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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6938535" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Aletia: A Nocturnal Gathering</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Aletia nodded graciously before meeting the man's mysterious gaze again.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span> </p><p><span style="color: #0000cd">"No need for concern Jabbar, I traveled devoid of incident, cept for the drenching weather. The streets were quiet this night, and nobody bode me ill will."</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span><span style="color: #000000">Stepping into Jabbar's abode and softly closing the door behind her, she become somewhat unsettled by the rough assortment of folks within. She let her eyes dart to each and every one of them, yet never lingered long enough to be discomforting, direct, or socially awkward.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #b22222">~More dwarves! Oh, and a strange one, no, make that two. What an interesting assembly of late night friends he keeps.~</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p> <span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Sadly, the links of chain marqued into the flesh of one of the rougher of the crew, meant nothing to her. The ink-scarred flesh did however look serious, much like the stouty fellow wearing them.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">A lady, the only other one in the room, bore a symbol upon her breast which was most truly of significance. If only the young Elf had paid more attention to these things; yet when Vallio had spoken of religion, gods and faith, Aletia's mind usually meandered far away. She was Moonborn. She knew where her devotion lay, and never really paid much attention to the faith of others. Each to their own. In acknowledgement of the woman's softer demeanor though, Aletia gifted her a small and truthful smile.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Then the tension hit. The commonroom's air was thick as silt. Most of those before her seemed somewhat anxious and ill at ease. It was like she'd stepped into the middle of something, plotting perhaps, or simply come at the worst possible time. Jabbar however was polite, and didn't seem particularly frayed by the uninvited guest. She turned her eyes back to him, looking up into the face of man who oozed complexity, experience, and something akin to an unknown wisdom.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd">"Kind Mister Jabbar, as a new arrival in this land, I wish to prove to Master Burlock of my usefulness. This eve, he requested that I bring you news."</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span><span style="color: #000000">Aletia rubbed her slender fingers together, warming them and shaking off droplets of the night's damp air. Then she retracted a scroll from her pack and held it out for the man. </span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">She wasn't sure what to say next, but given the current company it was likely she'd be sent on her way once this task was done.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #b22222">~No! I need to open a door of mine own. Sew a seed of sorts.~</span></p><p><span style="color: #b22222"></span></p><p><span style="color: #b22222"><span style="color: #000000">As she waited for him to take Burlock's message, she plucked up her courage<span style="color: #0000cd">.</span></span></span><span style="color: #0000cd"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd">"I hope that Master Burlock will soon learn that my usefulness far exceeds the task at hand. In fact, he encouraged me to speak with you, about connections, about..." </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span><span style="color: #000000">Her lips quivered a little, the grief still fresh as wheat-field dew<span style="color: #0000cd">.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></span><span style="color: #0000cd">"...to impart dark things which have stolen both friends and kin from my very hands. Alas, it is late kind Jabbar, all I ask is to share words with you on some future day, as I see you are no doubt busy and in fine company. Before I return to the Inn, is there anything you would have me tell Master Burlock in reply, be it verbal or written? It would honor me not to return empty handed."</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd"></span><span style="color: #000000"><strong>[</strong>Knowledge Check Local (Tattoos) = 5. <span style="color: #000000"><strong>]</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="color: #000000"><strong>[</strong></span>Knowledge Check Religion = 3.<span style="color: #000000"><strong>]</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="color: #000000"><strong>[</strong></span>Knowledge Check Dungeoneering = 18.<strong>]</strong></span><span style="color: #b22222"></span></p><p><span style="color: #b22222"></span></p><p>[sblock=Aletia Stats]</p><p></p><table style='width: 100%'><tr><td><strong><img src="http://www.dawnindustry.com/Temp/AletiaS.