Once we travelled with a druid who dyed himself purple, drew pictures of dicks on literally everything, and kept his feces in jars as protection against curses.&nbsp; That guy was strange.&nbsp; This is just eclectic."&nbsp; <br><br>Myra's smile faltered a moment as she considered the corporal's question, rhetorical as it had been.&nbsp; The Jjorvik Heights, a dozen children massacred so the greenskins wouldn't take them as slaves - or worse - when the outpost fell.&nbsp; And the two kids, children of the same school mistress who'd killed the rest, who been spared.&nbsp; She still wasn't sure which had been more merciful.&nbsp; "I can think of things," she breathed, barely loud enough to hear.&nbsp; Then she shrugged, her smile returning.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at Jaela, considering the comment as well.&nbsp; "I think maybe...like the statues?" &nbsp;Myra posed slightly, her hands covering her chest and navel like a fig leaf.&nbsp; "Are you a nudist?" &nbsp;Please be a nudist, Myra thought, looking the girl over.&nbsp; "What's Cinnamon?&nbsp; A dragon?&nbsp; We could use a dragon." &nbsp;<br><br>Merle looked up, puffing his chest with indignation. &nbsp;"Hey now!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-02-2018, 05:51:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>When Corporal Gojar called him "the gods' own favored killer," the affable paladin did not then comprehend that she was referring to him.&nbsp; But it's not like he would have been offended.&nbsp; Sir Pallam was like a large happy puppy, easily satisfied and quick to forgive.<br><br>When the druid arrived, Sir Pallam half-rose, still gnawing on a slice of ham, and he proffered her a friendly smile before resuming his seat.&nbsp; He was chewing his ham mindfully when Merle told him about the purple dick-drawing druid who kept his shit in jars.&nbsp; The paladin frowned at Myra's creature, took a deep breath, and quit his ham on account of losing his appetite.<br><br>&nbsp;"What an offensive and strange bird!" the paladin exclaimed with a rumbling chuckle.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Corporal Gojar, did you hoodwink this poor gnome into purchasing your ill-trained parrot?&nbsp; Or did this creature learn such filth on its own?&nbsp; Ha ha ha."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 22:50:33</strong>
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				Rolling her eyes at Jaela's appearance, Gojar nods and sips her coffee in mild embarrassment, but refuses to show any sort of humility.&nbsp; She instead mutters something about "bloody elves" and "decency" et cetera before sipping more coffee.&nbsp; Clearly the Corporal's experience with elves has tainted her opinions, though the mention of "Cinnamon" does cause her to pause, mid-sip, and stare over the rim of her cup, flitting her gaze over at the walls distrustfully.<br><br>The comments from Myra and Merle actually give her an out from this discomfortable pause, although that 'out' is an awkward snerk of coffee as it comes out her nostrils in a chortle.&nbsp; The corpsman falls up-- "easy, Corporal, you allri--" but she's silenced by swatting hands and a rough push from the officer as she smothers any further reaction.&nbsp; Pallam's jest gives her an option to&nbsp; raise her coffee cup once more.&nbsp; "Hear, hear," she mutters, lifting the cup and truly wishing it were topped off with pure rye.&nbsp; "Oh, you're all bonkers.&nbsp; Would I could move these legs and join you.&nbsp; But I've had enough of all that... wild out there."&nbsp; She laughs once more, ending in a wistful sigh.&nbsp; "No, I don't know what's in your bloody scrolls here," she waves at the pile on the table, "and I don't care to find out.&nbsp; I know this, though. (https://youtu.be/1uQuwYLxF5Q)"&nbsp; She levels her fingers over the table, as if she's giving casual, perhaps drunken advice to an old friend.&nbsp; The moment lingers on, her gaze steadying, fixing to each of them in turn.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm an enfeebled old fool now.&nbsp; I may never walk again.&nbsp; But this place-- it holds secrets.&nbsp; Its darkness runs deep."&nbsp; She shakes her head, fixes her gaze to Jaela.&nbsp; "Your ancestors are not those who came here, elven or not.&nbsp; They're... different.&nbsp; The trees?&nbsp; The land?&nbsp; The soil's rife with it.&nbsp; It seeps up from the ground."&nbsp; Turning to Myrna with a sharp stare, her once-young eyes are hawkish, fierce.&nbsp; "You sense it, don't you?&nbsp; They say that yours have a sense, a connection, with the magics within the earth--"&nbsp; to Ethan, she grits her teeth, "and you, Captain, you know how the war was here.&nbsp; None of us were home.&nbsp; Not them, not us-- none of us could ever really call this land 'ours', could we?&nbsp; Will we ever?"&nbsp; To Tessa-- "the powers you <i>think</i> you harness, can you really trust them out there?&nbsp; Among those bleak forests where the mists never die?"&nbsp; And finally resting her eyes on Pallam-- "And you... do you feel it already?&nbsp; That emptiness... that ever-growing distance in between you and your god?"<br><br>A flock of birds flutters over the fortress, great wings gliding, their beaks as one pointed southward.&nbsp; A few arrows fly up, a leaner, faster flock, and pass through them.&nbsp; Three tumble from the sky in rippling bursts like broken paper-dolls.&nbsp; <br><br>The Corpsman is hoisting the Corporal to her feet, without even trying to offer an apology for her superior.&nbsp; "Looks like meat tonight," the corporal trails off, leaving the scrolls behind as another soldier helps prop the crutches under her arms, and they direct her away back towards the medical cabin.<br><br>*<br><br>A few yards away, the rangers have already been summoned.