The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)
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				Title: <strong>The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>20-10-2014, 14:44:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcREd5sO-UZs5nbctSZ3hemJG17wafmbqMwytau4I7rCPeFOH_H2oA)</div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in the Greater Glroriana frontier on the Appurata River heading eastward toward Tel'vidia.<br><br><em>The cold morning air stabs like cold stabbing knives. The spring thaw has opened up the rivers of the Glorianian frontier to trade by the various private and public caravans begin the springtime trade. This skiff rushes down the river carried swiftly on the swollen banks as the iron prow smashes through the fragile ice. The sound of breaking glass fills the air as the ice splits down middle. The trade-master Daler Gemgilt stands short, even for a gnome. He strokes his graying ruddy bear knocking ice and snow from it. <br><br>The boxes and crates were filled with furs and wines headed to trade on the border posts. His weather-worn face looked bow to stern. The trading skiff had no sails. Burly half-merfolk and human sailors pushed the vessel along, mainly trying to keep it off the shoals as it sped along. They were headed to the old imperial viaduct, and impressive ancient structure that had once let boats like his and water flow through it. The gnome got an uneasy feeling when he thought about the old empire. He had taken precautions though. He had put out a hasty order for muscle and several candidates had signed on.<br><br>That is why all of you are currently aboard. The viaduct is not a normally traveled route. The desire for easy gold has driven Master Gemgilt to seek risky routes. The trip has thus far been uneventful, the rivers are much safer and the closest anyone on the trip has come to peril is at the long end of a wolf's howl or perhaps losing all their coppers in a games of dice. Gemgilt thought nothing of the spread of adventures, elves and halflings often went to Tel'vidia, and humans were always headed somewhere in a hurry. <br><br>They still had time to spare. The viaduct was leagues down the river even with the express speed of the fast-flowing river. Several of the sailors lounged in the cold. The shallow-bottomed boat was not really made for overnight travel, but the sailors were taking in a salary so they didn't get to complain. He was plying his hired goons with promises of treasure that might be in the viaduct, which had once been part of a large fort that had once exerted control of the artery of travel. The trade master paced the thirty five feet of his skiff listening to the songs of early rising birds.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 02:10:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div>Rha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10591717#msg10591717)<br><br>Rha was definitely one of those people who wasn't all that difficult to find, despite the attempts of some to the contrary.&nbsp; Even though she wasn't against the concept of bathing, she didn't do so fantastic a job as to remove the dark ruby stain of dried blood from her dirty blonde hair.&nbsp; She carried a shield and a flail on her back but no actual weapons, and during the first few hours of the voyage, she'd wandered her way around the deck like an animal circling the perimeter of its cage.<br><br>At the moment, she'd managed to scrounge up a game of craps with a few of the sailors.&nbsp; Rha very quickly and easily got jovial about winning and morose about losing, but she played fairly, and her dice weren't loaded.<br><br>It wasn't that difficult to get to know Rha, because Rha wasn't all that complex.&nbsp; She didn't usually spend money on alcohol but would drink pretty much anything handed to her, she could follow orders but only if convinced of the superiority of the other person, she didn't throw words around like pretty flowers, and sometimes she threw herself at someone whose raw force and power ignited her lust.<br><br>The guttural name Rha was more akin to an animal or an orc than a human woman, but she held no apology for her nature.&nbsp; If she really did have some deep desire to be normal, no one as of yet had been able to draw it out of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 02:46:58</strong>
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				https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10596589#msg10596589 (http://Ayla)<br><br>&nbsp;Ayla was less found and more showed up of her own. As she showed up at the meeting site before the departure, the elf was dressed in a white traveler cloak, a hint of leather armor poking through. She had a quarterstaff in hand and backpack slung about her back, but didn't seem too out of the ordinary. Granted, Ayla didn't seem liked she belonged with the group. She had no visible weapons beyond the quarterstaff, and there wasn't a tome to indicate her as a spellcaster.<br><br>&nbsp;Ayla could be considered the opposite of Rha. Rha was hot blooded and straightforward, Ayla didn't say much without choosing her words carefully and could be considered very cold. She didn't speak when people approached her. Mostly, she stayed to herself and wrote in a little book that she kept by her side at most times. The men of the crew learned early on that flirting with her was a lost cause, attempts usually resulted in cold stares.