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« on: April 23, 2024, 01:59:52 pm »
Gaudy gold foil mask rimmed with green and red glass fake rubies and emeralds . Its the pale grey eyes behind the mask and breath as fetid as week old fish that wake her with a silent scream. She knows she's not allowed to scream or even make a noise. She freezes. The air changes. Instead of fetid breath she smells spicy cologne. She has a warm muscular male arm across her shoulder and the thigh of another draped over her legs holding her in a spooning embrace. The only sounds other than the pounding of her terrified heart in her ears are the soft sounds of the two men in the bed with her. Neither has noticed her wake. The terror subsides slowly as she concentrates on her breathing. No fear. No weakness. It is forbidden.
She extracts herself carefully from her bedmates and rises to grab the red silk dressing gown slung on the bedside chair. Shrugging it onto her shoulders she whispers an incantation and gestures with her left hand. A pale blue fog briefly appears above the bed. If the men had noticed her nightmare, it will be forgotten by dawn. No weakness. Biddable, handsome but not too smart is best. She walks across the room to decanter and pours herself a glass of wine.
She slips out the glass door onto the small balcony over looking the city. He body automatically aligns itself with direction to Katherian. After all, her house is but a small slice of the city here in Leringard. The wine helps to quell the hammering of her heart and she breaths deeply and slowly.
A nightmare? No. Nightmares are not real. They are conjured from the mind. This was real, this happened. She thought she had locked it away with the others but something let it out. Something was letting them all out. Control. She had to find a way.
Tossing down the remainder of the glass in one gulp she turns back to the room. Should she wake them? No. As pleasing as their diversion would be, its not what she needs. She slips on some boots and selects a whip from her collection. Opening the door she nods to the guard before heading down several flights of stairs. The closer and deeper she goes, the louder and less muffled the screams become. A small smile crosses her face as she plays with the tail of the whip in her hand.. This is what she needs.
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« on: April 09, 2024, 03:18:24 pm »
Charlee drops off 150 ingots of glass and 50 lumps of coal
Leaves a note I'll catch up to you for payment and get the other 10 coal to you
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« on: April 02, 2024, 11:58:19 am »
Sophia lifts the glass of wine to her lips and leans back into the large male hands that expertly knead the knots from her shoulders. She groans and closes her eye as a small smile ghosts on her face before quickly fading. She takes a large draw from the glass and sets it back on the desk beside and open book. Once again leaning into the hands on her body she half closes her eyes, lifts the volume and reads what she written while she worries the tip on the quill between her teeth.
It was a little too close for comfort tonight. While making a hand off to Silas, who should approach but Steel. I was able to wave Silas off before he stepped from his hiding place in the shadows, luckily the downpour had emptied the streets and damped sounds as well as everything else
Steel commented on my being out in the rain. He somehow thinks getting drenched is beneath me. If he could see the pale haired youth I was hiding under carts and in far worse weather when HE removed me from his household. Wev as always had my back, but Steel was suitably redirected by the promise of wine and conversation. At the Arms of course. I am not prepared to let a mage of his skill past my wards and while the clergy is in such abundance I dare not go without.
He had mentioned he had a library withing the inn and gambling hall. It was the first time I had ever ventured into the upper portions of the building. The demon has done well for himself.
His study space was quite cozy and while not particularly rare, there were some unique title present. I should examine them closer at some other time. Him having a dungeon intrigues me. I doubt it functions as mine.
He even managed to produce a fairly passable bottle of wine. Questionable origins, but from its qualities I suspect is its a blend of grapes from Dregar and made in Xeen's tradition but not with grapes grown in Morholts' soils. I will send a case of something better and perhaps something from my enhanced stock for the common room.
The conversation was decent. I guess being raised in HIS court has made me somehow different from others bound to the stones. Aristocratic, Steel called it. If he only knew. If I only knew the truth. I still wonder about that face but here in Leringard the dreams continue to haunt my sleep. Leaving the estate and HIS ever watchful gaze didn't halt them. I will have to visit Lexander when the powders fail to keep the dreams at bay. Two demons in my life. One wanting to use me to advance his own social position and whatever agenda he has. The other I have no idea what it wants. And what of what I want?