&nbsp; They stand at ease, some smoking long clay pipes and chatting with their friends from other units.&nbsp; Some enjoying a last bit of stove-prepared food, some re-checking their packs and rain gear.&nbsp; They are uniform in some ways... their oiled overcloaks, their muddy boots clearly the best the unit could spare, their packs expertly sewn and reinforced, their quivers capped with identical covers, their emblems-- green and gray interpretations of an owl in flight-- on their leather armor beneath.&nbsp; Some's bows are not so perfectly identical, but each is tuned to the ranger who carries it.&nbsp; Varying woods, markings, grip-wraps, lengths, angles of recurve-- the rangers' bows are as finely tuned as the ranger itself.&nbsp; All are expected to be effective as barraging at 400 yards, suppressing at 300 yards, and sniping at 100 yards.&nbsp; For close-quarters, they carry a variety of short and longswords, with standard issue blades being rare among these elite troops.<br><br>Most varied among them are their faces.&nbsp; Here, an elven woman, perhaps just out of youth, with a hairless, tattooed head sits back-to-back with a human man of stout build, the braids in his pale locks and beard dyed red and blue with native berries.&nbsp; There, a young lad with barely any beard sharpens his knife meticulously as he recounts the tale of "The Barmaster's Daughter" to an old man and a dwarven woman.&nbsp; A red-haired beauty of a ranger writes as quickly as she can with a quill and pen while her friend, a tougher-looking, but also lovely young woman dictates a letter to her in common parlance and thieves' cant.&nbsp; A dwarven man arm-wrestles with two of his fellow rangers, both human men, simultaneously until their fists touch in the middle while a third, a tall, angular-faced half-orc makes hideous faces over their shoulders to try to distract him.&nbsp; <br><br>More tools of their trade are about.&nbsp; Several birds, a couple dogs, a fox, a snake... It's as motley a group as one would expect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 18:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br>Well met he said to Jaela, and didn't even blink at some of her statements. He'd heard it all as an officer in the Starwatch. The things that people said, sometimes meaning it, other times trying to provoke a reaction. He was curious about Cinnamon though, and wondered if it was an animal that got hungry and might eat anything near it. That would explain the warning, but he was fairly certain that wasn't it.<br><br>He took one of the scrolls that was on the table and looked at after the Corporal mentioned she didn't know what was on them. It was time to find out what was indeed on them, as she spoke of being done with the wilderness. He couldn't help but notice her emphatic mentioning of the darkness that was present in the land, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was speaking like it was alive. That sounded like more than simply a mere issue, that sounded like the very land was their foe. He tucked that away for future reference. Maybe the druid could explain more about that later.<br><br>For now, he raised his cup to the Corporal.<br><br>Well then I guess we best get started he said, eyeing the assembled group of rangers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 08:28:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Opening scrolls at breakfast<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>"Okay," Myra sighed, watching as the corporal was hauled away like a lunatic with her minders, "she was a bit strange." &nbsp;<br><br>Merle shrugged, reaching for a scroll and studying the exterior, taking careful note of the seals and any identifying marks, the automatic reactions of an archivist.&nbsp; "She's right, though.&nbsp; And no dicks."<br><br>The gnome snatched a different scroll and opened it without a thought, looking over the contents.&nbsp; "Probably wouldn't want the reminder, if everything below the belt is like that.&nbsp; Usually motivational speeches are less foreboding.&nbsp; Dick-druid was always upbeat."<br><br>"Does raise questions about the meat comment.&nbsp; And, well," Merle finally finished his inspection and began to open the document, a sharp talon carefully cutting around the seal to avoid damaging it, "up until he cut his own throat."&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, sure," she sighed, "up until then." &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 09:36:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Am I a...?"</strong> She trailed off at Myra's question, but she caught the gnome's hopeful look, and chuckled. Her deep brown eyes returned the exploratory look. <strong>"I'm sure you'll find out what's under here. Close quarters and all," she gave a tug on the coyote-fur collar of her garment. "Cinnamon is my... friend. You'll see, she hates being talked about when she's not here."</strong> The good humor melts away with the corporal's dire words. Jaela's nostrils flare a bit as she takes a deep breath, considering. The gods of root and stone dwell in all lands... but was it possible there were some lands they didn't want tread upon?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I think she was telling us to not get cocky,"</strong> she said to Myra, as if it weren't obvious. Maybe it wasn't, to the druid. She looked across at the rangers that would be coming with them, baring her teeth briefly. <em><strong>"That's a lot of bodies to try to keep whole,"</strong></em> she mumbled to herself. Jaela looked then to Ethan. He's the one with rank here, he'd figure the personnel out. For her part, Jaela strode towards the gate she had so recently come in through. Cupping her hands aroudn her mouth, she made a noise, a high-pitched warbling not unlike the cry of a rabbit. she did this three times, followed by a single low whistle... then walked back to thegroup.