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 14:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Amal_1.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alateer Bayran’chaan</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10592836#msg10592836</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alateer whistled cheerfully as he walked the perimeter of the ship, tossing his lucy belaying pin from hand to hand.&nbsp; (Though he now had the sword he'd always dreamed of--and did well with it—this trusty truncheon had been his weapon of choice for several years and it still felt natural in his hands.)&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He'd done a lot of these laps since coming aboard.&nbsp; A cunning eye might catch that—though neither graceful nor klutzy—he was comfortable moving about on a boat.&nbsp; From day to day, the dark haired elfkin had adjusted his 'sea legs' to include river legs.&nbsp; He was also training himself to stay loose and mobile in the heavy suit of full chain he'd acquired upon quitting the sea to try on the life of a mercenary.&nbsp; He hadn't exactly expected to be on the water again quite so soon.&nbsp; At nights in his chambers, he'd taken to practicing tossing off the mail, but figured he would have a lot of trouble with it if he fell overboard.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though his eyes scanned the riverbanks as he circled, he didn't neglect the eye candy on board, either.&nbsp; Ayla Savannii'Keen, now there was a beauty to dream on.&nbsp; Slender, sleek, and feminine, but with a supple power that was the epitome of what made an elfmaid arousing.&nbsp; Silver tresses that seemed to go on forever, and eyes the color of snow.&nbsp; Damnation, he missed the companionship of elf girls!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Too bad they all hated his guts.&nbsp; Even the ones who'd slept with him were just doing it to infuriate their 'real' lovers.&nbsp; Damnation, the fights and—more often—beat downs that resulted had been more than worth it, but the&nbsp; ultimate contempt of his bed mates ultimately wasn't.&nbsp; This snow elf may have been an ice queen, but at least she hadn't so far proved to be a two faced bitch.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alateer had too sigh.&nbsp; No, not two faced, but an ice queen nonetheless.&nbsp; Even bringing her a meal and greeting her in their native tongue hadn't managed to provoke either smile nor scowl, just her signature, distracted 'why is this person interrupting my work' look.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there was Florian Giles.&nbsp; Quite an affable, 'fellow'.&nbsp; He was quite confident that Florian was, in fact, a girl wearing boys clothes and playing a man's roll.&nbsp; Upon becoming confident of this, he'd found his eyes wandering freely over 'her' body...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet, the more they did, the more he developed the same discomfort he would contemplating a man in such a fashion.&nbsp; &nbsp;It hadn't been long 'til he'd given up such a pursuit as a lost cause and accepted that this was a lad he was talking too and enjoyed his company in that context.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally his eyes lingered over Rha.&nbsp; Some found the curious—apparently orcish—name rough on the tongue.&nbsp; It felt to him like the passionate rumble of a tree pard or lion king.&nbsp; He quite appreciated the primitive girl's passionate nature and forthright attitude.&nbsp; He'd quite thoroughly savor getting the blond too an inn and teaching her the joys of a shared bath, and all the fun a man and a maid could have with lather.&nbsp; (Or just the soft sensuality of washing a girl's hair.)&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Should they manage to find some action on this venture, the reward of proving his strength to her would be a precious treasure indeed.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>10-11-2014, 12:53:51</strong>
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				Florian Giles (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10609788#msg10609788)<br><br>"Bloody hell, how long are we going to be cooped up in this little boat?" came the complaining voice of the androgynous rogue lounging on the deck. His deep blue eyes opened and closed a few times as he tried to blink the sleep out of them. Waking to find themselves still on board this little boat drifting down the river did little but make him wish to return to his slumber. A ship on the open sea was one thing? While he'd never had the pleasure of giving it a shot, the pirate life did have a certain appeal to him... but this... this was a little boat drifting down a river. They had exactly one choice of direction unless they wanted to run ashore. There was no freedom in that, no excitement and adventure... but there was coin, and that is what brought the thief on board this little venture.<br><br>His eyes trailed over to the half-elf who seemed to be doing laps around the boat, as he sat and stretched his arms out over his head, letting out a yawn. The occasional lingering gaze hadn't gone unnoticed, and though not entirely unappreciated, he had the sneaking suspicion the whole 'gender' thing caused him some conflict in their dealings together. Still, the rogue had his more feminine moods, and perhaps with some rum to get things going...