( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 01:25:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Fable.jpg)</div><br>The quaint, sleepy town of Amberdale is a caravan stop between the Eastern Trade Road frequented by familiar fantasy races and the Shadow Vale Caravan Route inhabited by monsters. Creatures of both types inhabit Amberdale's cozy cottages and till its pastoral fields peacefully. Small farms cut into the spooky Oldwall Forest where gnarled old oaks are found strung with fairy lanterns, and a dense canopy lends a perpetual twilight. Living space for transient adventurers include the Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern, temple to the benign local gods, a barracks shared with six whole town guards, the witch's tower, and truly rustic trader's camp. All told the population is about 200, which means everyone knows everyone.<br><br><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Places of Interest</span></em><br>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br>Sanctum of Light Temple<br>Town Watch Barracks<br>Witch's Tower<br>Trader's Camp<br>Amberdale Cemetary<br>Lesslie's Shop of Wonders<br>Lone Wolf Orchard<br>Cotton Ranch</div><br><strong>Headers</strong><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&lt;Image URL&gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 01:34:15</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/Tavern.png)</div><br><strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern</strong><br>One step in the door of the Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern and the din of voices washed over one with the sticky scent of amber ale, leather, and oiled steel. Amberdale's hotspot of adventure was brimming from dawn to dusk, and only a little more restrained from dusk til dawn. Maybe it was the rooms on credit, or the taproom on tab, or maybe it was the company. Lovely and fascinating creatures from all corners of creation threw together for one more night of adventure, one more quest, the promise of something new and thrilling and dangerous. It had a culture all its own, and even the gentle folk of Amberdale were not immune to its mystique.<br><br>Over a sea of knife-gouged tables peppered with maps, ledgers, and quest offers, the tavern's necessarily tall and double doors faced the shallow stage where one of those gentle natives was volunteering a little entertainment. The catcalls didn't faze her, but renewed the confidence in her smile. A wag of her finger- no, this wasn't <em>that </em>kind of show. There were other places for that kind of thing. Above all others, there was one out there who had her back. Bianca scanned out over the gleaming eyes of strangers to find the one face equally warm and beaming and eager as her own. There she found Gianna sitting alone, giving her the universal sign for <em>embrace your inner saucy wench. </em><br><br>A sturdy shield whose old wounds had been lacquered over drew across Gianna's lap, and she provided the simple rhythm of tavern song with her fingers. <em>Tap-tap, tap-tap-tsh. Tap-tap, tap-tap-tsh. </em>Bianca received the rhythm with her hips, and nodded. A single digit informed everyone she was about to sing. There was a young woman's confidence in signaling a whole tavern full of armed and randy ne'er-do-wells to hush.<br><br><em>♫ We have been set<br>♪ On a for-profit quest<br>♪ To retrieve a mysterious amulet </em><br><br>Her skirt hiked in her fingers so her legwork could be seen. It swayed to and fro to tug at her hips like a veiled dancer, but this wasn't about her body. This was about the life of adventure.<br><br><em>♫ A witch us all beseeched<br>♪ To travel to the East<br>♪ And we figured she seemed legit </em><br><br>Gianna spared a turn to spy the newest faces coming in the doors. If her rhythm faltered just a beat, no harm done- a tavern song was made by its imperfection. A handful of voices joined Bianca for the chorus, untrained voices, slurring voices, too-loud voices, and the young lady on stage jumped with delight.<br><br><em>♫ Under the stars<br>♪ We've traveled so far<br>♪ To the East is where we must go <br>♪ Miss our homes<br>♪ Cold to our bones<br>♪ But that is what dub dub is for </em><br><br>A rhythm of stomping heels and thumping mugs drowned out Gianna's tinny drum. The performance hopped down from the stage and stormed the crowd, trying to kick up a dance by bringing the spotlight with her right to a stranger's lap if necessary.<br><br><em>♫ In the shadow of the ruins<br>♪ Of the Pale-Blood Castle<br>♪ The wills of lesser men would fade </em><br><br><em>♫ But our minds are set<br>♪ And we really want to get<br>♪ Back to drinking until we pass out </em><br><br><em>♫ Under the stars<br>♪ We've traveled so far<br>♪ To the East is where we must go <br>♪ Miss our homes<br>♪ Cold to our bones<br>♪ But that is what dub dub is for </em><br><br>(Song credit: Bonesword - In the Shadow of the Ruins of the Pale-Blood Castle (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GsPncPzQN8))<br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Woods1.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Woods2.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Tavernmap.gif)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>A Person On A Computer</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 02:20:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a91/Redfoxmagi/Bishi-swordsman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shigure Tenma<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Current<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><br>It was into this boisterous crowd of joyous song and raucous laughter that Shigure strode, the heavy oak door creaking loudly as he strode into the Vine and Horn out from the heavy rain outside.&nbsp; The downpour had been sudden enough that he had only the time to fasten a rough traveling cloak about his shoulders over his silken garb before the water had fallen from the heavens.&nbsp; The moisture clung to his straight black hair letting the locks hang down to his mid-back like shining obsidian, though as it was against the cloth of his traveling cloak there was no need to worry about it soaking into his clothes.&nbsp; As he walked, what noise came from his mud-caked shoes against the floorboards was drowned out by the song.&nbsp; Twin swords attached to a belt at the left side of his hip swayed as slightly as he walked, making his way toward one of the tables in the back of the main floor furthest from the bars and the stage.&nbsp; While there would obviously be no quiet place in an inn like this for good reason, the young man wanted not to get in the way of the other patrons.&nbsp; When he approached the table, he found there were already two patrons there enjoying their drinks with a third seat open.&nbsp; Slowing his pace, Shigure approached the third seat, standing before the other two men.&nbsp; <br><br>How did that chapter of the book go?&nbsp; 'When approaching a group of strangers, it is considered good manners to ask for permission to sit alongside them.&nbsp; If you can ease the tension with a joke, all the better!'&nbsp; Nodding to himself, Shigure opened his mouth, then closed it.&nbsp; This was harder than he expected.&nbsp; What was it the family had taught him to do?&nbsp; When something was difficult, concentrate!&nbsp; Never let something defeat you and never give in!&nbsp; Gathering his focus, the young man's affixed the both of them with a hard, golden-eyed gaze as he focused, letting his concentration through him.&nbsp; Intensity fairly ebbed off his body as his lithe body tensed in preparation for what he was going to deliver.&nbsp; It was the very equivalent of bloodlust, the level of which men who walked the battlefield like Grim Reapers and dealt death as easily as harvesting wheat.&nbsp; The intensity of his gaze combined with the circular symbol of the yin yang with a sword in it hanging from his chest that signified him as a member of the Tenma clan of legendary heroes caused the other two patrons to pale.&nbsp; The first patron almost retched as he spit out his drink on the floor.&nbsp; Looking from his friend to Shigure in a panic, the second patron's eyes widened.&nbsp; <br><br>"We get it, man, we get it!" the second patron exclaimed, waving his hands over his head in anxious surrender.&nbsp; "This must be your table!&nbsp; We'll move!&nbsp; Just don't kill us!"&nbsp; <br><br>Half carrying, half dragging the first patron with him away in a panic, the second patron relocated with his friend to the far side of the room away from Shigure.&nbsp; Sitting stoically in one of the vacated chairs, the young warrior of the Tenma clan's mind was anything but stoic.&nbsp; <em>'Why does this always happen?!'</em> his mind cried out in abject sadness.&nbsp; He had done everything the book had said!&nbsp; But, they had run away from him before he could even attempt the joke!&nbsp; It was a good one, too!&nbsp; <em>'Did you know I once killed Death?'</em>&nbsp; It would have been great!&nbsp; <br><br>A Goddess somewhere was secretly glad that joke was never told or it was likely that the two patrons might have died of fright just that night.&nbsp; Because if someone who looked like Shigure did at that point said that, it may not have been considered a joke.&nbsp; <br><br>Trying to figure out where he went wrong, Shigure slipped a hand into his pack to withdraw his book.&nbsp; <em>How to Make Friends and Counter Social Anxiety, Vol. I.</em>&nbsp; It was written by a great master of social encounters, and the young man had been dedicating that last few months to its usage.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he had met with failure after failure, but as he had learned from the Tenma, the student's failure is no fault of the master's teaching.&nbsp; It was up to the student to learn, understand, and train to acquire the knowledge with his body!&nbsp; However, just because he was learning did not mean he could learn it all publicly.&nbsp; After all, if it became widely known that a warrior of the Tenma clan had not completed even one quest as yet, it would bring dishonor to his family.&nbsp; That would not do!&nbsp; So, Shigure contented himself to keep the book on his lap instead of on the table, flipping the pages until he reached the appropriate chapter.&nbsp; <br><br><em>'Let's see here,'</em> he thought to himself, holding a page between his thumb and middle finger.&nbsp; <em>'When working through an encounter with a tightly knit group, this encounter approach may necessitate other types of actions listed in Appendix II...'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hobbes1266</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 03:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s31.postimg.org/xzp73sikb/Screenshot_2016_04_24_19_29_39_1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lesslie Alkens<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lesslie<del>Rorik'</del>s shop of wonders!<br><strong> Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br>Lesslie ran in and out of the rain trying hopelessly to save her boxes of books, potions, ingredients and equipment from the unexpected weather. She panted as she sat on the last box frowning at the sight of her wet boxes hoping none of it was too badly damaged. She squeezed her hair trying to get some of the water out before looking around the dreary building full of unstocked shelves and pipes coming up from the basement out the ceiling into the second floor and out the roof. "Home sweet home..." she mumbled before getting up walking back outside into the alley between her new shop and the building next to it. <br><br>Lesslie used her cloak to keep the worst of the rain off of her circling around the building to the front side facing the cobblestone road. Lesslie took a look up at the sign on the building, her name in fresh paint dripping from the rain along with the line she drew threw the previous owners name. She frowned and clenched her fists in frustration. <em>I spent all day trying to get up there to paint that... now it's ruined... </em> she thought gloomily while her eyes drifted down to the boarded up shop window. She put her face in her palm unable to keep from thinking she'd made a mistake coming her.<br><br>Lesslie raised her head slightly hearing lighthearted singing from the tavern across the street. She took a deep breath and a long sigh walking across the street and through the door seeing the crowd inside.