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"<em>We're</em> ready to move,"</strong> she noted, resting a hand on the silver-hilted scimitar she wore on her left hip. She cast a quick glance around for the wagons, or mules, or god knows what would be carrying this band through the apparently horrible wilderness. More bodies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-02-2018, 03:57:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>The paladin wasn't the keenest conversationalist, but he understood that Corporal Gojar's question was rhetorical, and so he didn't reply.&nbsp; But if he had, he would have said, "I am insignificant in comparison to my ladyship, who is everything.&nbsp; The disparity between the parties is too great.&nbsp; To her, my remoteness expands and decreases in fractions of almost incalculable segments of time.&nbsp; Incalculable because they are so small.&nbsp; To me, my remoteness to her means nothing.&nbsp; I do not comprehend her, and I do not trust that anyone that says that they can.&nbsp; I only have her teachings, which I hope to follow even in darkness.&nbsp; In her name, I am brave.&nbsp; By her word, I shall do good.&nbsp; By her blessing, I will live another day."<br><br>After the Corporal left, the paladin got up and retrieved a scroll.&nbsp; He broke the wax seal and read its contents, and then tucked the scroll into a cloak pocket.&nbsp; <strong>Scroll added to character sheet!</strong><br><br>Joining his party by the wagons, the paladin... got somewhat sidetracked by the dogs.&nbsp; The tall bulwark of a man loved dogs, and the sight of them made him want to play with them.&nbsp; But rangers often got uppity about people playing with their dogs, so he abstained.&nbsp; Standing next to Ethan, he said, &nbsp;"someone should make a speech."&nbsp; He then added with a tiny smile: &nbsp;"And it shouldn't be me.&nbsp; I can't give secular speeches."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 06:23:01</strong>
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				The scrolls are identical, and read, within basic structure, as follows:<br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">You, brave servant of the True Kingdom, are charged with a mission that shall echo through history and seed the land for countless generations.<br><br>The West must be conquered.&nbsp; So many leagues unknown must be mapped, to the best of your ability, to the Western Ocean, which shall be named according to your expedition's success.<br><br>You will encounter rivers, mountain rangers, plains, and deserts.&nbsp; So shall you name them.<br><br>We rely on your expedious report of the wild.<br><br>But know also that you will encounter enemies countless.&nbsp; This is not to deter you from your purpose, for this land must be tamed in the name of the Empire.<br><br>You must destroy many dangers before they can gather strength, thus posing a measurable threat to ouir settlesrs heading West.<br><br>All that we know of these dangers is contained within.<br><br>You will find a cultess priestess of Aboleth, her home in the southwest quadrant of the continent, near great stones that serve as her markers.&nbsp; The temple is aboveground in a pyramid of elaborate carvings among many tombs of her forebears.&nbsp; &nbsp;She possesses strength over the undead.&nbsp; You will recognize the black sands of her desert among the white sands of the surrounding plans.&nbsp; Find and eliminate her cults.<br><br>You will find a great, shapeless beast in the samps of the deep south.&nbsp; It has the ability to change shape and will approach you as friend.&nbsp; It can control the beasts of the eartrh.&nbsp; It is in the red swamplands, where the cypress and black oaks bleed red all the year.<br><br>You will find a tribe of titans among the mountains of the western third of the continent.&nbsp; You must find a peak that spews fire and, among that peak, a white temple. Pulverize it to ash.<br><br>You will find a sensory=addicted cult on the western shores, north of where the white beaches turn blue with glass.&nbsp; Their ruins and cities are elaborate.&nbsp; Crush their leader and send them to disarray. <br><br>Then return for your life shall be one of celebration.&nbsp; Send couriers with interesting observations from time to time.&nbsp; We will resupply you as possible.<br><br>You are the inheritant masters of this world&nbsp; Seize it and become its gods.<br><br></span><br><br>The rough map that follows has been hand-cut from a wood-block etching of the rough continent.&nbsp; Much is shrouded in fog, but here are a few key features... mountains in the west, a river practically bisecting the continent, gargantuan lakes in the midst, an island marked only as "merfolk" in the midst.&nbsp; It looks to be months across.&nbsp; This&nbsp; mission will take their glory years and, if successful, write their place in history.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 08:34:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Opening scrolls at breakfast<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>"Well that's not helpful at all," Myra responded cheerfully.&nbsp; "What if I'm now unsurprised by something that should be surprising?&nbsp; Oh ho hum, there's a giant three headed scorpion that vomits existential dread and I say 'Hi Cinnamon' just before I get, um, dreaded? ...and find out Cinnamon was a grouchy cocker spaniel with a lazy eye.&nbsp; But we'll play it your way.&nbsp; I'm just saying, drowning in the awareness of your insignificant role in a smotheringly vast and uncaring reality is on you."<br><br>Merle sighed. &nbsp;"I'm naming this one Lake Purpleprick.&nbsp; In memoriam."