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« on: May 28, 2024, 09:31:41 am »
Sophia leans back on the chaise as the Xeenite priestess Maria chants softly as she applies a salve to Sophia's neck and arms. Sophia sips from a goblet steaming with a fragrant potion and moans in contentment.
“Those are the nasty bruises Mistress Sophia. They look far different than when you and your lovers play. Did something happen?” she questions as she puts the container on a low nearby table and pours herself a glass of sparkling liquid before stretching out on the nearby chaise herself.
Sophia gives her a wry smile. “You could say that. Goras decided that today would be a lovely day to pay me a visit. Him and my father's men.”
Maria grimaces “Goras. It's a wonder these aren't worse than they are or more of them. That menace should be put down or locked up.”
“Well, putting him down will do no good I'm afraid.” Sophia rises from the chaise and heads to her wardrobe. “It would appear the bastard has bound himself to the stones.” She sighs “I wish they had killed him. Now I will have to figure out a way to keep him from me that the stones cannot reverse.”
She sorts through outfits . “Steel offered to kill him for free. That demon does nothing for free. If I was thinking clearly I should have taken him up on the offer instead of allowing Wev to rip out Goras's throat.”
“Steel, is the demon you invited to the gala? The one that wears a mask all the time?” Maria asks as she fingers the fine silk of one of the garments Sophia as pulled out for consideration.
“That's him. He's the reason these bruises are not worse and Mobakak is down a couple men.” she replies, sorting deeper into the wardrobe.
“Come to your rescue did he? Big bad demon rescue you from big bad Goras .” Maria fakes a duck as if Sophia would strike her for such a statement.
Sophia laughs in reply. “I need no rescue you should know better. Wev had the situation but I am pissed I let my guard down.”
She considers a few outfits and shows her two choices to Maria. " The suit or the dress?" She holds up a blood red leather body suit with strategic cut outs and a dress comprised of fine sheer royal purple silk and cloth of gold trim.
“Hmm, the suit would show your figure to perfection but the dress is much more easy access. You know how the boys get during fights. All those male energies” Maria winks at Sophia and finishes her drink before pouring another.
Sophia laughs and considers the choices. She grins back at Maria “After the day I've had, definitely the dress.” The leather bodysuit is replaced into the wardrobe. “I still feel dirty from Goras's hands. A nice soak would do wonders”
With the bruises now almost faded to oblivion, Sophia takes some toiletries off the dresser and heads to ward Lexander's heated baths.
“Care to join me Maria?” she calls over her shoulder.
The two women, wine glasses in hand stroll down the marble corridor of Lexander's home. Tucked into the back is an outdoor pool with a view of the harbour and city. It is almost twilight and lamps are being lit in the area of the stadium. More and more of the city's citizens are gathering for the popular event. Vendors are set up outside the venue hawking their street foods.
Steam rises from the pool. Tropical plants abound in the humid environment. Braziers cast a low glow and incense perfumes the air.
“This is going to feel so good” Sophia murmurs as she sheds her dressing gown and wades into the warmed perfumed water. She settles onto a submerged bench as a few slaves melt out of the background with ewers of wine and a tray of bite sized treats.
“Oh, fried dough, my favourite” Maria squeals and grabs a couple of balls of flaky pastry before joining Sophia on the bench opposite her. “So, A demon? What are you up to my friend?”
Sophia gives Maria a splash with the heel of her hand. She playfully responds “why do I have to be up to anything? Can't I just have a friend that enjoys some of the same things I do? One that doesn't have a sword shoved so far up his ass that my lifestyle and choices aren't going to shock him? One also bound to those god dammed stones so that death eludes us?”
“Nice try and valid arguments, but we've been friends since your return to city. I may not have the eternal life that you do” Maria holds up a hand as if to stop a retort she knows is coming. “Don't, just don't. I like life, I adore Xeen but the thought of eternity and having to wait until my body aged to its death slowly” She shakes her head. “Nope, not for me. I'll enjoy the here and now and unlike you, I actively try to avoid dying” She lies back in the warm water letting it support as she relaxes into a float. “Good attempt at avoiding my question.”
“Its all you're getting” Sophia rises from the pool and flicks water in Maria's face. Maria retaliates with a splash. The two ladies dissolve into laughter and a water fight for the next few minutes until finally winded, Maria holds up a hand.
“ I concede, bully”she laughs as a slave hands her a large soft towel. Maria dries herself off and watches Sophia do the same. “Time to get going I guess. You going to the Prelates box or are you taking your -guest- to Lexander's?”
“If I attend the prelate I have to deal with all his bitchy women as well as his hands. It might be worth it for the nephew but Xeen's whip even a good flesh to stone spell couldn't help the Prelate” Sophia tosses the towel aside and slips into her dressing gown. “Steele is here to make business contacts. He can do that better in Lexander's company than the Prelate.”
The two women make their way back to Sophia's rooms. Maria nudges Sophia in the side. Slyly she asks “So what's behind the mask? Is he tragically hideous? One of those demons that's all teeth and no eyes? Covered in pustules? Tentacles?”
Sophia chuckles “None of the above. He's blue. Very very blue. His features are humanoid but you can tell he's got demonic heritage. He's got some elven features too. I've seen far worse. His eyes are red but who am I to talk? Mine are dog yellow.”
Maria reaches into the wardrobe. “Vorax's boils I wish I had your figure. Short and dumpy, that's me and I like your eyes, they're gold, not yellow.” She pulls out a filmy dress and starts to pull it on.
“Yellow eyes, white hair. Nothing like my mother and nothing like Mobakak” Sophia replies as she adjust the corset of her dress.
“Heard it all before Mistress, doesn't matter. Before the Purity anything was in play. You know that. Mobakak publicly claimed you as his. Run with that. I would” Maria shoots back as she balances precariously to adjust a heel.
“Easy for you to say” Sophia grumbles. “ Lets drop this depressing line of conversation. How about the fights? The two ladies launch into an active discussion of the upcoming fights and the fighters as they grab their wraps and leave. Outside the bedchambers, guards fall in behind them but the two barely seem to notice. The evening is warm but not hot and a light breeze blows in from the ocean so the smells of the city are hardly noticeable. The short walk to the stadium is uneventful.
“I told Steel I would find him” Sophia tells her friend as she momentarily closes her eyes and concentrates. “Divination isn't really my thing, but I think he's on the fighter level, lets go inspect the stock and see” Sophia links her arm with Maria and strolls into the building from the elite entrance, bypassing the common crowd. The guards flank the couple as they disappear down a passageway.
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« on: May 14, 2024, 02:07:43 pm »
Charlee posts a note in common that is messy and barely readable
Looking for a Cobalt tower shield and helm - new or used
Contact Charlee (leaves and address and description)
Charlee tears down the notice .
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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 »
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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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