Sophia places the quill in the spine of the book and closes it. She reaches her now empty hand up and pulls the head of the masseuse closer . His jet black hair contrasting the pale white blond of hers .He lifts from the chair easily as she whispers something in his ear. As they leave the room she turns quitely chants and motions with her hand . The door closes and the lock clicks into place. Wev slips between the shadows, following.
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« on: March 30, 2024, 08:50:57 pm »
As Contracted by Jeb, Charlee delivers the following resources to the guild hall
50 Branches of Mahogany
74 Lumps of Coal
72 Raw Quartz Crystals
Greater Archers Belt and Vestment of Faith traded with 22,700 coins paid.
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« on: March 22, 2024, 03:17:46 pm »
Posted in the Select kitchens and Standard Craft Halls through Mistone and Alindor
The Foundation is looking to augment its stocks of relief supplies and is accepting donation and making contracts for beginner and apprentice level clothing, food and building supplies. Healing kits and potions are also in demand.
Items to be donated may be dropped off into the donation crates at 108 Port Hempstead (the docks district just before the merchant district entrance) . Those seeking to contract more advanced items please contact Katrien Hommel directly by Raven or note.
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« on: March 17, 2024, 02:26:16 pm »
Name: Mouse
Race : Human
Age: 18
Class: Rogue/Fighter (equal split to level 10, then see how the RP goes. ( may PC to duelist)
Alignment : Neutral
Deity: None
Bio:
“That makes three this month. Corath's fetid breath what is going on? The two large men load a stiff body of a third into cart and start up the street.
Mouse peers out from the well disguised nook she has dug herself beside the foundation of the nearest building. She moves some bushes to cover the opening to her little home and checks both ways before slithering out. Its time for the traders to take down their stalls at the market and sometimes they can't be bothered to pack up food that is going off or broken items and leave them in the town midden heap. Mouse likes to get there early for the best finds. Its how she keeps herself fed these days. She could tell the town guards what is going on but then she'd be involved and they'd want to know how she knows what she knows. She values her life more than that.
They call her mouse because, well she's small with nondescript mouse brown hair. She can move quietly and fit into the smallest of places. She survives on the crumbs that others leave behind. She doesn't want to be a mouse but since her older siblings died along with their parents on the ship crossing , its been just her. That was five years ago, Five very long years. Cold winters, miserable summers, the wet and the dry she has survived.
She takes her small finding of some dodgy cheese and stale bread along with a dented old short sword back to her “home”. As she picks off the mold and dunks the bread in some ale a drunk man tried to bribe her into his room at the inn with, she studies the sword. Its appears to be just made of copper or at best bronze. The edge is chipped and dull but she takes a whet stone and does her best to bring it back to functioning. When its what she deems acceptable she places it carefully next a depression in the ground lines with dried grasses that serves as her bed. Winter is approaching and the sun sets much earlier so it will soon be dark. Its a full moon tonight so she can't sneak away to the militia training grounds to test it.
“Well, well, what have we here” She awakens to the bright light of a torch being shone into her den. “Looks like we found the rat. She ain't the tastiest of morsels but she looks like she'll be a bit 'o fun before we turn her in to the boss. “ the torch owner, a very dirty obese man dressed in hide armor leers at her as two similarly dressed dirty lackeys try to see around him into the hole.
She's appears to be cornered but Mouse is not without her tricks.. One hand searches the area next to her bed for the handle of the sword, the other reaches for a small knapsack and a pouch. With a smooth movement she flings the pouch at the opening to her home and the area fills with choking powder. While the men sputter and cough and have to close their eyes she moves a old wooden shield from behind her bed that reveals a tunnel just big enough for her to wriggle into. She crawls as fast as she can toward the other end and pops her head up under a bush about ten feet from her home. She take a sad look a the home she's had to leave but quickly and quietly gets to her feet, grasping the old sword , small shield and her pack and while clutching the ring around her neck, whispers a prayer and starts away.
Then she feels it. Right between her shoulder blades. A piercing pain that makes her vision go white. Her mind reels. No, not again.