&nbsp; <br><br>Myra rolled her eyes and read over the scroll twice without bothering to acknowledge her familiar.&nbsp; "Merle is a nudist too.&nbsp; Except when he sleeps."&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not a nudist.&nbsp; Dragons don't bother with clothes."&nbsp; It had the tone of an old argument.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're a sentient being who prefers to be naked in public.&nbsp; That's a nudist.&nbsp; Don't you think?"&nbsp; She looks to Jaela and the others for confirmation.&nbsp; "As for a speech, I have a few prepared.&nbsp; One's very martial and patriotic.&nbsp; Very impressive, with allusions to the royal destiny and an interwoven metaphor for expansionism as the improvement of the middle class.&nbsp; Lots of quotes.&nbsp; Very boring.&nbsp; Another is sort of an egalitarian communal fraternity forging a new future together thing.&nbsp; I worked in some clever alliteration.&nbsp; Or the short one about forest orgies and making booze with magic, but I'd like to save that in case morale drops." &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 11:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pondering doom over toast<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jaela gave a soft sigh.<strong> "She's my cat. And she's more of the casual spite type than the existential dread type."</strong> She muttered something about ruining all her fun... but there's a soft smirk to her lips. She too picked up a scroll to read, her already large eyes getting wider. <strong>"Does 'gods take pity on us' sound like a good speech? 'Cause it's about all I've got. Just think, these are just the things we <em>know</em> about"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Those gods can get her out of this, if need be... but the rest of these people are probably fucked. She's pretty certain <em>that</em> wouldn't do for a speech, and probably wouldn't instill her companions with confidence.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Yeah, keep that third option in mind..."</strong> she sort of mumbles to Myra. <strong>"I'll add some interpretive dance to it if need be."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>16-02-2018, 21:27:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>Searching his memory, Sir Pallam attempted to recall a time when he had an opportunity to name something.&nbsp; The massive, deadly sword in his scabbard was named "Vindicator" by the Paladin who once wielded it.&nbsp; It was he that had it forged, and it was he that had it enchanted.&nbsp; His full plate armor, which was polished to shine brightly in the sun, was named "The Harbinger of the Cudgel."&nbsp; But Sir Pallam never used that name.&nbsp; Everything that Sir Pallam owned was owned in a life estate, to be passed on to the next Paladin of the Lady of Valor when death overcame him, or less likely, when old age denied him of his might.&nbsp; So everything that Sir Pallam came upon that was worth keeping never came to him unnamed.<br><br>But now...&nbsp; Sir Pallam had the opportunity to name rivers and mountains.&nbsp; That seemed like an extraordinary task, especially for someone who had never named anything in his life.<br><br>*****<br><br>Surveying the troops, Sir Pallam inspected their armament as he listened to the gnome's options.&nbsp; For no other reason than for his own amusement, he said:<br><br>"My lady, I should like to hear the long speech.&nbsp; But before you begin, and before we get underway, I should like to ask these men a question."&nbsp; He then stepped forward, and addressed the soldiers:&nbsp; &nbsp;"If I may have your attention.&nbsp; It seems that you are all well-equipped.&nbsp; If I might trespass on your humility, I should like to know if there are any among you who is ill-prepared to enter the unknown.&nbsp; I have 400 gold, which can be used to purchase weapons and goods for your use and your survival.&nbsp; If there is a man or woman who has need of it, please step forth.&nbsp; My hand is open, and my heart is full of generosity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 18:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>'I'm going to have to say that Gods have pity on us all is probably not a good speech' he said, chuckling at Jaela's words. 'I am not entirely sure a long, drawn out speech is needed. I would imagine that those who are here with us are under no illusions about what we may or may not encounter. We're all professionals after all' Ethan said. 'That being said, the descriptions of what we are known to encounter and deal with leave little to the imagination, so I suppose we can imagine instead what the unknown will be, and that leaves a lot open for interpretation' he added.<br><br>He checked his gear, and his weapon belt. 'I'm ready to move out whenever everyone else is, but Sir Pallam has a good point. If there is anything that our compatriots need, and we can provide it, we should. I've got a hundred and twenty gold I can add to that, Sir Pallam. I'd like our compatriots to be as prepared as they can as well' he said to the good knight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 19:47:31</strong>
