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The boiling hot sun causes Torqua to become light headed, not even her cool bottle of wine helped. Trying to keep from blacking out, she makes chit-chat with her travelling companions. "So do you think Lord Losador liked me? Of course he did, who the 7 or 8 or how many there are hells wouldn't?"...

Cursing the sun, Torqua struggles to keep up. Forced to keep cool, Torqua opens the bottle of wine she saving and takes a drink from it, hoping it might dull the heat of the desert sun. OOC: End Rolls: 13 15 13. Shoulda taken Endurance as well. Roll Lookup

After falling to the earth, Torqua spends a brief moment to stare up into the night sky. It's only when she wonders why the desert sand is so furry does she realize that's she's landed on a Bug Bear. Scrambling to get up, she notices the skeleton in the sand. "I guess found out what happened to...

It might of been the sudden change of weather, but Torqua found the night near unbearable. Despite being numb all over from the cold, she still felt like there were hundreds of frozen daggers inside her, stabbing her with every breath she took. "I guess this is why they didn't want us travelling...

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Leaving the palace, Torqua seemed pretty pleased with herself. "This is little adventure is shaping up quite well, we haven't done anything yet and we've already had a dinner with a lord and gotten a free outfit out of it." Torqua says, wearing a new white desert robe, normally meant to be loose...

"Good Night, Lord Losador." Torqua calls out still eating her dinner. She stays up with the others until she's finish her dinner. "Alright, boys and girl, we gotta a long day tomorrow, so I'm hitting the sack." Says the Sorceress, taking out her bedroll andd finding herself a place on the floor...

"Of course, my lord." Torqua says eagerly, holding her plate out a passing servant. "Do pass on my gratatue on to the chef." "Strategies, Lord Losador? Like become lord of a city? How did you become lord of this city, if you don't might me asking. Did you just build it up from the ground up or...

"My lord, you are a man after my own heart, if you don't might me saying." Torqua says cheerfully as she digs into a plate of exotic food with an almost holy zeal. "This is fantastic, by the way." Finishing her meal in record speed, she helps herself to her glass of wine. "So tell me, Losador...

"I'm not sure if I should honored or insulted that you didn't include me in that list." Torqua says to the shifter, patting her huge stomach.

"Excellent!" Torqua cries when she's told that dinner is on it's way. "I'll take some wine please. I've heard the the Blazing Sands is quite famous for it's wine." The fat sorceress has a look over the map. "You said that going near these sand dunes is far too dangerous. Yet according to this...

"The honor is all ours, Lord Losador and I have to say, you have quite an amazing collection of treasures." Torqua says, slightly spellbound by the exotic decorations. "Perhaps later you might be able to tell us how you came across such beautiful items." "But on to the task at hand, The first...

"While I sure none of would dream of turning down your great lord's hospitality, in fact we are all quite humble to be meeting him, Myoto does have a point. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that they call this area 'The Blazing Sands' because of how frighteningly hot it gets during the day...

"The honor is all ours, Ladham, sorry if we kept you waiting. I am Torqua Debu, a great sorceress." She says for the fourth time today, making a finally check to make sure she hadn't lost any body parts when she stepped through that portal. "Now tell me, what will be the first coruse of action...

"Excellent! Next stop, the land of the blazing sands and all the Asamadar Delights I can- " Torqua calls out as she follows Shuman out, only to get her vast behind wedged in the doorframe. After a bit of straining, Torqua manages to get herself through the door with only light damage to the...

"No, sorry, that was my fault. But really they should have stronger chairs in this day and age." A bloated dark-skinned woman at the bar answers, quickly downing her drink and joining the group. "Call me Torqua Debu by the way." "Not a bad little party. I say will have his quest done and...

"Oh course, Vardaal, I wouldn't miss it for the wolrd." Torqua calls back, waving at the group. "Sorry about that, Crag. Anyway, your story?"

"Well I have a few moments while the ambassador gets more people for our own adventure." Torqua says, after taking a long drink from her mug. "I would love to hear about your grand ta-" But because she can continue, the heavyset mage notices her mug is already empty again. "Sorry about that...

"34 wives, huh? No doubt he has bore himself quite a family of young dashing princes." Torqua ponders, noticing her empty cup. "Excuse me a moment while I go get refill. Call if you need me." The jumbo-sized sorceress got off the two chairs she was sitting on (much to their relief) and headed...

"Beautiful, huh?" Torqua asks, blushing slightly as twirls her hair around finger. Visions of great riches, dashing princes and fine food begin to dance around her head. She shakes herself out of it when Shuman says they're going to need more people. "Seeing as how this pub has just gotten quite...