<br><br>He reached up to rub the back of his head, as he tried to stifle another yawn... blast, he felt sore, and not the fun kind. He was eagerly looking forward to the comforts of a soft bed again, when this job was over, and perhaps some company to warm it. Of course, for now, he supposed he had to make due with what life gave him. At least he could certainly agree with Alateer that the boat had pleasant eye-candy. Rha certainly struck him as someone who would be fun to share a bed with, provided one didn't mind waking up bruised on a broken bed... and Florian certainly didn't. Ayla... well, he had a theory that the colder a girl was, the hotter she was in bed. Of course, this was a particularly chilly specimen, so he had doubts as to whether he'd get the chance to test that theory...<br><br>For now, though, the rogue got to his feet, with another stretch and a yawn, as he looked about and wondered what the day would bring. Rum and coin would be nice, but things were rarely that simple and this journey had been far too peaceful so far. This thief was genre-savvy enough to know something was just itching to go wrong. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 16:32:42</strong>
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				<em>Master Gemgilt pulled at his short beard with thought. The skiff began turning and he heard the skipper shout orders. The shoals weren't especially treacherous but they could hold up the skiff, punch a hole in the bottom, or worse yet break some of the kegs of beer and wine. There was more than profit on the line for him. The meritocracy that most gnomes lived by demanded he finish this paper on practical trade economics and minimum risk management statistics. <br><br>There was also the money.<br><br>Gemgilt approached his skipper.<em> "How far out are we?" <em>He asked</em>. <br><br><em>The skipper looked up,</em> "We're about ten leagues out so a quarter bell and a ten." The skipper crossed his arms, he was a full merman his gills sucking in air as he stood.</em> <br><br><em>Gemgilt, walked to the small cadre of muscle,</em> "Skipper says half an hour give or take, get your gear together, one of you is probably gonna stay with the skiff." <em>He cast his eyes to the halfling.</em>. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 20:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div>Rha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10591717#msg10591717)<br><br>Rha didn't usually form extensive opinions of people.&nbsp; She was, however, at least smart enough to realize that some people had capabilities which weren't immediately obvious to casual glances.&nbsp; In many ways, her perspectives were rather alien to someone who didn't spend a great deal of time in orc society, though her perspectives had been tempered by life as a soldier.<br><br>Superior ranking officers were always given deferential respect, regardless of whether they even looked like they could give her trouble if she failed to obey.&nbsp; To Rha, life was a pecking order where the strong did as they pleased and the weak were forced to submit, but strength came in all shapes and sizes.&nbsp; Even so, she was a good enough person that she rarely just used her brute force to assert authority.<br><br>Rarely, but not never.&nbsp; During the first week of their voyage, she'd slammed one of the stronger, better looking sailors up against the mast with a heavy shove for no apparent reason.&nbsp; Surprised, he'd put up his hands and asked what she thought he was doing.&nbsp; She left him alone after that, but some people claimed that her eyes held some disappointment after that.&nbsp; Perhaps she really was more animal than woman and could never change, and needed to execute raw hostility on occasion to alleviate the boredom of her floating cage.<br><br>At the alert that they were moving, Rha collected the dice and the ten gold she currently had after all the wagers, her current life savings.&nbsp; Even when her employer wasn't part of the military, working for them bought them the same deferential treatment as a superior officer, with the exception that she didn't accept jobs to kill other soldiers, though she would fight them and knock them unconscious.<br><br>Her fingers flickered near the handle of her flail, a silent indication that she was ready and willing to fight as soon as desired by her employer.&nbsp; Beyond that, she stood more or less at attention, though lacking the disciplined grace and poise of a traditional soldier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 12:08:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Amal_1.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alateer Bayran’chaan</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10592836#msg10592836</div></div><br>Alateer clapped Rha on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Ready for some excitement?"&nbsp; <br><br>He turned to the skipper, "I'm all geared up and ready.&nbsp; Anything in particularly we're looking for?&nbsp; Or any particular threats you expect?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 16:51:19</strong>