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				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 03:12:22</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open <br><br>The general rowdiness and revelry of the homey inn often made it difficult for one to get a peaceful rest. As such the young dracmer sleeping in her bed above was made victim to all manner of tossing and turning, the sounds of partying seeping into her dreams, jarringly imposing themselves upon her tender moment in her mistresses arms. However as the bar seemed to suddenly explode in a flurry of song sleep didn't just become difficult, it became impossible. "Waaah!" Helia cried out as she awoke with a start, sending herself tumbling over the side of her small bed and hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Errmm..." the herm grumbled, wincing as she rubbed the back of her neck. <br><br>While it may have seemed foolish to try to sleep in the first place with the inn as lively as it was, Helia could hardly help it. Back in the Silk Bizarre she almost never stepped outside or saw the sky, as such the passing of the sun and moon held no sway on her sleep schedule, instead she had just sporadically napped throughout the day and night, usually after seeing a costumer. However she had quickly learnt after being released that this was not the way most people operated, and it was one of the harder things to adjust too for her. She tried to sleep at "normal" times, but she found herself unable to stay awake for so long. How was it that these people remained awake for 12 hours and longer? Her body seemed barely designed to accomplish such a thing.<br><br>That was neither here nor there, however, as she was definitely awake now. Letting out a long, head splitting yawn, Helia rose to her feet and pulled on her clothes, a simple pair of knee length shorts and a rather small top. Though fairly high quality her clothes obviously weren't meant to offer much coverage, providing neither modesty nor protection from the elements. Then again who wanted a prostitute covered head to toe in furs? It was just another reminder that she wasn't really equipped for this world. <br><br>With a small sigh Helia made her way down stairs to see the party growing ever louder, wincing a bit as the noise smashed at her brain like a set of hammers. She glanced out the window, thinking perhaps she could try to sleep outside, but the downpour of rain swiftly put an end to those plans. With a tired look in her eye Helia slowly managed to squeeze her way up to the bar, taking a shiny gold coin (one of the very few she had left remaining in her sachel) and placed it down in front of the owner, "Hungry" she said simply, her stomach grumbling loudly in agreement, though it was largely muted by the singing of the crowd. She had only been free for a few months now, and had yet to fully get down the value of money, something her mistress had always handled for her, but she had found that using one of the gold coins more or less always got her whatever she was asking for. Of course she was blissfully ignorant of the fact that she had been massively over paying for pretty much everything, and most of the merchants she came across weren't exactly in a hurry to correct her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 06:20:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/b9b3bfa9460bb7526299e25ac81799b5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacques "Jack" Loreseeker<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shigure, open<br><br>Nothing beats a lively performance at the bar, especially after making rounds around town in the middle of a downpour. Jack had to leave his cloak by the entrance to avoid leaving a mess along the way - wouldn't want to cause problems if he could help it after all. In the midst of the merrymaking and enjoying himself with a warm and hearty soup in his bowl (after all, soup is even better on a rainy day), Jack would notice someone clearly new in town. If he were allowed just one word to describe the man, it would probably be <em>intimidating</em>. The fact that the new guy just stared down two people off their seats further cemented his assessment.<br><br>Not one to pass up on a potential trouble that was brewing right in front of him, the young man picked up his half-finished bowl and excused himself. He approached the stern-looking swordsman with a relaxed gait, managing to slip by the more rowdy merrymakers with a self-taught grace before finally reaching the table.<br><br>"Hey there, I take it you're new in town?" Jacques called out to the man as he stood in front of the swordsman's table, with his bowl of soup still in one hand. He put on his affable smirk, which was something of a habit when he has a plan (whether for good or for mischief, heaven knows).<br><br>"It looks like the table has enough room, so you mind if I join you?" Jack added casually as he looked the man up from head to foot (not literally, since the table blocks most of the view). He figured he shouldn't get closer just yet, making sure the man wasn't in the mood to swing his blades around like his looks would imply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 08:06:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dylanpalmerblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/rangerweb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stanis<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong>The Present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Open<br><br>Stanis sat near the stage in the middle of the crowd among the rowdier patrons of the bar. The big woodsman had proven himself a danger to the unwary, and more than once an incautious elbow or a friendly slap on the back had threatened to kick off a brawl with him at the center. But Stanis had no interest in bar brawling, and his cheerful demeanor, large size, and willingnessto replace spilled drinks had kept him out if trouble so far.<br><br>He pounded his mug and slapped the table in time until the song came to an end, cheering for the singer and the man who's lap she ended up in. He raised his glass to them along with his fellows and went for a hearty sip, only to find it tragically empty. Not wanting to wait for a waitress, he hopped to his feet and made his way to the bar, doing his best to avoid jostling husband fellow patrons that hard.<br><br>He did an alright job of getting to the bar without incident, with only one spilled drink and a few toes trod upon before he made it. Once there he entered a spit vacated right next to Helia, squeezing in tightly between her and the man on the other side. He&nbsp; hollered for an ale and slamned hus mug down, his eye catching the shiny gold coin on the bar as he did. Seeing Helia as it's probable owner he gave her a cheerful grin. "Looks like you had a good day out there Miss!" he said, "I hope to be slapping gold down on that bar one day myself. Care to let me know where to earn that kind of coin? Or is it a trade secret?"<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 10:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsgojwaq5m.jpg)</div>Name: Johannah Laurus<br>Location: Slightly Lost<br>Time: Recent Past<br>Tagging: Maelynn, Open<br><br>&nbsp;Johanna was not happy. Not at all.<br>The request on the board had seemed simple enough - find a necklace that had been lost by a stream in the wood. There was some slight risk, as they had mentioned running when they thought they heard something in the wood, but it didn't seem like it would be too hard. There had even been a little map showing right where to go.<br><br>And Johanna had followed that map, had made a copy and taken it with her and followed it faithfully. <br>She should be looking at a nice little stream shaded by trees. Not a broad, swollen river whose banks seemed to be drowning beneath a wave of dark, tightly-packed forest trees. <br>Little stream, nice wood. That had been made clear to&nbsp; her. Not big river in a dark forest. <br>With a little grumbling pout, the petite blonde sat herself down to try and think this mess through.<br><br>(OOC: Maelynn wanted an earlier introduction into the game, so getting it done here, with Dhi's permission. Johanna she join the people in the present soon, hopefully.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 17:33:38</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Size:</strong> 5'9 163 lbs&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open <br><br>Just as the bartender was reaching forward to sweep up the reptilian woman's coin, he was cut off by the slam of a mug on the bar, a giant of a man roaring for more ale. Making the rather wise decision that this goliath's desires should probably take precedent over the petite dracmer, the bartender nodded and quickly turned to begin filling the mug with golden elixir (or golden piss water depending on how much of a "connoisseur" one considered themselves). <br><br>Agitated at being so rudely skipped over, Helia turned to the man, but any protest she might have raised was immediately forgotten as her eyes began trailing upwards to try and find where the man before her actually ended. Helia had been fairly tall herself, just a few inches short of being 6 feet tall, but this man completely dwarfed her and everyone else at the tavern, her slitted, emerald eyes going wide as she took in the imposing figure. <br><br>When the man pointed out her apparent wealth Helia quickly snatched up the coin and backed away a few steps, "Uh....ummm...." what was she supposed to say to that? "Become a slave and then get rescued by a group of knights?" It was the truth but she doubted it was the get rich quick scheme the man was looking for. For someone this big the price of disappointment must have been truly horrible, at least that's what Helia's frightened, half awake mind convinced her of at the time, "I-I-I...stole it?...." Helia finally stammered, was that a reasonable enough answer? After all someone could get any amount of money they wanted if they just took it, and for a man his size her "trade secret" would be something he himself could do...yeah, that worked right? Aside from the fact she had just accused herself of committing a crime, but she wasn't even thinking about that right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DazzlingCockroach</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 22:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img0.etsystatic.com/103/0/8153743/il_214x170.843391366_mei9.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kaea<br><strong>Location: </strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time: </strong>Afternoon, present minus five hours<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br><br>Kaea arrived in town in the middle of the afternoon, under grey skies and in a weird mood. On one hand, she was happy to be on the roads and to reach her first town as an adventurer, on the other she was slightly disappointed for her first trip to be so uneventful. She had been raised with stories of bandit-ridden roads, goblin-swarmed forests and mean people wanting bad stuff to happen. And yet here she was, she just walked two days without encountering a soul that didn't smile at her passing.<br><br>She walked into town wearing her long coat to ward off the afternoon chill. Underneath, she had a linen top stopping a few centimetres short of her navel. She was also wearing mid-thigh-long cotton shorts. Both in a shade of green under a brown-ish coat, she was meant to look rather discreet in the forests, which was totally offset by the tune she had been humming for the past two days.<br><br>Reaching the town square, she was once again disappointed by the stories she had been told. When heroes arrived in towns, there was always either someone to greet them or an immediate threat to be dealt with. Something to let the protagonist show off. And here again, nothing. She could see someone here and there going about their business, not paying a dime worth of attention to her.<br><br>Instead of pouting, a habit she was trying to break, Kaea lifted her arms in the air, opening her coat in the process, and yelled at the top of her lungs:<br>"<strong>Beware, Amberdale !</strong>"<br><br>Doing so, she focused all of her might to conjure the most impressive she could. At least, she would've done so, if conjuring was actually about creating a portal to the nether realms and thinking strongly about something impressive.<br>The purple sphere she knew formed in the middle of the town square, but instead of the fearsome creature she had expected, some kind of imp crawled out of it.<br><br>Red from horns to hooves, it was standing a few centimetres short of a meter tall. His furnished brow was nearly hiding his yellow eyes, but anyone could see how malicious they looked. His head was disproportionally big, along with his hands, and his high-pitched voice rapidly rang in the village as he started running around knocking stuff over.<br><br>Realising what was happening, Kaea started running after the small demon, desperately trying to knock it out with her walking stick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 01:40:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br><em>Three Hours Earlier</em><br><br>The strange man waited in the wood. He had a harsh gaze, short-cropped hair, musty rumpled clothes, and a scar across one cheek that just screamed "hardened criminal." He looked impatiently up at the sun for his contact - already late to arrive. He was in fact so intent on grumbling that he was surprised when he heard the cane tapping against the large hard shiny rocklike object in the cart. "So," let out a haughty voice, "is this the merchandise you promised?"<br><br>The voice belonged to a handsome yet arrogant one man, long blonde locks flashing in the sun, bearing a cane tipped with a huge diamond, and an outfit sewn by the finest tailor in town. One couldn't have had an easier time pegging him for what he was unless he was being followed by a troupe of cheerleaders shouting, "Give me a D... Give me an O... Give me a U..." <br><br>"Yeah..." the criminal countered. "This is it. Plucked from the middle of the woods. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."<br><br>"NO YOU WON'T YOU EVIL MISCREANTS!" Out from the wood came your typical armored hero, blade out and flashing, just spoiling for a fight. Much clashing of steel and witty banter followed, the results of which are actually not all that important for our purposes, as it was apparent from the swordplay that all three were too powerful to serve as protagonists for our little story. What is important is that during the fracas the brake axle of the cart was loosed and it rolled off into the water, which was bad for the hero, now with nothing to save, bad for the villains, who now had nothing to sell, and both good and bad for the package itself, which was now rushing down the river towards the town of Amberdale and the nearby treacherous waterfall.<br><br><em>Present Time</em><br><br>As Johanna fretted, something came floating towards her from the distance. It was hard to tell what it could be, but it did glint. The object came louder until the rock or whatever it was raced right past her. It was carrying something that gave off that strange glint. If one were a bit imaginative, or desperate, or both, the idea may have crossed one's mind that the glint might have come from some piece of jewelry jammed onto the large stone. Perhaps a bracelet for example. Or a necklace. Maybe even a necklace that had been lost by a stream in the wood. If such were the case, it certainly made sense to try and chase after it before it fell over the falls and was inevitably smashed into a million pieces and therefore irretrievable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 02:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsgojwaq5m.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Johannah Laurus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Still Lost<br><strong>Time</strong>: Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn<br><hr>Attempts to get the map to make sense by looking at it and grumbling had, shockingly, not been much of a success. In fact, the only thing Johanna had managed to accomplish was, as usual, almost setting fire to it by accident. She'd managed to put it out in time and it was mostly intact, but still telling her that she was supposed to be looking at a nice relaxing gentle stream, instead of this big river. <br><br>She glared a little at the offending body of water, then blinked when her eyes, usually one of her weakest senses, picked out something shiny stuck to a ... a something. Maybe a rock or a bit of wood, she didn't really care. This, hopefully, could be what she was here for and if it wasn't ... it was still shiny, and that had to count for something. <br><br>With a relieved little smile she set her glasses and belongings down carefully and made her way carefully into the water. She was quickly weighed down by her shirt and breeches, but still paddled out as vigorously as she could into the river, aiming herself to where her slow path would cross the rather more rapid progress of the shiny floaty thing. <br>After that, all she had to do was gather up the odd floating thing in her arms, and to push herself towards the bank with her discovery held tightly to her chest.