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				As they settle up with the quartermaster, they find that independent investors have managed to travel this far to the frontier with goods for sale to the Army as well.&nbsp; A bull-faced half-orc and his small company offer a variety of unctures and wands, whereas a highly gifted fletcher has provided a vast quantity of surplus munitions that surpass standard issue.&nbsp; <br><br>The rangers themselves are quickly mustered to attention by their Master Sergeant, and stand ready to present arms and ranks when called upon.<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/5iQ18yv.jpg?1) (https://i.imgur.com/CAVrb1K.png)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/YeN0ArU.jpg)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/MF9dbRS.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/4vsxHIR.png)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/5IvYRaR.jpg)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/D8YqZre.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/C9gV8uj.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/uAybhKb.jpg)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/WNqtexa.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/NErqVwt.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/xrOVnSr.jpg)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/7hmjuNx.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>19-02-2018, 10:23:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Opening scrolls at breakfast<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>Myra heaved a deep, resigned sigh.&nbsp; "Of course you do.&nbsp; You go ahead and get things sorted out.&nbsp; It's quite long.&nbsp; Merle, grab us some sort of journally thing, won't you?&nbsp; I'm sure there's some records hall around here somewhere with spares.&nbsp; And no, Ethan, this one's really just for posterity, and making all the important people back in the empire feel more important.&nbsp; Which, Pallam is right, is probably the correct sort of speech.&nbsp; They don't really want to hear we're going to establish some egalitarian commune in the woods out here."<br><br>The familiar lit off on his task, happy to evade any sort of speech, long or short, while the gnome stepped up on a platform and cleared her throat, augmenting her voice with a cantrip until the local troops were quiet and attentive.&nbsp; <br><br>The speech was, indeed, very martial and patriotic, rather impressive in scope and with a few clever insinuations about the grandiosity of the royal destiny, but subtly wove a metaphor equating expansionism with the need to better the working conditions and rights of the middle class.&nbsp; There were even quotes.&nbsp; After a good half hour, her face still frozen in a hopeful, confident smile, she broke into a rough but serviceable rendition the national anthem, again employing magic to add musical accompaniment and a final rumble of distant cannon fire.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 06:01:52</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/5iQ18yv.jpg?1) A solitary Ranger steps forth to the front, his cloak's insignia identifying him as the Master Sergeant for the Ranger Corps in attendance.&nbsp; He stands at attention, weapons at the ready and bow at his hip, and snaps his heels together as his Rangers fall into line behind him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Master Sergeant Sharsin reporting, Sirrahs.&nbsp; We stand at the ready, able to endure indefinitely in the wilds ahead.&nbsp; If the mission brass wishes to provision the Ranger Corps with additional equipment, Sirrahs, we would suggest only donations to the temples, sire, for we will rain death upon our enemies at no cost to our betters, we will brew potions at no expense, and we will march without complaints.&nbsp; Sirrahs."<br><br>He steps back, his form formidable among the ranks of his fellows, and for that moment, inspired by the speech of Myra, the Ranger corps looks ready to deal death to the very heart of the wild spirit of the continent itself... to subjugate it to their mutual will, to bend it before them and lay waste to any creature that threatens the expansion of their empire without even the first ceremonious hoisting of a banner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-02-2018, 05:23:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br><br>With a swan smile and a priestly mirth, Sir Pallam harked the able Master Sergeant with some interest.&nbsp; Once he was finished, the paladin said, "My word."&nbsp; He then turned to the Captain and said, "Captain Stoutly, did you hear him?&nbsp; I do not think that I did.&nbsp; If I comprehend him correctly, he asks us to donate our funds to the temple.&nbsp; I do not think I have ever met his like."&nbsp; <br><br>He took a deep breath and then said, "To think, I have been in some sort of military service for the whole of my adult life, and I am growing long in the tooth.&nbsp; Yet, throughout my years, I do not think I have ever encountered an officer who couldn't find a use for a copper.&nbsp; Have you, Captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 04:18:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MOEGIa0.jpg?1)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>One of the vendors steps forth to address the officers of the expedition.&nbsp; "s'no use, sirrah.&nbsp; These rangers wanna make everyfin' outta leaves and stuff.&nbsp; Only fing I ever sells 'em is the occasional scrap of fine metal cause the ain't miners.&nbsp; Far as I know anyway.&nbsp; They take everyfin' from the land.&nbsp; Provisions especially.&nbsp; But if you want 'em to be extra stout, I got some arrows you may want, and somethin' perfect in case you needs to send back findings.&nbsp; Like you don't wanna lug everyfin' around wif' ya'."&nbsp; He produces a chest that rattles as if it carries several stones.&nbsp; "Transportation stones, I call 'ese.&nbsp; Someone found 'em in the wilds, figured out the activation word."&nbsp; He opens the chest, and within are a mixed lot of red and blue.... rocks.&nbsp; "Six thousand gold.&nbsp; Put these on the ground on this end in a circle, all these painted blue... we marked 'em so they wouldn't get mixed up, see?&nbsp; An speak the activation word.&nbsp; If the red ones is in a circle, well... the fing appears in there a few minutes later.&nbsp; Takes a few minutes to work, but better than shipping a crate of ore samples across the empire."