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Post by Ser Sarne Sequoia on Jan 23, 2024 20:28:59 GMT -5
Buck Tallgrass the Chieftain of the wind tribe has asked Elvira and Sarne to meet with him at the lockal travern. He will buy a drink for Elvira and Sarne and some bread and cheese. After everyone settles in Chieftain Tallgrass begins his request. "Skittermaus are from the King's Valley and have been the obsession of poachers who steal the animals from their natural habitat and sell them as pets on the black market." Tallgrass started. "While owning one as a pet has never been a crime, the brutal conditions they are kept in. The suffering the animals receive from their poachers has been frowned upon by local Nobles," Tallgrass explains with some detail. "The issue has become so dire that Noble administrators from Thunderhoof are Asking you to help get the animals back, by any means necessary. Current sources indicate the creatures are being held in a dingy warehouse some distance from here. Where they are then carted off to be sold. Mostly at various black market vendors." He describes He pauses to take a drink. "Help free and return some of these elegant creatures to the wilds of the valley We will be indebted to you for your services." Tallgrass finishes his request. Taking a big drink and looking at Elvira and Sarne "What says you can you help us?" he asks humbly.
Quest Name: Skitter Back Home Participants: Two or more Location: Sol City Post Requirements: 6 posts per person, 200 words per post Reward: +1 Renown, Choice of 2 Common crafting materials Description: Due to their exotic nature and natural beauty, Skittermaus's from the King's Valley have often been the focus of poachers who steal the creatures from their natural habitat and sell them as pets on the black market. While owning one as a pet has never been a crime, the harsh conditions they are kept in and the ill treatment animals receive from their poachers has been frowned upon by local government. The issue has become so dire that officials from Thunderhoof are hiring people to help get the animals back, by any means necessary. Current sources indicate the creatures are being held in dingy warehouses in the captiol, where they are then carted off to be sold at various black market vendors. Help free and return some of these elegant creatures back to the wilds of the valley!
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 26, 2024 23:35:00 GMT -5
Elvira had traveled far and wide, thus seeing many horrors of society. Somehow, this one seemed to anger her a considerable amount. Instantly, she accepted and stood up to leave, her silvered hair flowing with her movements. She stood so quickly that she had actually forgotten she was with another adventurer.
Sarne Sequoia, a rather dashing and peculiar man, was seated at the table next to her. He was nondescript at times, at least what she would describe as such. Her eyes seemed to always rest on the more peculiar people in the room, though. Regardless, this man seemed as if he would be quite an asset. She turned to him with a charming smile, accentuating her cheekbones, and spoke with her signature accent. "Pardon my rush, heldo.1 I simply cannot stand hearing of beautiful creatures coming to harm. Let us leave, the poachers wait for no one."
With this, she began walking. Her scimitar swayed at her side in time with the bow on her back, both made with a skilled craftsman's hands. Upon stepping outside, the golden trim on the bow and the scimitar's scabbard glints in the light. She turns once more to Sarne. "You think you can keep up? Let's see!" She doesn't wait for an answer before taking off with the quickness only an elf could have. With Sarne being a half-elf, however, he manages to keep up.
The two approach a run-down warehouse. The windows were busted out, yard overgrown, and vines creeping up the sides of the walls. The distinctive noise of multiple skittermauses could be heard echoing from inside. Outside, multiple armored guards idly paced around, not really keeping an eye out. There were a few horses nearby, too, signaling that there were more people inside.
Elvira, finally showing a sense of seriousness, turns to the half-elf and takes out her bow. "How do you want to do this? We can brute force it, or we can do this stealthily. I'm all for either, just lead the way."
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Post by Ser Sarne Sequoia on Jan 28, 2024 22:33:06 GMT -5
Traveling to the warehouse Sarne noted Elvira's pale lavender skin, nearly a pale white with swirls of purple flowing up Elvira's arms. Sarne suspected the swirls spilling out to her chest and back. Her thin body is covered in elaborate robes that mostly hide her body. Elvira's hair is a bright white that glows in the night moon. Elvira's eyes and a deep gray hairstyle peek out from the hood of her robes. Elvira's black leather leggings and tall brown boots could be seen under her robs. Elvira was attractive in her own way. Sarne now had to see how she conducted herself and helped take the poachers down.
Sarne makes a quick assessment while travling of Elvira not knowing too much about The Wandering Cleric. Elvira seemed to be quiet and composed rather cold at the first meeting. trying to get to know her Elvira seemed upbeat and intelligent. She tried to hide the fact she was caring for those who desired to do good.
After Elvira asked her question there was no answer Sarne turned to look and [1] Sarne vanished without a trace. No sound nothing not even tracks. the trees and brush that they were hiding in were a good choice. Elvira probably did not know how good until now. even for being a half-elf that was extraordinary.
[1] The Houdini Act / Pass without a trace
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 29, 2024 16:48:43 GMT -5
Having turned back to find Sarne gone, Elvira scoffed. "Bloody perquendër,"1 she said under her breath. "Might as well go now, eh?"