<br><br>She had no idea what she had, but she had it and, hopefully, after a few minutes of rest she could do more than lay next to it beside the river, her drenched clothing clinging to her body in a way that would probably have been much more interesting if she actually had more of a chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 03:46:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br>The odd floating thing appeared to be a big rock. There was a jewel encrusted somewhere in the top, but, unfortunately, definitely not a necklace. And for a moment it just did what rocks did - sit there innocuously. But then the sunlight peeked through the trees and struck the gem. And then the rock started doing some very un-rocklike things. It rocked. (OK, so maybe that's not so un-rocklike.) It rolled. It twisted and turned. It jumped. It just generally moved about in ways that Newton insisted that rocks don't do without outside forces to act upon them.<br><br>And then it exploded. Little rocky pieces flew everywhere, and where there once was a rock, there was now a girl. A small girl. Very small, taller than Johanna, but also lighter in frame. Sporting short brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and wearing nought but a small flimsy dress that was almost translucent in the sun. Out of her head grew two small black antennae - they really couldn't be anything else. And they sure as heck matched the two large sea-green butterfly wings growing from her back.<br><br>The girl stood there passively, eyes closed. And then they fluttered open. And focused on Johanna. And then she joyously chirped out, <strong>"Fivesister!"</strong> &nbsp;and leapt towards the girl, wrapping her arms around her blonde savior.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 03:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dylanpalmerblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/rangerweb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stanis<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong>The Present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Open<br><br>When the woman said she stole her money, Stanis's eyes narrowed in suspicion for just a moment. But Stanis came from an isolated town and the tailed elf woman hardly fit his image of what a thief looked like. Plus it was beyond his imagining that any thief would admit such to him in a crowded bar, especially after guarding her own money so fearfully. So the woodsman decided that she must be joking and belted out a long and hearty laugh while pounding his fist on the table. <br><br>Once he'd calmed he glanced about himself and realized he'd usurped the woman's place at he bar, the empty space she made was quickly filled b another thirsty patron. "Did I take your spit Miss? That won't do at all! Take my place. I'll make sure the barkeep sees you this time!" said Stanis, raising his hand to beckon Helia back to the bar before he turns, bellowing for the barkeep for service. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 03:58:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsgojwaq5m.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Johannah Laurus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Still Lost<br><strong>Time</strong>: Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn<br><hr><br>As the rock began to move, Johanna pulled herself up onto her knees, more concerned now with the oddly moving thing than with her own wet, clinging clothing. She wasn't afraid, not yet, but the odd movements had her concerned and as the apparent rock exploded open she shielded heself behind her arm with a scared, squeaky little yelp. And then ... <br><br>... and then she hard arms around her and a soft, warm body pressed against her as the occupant of the clearly-not-a-rock leapt on her, knocking the blonde over onto her back as the slightly taller girl wrapped her arms around her. <br>It was hardly the best time, but Johanna's mind had a tendency to drift in certain directions and, well, there was this soft, feminine body wrapped around her, and she reddened even though her own arms unconsciously circled the waist of her ... whatever she was to her.<br><br>"Five ... sister?" she repeated softly, startled by the exclamation as much as everything else. "I take it that's a good thing? I ... never had a sister before, though ... and, um. Who are you? I'm ... I'm Johanna." She tried to stop her eyes from trailing around what she could see of the brunette's body, but her only success was in stopping her hands from doing the same thing, keeping them in the unexpected mutual embrace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 04:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br>"I'm Maelynn! And well of course it's a good thing to be fivesisters! Were we not placed in our pupa just so we could emerge to be..." The question stopped as she felt around her back and searched for something that was... missing. Mae's eyes widened as she tried to take in this as yet unrevealed fact and reconcile it with her worldview. "Fivesister Johanna! Where... where are your wings? Did... did you not get them?" Her voice was tinged with both concern and just a bit of horror. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 04:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsgojwaq5m.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Johannah Laurus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Still Lost<br><strong>Time</strong>: Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn<br><hr>"I ..." There was another little squeak and a further reddening of her cheeks as those hands explored her back. "I'm pretty sure I'm not meant to have wings. I found your pupa in that river over there and stopped it from going over the waterfall. Wings would be nice, especially pretty ones like yours ..." Her hand drifted a little up Maelynn's back before she caught herself and stopped it. "But I'm not ... not like you, I think."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 04:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br>"So...you're...not...Lepi..." Mae took this in slowly. A few tears formed in the corners of her eyes for what was lost. But then she brightened for what she had. Johannah was not Lepi, but neither was she an evil Webber apparently. And on her back, Maelynn could feel her own wings, the source of joy for any Lepidopteran. And that brought her curious mind to what came next. "My wings! Um... yes... I have to... um..." She pulled back around and softly and tenderly removed Johanna's glasses. And then leaned forward and...<br><br>Looked in to see her reflection for the first time since emergence. "Yes! My Wings! They are... They're just what I imagined as a larva!" She jumped for joy. And stayed up. Laughing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 04:51:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsgojwaq5m.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Johannah Laurus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Still Lost<br><strong>Time</strong>: Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn<br><hr><br>For a moment after Maelynn jumped up Johanna looked a little upset that the hug or whatever it had been was over. <br>That passed quickly, though, and she rose up to her feet, putting her glasses back on as she did. <br>"I, ah ... didn't know there were people like you around here," she began, a little awkwardly. "I've not been here too long, but you're the first Lepi I've seen around Amberdale. But your wing are very ... very pretty." She blushed as she made her awkward attempt at flirting. It wasn't something she did very well or often, but the butterfly girl <em>was</em> quite pretty and ... and she wasn't at all sure what she was doing but she was going to do it!<br>"Do you know how far up river your pupa was?" She asked. "I could help you get back if ... if you want me. To help."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 05:39:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br>"You would help me find my Kaleido? Oh Fivesister!" The butterfly girl swooped in and nearly knocked the little mage down as she embraced her again. "You are truly the best fivesister one could have, even if you are wingless. Brave, and wise, and true, and pretty with your hair of straw." Now Mae was swinging Johanna around, using her wings to catch the wind as they spun. "And we shall be as close as any fivesisters and brothers could be, even if we are but two, and do all that fivesisters do - travel the wood and flit on the wood and play in the flowers and soar on the wind and dance in the moonlight and..." she paused for a moment as deep brown eyes swam in blue, "...and all that fivesisters do..." The breathy promise in her voice was of more than just adventure.<br><br>"So... this... Amberdale... what is it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 05:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Johannah Laurus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Still Lost<br><strong>Time</strong>: Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn<br><hr>"A-all that they do?" While being hugged and swung around was nice, that breathy promise and the way those brown eyes looked at her made Johanna ... well, she wasn't entirely sure, but it felt both incredibly good and incredibly scary at the same time. "I think I-I'd like that," she half-stammered, half-squeaked back as she held onto Maelynn until the spinning stopped. Well, she had meant to let go at that point, but quickly forgot to actually do so. "Amberdale's a town. Buildings, lots of people, that sort of thing. What was the place you came from like?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 06:10:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br>"The Rose Kaleido lies deep in the wood, in Swallowtail country," Mae recited, almost as if from a dream. "And around there are many of the other clans of the Lepi - Monarchs and Helicons and Morphos and also the Whitewings who sleep at day but fly in the moonlight." &nbsp;It was all so real, she could almost taste it - that bittersweet flavor of home lost. "We live in the trees, watched over by our KaleidoMother. We hatch as larvae without wings and we learn to find the flowers and crawl and walk and then we grow and wear our training wings as we have our first taste of wind and air and love. Then the time comes and we make our pupa, together with our fivebrothers and fivesisters knowing that we will emerge with our wings... five but one..." And again, she began to choke up, for of the five, she was only one, and she did not know what became of the other four.<br><br>She only had one fivesister now. Somehow she choked back the tears. "This... Amberdale. Is it your Kaleido?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 06:19:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Johannah Laurus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Still Lost<br><strong>Time</strong>: Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn<br><hr>Johanna had never heard of any of those places, but they did sound lovely. What didn't sound so good was the little sounds of distress coming from Maelynn and, without realizing that she had done so, Johanna soon had her arms back around her in an attempt as reassurance. "Don't ... don't get upset." She told her, needing to tilt her head back to meet her gaze when they were this close. "I mean it when I say I'll help you find them again." A hand wandered up, brushed against the taller girl's cheek. "I just ... just don't know any of those places. But I've not been here long, so maybe someone in Amberdale does, and we can ask around?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 06:25:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> Recent Past<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna<br><br>Maelynn put on a brave face and smiled, a trace of red coloring her cheek as her new friend's hand brushed it. "All right fivesister." Her own hand found its way through the hair that color of straw she found so fascinating. "We shall go and ask. And thank you. I... don't know what would have happened if the winds had not brought you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 17:37:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, open <br><hr>That she kept odd hours was one of the things that had quickly become known about the tiny mage that had recently taken up residence in the Vine and Horn along with an ... interesting companion. Even though it was hardly the crack of dawn she came down to the tavern part of the building wrapped in a long white dressing gown, her blonde hair lying half-brushed across her shoulders. And, it seemed, a faint flush of colour across her cheeks as she slipped through the crowd to reach the bar, just a little way down from Helia and Stanis. That flush (born from her newest, only-just-finished work involving a young woman seduced and enslaved by the addictive milk -and breasts- of a werecow who bore more than a passing resemblance to a farmer Johanna had recently met) only grew as, despite herself, Johanna's eyes roamed over the pair. Stanis' sheer size, especially compared to her own tininess, had an obvious appeal, as did the pretty dragon-lady's more exotic form. <br><br>Still, it was rude to just stare at a woman's hips or a man's crotch without introducing yourself, so Hanna forced her eyes up to meet Helia's, the nearest of the two. "Hello," she began shyly, after ordering herself a light (and late) breakfast. "I'm Johanna. Who might ... might you two be?" <br>She tried to keep the curious and admiring glances to a minimum and to be discreet with them, but the mage wasn't all that good at actually doing either of those things, although hopefully the other two wouldn't notice or take offense.