&nbsp; He grins.&nbsp; "Was gonna put a circle 'ere and get all my shipments duty-free, know what I mean?&nbsp; But... someone got wise an... er... suggested I offer'em to you all at a... fair price.&nbsp; Or lose my 'ands."<br><br>A stout lieutenant with a crossbow is watching, very carefully, from a few meters away.<br><br>"So I gotta make the best of 'er don't I."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 08:38:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Opening scrolls at breakfast<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>Myra raised a brow at the exchange; like Pallam, she'd never before seen a military unit equipped with everything they could want, particularly for such a long, vague and difficult mission, and the master sergeant's quick rejection of any further supply seemed either boastful or resentful, neither of which boded well for the coming months.&nbsp; Still, she didn't think calling the man out in front of his unit was a politic move.&nbsp; <br><br>The greenskinned vendor, fortunately, provided a distraction, although what he asked was far beyond the amount of spare coin that had been discussed.&nbsp; The stones would be useful, and rather simple to test before they left, but as a fairly self-sufficient sort of person she didn't feel the need to trade her own goods for it.&nbsp; Still, there were other things to offer.&nbsp; <br><br>She stepped forward with a smile.&nbsp; "You think too small, sir.&nbsp; A few bits from the mainland, sure, you could save some transport cost and tax, but the prices are already set, the margin established, and eventually you're going find some fool tax collector who'll take the whole bit.&nbsp; As factor directly supporting an expeditionary mission mandated by the very highest authorities in the Empire - you did hear me mention all those names just now, yes? - nobody would <em>dare</em> interfere with your business.&nbsp; And the things we'll send back will be unknown, simply...<em>priceless</em>." &nbsp;She gave the mention of profit a nearly sexual lilt.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you're capable of serving as factor, I shall appoint you Quartermaster-Collector and grant you a five percent commission.&nbsp; Otherwise, we'll simply toss everything in bottomless bags and sell it when we get back.&nbsp; Bit less convenient, but we won't miss the profit in the meanwhile."&nbsp; <br><br>[Diplomacy 23]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 17:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Waiting to go<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>You have the right of that Sir Pallam. Any officer or soldier, for that matter. That last copper could mean a loaf of bread at the very least, and I don't know any soldier that wouldn't want that he said to the knight, sharing his assessment. <br><br>He listened as Myra bargained with the potential quartermaster, and all he had to say to that was I'd listen to her if I were you. Her plan is sound and good, and you won't get better terms than what she is proposing. Not out here.<br><br>He watched and sized up the rest of the rangers while Myra talked business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>01-03-2018, 07:27:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wand shopping!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<hr><br>While this is going on, Jaela will take a moment just to examine the wands on offer; it's always helpful to have a few spell-sticks, to save her own. After changing a bit of gold between hands (Well, in her case, luminous gems of equivalent value, gold is heavy, metallic, and ugly) she simply tucks the wands away and goes to ready the animals they're bringing along.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Honestly lost track of the gold she had left over from items; pretty sure it was a pretty decent amount, at least the 1,500 needed for two 1st-level wands; a Wand of <em>Cure Light wounds</em> and a Wand of <em>Endure Elements</em>. <br><br>Also she'll have quietly purchased a personal hygiene kit from someone. "Vine crotch" is not a name she wants to stick</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2018, 05:38:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MOEGIa0.jpg?1)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Scratching his chin in a semblance of contemplation, the half-orc merchant looks from Myra to Stoutly with a carefully masked contemplation despite his thinly-veiled determination to comply.&nbsp; "Who'm I to argue with history?" he asks, shrugging.&nbsp; "I'm glad to aid your noble quest, good sirrahs.&nbsp; 'ere."&nbsp; He forks over the chest.&nbsp; "Split 'em up, red and blue, and we'll make sure you've got 'em all.&nbsp; I'll gladly report all the findings to the officers 'ere, jus' as sure as you send 'em.&nbsp; You make sure there's a note of 'ow you finds the fings and we'll make sure the nobles and the king 'isself gets word of all the reports from tha' front."&nbsp; <br><br>It's fairly evident, now, that this offer is beyond his wildest dreams.&nbsp; A chance to report to nobility-- to provide that direct delivery of relics, strange creatures, unusual flora-- to nobility?&nbsp; It's beyond compare.&nbsp; "An' any profits and sponsorship I gain'll go toward your quest.&nbsp; Any supplies you need, I'll delivah.&nbsp; Consider 'er done.&nbsp; But to seal the bargain, y'know, if you want a more personable pact... my tent's right over there'ah... just sayin'."&nbsp; His long maw grins in an almost comically friendly gesture as he sweeps his hand, and his assistant-- an unusually crabby-looking halfling lad-- begins sorting the stones into a velvet bag.&nbsp; "It's gonna be a long trip an' all.&nbsp; Not many, er, <i>beds</i> out there."&nbsp; He grins like a shark.