After complaining to herself, she nocked an arrow. After pulling it back and slowing her breathing, she let it fly. Without waiting at all, she evoked the purifying power of the light domain into her hand and flung a small blade of energy towards a second guard. The streak of light grew and grew until it reached the size of a spear2 and crashed into the head of a guard just after the arrow struck true on the guard next to him.
Unfortunately, there were two more guards. Each drew a sword and shield and began to charge towards where the shots had come from. Luckily, Elvira had found a spot nearby the warehouse where the overgrowth concealed her person, for now at least. "Come on Sarne, you silent kuu'datto.3 Could use you about now..."
Too late, one of the guards found her and immediately delivered a forceful kick to her ribs. Having been pinned against the wall by the kick, she took the entirety of the force and then some. This knocked all the air out of her lungs, making it impossible for her to react to the blade that was now being raised to swing towards her...
1: "Per-" = Half | "Quendë" = Elf | "-r" = Plural | "Perquendër" = Half Elves
2: Purity bolt (Light Domain)
3: "Kuu'datto" = Bastard
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Post by Ser Sarne Sequoia on Jan 30, 2024 22:09:37 GMT -5
[1]Impatient fool thought Sarne. He was on his way back from scouting the warehouse and was not happy with Elvira's rash decision. Sarne could not believe that she was going to take on three guards by herself. it was the first time Sarne had seen Elvira in a fight and was not impressed. [2] Sarne let out a sigh as he burst out of the shadows at a blinding speed. Smashing into the first man with a grunt, with the blade about to hit Elvira. The spikes stabbed deep into the man's left side-digging deep into his body. the force made the man fly colliding with the other guard there. The two guards crashed to the ground and rolled you would have assumed the men were hit by a bull. The man that Sarne hit blood poured from his inquiries you could see fragments of bone as the man groaned in pain and shock. [3] Sarne did not let up He continued to move after them with his sword he made three motions slashing the man three times in the blink of an eye. Arterial blood sprayed from under his arm right arm, neck, and left leg. Sarne slid to a stop and turned to Elvira "Are you ok, Elvira?" Sarne asked in a tone of concern. His face showed some frustration.
[1] Inspiring Presence double damage the next three posts and any ally affected by this spell [2] Rushing Charge/shield spikes double strength. [3] Cyran's Haunting Blade
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Mar 3, 2024 18:41:28 GMT -5
Elvira gathers herself and stands back up, cursing under her breath. Her accent thickened heavily from the frustration of taking the hit, but she keeps a cool head. “Agh, hells. I thought you left. Let’s communicate from now on, yeah? I’d rather not meet the gods this early, and I don’t want to drag your body from a burning warehouse.”
From this point, they couldn’t see many entrances. Elvira motioned for the man to follow, darting quickly around to the front. In the front of the building, the doors were heavily boarded up. Nearby in a thick bush, however, was a hidden cellar entrance. Moving in, no souls guarded the rooms. It was eerily quiet until…
“GET THEM,” a voice screamed. Instantly, heavily armored guards ran forth and carried massive polearms of all kinds. Elvira immediately stood her ground and prepared for a fight. She was about to draw her sword, but she paused. Something had caught her eye.
The Skittermauses.
Quickly, she formulates a plan. After she switches to her bow and arrow, she draws back and fires at the pen. The arrow cracks against the lock, shattering it, and sending the gate flying open. This causes the skittermauses into a frenzy, charging into the fray, knocking over guards and racing around the room.
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Post by Ser Sarne Sequoia on Mar 3, 2024 20:33:45 GMT -5
" Nice Elvira," He said as Sarne celestial features start to show. Sarne's blond hair turned to silver color. It shines like metal, His complexion turns tan-colored with a lustrous skin tone. Sarne's eyes change to a piercing gold. It just seems brighter around him. [1] An aura of light begins to radiate from Sarne, filling Elvira with hope and strength. Begin to inspire those around you to continue fighting, filling them with the will to continue going. Anyone who is considered to be an ally standing in Sarne's immediate area will feel their strength grow. Elvira will feel she can deal huge amounts of damage with her physical attacks.
[2] Sarne goes into a stance where his arms hover slightly angular to his hips with sword and shield, preparing to do just about anything from feints, slashes, stabs, and parries at a moment's notice. Sarne dashes forward at the men in front of them. One of the men met Sarne's shield his shield spikes impaled into the man deeply blood started to pour out of his wound as his flesh tore under the impact. The man spines off to the side.
Forward with no warning, Sarne dashed in a straight line a short distance away in the blink of an eye. As Sarne angles his weapons strike the right and left side, making attacks at anything in Sarne's path as he goes. Sarne thrust with his sword as he went by another cutting his arm severely. Sarne's speed was incredible as he moved in his attack.
[1] Inspiring Presence For the next three post [2] Falcon Wing stance Falcon Glide
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