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				<em>Gemgilt looked up at the man who could be mistaken for any of the numerous sailors aboard this very skiff. It had been a fair question.</em><br><br>"Well, sir," <em>he said</em>, "we're in the middle of the wilderlands. The viaduct hasn't been reclaimed by the Centrian's yet. Could be some mountain orcs, kobolds, mostly though there's probably some blasted wolves or giant spiders. Those eight-legged freaks like damp dark places. We need to clear a way through it and then it's smooth sailing."<br><br><em>The trader walked back toward the bow. He couldn't be picky, it had been commission-based help so he had to take what he got. He stroked his short beard in thought. This was a risky move to say the least.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 19:47:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div>Rha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10591717#msg10591717)<br><br>Rha gave a grin in response...well, not exactly a grin.&nbsp; She bared her teeth.&nbsp; Although she'd never been known to actually take a bite out of someone, who knew exactly what she'd do if given the opportunity?<br><br>She didn't ask any questions.&nbsp; Her commanders had displayed a willingness in the past to give all important and pertinent information, and anything she didn't know going in would usually make itself known upon the battleground.<br><br>In her own way, though, she hoped it was orcs.&nbsp; She had grown strong since her childhood, and she wanted to prove herself against an orc.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 04:23:12</strong>
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				Ayla (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10596589#msg10596589)<br><br>&nbsp;The white haired elf looked up from her book. <strong>"Careful, half-blood. A wild dog needs to be trained before it learns not to bite."</strong> she said, returning to her book. <strong>"Besides, you would do well not to muddle your blood any further than it is."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Ayla looked over to Gemgilt. <strong>"I would suggesting sticking to the middle of the group. Spiders are predatory hunters, they tend to enjoy going after the smaller prey.... less of a fight. Wolves too."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 04:46:23</strong>
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				<em>Gemgilt gave her a wry look, raising a thick eyebrow at the elf's acerbic comment,</em> "Then I suggest you stick to the middle of the group, snow elf. I'm staying with the boat." <em>He left before more words could be traded. It was strange that an arctic elf would make derogatory remarks about half-bloods. That was much more their tree-dwelling kin. Still, there were all kinds. Well, the politics of snow shufflers was not his concern, he had an economic manifesto to write. Sociopolitical analysis was not his area of study.</em><br><br><em>He pulled out a pipe and began lighting it, puffing gently.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 05:42:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div>Rha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10591717#msg10591717)<br><br>Although Rha understood the tone, she didn't quite follow the analogy.&nbsp; Still, it wasn't the first time that someone thought themselves better than her, and it didn't really bother her.&nbsp; After all, an over-reliance on words often indicated the limitations of someone's capability.<br><br>What she did do was step away, not so much evading Alateer as simply showing her willingness to be out of the center.&nbsp; She then gestured to the center, between herself and Alateer, as she glanced to Ayla.&nbsp; Her expression almost held some degree of pity, but more likely mocking scorn as she gave the snow elf a place to be protected in the direct center.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return of the Mad King (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 08:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Amal_1.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alateer Bayran’chaan</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10592836#msg10592836</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alateer snickered at Ayla's response.&nbsp; “But that's half the fun,” he retorted, massaging Rha's shoulder. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a moment, the elfkin looked curiously at the human girl, then realized what she was doing and threw back his head to laugh freely.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a moment, he shook his head and offered in a sincere tone, “In all seriousness, Ayla.&nbsp; If you need enemies kept off of you to cast your spells, stand behind me.&nbsp; I'll make sure you get the chance.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>I am going to have my way with that girl, though, and soon....</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He blanched a little at the venom in the thought.&nbsp; Alateer could be an aggressive lover, but sometimes no meant no, and he always honored that.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noting something in Rha's muscles, Alateer smirked a little and—grateful for the distraction--stepped up behind her.&nbsp; “Let me help you here.”&nbsp; He worked his fingers firmly into the blond's shoulders, trying to soothe the muscles.&nbsp; 
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