&nbsp; <br><br>The halfling looks up.&nbsp; "What you need with the gold is an 'erald, dipshit."<br><br>"SHUT UP, YOU LOUT," the merchant answers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, with resignation, he sighs and smiles sheepishly.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; An herald.&nbsp; Sure. Someone to announce your findings.&nbsp; I'll hire one on if you can spare the coin."<br>*<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/NErqVwt.jpg)Jaela finds the stables in excellent order, although the selection is lean.&nbsp; (handle animal or something close, to improve animal selection, thus improving travel time and carry capacity).&nbsp; One of the rangers has made his way there since muster, and seems comfortably at ease stroking the jaw of a particular pack-mule, murmuring to him in Sylvan.&nbsp; "I know, I know.&nbsp; You'll miss your mum.&nbsp; But don't worry.&nbsp; She's busy with her new foal, your little brotha', and won't be sad.&nbsp; She'll miss you on your journey, though.&nbsp; But you have to be brave, you know."<br><br>Looking up at Jaela's entrance, he snaps to attention, bowing slightly in deference, and backs away--bow in hand.&nbsp; These rangers never lose track of a weapon, it seems.&nbsp; "Officer.&nbsp; Forgive my state, I was at-ease," he says, then arrives at attention until he dismisses her.<br><br>*<br><br>The rangers, it seems, are a prideful bunch.&nbsp; They want nothing to prove their self-reliance.&nbsp; They need not brace for the journey any more than they have, because they belong wherever they may be found apart from these walls.<br><br>The rangers are ready.&nbsp; The first mark is leagues away, at least.&nbsp; Will you march unto the wilderness without fear?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>05-03-2018, 08:43:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Opening scrolls at breakfast<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>Myra nodded, content with the arrangement.&nbsp; It was indeed a very good deal for the merchant, but she wasn't giving up anything she'd particularly miss.&nbsp; Still, as she went over the details of the stones' operation she was clear, although polite, that she would expect clear accounting with anything significant verified by an auditor.&nbsp; She introduced herself and asked the half orc's name, shrugging at the mention of a herald.&nbsp; Neither fame nor fortune were important to her, only her duty to gather knowledge for the Library, and that didn't require publicity.&nbsp; Nor did a steady influx of supplies.&nbsp; "Perhaps once we've something worthwhile to announce.&nbsp; Can living creatures go through the stone circle?&nbsp; In case someone is injured, or needs a <em>bed</em>."&nbsp; She looked up with a teasing smile.&nbsp; "You look just Sir Pallam's type."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>05-03-2018, 10:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456907)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stables, then back to courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Muletending ranger, all<hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Mules don't care what state you're in, and I'm not an officer,"</strong> she answers the ranger. She tries to keep the annoyance out of her voice, but isn't entirely successful. This military nonsense chafed.<strong> "If you <em>want</em> to defer to me, do it because I'm a priestess of the Green. Though I'd still prefer common courtesy to deference." </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She approached the animals, looking each over in turn. Checking limbs and teeth and even their scents. The whole lot of them seemed damn hard done-by, and it was hard to figure which of the sorry lot would withstadn the trek ahead best. Easier to just weed out the chaff. She indicates to the ranger which of the animals should <em>not</em> be part of the venture. <strong>"Broken hoof on this one; this one's older than my father, and he's an elf; This one is more like a horse-style pull-beast, did someone breed it with a goat? And I'm pretty sure this one actually <em>is</em> a goat."</strong> She huffed a little. <strong>"Go ahead, get the rest of them ready..."</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Handle Animal</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2018-03-05 02:56:19, jaela (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115139)</div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"And Ranger,"</strong> she calls over her shoulder. <strong>"If you get a moment with him, maybe let your Master Sergeant know that "sirrah" isn't a fancy way of saying "sir." </strong>The corner of her pert lips turns upwards in a smirk. <strong>"He just spent a minute and a half addressing the captain and Sir Pallam like they were little boys."</strong> That said, she strode out of the stables, back to the expedition's core group, addressing them. <strong>"If everything is set, we ought to see about getting some travel done before the sun gets too high."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-03-2018, 07:28:50</strong>