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 19:35:17</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Size:</strong> 5'9 163 lbs&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stanis, Johannah, open <br><br>For a tense moment that felt like a small eternity, Helia stood there beneath the giant man's suspicious gaze. Had she said something wrong? Was he angered by her answer? What was going on? Should she apologize? Would this man do anything in such a crowded bar? Would anyone be able to stop him if he did? Surely she couldn't. However instead of pile driving her until she was no more, the man simply slammed his fist down on the bar and belted out a hearty laugh, and for a brief moment Helia's scales metaphorically turned ghostly white before the timid creature realized she was probably off the hook. "Uh...yeah...heheh..." she said, joining in the man's laughter with a nervous chuckle. <br><br>When the man suddenly offered her his spot at the bar Helia found a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Perhaps this man wasn't as intimidating as she first thought. Then again Helia tended to be instantly more trusting of anyone who helped her procure food, so perhaps she was just trading one misguided opinion of the man for another. Taking his hand she leaned in towards the front of the bar and placed her coin down again, "Thank you" the half breed said softly, giving him a bowing nod of her head. This time the bar keeper snatching it up and calling back for the cooks to carve her up some mutton. <br><br>The plate had just slid in front of her and she was about to sink her teeth into it when a voice suddenly called out from behind them. Raising a brow Helia turned her head to see a woman in a rather unfittingly elegant looking gown, her golden blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes making her stand out like a sore thumb in such a ruckus tavern (not that the woman with purple scales and a lizard tail had any place to talk). Helia followed the woman's gaze as it swept across her body. She knew what the look meant, after all most of her interactions with strangers had begun with such looks, and then ended with sticky cuddling, and obviously having been raised to accept such things she took no offense. If anything the dracmer girl seemed to subconsciously turn her body at an angle that would better show off her form to the woman's appraising eye, as if unknowingly defaulting to her old training, "Greetings m'lady" Helia said with a respectful bow, much deeper than the simple nod she had given Stanis, detecting a more noble air from this woman and thus granting her a larger show of respect, "Helia ma'am" she answered promptly, catching the woman's eye once her gaze finally returned from it's lingering, "Was there, something you needed of me?" Helia asked, still not used to the idea of people coming up and greeting one another for no reason other than small talk. Usually when someone of such a regal disposition came up to her it was for one very specific purpose, and based on the woman's hungered glances she was starting to think perhaps that was her goal after all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hobbes1266</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 23:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s32.postimg.org/euiw66c5h/Screenshot_2016_04_21_13_45_41_1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lesslie Alkens<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> The present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Johannah, open<br><br>Lesslie took off her soaked cloak once inside the boisterous tavern, displaying her slightly layered, wet, dress that had been hidden beneath. She moved out of the way of the door to a secluded corner of the tavern taking a seat alone not wanting to disturb anyone. Lesslies purple eyes swam across the room from one patron to the next wondering what stories they had to tell,&nbsp; her eyes briefly met with the waitress who paid her no mind, busy flirting with a drunk patron for tips. <br><br>She saw a few groups in the tavern enjoying their drinks and company, a few seemed to have the look of adventurers, two groups that she thought were noteworthy, at the bar, a large man, possibly a dwarfed giant, a girl with purple hair and matching scales on her exotic tail and limbs and a short girl with blonde hair, far too nicely dressed to be someone common, and at a table two lean men, one with an intimidating demeanor the other seeming more puckish and lighthearted. She thought a moment and bit her lip. She fished her hand around inside of the pocket sown into her dress pulling out a silver coin, looking at it in her hand. "Heads... I'll go to the bar... tails... those men at the table..." she muttered to herself before tossing it into the air watching to see how it would fall. When it clattered against the wooden table she looked down seeing the face of some royalty too worn from time and use to be recognizable. She palmed the coin taking a deep breath before standing to her feet.<br><br><em>Let's just sit back down... why should I listen to some stupid coin?</em> she thought as her trembling legs moved as if on their own towards the bar extremely nervous at the thought of what could happen talking to these people she'd never so much as spoken to before. Before she knew it, Lesslie stood just behind the large man and the scaled woman. She closed her eyes remaining quiet as they spoke not wanting to interupt them, awkwardly standing directly behind them hoping not to be noticed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 01:25:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Lesslie, open <br><hr>Sat with the delicate poise and posture that had, eventually, been hammered into her, Johanna did, admittedly, look every part the tiny young noble, even if she wasn't at all aware of how obvious she was. This was simply how she'd been taught to sit and gesture and act and, much like the whole 'I Should Not Use Fire Inside' thing, repetition had burned it into her instincts at this point. <br>Helia's response was met with a gracious smile and a complete inability to even think of a way to respond past the rote, memorized stuff. <br>None of which covered what to do when she shifted and Johanna found her eyes lost tracing down her bare sides and stomach, across her hips and towards the enticing, rather more masculine seeming shorts and their contents.<br><br>Then she remembered again that it was rude to stare, especially like that and, blushing, turned her head to the side. "I just ... just wanted to say hello. To the two of you, I mean. You look like fellow adventuring types and ... and ..." her eyes slid slowly up Helia's tail, apparently as interested in that appendage as in the more conventionally attractive areas.<br>"I ... I'm sorry," she half-mumbled as she forced herself to look away again. "I should not have been staring like that." Especially not if she was going to be caught doing so, as she suspected she had been. At least the man hadn't given any sign that he'd realized that she'd been eying his crotch just as lustfully.<br><br>"Oh! Were - were you waiting to get to the bar?" She asked abruptly, as she noticed the alchemist's presence and, grateful for the distraction, addressed her directly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 02:12:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Helia, Stanis, Lesslie, Open<br><br>"Fivesister! Fivesister!" A small, odd girl with butterfly wings entered the bar and made a beeline (or would that be butterflyline?) for Johanna, knocking down at least three glasses and a plate in her hurry. Apparently, she would have to learn how to keep her wings out of the way - not that she hadn't been trained before, but the Lepi were most certainly and <em>outside</em> sort of people, and so Mae didn't have a whole lot of experience with this whole <em>inside</em> thing. Especially crowded sorts of inside. "Ah, fivesister, there you are." She looked around at the others, finally realizing that the wizard wasn't alone. "Oh - Fivesister. Are these your friends?" She hadn't mentioned any friends as such, but she figured fivesister must have some.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hobbes1266</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 02:33:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s32.postimg.org/euiw66c5h/Screenshot_2016_04_21_13_45_41_1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lesslie Alkens<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern <br><strong>Time:</strong> The present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Johannah, open <br><br>Lesslie stayed quiet and still while the short girl spoke , more of a stammer really, to the scaled woman, though Lesslie couldn't really make out what she was saying. Lesslie jumped with a small squeek her eyes shooting open as she heard the mage speak towards her. She stood blankly her face pink, her mouth half open trying to find the words to talk, her throat suddenly feeling very dry her heart thumping so loud she would have swore the entire tavern could hear. "I-I-I... I um..." she stopped and took a deep breath swallowing a lump in her throat. "N-no... I just didn't have anyone to sit with... I... this was a bad idea... I'm sorry..." she said shyly stumbling backwards before steadying herself forcing herself to calmly walk outside into the rain, accidentally leaving her cloak on the floor beside the three at the bar. <br><br>Lesslie put her face in her hands embarrassed taking a moment to compose herself gently slapping her cheek a few times to regain her senses. She took a deep breath starting to walk across the street.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 03:50:25</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Size:</strong> 5'9 163 lbs&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Street outside the bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stanis, Johannah, Lesslie, open <br><br>Helia stared at the woman expectantly, though as the woman continued to stare and fumble for words the draconian woman found her gaze beginning to drift back towards her plate of mutton. Gods was she hungry, she wished she could eat, however decorum dictated that she couldn't just start chowing down while in the middle of polite conversation, especially with someone who appeared to be of higher birth. She had done that once before and received a swift reprimand from her mistress, and had made sure never to let it happen again. Still it would help if the woman got to the point, she didn't mind the staring, but if that was all she wanted she could have just said as much. <br><br>As the girl finally began to speak Helia cocked her head to the side in confusion, "Adventuring types...?" she repeated, clearly confused. Like a hero or something? Glancing back up at the tall man she supposed he looked like he fit the description all right, but Helia was about as far from an adventurer as one could get, in her own mind at least. However before she could correct the woman the blonde changed the topic, apologizing for her staring, "Oh it's quite alright, I'm used to being evaluated. It reminds me of home actually..." she said, offering the woman a small smile, since she obviously thought it was a bigger deal than it was. "sorry if I am simply making presumptions, but if the rest of your body is as interested as your eyes are I-"<br><br>However she never finished that sentence, as she suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, able to feel someone close behind her, not like the other mass of people behind her mind you, more like someone who was standing there deliberately. The noble woman was quick to confirm her suspicions, pointing out the purple haired girl standing behind them. "Hmmm?" Helia mused, craning her head back to peer over her shoulder at the woman. For a brief moment she smirked as she took in her visage, it was like a paler version of herself...well, except for the eyes, and the scaleless limbs, and the tail was a completely different shape...actually now that she thought about the only thing they really had in common was the hair wasn't it. Helia turned to the woman to better hear here, but it seemed whatever plague had marred the noble woman's talking skills had afflicted this young woman as well. Instinctively Helia clasped a hand over her lips, not wanting to contract whatever the strange disease attacking people's vocal chords was. <br><br>However unlike the blonde woman this woman's timidness was taken to a whole new level, as she bated a hasty retreat from the bar, seemingly heading straight out the door. For a moment Helia looked back to the other two, brow cocked in confusion, her expression asking them a question they obviously didn't hold the answer too, "Forgive me if this sounds rude, but are all women in this village so...hmmm, 'bashful' I guess is the word? It seems odd that you would approach someone only to immediately run away..." Helia questioned, sounding rather earnest in her inquiry since she really had little reference for how people in the outside world were supposed to act. Kneeling down she scooped up a cloak off the ground and sniffed at it curiously. As she suspected the same scent from the woman clung heavily to the garment.<br><br>&nbsp;"excuse me for a moment" Helia said to the two, making her way out the bar in the other woman's wake. Stepping outside Helia was immediately hit by the damp and the chill of the pouring rain. She hated the cold, doubly so when it came slamming down onto her none stop, but she continued on regardless, "Oi!" Helia called out when she spotted the familiar head of purple hair, reaching out and clasping the girl's shoulder with a clawed hand, "you forgot this..." she said plainly, her expression stoic yet dutiful, holding the cloak out to the woman as the rain continued to pour down around them. "It's too late to avoid getting wet, but regardless someone will probably steal this if you leave it there" she said, her body seeming to tremble slightly in the cold weather, but she didn't let it show on her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yarnover</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 05:34:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Tethys.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248042.msg12270991#msg12270991)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Just arriving at the gates -&gt; The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, present minus five hours<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kaea, Patrick Milgram (and anyone else interested in the Strange Tunes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248065.msg12272917#msg12272917) quest.