When she opens her eyes its dawn. She's lying with her pack and her sword at the foot of a large standing stone. She reaches around to feel her back. Sure enough there is small scar where the arrow had been. The one that pierced her back, the one that killed her. Only it didn't. This is not the first time she's awoken feeling ill, but alive at the foot of this stone. The stone the guards pulled a dead body from the foot of just the other morning. She should be dead but she isn't. Stone bound. That was the whispers she'd heard.
She can't stay here . Her home is compromised and who ever found her knows they “killed “ and when the body disappears, well who know what they'll do. No she has to leave. Start over again.
She slings her pack over one shoulder the the small shield over the other, tucks her sword into her makeshift rope belt and sets out onto the road. Who knows where it will take her?
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« on: March 16, 2024, 09:09:59 pm »
**Katrien wanders past the donation area and inquires as to the materials usage**
Are there any assurances that if Vale is restored that it won't be used as an outpost for Rael propaganda and further subjugate those under their thumb? Whom do I speak to about the political aims of this venture?
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« on: March 13, 2024, 02:50:09 pm »
Placeholder
Temple donations receipts # 29284-29286 total = 106475 gold
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« on: March 13, 2024, 11:28:04 am »
Adventure Club outing Sunday March 17th
Levels under 16 preferred with Epics as mentors and guides but you shows, you goes - we're not going to exclude anyone.
We'll decide where we are going based on who shows but its generally an RP decision.
Meet at the fire in Center
Time - 4pm EST/1pm PST /9pmGMT - we generally RP for 30-40 min before heading out so if you're a little late, please join Duration is generally 2-4 hours
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« on: March 04, 2024, 01:02:42 pm »
The place is abandoned...no merchants in sight.
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« on: February 29, 2024, 01:28:43 pm »
Both Steele and Kat attempted multiple times to apply Wraith Venom to a blade and arrows and "nothing happened" Kat was working with a Dex of 34 at the time.
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« on: February 29, 2024, 01:26:50 pm »
Not sure how this was missed for so many years but Greater Stone Skin is a Transmutation spell but the recipe requires ink of Abjuration.
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« on: February 22, 2024, 08:59:46 pm »
Charlee picks out a morningstar from the Adamantium rack and pays the attendant
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Semeli Cainforulix's Morningstar
lens price 8016 - 75% = 6012
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« on: February 13, 2024, 02:07:57 am »
oops copy and paste mistake!
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« on: February 12, 2024, 10:37:02 am »
Adventure Club outing Feb 25
Levels under 16 preferred with Epics as mentors and guides but you shows, you goes - we're not going to exclude anyone.
We'll decide where we are going based on who shows but its generally an RP decision.
Meet at the fire in Center
Time - 4pm EST/1pm PST /9pmGMT - we generally RP for 30-40 min before heading out so if you're a little late, please join
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« on: February 08, 2024, 09:27:56 am »
**Kat wanders in and looks around**
She spies the display of dusts
Just what I was looking for, my emergency stash has been depleted of late. She takes four measures of dust and hands the clerk some gold coins
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20000 placed in chest for 4 star dusts of Beryl
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« on: January 30, 2024, 02:06:17 pm »
Crafting a Deadly Gas Trap successfully yields a Minor Gas trap
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« on: January 29, 2024, 10:36:09 am »
Adventure Club outing Feb 11
Levels under 16 preferred with Epics as mentors and guides but you shows, you goes - we're not going to exclude anyone.
We'll decide where we are going based on who shows but its generally an RP decision.
Meet at the fire in Center
Time - 4pm EST/1pm PST /9pmGMT - we generally RP for 30-40 min before heading out so if you're a little late, please join
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« on: January 22, 2024, 03:40:30 pm »
Lets try to cater to some of the PST folk and try for 4-5 pm EST (1-2 PST) this time
Meet in Center. Levels under 16 preferred and Epics welcomed as guides/mentors/instigators
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« on: January 16, 2024, 12:33:34 am »
Character Katrien Hommell Her original Bio is lost in mists of the old forms She is currently Bard (23) and Rogue(  . I would like to add 5-6 levels of Fighter class. I am aware that once I start adding fighter I must add at least 5 levels. My final intended split will be Bard (26), Rogue (12) Fighter (6) Kat's been singing for some fighting parties in various adventures and lamenting about how squishy she is and wants to toughen up so she feels she can contribute better . I've re-started her journal to reflect this.
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