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				ANIMAL PENS/STABLES:<br><br>[OOC: the carry capacity of the pack animals is optimized based on the successful Handle Animal roll and roleplay.&nbsp; Wants: Cure light wounds lvl 1, 30 charges.&nbsp; Signal Flare (flare) lvl 1 12 charges.&nbsp; Shield lvl 1 8 charges.&nbsp; Fox's cunning lvl 2 9 charges.&nbsp; Eagle's Splendor lvl 2 12 charges.]<br><br>The ranger tips his head in acknowledgement.&nbsp; "Of course, Sir.&nbsp; If you say so."&nbsp; He starts separating out the pack animals and doing a final check of their tack, waving to a couple of low-ranking stable-hands to help him load up the indicated beasts of burden.<br><br>*<br><br>COURTYARD:<br><br>The Half-Orc nods at the assembled.&nbsp; "Charlis Dunnigan at your service, Lords, Ladies, and every'fin in between.&nbsp; 'twill be a grand adventure I'm certain."<br><br>For Myra's question, he nods.&nbsp; "Oh, sure, you can send livin' fings but they'll be dead when they get there.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; Come through frosted straight to the core, hard as a rock.&nbsp; We tried sendin' a chicken once.&nbsp; It was so solid you could chop 'er in half and not a drop spilled.&nbsp; Don't know what happens in between but they are solid froze that's for certain."&nbsp; He shrugs.&nbsp; "You find a way 'round that an' you can come back any time."<br><br>Preparations are set, and the expedition is prepared to embark.&nbsp; The sun has yet to reach mid-sky when the line of pack animals sets off behind the intrepid company, rangers scattered to the road's sides as if treading upon its worn dirt would be a sin.&nbsp; All the soldiers wish them well, and the commander of the fort can be seen watching from the parapets, her nurse fussing over some matter of comfort that the old crow will not accept, until the black shape of the jagged fortifications disappear into the forest beyond.<br><br>The going is quick, that first day, and it is not long before the forest's full bloom settles in.&nbsp; Wildflowers grow like madness in violets and whites now that they have left the scorched earth and smoke behind, and the coniferous trees lean and bend over the pathway as if graciously seeking to avoid bothering each other.&nbsp; By dusk, they have seen cadres of white-tailed deer and a handful of common brush animals, not to mention plentiful examples of the common birds of the area.&nbsp; Soon, the roadway turns to an animal path, and as they press westward, they find that they will be crossing blue mountains-- blue with the cool air, blue with the suffuse glow of skylight and clouds, valleys and nooks smooth with ages of wear and the gentle press of the land easing them up like ancient hands sculpted them.&nbsp; Within the day, they will find a river-- the Empire calls it Holdon's Crossing where they will make the west bank and, if they continue with the descent of the land using that river as their route, they will move southwest for at least two weeks before they reach the region of their first challenge... their first real mission.&nbsp; To map, to kill, to report, to capture... they are to be the assassins of the dark continent and the lightbringers of law to the wild.<br><br>... <br><br>It is on the second day that they find their first sign of once-settled lands.&nbsp; Great monoliths of rock dot the mountainside of a newly-spotted range, each black stone tower matching the next in a nearly-symmetrical pattern.&nbsp; They are carved, shaped, etched as if stacked there by giants, and birds circle them like cliffs to build nests and to roost with a view.&nbsp; At least six within sight-- some so far as to appear as threads on the horizon-- their stone is black as pitch, unlike any stone seen on the continent.&nbsp; The line stretches north to southerly, not in perfect alignment, but almost a crescent-whorling shape of a tattoo on the land.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 09:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><strong>Name:</strong> Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) &amp; Merle Fliffitygivvit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Approaching a monolith<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr><br>"Well, then," Merle muttered, pulling out a journal with a tiny claw to make a sketch of one of the monoliths, "I guess the great stones aren't going to be subtle."&nbsp; <br><br>Myra shrugged and took a drink of water from a canteen, looking the dark rocks over carefully.&nbsp; "Markers aren't supposed to be.&nbsp; Can you tell how old they are?"&nbsp; She sidled her riding mastiff toward the other leaders of the expedition, curious about their reaction.&nbsp; "These match the description of a certain cult priestess," she tapped the case where she kept her copy of their secret orders.&nbsp; "May I suggest we give the scouts a few hours to scare up game while we investigate?&nbsp; And once we're done here, head toward the center in search of deserts and plains?"&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">From our Orders</div><div class="spoiler_body">You will find a cultess priestess of Aboleth, her home in the southwest quadrant of the continent, near great stones that serve as her markers.&nbsp; The temple is aboveground in a pyramid of elaborate carvings among many tombs of her forebears.&nbsp; &nbsp;She possesses strength over the undead.&nbsp; You will recognize the black sands of her desert among the white sands of the surrounding plans.&nbsp; Find and eliminate her cults.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carry the Flame West: Vikalan Frontier [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 14:40:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Looking at big Rocks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><br>I think that's a good idea, have them scout the perimeter of the area as well. If those large blocks actually have carved out interiors or serve as towers, they afford anyone inside of them a really good view of the surrounding area. Likely if they are occupied, we've been seen, so investigating them is pretty high on the list for us to take care of he said after Myra spoke. We can look, the scouts can check the surrounding area and get some game flushed out, and then we can take it from there. It almost seems as if their placement would indicate a chain of watchful eyes, but there is really only one way to know for sure he added.
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