<br><br>A lone red-haired lass trudged forward in the dirt. She had found the main road leading to Amberdale surprisingly lonely ever since she'd been booted out the caravan she'd tagged along with. She knew they were growing close to their next destination and the proximity had made her a bit too chatty for the drivers to handle, apparently. Now gray skies above matched her unusually sullen mood. It had only been a little more than an hour since the wagon wheels had left her behind but to the naive miss it seemed like DAYS! <br><br>"Uugh!" she erupted in a rather unladylike vocalization, tossing her head back dramatically. Her feet hurt. Her arms ached from dragging her only belongings in a sack behind her. Her but still ached from falling on it when she was literally kicked to the curb. She rubbed that final body part absently and looked down the road once again. At first she thought her eyes might have been deceiving her but a squint and a somewhat awkward lean forward made her feel pretty certain that there was a settlement ahead.<br><br>"At last!" She yelled, and at once lost all of the whiny, tried and tired mood that had so engulfed her just seconds before. She continued down the path, with a hopeful smile and as each step made the gates of Amberdale more apparent, she became more of her usual lively self. A song bubbled out of her happiness and she began humming a tune that made the remaining traveling time seem to fly by. Callie so hated being alone and the thought of a town, a meal and people - who would inevitably love song - was practically making her giddy. The humm had become singing and the spring in her step evolved to a full-on dance by the time she'd reached the town.<br><br><acronym title="Seaweed of the yellow cliff. Irish seaweed."><em>"Dúlamán na binne buí<br>Dúlamán Gaelach<br>Dúlamán na binne buí<br>Dúlamán Gaelach"</em></acronym><br><br>She sang jauntily; a pat-ching!, pat-ching! rhythm set with each step. Suddenly her bags seemed a fraction of their weight and her scant dancer's shoes seemed to not let in the sting of the pebbles as easily and she found herself at the unguarded open gates soon enough. Her song simmered down to a hum once more as she made her way in and she patted her legs, now conscious of the road dust upon them. A few curious and friendly faces greeted her and she smiled somewhat bashfully. "Dúlamán na binne buí." She began again somewhat restrained. She had sight of what she thought the main town square and knew if ever there were a place to make a beeline for, this was a safe bet. "Dúlamán Gae-" she stopped suddenly, her ears catching some seeming threat.<br><br>"Beware, Amberdale !" she turned and searched out the speaker, finding the other redhead in time to see her cast an impressive (to Callie at the very least!) conjuration. She gasped as the imp appeared and took off but giggled a bit when she caught the sorceress chase after him. She thought she should offer to help in catching the monster but second guessed that idea - a rare exhibition of restraint - when she considered the lady's warning. Besides... she could hear the sound of carousing ahead! <br><br>The taproom of the Vine and Horn was a welcome sight, one that had her feeling at home. She gave a grin and tossed her bag aside the door before making it over to the bar. "I'm gonnae need some water to start with..." she 'requested' "but don't go thinkin' that means I'm cheap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hobbes1266</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 05:41:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s32.postimg.org/euiw66c5h/Screenshot_2016_04_21_13_45_41_1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lesslie Alkens<br><strong>Location:</strong> Road between the Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern and Lesslie<del>Rorik'</del>s shop of wonders! <br><strong>Time:</strong> The present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, open<br><br>Lesslie continued her stride an ironic smile gracing her lips chuckling at her own foolishness back at the Inn, quickly halting with a startled jump as she felt a hand on her shoulder starting to stumble. Lesslies foot slid in a muddy puddle causing her to fall backwards, barely keeping from falling on her rump by clinging to the clawed hand, half leaning on its owner. After scrambling to regain her footing Lesslie turned around to face the draconic woman, looking up standing roughly five inches shorter than her. "I-I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" She asked looking her up and down worried she may have hurt her somehow in the fall before a blush grew on her cheeks seeing the enticing body before her covered in gooseflesh from the cold during her examination. She blinked for a moment looking up at the woman as she spoke. She blushed and smiled seeing her cloak. "I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have left that there... thank you... I didn't mean to make a scene like I did. You didn't have to do that..." she said in fairly fast succession stroking her fingers through her wet hair before grabbing her cloak thinking a moment. "I... don't really have a way to pay you back... but feel free to visit my shop any time." She said pointing to the building across from the inn with her thumb. "I... guess I should get going unless you have something else you need."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 05:57:46</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://dylanpalmerblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/rangerweb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stanis<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Taver<br><strong>Time:</strong>The Present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Johanna, Lesslie, Maelynn<br><br>Stanis stepped aside for Helia and kept out a weather eye to make sure the barkeep brought her order. "You're welcome Miss. If you ever need help with a inattentive barman, give old Stanis a call and he'll set 'em straight." he said as the plate of food appeared in front of the girl. It would have been untruthful to day that the big man hadn't been holding out a tiny hope out that she might show him some appreciation in the form of a mug of ale, but those thoughts evaporated when he turned to see what the purple haired girl was looking at.<br><br>The blonde woman was stunning, and her appraising gaze was flattering, but what really made Stanis stand there speechless was the fact that Helia was suddenly tripping all over herself to be polite and deferential to the woman. The way the two stared at each other he was starting to wonder if he should give them some space, and barely had time to mutter out. "Stanis, pleased to meet ya" before things started happening faster than he could keep track of.<br><br>First, another strange but beautiful woman appeared, obviously a friend of Johanna's, and he gave her a quick nod before Lesslie, who he hadn't even noticed was there, hastily took her leave and left her cloak behind. Helia grabbed the garment before Stanis was halfway bent over and left to return it to its owner. With a shrug he reached over and took Helia's plate of food, holding it out of reach of any would be pilferers. He called to the barkeep, "I'll be taking the lady's change too if you don't mind." before returning his attention to the pair of women next to him. "If you see her before I do, let her know I kept her dinner for her." he said. "Now, is there anything I can get for the two of you? I tend to get served pretty quick when I want."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 06:08:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/c7/07/c707481bd6bc3b28e389686e5f7fe72e.jpg?173701)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrick Milgram<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Callie Rhodes (assuming Johanna and Maelynn join after quest starts in the forest?)<br><br>While to many, Amberdale was another waypoint on a journey, a connections to adventures ahead, for Patrick, it was home. It wasn't a good home, either. When all he knew was half-slavery to a demanding musician whose changing goals and orders seemed to never end, one could imagine his dislike of the place. It was only recently that he had begun to stay out late, to avoid going "home". It wasn't hard. Despite the often changing population, Amberdale was a relatively safe place. The only thing he really found himself bothered by was actually sleeping on the ground somewhere, what with all the things happening at all hours of day. Every corner of Amberdale seemed to be lively at all times of day and night. It was endearing, his hometown, but also irritating. Very irritating.<br><br>More irritating was the fact that, as one of the permanent residents of this place (though not for much longer, he hoped), the other residents knew him. Which meant that, even though he had slept curled up outside at the corner of a house, he still couldn't quite escape the eccentric musician if the man was determined. And when it came to free labor, boy was the man determined. The parchment was written in chickenscratch only Patrick could decipher, and even then, only on a good day. Squinting at it, he could barely make out "collect for miniharp objects -&gt; map find friends DANGER". Below, a bunch of scribbles, or perhaps the promised map? Rolling up the quest scroll, Patrick grumbled as he straightened his back. Stupid as the eccentric musician might be, when he said "DANGER", he definitely meant something.<br><br>Maybe if he was lucky, he'd be able to palm off the entire quest on someone else and go on his merry way. Goodness knows he wouldn't be able to claim the so-called reward. It'd just be "confiscated" as soon as it was given. At least with other adventurers, the man would have to honor what he wrote on the paper...whatever it was. In the end, though, they'd probably need Patrick, if only to read the map. Somehow, that excited him, loathe as he was to admit it.<br><br>He entered the bar, nodding familiarly at the bouncer, then the bartender. He had just woken up and his hair was still a mess; he hadn't managed to sleep until the tavern finally cleared out at four in the morning. The news about the quest had come far too soon after his rude awakening, too, and groaning, he made his way to the bar and sat himself down, paying no attention to the red-haired dancer next to him for the time being. "Pint of your strongest, man. You know whose tab to put it on." It was a small jab in the side of the most influential man in his life, but he did what he could. "Look at what he gave me. A quest. A fucking quest. Tells me to find others. He's mocking me, the bastard." Patrick grunted, waving the paper around with annoyance. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 06:38:04</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Size:</strong> 5'9 163 lbs&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Street outside the bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lesslie, open <br><br>Helia rose a brow as the woman almost comedically slipped and bumbled around from the mere touch of her shoulder. Had the reptilian elf not been there to prop her up the girl would likely be rolling through the mud right now. As such Helia didn't mind having the girl cling to her so desperately, even gently pressed a hand to her back to help get her upright again. When the woman asked if she was ok Helia gave a curt shake of her head, "No not really, it's cold and wet and I can feel my blood flow starting to become sluggish...but that's not really your fault" Helia murmured matter of factly, her long tail winding itself around her leg in an attempt to maintain what body heat she could in this down pour. <br><br>When the woman apologized Helia simply gave her a dismissive shake of the head, "It's fine I think..." she said, not wanting to speak for the others back at the bar. For all she knew they could all be massively offended by the woman's sudden departure, Helia on the other hand just thought it was weird, not necessarily offensive. When she mentioned paying her back Helia cocked her head in confusion, clearly not understanding what she meant, "why would you pay me? This is already your property" she asked, something that could be mistaken for a snarky joke if her quizzical expression didn't seem so genuine. Gazing up at the shop the shorter woman pointed out Helia stared at it for a moment before nodding, "Rorik's shop of wonders, got it..." she muttered, wondering what kind of things a wonder shop sold...she imagined they must be rather wonderful at the very least. <br><br>With the cloak delivered Helia was about to turn to head back, but stopped when the woman mentioned her needing something else...hmmmm? Something else she needed? Well she didn't really NEED anything from this woman she figured...but there was one thing that seemed to scratch at her mind, "Well...I think you can probably try to be more courageous...or I guess honest with yourself is a better way to put it..." Helia suddenly said, seeming to bring the topic up out of no where, "There are a lot of people who don't have the freedom to do as they please, not even something as simple as going to tavern to meet friends. You shouldn't waste the freedom you have by holding yourself back, otherwise those without it will think you're wasting it..." She explained. <br><br>Though they weren't exactly her own words of wisdom, more paraphrasing something an old "friend" used to say. Because of her close ties to the mistress, Helia had always been given more freedom and privileges than the other slaves, however despite that she used to mostly stick to her own room and never leave or try to make use of the slack that was given to her. At first she thought it was a good thing, that she wasn't flaunting her privileges in front of the others, but as it turned out the other slaves had hated her even more for it. As one of the girls explained it, the fact that she didn't use her extra freedom made the others feel like it was being wasted, like she was getting special treatment and couldn't be bothered to take advantage of it, as if the thing they all pined for wasn't even important to begin with. It was as if freedom itself was a limited resource that was being burnt up on doing nothing. She wasn't sure how much she really agreed with it, nor did she know if it even really applied in this world, but it seemed like a wise thing to say in the moment, "Then again it's not like those people are in a position to do anything about it anyways...so I guess it might not really matter in the end..." Helia mused, seeming to be half talking to herself at this point, and with that rather muddled life lesson Helia turned and took her leave, "Bye Rorik" she said, waving goodbye to the purple haired girl with the tip of her tail, but otherwise not looking back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 08:06:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Lesslie, Maelynn, open <br><hr>Stanis' reply prompted a small, shy smile from the blonde, before her her attempt to speak to the purple-haired girl caused her to bolt. <br>As her face fell, Johanna had started to rise to her feet to follow her but stopped when Helia took after her. She didn't have quite as much trouble talking to others, but she had enough to recognize the signs in the other girl and knew that crowding afer her would just make matters worse, even though she wanted to apologize for scaring her off like that.