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></strong></td><td><strong>ALETIA </strong><em>- Shining in the darkness</em><strong><br /> <br /> Sheet: </strong><a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599" target="_blank">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599</a><strong><br /> Level</strong> 4 Sorceress <strong>Init</strong> 3, <strong>HP</strong> Max: 22 Current: 22, <strong>Speed</strong> 30ft<br /> <strong>AC</strong> 14, <strong>Touch</strong> 13, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 11, <strong>Fort</strong> 3, <strong>Ref</strong> 4, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 2 <br /> <strong>Longbow </strong>+5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows)<br /> <strong>Longsword </strong>+2 to hit / D8 damage<br /> <br /> <strong>Familiar</strong> Crez (Tiny silver viper) <strong>Init</strong> 3, <strong>HP</strong> Max: 11 Current: 11, <strong>Speed</strong> 15ft<br /> <strong>AC</strong> 19, <strong>Fort</strong> 2, <strong>Ref</strong> 2, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 2 <br /> <strong>Poisonous Bite </strong>+2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison)<br /> <strong>Abilities: </strong>Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link</td></tr></table><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 6938535, member: 6799460"] [b]Aletia: A Nocturnal Gathering[/b] [COLOR=#000000]Aletia nodded graciously before meeting the man's mysterious gaze again. [/COLOR] [COLOR=#0000cd]"No need for concern Jabbar, I traveled devoid of incident, cept for the drenching weather. The streets were quiet this night, and nobody bode me ill will." [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]Stepping into Jabbar's abode and softly closing the door behind her, she become somewhat unsettled by the rough assortment of folks within. She let her eyes dart to each and every one of them, yet never lingered long enough to be discomforting, direct, or socially awkward. [/COLOR][COLOR=#b22222]~More dwarves! Oh, and a strange one, no, make that two. What an interesting assembly of late night friends he keeps.~[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Sadly, the links of chain marqued into the flesh of one of the rougher of the crew, meant nothing to her. The ink-scarred flesh did however look serious, much like the stouty fellow wearing them. A lady, the only other one in the room, bore a symbol upon her breast which was most truly of significance. If only the young Elf had paid more attention to these things; yet when Vallio had spoken of religion, gods and faith, Aletia's mind usually meandered far away. She was Moonborn. She knew where her devotion lay, and never really paid much attention to the faith of others. Each to their own. In acknowledgement of the woman's softer demeanor though, Aletia gifted her a small and truthful smile. Then the tension hit. The commonroom's air was thick as silt. Most of those before her seemed somewhat anxious and ill at ease. It was like she'd stepped into the middle of something, plotting perhaps, or simply come at the worst possible time. Jabbar however was polite, and didn't seem particularly frayed by the uninvited guest. She turned her eyes back to him, looking up into the face of man who oozed complexity, experience, and something akin to an unknown wisdom.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#0000cd]"Kind Mister Jabbar, as a new arrival in this land, I wish to prove to Master Burlock of my usefulness. This eve, he requested that I bring you news." [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]Aletia rubbed her slender fingers together, warming them and shaking off droplets of the night's damp air. Then she retracted a scroll from her pack and held it out for the man. She wasn't sure what to say next, but given the current company it was likely she'd be sent on her way once this task was done. [/COLOR][COLOR=#b22222]~No! I need to open a door of mine own. Sew a seed of sorts.~ [COLOR=#000000]As she waited for him to take Burlock's message, she plucked up her courage[COLOR=#0000cd].[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#0000cd] "I hope that Master Burlock will soon learn that my usefulness far exceeds the task at hand. In fact, he encouraged me to speak with you, about connections, about..." [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]Her lips quivered a little, the grief still fresh as wheat-field dew[COLOR=#0000cd]. [/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#0000cd]"...to impart dark things which have stolen both friends and kin from my very hands. Alas, it is late kind Jabbar, all I ask is to share words with you on some future day, as I see you are no doubt busy and in fine company. Before I return to the Inn, is there anything you would have me tell Master Burlock in reply, be it verbal or written? It would honor me not to return empty handed." [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][B][[/B]Knowledge Check Local (Tattoos) = 5. [COLOR=#000000][B]][/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][B][[/B][/COLOR]Knowledge Check Religion = 3.[COLOR=#000000][B]][/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][B][[/B][/COLOR]Knowledge Check Dungeoneering = 18.[B]][/B][/COLOR][COLOR=#b22222] [/COLOR] [sblock=Aletia Stats] [TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD][B][IMG]http://www.dawnindustry.com/Temp/AletiaS.jpg[/IMG][/B][/TD] [TD][B]ALETIA [/B][I]- Shining in the darkness[/I][B] Sheet: [/B][URL]http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599[/URL][B] Level[/B] 4 Sorceress [B]Init[/B] 3, [B]HP[/B] Max: 22 Current: 22, [B]Speed[/B] 30ft [B]AC[/B] 14, [B]Touch[/B] 13, [B]Flat-footed[/B] 11, [B]Fort[/B] 3, [B]Ref[/B] 4, [B]Will[/B] 4, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2 [B]Longbow [/B]+5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows) [B]Longsword [/B]+2 to hit / D8 damage [B]Familiar[/B] Crez (Tiny silver viper) [B]Init[/B] 3, [B]HP[/B] Max: 11 Current: 11, [B]Speed[/B] 15ft [B]AC[/B] 19, [B]Fort[/B] 2, [B]Ref[/B] 2, [B]Will[/B] 4, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2 [B]Poisonous Bite [/B]+2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison) [B]Abilities: [/B]Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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