<br><br>Still, there was Maelynn's arrival to deal with, and the trail of knocked and jostled individuals that she left behind her. Johanna quietly hoped that her wings wouldn't provoke any sort of hostility, but despite that it was, as always, good to see her.<br>"I'd like to hope so in the future," she sighed in response to her question. "But you saw how good my attempts at making friends go. It only ever seems to work if I pull them out of a river first. Oh!" She shifted slightly as she remembered something, putting aside the dragon-lady's words for the moment. "I've found us a little adventuring job. It's out in the woods, so I think you'll like it, collecting wood and gossamer for a musician to make things from. It shouldn't be too hard, and the reward is something I'd rather like. You don't have to come with me, though, of course." But, while Johanna had funds enough to support herself for a while, her finances hadn't been arranged with a supporting two people in mind. Still, a little something to help her magic would let her (hopefully) manage more risker - and better paying - jobs, not that she would ever bring up something like money with Maelynn. She didn't want the other girl to feel that she had any sort of obligation to her, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hobbes1266</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 17:27:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s32.postimg.org/euiw66c5h/Screenshot_2016_04_21_13_45_41_1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lesslie Alkens<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street outside of L s l<em>ie</em><del>Ro</del>ri<del>k</del>'s shop of wonders!<br><strong>Time:</strong> The present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, open<br><br>Lesslie frowned self-consciously as the scaled woman told her of the trouble the cold was causing her, blaming herself despite the reasurance that it wasn't her fault. She shifted on her feet feeling guilty without a response coming to her mind. She blinked not sure whether or not to be offended by the womans response. "You did something nice for me... it's polite to return the favor..." she mumbled nervously glancing down, her eyes on the purple tail wrapped around the womans leg.<br><br>Her mind was snapped away from her muddled thoughts as she heard the advice the fellow purple haired woman spoke. She nodded feeling somehow ashamed of herself like she would as a child being reprimanded by her parents. "I-I... guess I could do that..." she said shyly.<br><br>As the woman began to leave she blushed and frowned. "My names not... Ror... ik..." she said too quiet to be heard finishing just as the womans waving tail was blocked behind the door of the tavern. She smacked herself in the forehead with a sigh turning to go back to her shop seeing the paint on her sign practically illegible from the rain leaving the name of the original owner. <br><br>She got inside dripping water on the wooden floor as she shuffled over to the&nbsp; far wall lighting a lamp. She did her best to dry off before opening a crate of books pulling one out, a blush returning to her cheeks as she read the title. "Pirates plundered my bootie..." she almost purred aloud to herself as she took it over to the light sitting down to read and forget the events of earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 01:22:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Helia, Stanis, Lesslie, Open<br><br>Maelynn nodded eagerly. "I will go where you go. We are fivesisters, after all." The nature of the bond was practically a geasa, which was why slavers treasured Lepidopteran cocoons so. And why it was a lucky thing that hers was rescued by Johanna, rather than someone more insidious. &nbsp;"And I would not worry. One like you will make many friends, I am sure." Of course, being the one pulled out of the not-so-proverbial river probably biased the butterfly-girl's opinion somewhat. "This trip to the woods, Mr. Stanis," she asked, turning to the man, "are you going as well? And does this... um... place... does it have nectar?"<br><br>This <em>Amberdale</em> place was very exciting, but scary at the same time. There were almost no trees, and absolutely no Lepi. There were so many enclosures - it was almost claustrophobic. Indeed, Mae would be most pleased to be in the woods again. That being said, there were so many sights, and so many sounds, and so many smells. She had already taken the scent of Fivesister Johanna many times over. The mage's unique fragrance was in fact imprinted in her mind. But not so with the other, so, without any clue that doing so might be forward, she leaned forward and sniffed him, both with her vertebrate nose, and with her arthropod antennae.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 01:47:30</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Size:</strong> 5'9 163 lbs&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern, in bed<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Stanis, Maelynn<br><br>When Helia made it back inside she was absolutely dripping wet and chilled to the bone. With only her scant garments for cover her she had suffered the full effects of the downpour, moisture rolling down over every inch of her skin, tracing across her soft curves and lean muscles, adding a bit of extra gloss to her amethyst scales. Her white top was also soaked through, making it appear translucent, revealing her pert breasts to anyone who happened to glance over towards her, the chill causing her nipples in particular to stiffen and stand out. It was probably a rather enticing visage for the casual onlooker, but Helia didn't feel all that sexy right now, with her teeth chattering and blood freezing all she wanted to do was wrap up tight and go back to bed. <br><br>Rubbing her arms in an attempt to generate some warmth the woman nudged her way back towards the bar, finding the other two where she had left them. There was a new, oddly butterfly looking girl with them now, but Helia didn't spare her much mind, instead her eyes narrowed in on the plate in Stanises hand, "F-f-food...p-please...." she chattered, the cool, unphased demeanor from before having melted away. She just wanted to collect her food so she could race upstairs and curl up with something warm. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 03:17:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Maelynn, open <br><hr>Her eyes concerned and worried, Johanna found herself looking up when Helia returned, only to look a little sad that the other purple-haired girl hadn't come back with her. <br>She hadn't meant to upset her or drive her away, but it was pretty clearly that she had fled when Johanna addressed her, and that made the little blonde feel absolutely terrible.<br>"E-excuse me?" She spoke up, as Helia was being given her food back. "I'm sorry for stopping you getting to your food but that girl ... where did she go? I want to go apologize for scaring her off."<br><br>As worried as she was, Johanna only spared a brief look at the droplets of water making their slow, sensual way down over the dragon-lady's small breasts, visibly hard nipples and taut, bare stomach. <br>If she hadn't been distracted, though, she'd have been staring quite hungrily at that view.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 03:54:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dylanpalmerblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/rangerweb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stanis<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Taver<br><strong>Time:</strong>The Present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Johanna, Maelynn<br><br>Stanis gave the butterfly girl a smile and shrugged. "I'll be heading into the woods tomorrow myself, but I'm not gathering any wood or gossamer or anything, but we might run into each other by chance. As for nectar, you're likely to find some wildflowers if you go looking for them." he said to her. He leaned back just a little as the girl came in close and sniffed him. "Is there something wrong with the way I smell?"<br><br>And then Helia reappeared, asking for her food and looking a fright. Stanis couldn't bring himself to enjoy the view of her see through top the way she was shivering, and he shoved the plate into her hands. "God's above girl! You look look like you're about to catch your death. You need to sit by he fire." he said and without another word he scooped the shivering dracmer up in his arms, mutton and all, and carried her over by the kitchen to put her by the fire, pushing his way past any staff who try to stop him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 05:16:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Maelynn, open <br><hr>As Helia was carried off, Johanna frowned to herself. She certainly couldn't begrudge the girl some warmth and time to eat her food, nor whatever comfort the large man was going to offer her, but she hated this feeling of having driven off the other girl. So much so that her mind didn't wander to Helia and Stanis exchanging ... comfort.<br>"I'll ... I'll just be a little while," she told Maelynn suddenly. "I'll have a little look outside for that girl, and try to apologist. Stay in here where its dry, okay, Maelynn? If you want anything to eat or drink, use this money to get it. I'll be ... be right back."<br>With a weak little smile, she slipped a few silver coins into the lepidopteran's hands, her fingers brushing against Maelynn's a little more than they needed to. <br>And then she took off, using her small size to slip through the crowds until she reached the tavern's door and saw the rain. With a little grimace, she peered out into the street, but there was no hint of the purple that would betray the location of the girl she sought. Across the street, however, was a shop of some kind. Deciding that she'd take a quick look to see if the other girl had ducked in there to escape the weather, Johanna hurried across the street, suddenly acutely aware that she was really not dressed properly for this weather.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yarnover</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 07:54:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Tethys.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248042.msg12270991#msg12270991)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon, present minus five hours<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Milgram (and anyone else interested in the Strange Tunes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248065.msg12272917#msg12272917) quest.<br><br>Callie pulled a single coin from the sole of her shoe; it was gold and heavy so it should pay for most - if not all - of her needs that evening in the tavern. "Thankee kindly." She said upon receipt of the water which she downed seemingly in one gulp and then wiped her chin. "Now..." she said slowly, narrowing her eyes to scan the barkeep's stock. <br><br>She piped down a bit when a sullen Patrick bellied up to the bar beside her. A quick motion with one hand sent a chill mug of hard cider her way while the other bard bemoaned his assigned duties. "Ooooh a quest, is it?" she interjected after so shamelessly dropping eaves. She perked up like an excited puppy at those words, regardless of her terribly hard life on the road for <em>so</em> long. Her eyes watched the map wave back and forth until she realized she'd have to get it stationary to actually read it. "Do tell, friend!" Callie leaned in with a charming smile and a mischievous glint in her eye. She nudged the dark-haired lad with her elbow and waited.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 08:13:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/c7/07/c707481bd6bc3b28e389686e5f7fe72e.jpg?173701)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrick Milgram<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Callie Rhodes (assuming Johanna and Maelynn join after quest starts in the forest?)<br><br>"Hngh?" Patrick glanced up, still a little bit tired from the night before. "Yeah. A quest." He perked up as he saw who it was talking to him. Wow, she was pretty. He half-ignored the mug of thick, dark ale set before him as he heard her ask about his quest. "Well..." He waved the paper at her. "It's a simple retrieval quest. My master...the eccentric musician...wants us to head to the forest and fetch something for him. Why he can't do it himself I've no idea." Patrick grumbled. <br><br>"Can you handle yourself?" Not that Patrick expected any sort of danger, but it was always good to know the capabilities of one's potential allies. "Could be some fights. What's your name?" Captivated by Callie's appearance, Patrick was finding it hard to say things clearly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 01:47:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helia, Stanis, Open<br><br>"No, you smell of the wood - different from Lepi, and different from fivesister, but of the wood nonetheless." The wood was comforting. The wood was home. But Stanis walked away almost as quickly as Johanna did. And largely for the same reason - a damsel in distress. So, the butterfly-girl was effectively left to her own devices. For the moment it was just enough to watch and wait.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 17:13:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>It was a few minutes before Johanna returned, her cheeks red, possibly from the cold, and er dressing gown and long hair drenched. And Maelynn would probably be able to notice a slight change in her scent, the usual background trace of arousal having hit a peak sometime very recently. <br><br>Shivering, Johanna looked around for the others who had been here, but quickly took in their absence.<br>"Was ...was there anything you wanted to do today?" She asked Maelyn, pausing for a little sniffle and an attempt to shed some of the water lodged in her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yarnover</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 18:41:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Tethys.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248042.msg12270991#msg12270991)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Milgram (and anyone else interested in the Strange Tunes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248065.msg12272917#msg12272917) quest.<br><br>Callie moved her eyes back and forth as Patrick waved the paper and then made a quick, dashing grab at it. She scanned it for one long moment before her excited features fell into narrow-browed confusion. She couldn't make heads or tails of it, aside that it <em>was</em> a map of some sort. Clearly there was some sort of code to be deciphered or something?<br><br>"The name's Callie. Callie Rhodes..." the redhead smiled and jut out a hand to shake while pushing the map gently back along the bar top with her other. "I don't mind retrieving something once in a while an' I can handle myself just fine." She leaned in close once more and whispered conspiratorially, "And I <em>love</em> musicians!"<br><br>Giving the boy a wink, she pulled away again and took a long drink of her cider. "So what're we supposed to fetch, anyway?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 19:24:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/c7/07/c707481bd6bc3b28e389686e5f7fe72e.jpg?173701)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrick Milgram<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Callie Rhodes (assuming Johanna and Maelynn join after quest starts in the forest?)<br><br>He gave a little start when she grabbed the paper fro him, but shrugged. Chances were, she'd find the chickenscratch indecipherable. He waited for her to hand it back to him and reached out to shake the offered hand. "Hmph." Everyone loved musicians until they met this one, or so Patrick believed. Ornery, confusin people they were. He watched her as she drank her cider, and straightened up. "We've got to collect some supplies from the forest." He shrugged helplessly. "The man usually goes to do it by himself but it's tentacle-flower season, and the slimes have started migrating through as well. Probably could handle this himself, if I'm telling the truth, but he's just too lazy." <br><br>Patrick shook his head. "If we head out now, we can probably get this over with by sundown. Might as well get it done soon, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 02:21:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><br>"Fivesister, you're wet." It seemed that among other things, the Lepi were masters at stating the obvious. Mae tried drying Johanna with a linen napkin, then, failing that, the hem of her own light dress, which only had the effect of spreading the moisture onto her. And bringing her close enough to get a whiff strong enough to curl her wings and send her antennae quivering. And suddenly whatever Mae wanted to do underwent a sudden and powerful change. "N...nothing..." she managed to stammer amidst reddening cheeks. "Maybe we should go up and get you into something dry. It is nice to be out in a rain shower, but one must fly carefully... And be sure to get warm afterward..."<br><br>Then as an afterthought, she remembered why Johanna left in the first place. "Were you able to find that girl and apologize to her?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 02:32:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>Although her initial response to Maelynn's observation was simply a flat look, Johanna couldn't hide her amusement for long and her face slipped into a fond smile. "Yes, I had noticed, Mae." The accidental - and true - double meaning brought the flush back to her cheeks, however.<br>Still, the prospect of getting dry and warm was one that she could hardly argue against, although Maelynn's odd reaction when she got close left her confused and a little worried. Not that she had time to address that, as the Lepi's next question made the blonde blush deeply. <br>"I ... I found her," she answered honestly, if just a little evasively. And leaving a lot out. She didn't know how much Maelynn knew about ... that sort of thing and, in any case, she wasn't able to actually talk about such things with anyone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 04:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><br>Mae registered Johanna's answer to her question with some confusion. For it was apparent that things hadn't gone exactly as planned, but why was not so apparent. And she was already on the next task anyway, which was getting her blonde companion up the stairs and back to her room to dry off. "C'mon c'mon. If we have a job to do, you can't let yourself get sick..." She acted with an urgency which frankly she only half understood if that. She tugged insistently, and from the inadvertent flapping of her wings, were Johanna a little lighter, she might actually have flown the girl up to the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 04:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>Happy to get out of her drenched clothing, Johanna still found herself stumbling a little as Maelynn pulled her along with surprising eagerness.<br>"E... easy there, Mae!" She protested softly, even as she hurried to try and keep up with her. "What's wrong? Did something ... something happen?" She didn't quite understand this rush to their room and her natural predilection for worrying about things surfaced to try to explain it in the worst possible terms. "Are you alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 04:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><br>The butterfly-girl had by now brought her blonde savior into the relative warmth of the room and practically slammed the door shut. "Um.. me?" The question obviously caught her off guard. Especially since her hands had strayed to the frail strings holding the front of Johanna's dressing gown. Somehow, with a force of will she never knew she possessed, Maelynn brought her hands behind her own back and held them there tightly, lest her pheromone-addled instincts bring the two of them to a phase of fivesisterhood at which neither were quite yet ready to arrive. "Just... concerned for you." Her wings curled and her antennae flinched again, but she still managed some semblance of control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 04:32:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>"I'm just a little wet, that's all." Johanna tried to reassure Maelynn, although her concern only grew when the Lepi seemed to flinch away from her.<br>"You're ... are you sure you're alright?" She asked, her concern clear in her voice and expression. "I'm concerned for you, too, Mae." She reached out to put a comforting hand on Maelynn's shoulder. "If ... if something happened, you can tell me. You can tell me anything you need to, Mae. We might not quite be sisters but we still ... still are." She wasn't entirely sure what the whole fivesister thing entailed, but she did know that she cared about the butterfly-winged girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 04:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><hr><br>Maelynn shivered as Johanna's hand landed on her shoulder, almost as if she were the one who had been drenched. And as wary of the subject as she was, and that she seemed to feel her friend was, Johanna did have a point. Almost too much of one. "Well... that is the Heart of the Swarm. Fivesisters are... well... meant to be close. Destined to be close. Closeclose." She felt her heart beat rapidly at the thought. "And you...&nbsp; well... underneath the wet and book you always smell of... well... you have..." She could almost feel herself burn under the pressure of the blonde's touch. And then her voice went soft and timid, as if dipping her toes back into the river Johanna fished her out of. <em>"...the scent of mating."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 05:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>Johanna apparently did not know whether to pale or blush at that revelation, although her cheeks eventually settled on reddening a little.<br>"<em>Oh.</em>" Her hand remained where it was, forgotten with the news that she smelled of- and after what had happened in the shop it was no wonder that she<em> really </em>smelled of that ... <br>"I ... I'm sorry." She offered. "I don't think it's ... mating, not quite." Despite herself and the fact that after Maelynn opened up to her she felt compelled to do the same, she still had trouble actually talking about ... about that sort of thing and her words stumbled even more than usualy. "I've never actually ... that. Not that I wouldn't I ... " The urge to abandon the conversation, room and possibly entire town swelled up, but was pushed back down. "I mean, I like you, Mae. It's just I ... I can barely even talk about it let alone do ... that. And today it was probably worse because I-"<br><br>She blushed and squirmed awkwardly, not able to actually look at Maelynn. "Ifoundherandshewastouchingherselfandihidandwatchedandtouchmyselfand ... and that must have made it worse for you." After her rapid stream of words she took a deep breath and fidgeted as she told Maelynn one of her worst secrets.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 05:08:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><hr><br>Mae looked confused again for a moment as Johanna explained. "But why should you worry about touching yourself... I mean everyone... She stopped. And blushed deeply. "Oooooohhhhhhh... You mean um... <em>down there...</em>" And she gave a brief glance in that direction, before craning her neck back up. "W...Well... Anyway... I mean... I'm like you... I want to... but... I don't want to... yet... If... that makes any sense... I'm just out of the cocoon and... well... Like I said... want to but don't want to yet... Even with you..." She shrugged her wings as a form of apology. "But at the same time... well... part of me... You know... the scent... it's hard... to resist... especially with you, fivesister..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yarnover</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 07:00:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Tethys.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248042.msg12270991#msg12270991)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Milgram (and anyone else interested in the Strange Tunes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248065.msg12272917#msg12272917) quest.<br><br>Callie gave his hand a soft squeeze before releasing it; she was pleased he'd been so open and polite. In spite of how blasé as he'd been in his description of their oh so heroic quest, he hadn't managed to lose her interest. "Well, I know what it's like to have the odd lazy boss or two." She wrinkled her nose at the sound of something called a "tentacle flower" but then went on, "Well, at any rate it'll give me a chance to get to know the area a little. I'm not from around here, if ya couldn't tell..." She chuckled at the obvious statement. <br><br>When he mentioned leaving she took on a mock-snobbish expression. "Ah-ah-ah..." She said, wagging a finger. "A lady never goes on a quest with someone unless she knows their name... and the reward!" Her facade fell away instantly and she ended the statement with a bawdy sort of tone and then giggled as she waved at the barkeep to refill her mug. <em>"I better call it quits soon..."</em> she thought, <em>"Wouldn't want to start the job tipsy."</em> She was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but she didn't want to give that away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 17:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>Johanna's blush had deepened yet further and the redness had spread down past her cheeks.<br>"I ... should probably get changed ... alone, then," she decided softly while her fingers played with the strings holding her gown closed. "Otherwise we might ..." Not that it would be bad, not at all. She wasn't quite sure what either one of them had actually said, not specifically, but she'd gotten the overall message, she thought. It wasn't that they didn't want it, or each other, they just weren't quite ready for that sort of thing yet. She nibbled at her lip and managed to look back across to Maelynn. She could ask her to stay, instead. It wouldn't be bad ...<br>"We shouldn't," she decided aloud, although her voice made it clear she was tempted. "Not ... not yet. I'll be down in ... in a little bit, Mae." The hand that had been on her shoulder returned to gently brush along the Lepi's cheek.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 17:40:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><hr><br>Mae nodded mutely. The spirit was willing, but the flesh - very weak. Reaching out one hand to touch Johanna's shoulder, the butterfly managed to squeak out, "I'll be just outside, fivesister." Even though they would much rather stay firmly planted on the ground, she forced them outside and closed the door, collapsing against it face first as she sighed heavily. A muffled whimper was all the evidence there was of how hard she was trying <em>not</em> to think of the blonde slipping out of the damp nightgown, beads of moisture infused with that intoxicating, seductive fragrance clinging to the soft, white, inviting flesh of her compact, nubile body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 18:12:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>Letting Maelynn go, knowing just how they both felt, had been harder than Johanna had thought it would be, and she found herself taking a step towards the door before she regained control.<br>They shouldn't rush into things. If it went wrong it would be terrible and she didn't want to hurt her ... her whatever Maelynn was to her. The relationship was close, even if not entirely understood.<br>With a little shiver, she let her gown fall open, the weight of the water enough to pull it off of her, and began looking for a towel. Drying her body was easy - although she found herself paying more attention to certain parts than she should, and had to force herself to stop that - but the hair was the real problem. There was, after all, a reason why long hair had associations of beauty and wealth behind it - you needed to be rich to be able to afford to spend so much time keeping it clean. <br>Still, although it made her whimper a little, she wrung out what water she could without hurting herself too much, and tried to brush as much of the moisture out as she could. It would still be a bit wet, of course, but hopefully it wouldn't drip everywhere. <br><br>Then came the clothes. At this point there was no real reason not to get dressed properly, and so she sighed and got to work until she was clothed. A blouse, skirt, leggings and boots - plus fresh underthings, she wasn't entirely sure where her panties had gone but she was <em>not</em> going to bring that up with Maelynn - other than the leggings and boots, her clothing was white, even though it showed all of the dirt that would doubtlessly build up she still favoured the colour.<br>And then, her hair tied back to dry, she opened to door to look, just a little bit nervously, for Maelynn
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 19:36:17</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Helia Plum-Tail<br><strong>Size:</strong> 5'9 163 lbs&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern, in bed<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stanis, open<br><br>Helia merely gave a small nod in response to the giant man, clutching into the plate of meat as if it were some long lost sacred treasure, or more a rare antidote to some vile poison plaguing her blood. When the man scooped her up the dracmer offered no protest. If anything she found herself slumping against his body, trying to soak up any heat he might give off. A moment later she found herself place in front of one of the cooking fire places, eyes closing as she let her jaw go slack, an expression of relief that seemed to border on sexual pleasure taking over her features as the warmth from the fire washed over her. "thank you..." Helia said, craning her neck back to look up at Stanis, "you are a good man" she said, as if to correct some prior statement of the contrary. Spotting a large quilt stacked up a few inches from the fire place, Helia quickly snatched it up and draped it over her body. Using it as cover the woman could be seen chiming around beneath the blanket, the purpose of which quickly revealed as her wet garments were tossed out from under the quilt, hitting the floor with wet squelches. Now freed over her soaking clothes the Dracmer looked considerably more comfortable, not seeming to mind that she was now completely naked beneath the blanket. Finally free of any distractions Helia began digging into her mutton at last, the food tasting far too good after being denied for so long. Her method of eating was a strange mix between primal and formal, using only her hands and teeth, but at the same time using her claws almost like knives to carve off bite sized bits at a time, making less of a mess than one might expectant from a starved, carnivorous lizard. "I didn't steal them..." Helia muttered between bites, seemingly out of no where, "the coins I mean" she explained. Now that she didn't believe the man some violent brute she didn't want him to continue to believe that she herself was some kind of sneaky thief. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 19:43:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/c7/07/c707481bd6bc3b28e389686e5f7fe72e.jpg?173701)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrick Milgram<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Callie Rhodes (assuming Johanna and Maelynn join after quest starts in the forest?)<br><br>Callie's cheerful demeanor was good for Patrick's spirits, though it may not have shown on his face. He nodded when she mentioned she wasn't from here; most people weren't, after all. Right, name. "I'm Patrick. I'm the musician's..." His mouth twisted as he tried to think of a good word for it. "...errand boy. I guess you could say I'm here to help you on your quest." Oh right, people who weren't basically slaves actually wanted a reward. He glanced at the paper again, his eyes sliding to the bottom which he had skimmed over previously.<br><br>There, in writing slanted across the page, crossed out several times, and rewritten again, the rewards were listed. He squinted at them, the text hard for even him to read. "Looks like you get, uhh...some sort of flute necklace. En...chanted, I think it says? And a song spell. For sleep." He looked at her and cracked a dry smile. "Very useful items, I'm sure."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 00:11:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><hr><br>As the door opened, Mae smiled brightly, whatever was left of the previous weight upon her no longer in evidence. "So, fivesister, do you feel better? I see that you are dry and that your... um..." A blush came back to prove that the events of the previous ten minutes had not vanished entirely. "scent has largely gone. I am glad."<br><br>Grasping Johanna on both shoulders, she smiled even more deeply and continued, excitement obviously showing as her wings flapped enough to lift her feet off the ground, increasing her height advantage by an incho or so. "It is a beautiful day, if rainy. Full of promise and excitement. Where do the stray winds blow us today? You said something earlier about an engagement?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yarnover</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 04:56:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Tethys.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248042.msg12270991#msg12270991)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Milgram (and anyone else interested in the Strange Tunes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248065.msg12272917#msg12272917) quest.<br><br>"Patrick!" Callie beamed; it was a very familiar name to her. "Pleasure ta meet ya." She nodded along with his explanation. "I'm glad ta hear you'll be coming along with. Her mouth formed in an exaggerated 'O' when he read off the item list. "Ooooh! That sounds absolutely wonderful!" She giggled a bit, taking a hand up to cover her mouth. She searched the boy's face for a sign of emotion and begun to wonder why he ran through all these things as if they were daily chores rather than a paying job - and one that gave magical items at that!<br><br>"So then, Pat..." She tapped her lip as she thought for a moment. "It's just a job fer a couple a gophers. It's not too far away and we could finished rather quickly, eh?" She raised her eyebrows. "I don't see why we shouldn't get goin' then!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 05:24:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/c7/07/c707481bd6bc3b28e389686e5f7fe72e.jpg?173701)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrick Milgram<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Callie Rhodes (assuming Johanna and Maelynn join after quest starts in the forest?)<br><br>Pat. He hadn't ever had a nickname before. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Good, maybe? He nodded as she spoke, slowly sliding off his chair and landing on his feet with a grunt. "Yeah. Guess we should get going, then. If we're lucky, we should be able to get it by the end of the day. If we're luckier, he'll actually be awake and ready to pay you by then as well." Rolling his shoulders, which were still stiff after sleeping the night outside, Patrick slowly made his way towards the door, tracing the map in his mind as he tried to remember where to go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 06:19:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johanna Laurus<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> the present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maelynn, open <br><hr>Johanna blushed, but nodded at the news that a certain scent had gone. "We might want to ... to not go back in there for a little bit," she mumbled. She had no idea how long the smell would linger, although the enthusiastic ... drying had calmed her a bit.<br>"I suppose we could go see about the adventure job thing I found," she moved on quickly. "Apparently there's an assistant person we should be looking for, but I figure if we go to where this job is when its about to start, he'll be there and we won't have to wander around looking for him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 17:49:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maelynn Swallowtail<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johanna, Open<br><br>Maelynn nodded. "All right fivesister. Let's go." After a moment's hesitation, she suddenly reached out and removed Johanna's glasses. Without further delay, she bent in and kissed the blonde on first one closed eyelid, then the other. And then put the frames back on, explaining, "This is how fivesisters and other close Lepi show affection. Though we may not be ready for more, I can do at least as much as I would do for any in my swarm that I care for."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 20:28:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://dylanpalmerblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/rangerweb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stanis<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Taver<br><strong>Time:</strong>The Present <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia<br><br>Stanis knelt down by the fire, the kitchen being short on chairs especially ones for people of Stanis's size. Upon being called a good man by the shivering woman hue grinned and said, "Well I do my best." and made sure she was comfortable before he started to warm himself and get the water in his clothes either dry or at least a more pleasant temperature. He was mildly surprised to no be being forcefully removed from the kitchen, that's usually what happened to him back in his village, and figured the staff was being nice on account of Helia looking half dead when she came in. As her wet clothing hit the ground he bent to scoop them up, only to find a kitchen maid grabbing them to wring out and hang up before he had the chance. <br><br>Stanis was left with nothing to do but watch Helia eat, which he did with a fascinated look on his face. He'd never seen anything quite like it, as the girl ate with her claws more delicately than Stanis did with a knife and fork unless he was being extra careful. He chuckled at the mention of the coins. "I didn't think you had, Miss. Yer coins are yer own business, you need not explain anything to me." he said, and stifled a yawn. "You keep yourself warm. I best be going, I've a job at do tomorrow." he said, standing and tipping an imaginary hat. "See you around."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 03:55:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/Elf_chefSMall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bubbles Greenbottle<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Vine and Horn Taproom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Current Tavern Scene<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bianca and Gianna<br><br>“You should really think about adding a dash of trulian sweet thistle to your Sabab Gulash.&nbsp; It really brings out the…”<br><br>“Are you saying I don’t know how to make Sabab Gulash?”<br><br>“No, no. I just think it would add a complexity that is lacking…”<br><br>“Lacking?&nbsp; LACKING!”&nbsp; GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN BEFORE I HAVE YOU THROWN OUT!”<br><br>“But..but…”<br><br>“OUT!”<br><br>The kitchen doors burst open as the body of a short yet curvaceous humanoid was tossed out of the kitchen by a couple of burly kitchen helpers who clapped their hands together as if wiping off something unseemly.&nbsp; &nbsp;The two chuckled like a mortar and pestle grinding together.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come back again and we’re gonna have Halfling ears on the dessert menu.” <br><br>Bubbles picked herself up and dusted off the white smock she almost always wore when out for a tasting.&nbsp; She managed to pull herself up to her full 4’ 10” and placed her hands on her full hips, looking quite dignified for someone who had been tossed out of a kitchen on her posterior or so she thought.<br><br>“I am an Elfling thank you very much,” Bubbles retorted with a huff.&nbsp; The two bullies wave a hand dismissively and retreated back into the kitchen.&nbsp; It took all the will she could muster not to grab a stein off of the bar and crack it over one of their heads, but that would get Bubbles permanently removed from the Vine and Horn and that simply would not do.&nbsp; Instead she grabbed one and filled it from the tap earning her a few daggers from the barkeep.&nbsp; She tossed a couple of coppers his way to pay for it and flopped down at the nearest table almost jostling Bianca and her shield.<br><br>“Hi Gianna,” she greeted the drumming warrior woman somewhat glumly even as her fingers tapped out a light counterpoint to her drumming.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted to the lovely woman whos’ voice drifted over the drunken lyrics of the regulars.&nbsp; Bianca already had a trail of stumbling dancers following her about the taproom and Bubbles eyes followed the saucy warrior a light sigh escaping her lips.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ( Everyone's A Hero Again ) Amberdale IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>31-05-2016, 09:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/b9b3bfa9460bb7526299e25ac81799b5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacques "Jack" Loreseeker<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Amberdale<br><strong>Time:</strong> morning after Tiny Threats<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br>Jack tried not to think too much about the quest he took up the night before. It was possible for it to be an isolated case, after all. What was more important for him, was to keep accomplishing quests and earn enough money so he can set out on an adventure beyond the town's boundaries. Of course, that is just one option available to him. He can also figure out how to found a guild for adventurers, but that would take the thrill of adventuring away from him, which he wanted to experience in the first place.<br><br>So with those thoughts in mind, Jack was going about his morning patrol around town and greeting the townsfolk the usual "How do you do?".
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