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<blockquote data-quote="Rae ArdGaoth" data-source="post: 3655225" data-attributes="member: 21064">[sblock=Conuld: ]The bandits have several faint auras on their persons.&nbsp; Closer inspection reveals the sources of these auras to be four vials of potion.&nbsp; Two Conuld recognizes the two lavender, almond-scented potions be of the school of conjuration, one creamy white, metallic scented potion of abjuration, and one deep blue, fish-scented potion of illusion.&nbsp; He spins around, sweeping his magical gaze over the area, and notices a very faint blue aura emanating from the bridge, almost out of his sight.&nbsp; This object, the bag from which one of the bandits pulled the furry ball which subsequently became a bat, emits a faint aura of conjuration.[/sblock]Conuld leaves the covered area and retrieves a bag, dropped on the bridge by one of the bandits.The bandits' gear comes down to this:700gp, entirely in platinum, in 7 bags (the only bandit without a bag was the crying girl)1 bat-ball begetting bag2 lavender colored, almond-scented potions1 creamy white, metallic-scented potion1 deep blue, fish-scented potion8 leather armors8 daggers2 shortswords2 shortbows2 whipsNeither girl speaks Sairundani.The stoic, sylvan-speaking girl responds to Lasair slowly, struggling to comprehend the desert-woman's accented language.&nbsp; &quot;[spoiler]The... tattoos are not... warrior symbols[/spoiler].&nbsp; [spoiler]Each... member of the tribe is given the blue... marks when they... come of age[/spoiler].&nbsp; [spoiler]It is an ancient, meaningless... tradition, much like many of the tribe's traditions[/spoiler].&quot;She turns to Conuld, as he asks his question about the attacks, parroting Lasair.&nbsp; Picking up a little speed, the girl says, &quot;[spoiler]We attacked out of... necessity[/spoiler].&nbsp; [spoiler]You had horses, we needed to escape with... haste[/spoiler].&nbsp; [spoiler]Though now it seems we are bound more firmly than we were before[/spoiler].&quot;&nbsp; She gives a grim chuckle.&nbsp; &quot;[spoiler]We planned to demand that you give up your steeds[/spoiler], [spoiler]but we were prepared to take them by force if you refused[/spoiler].&nbsp; [spoiler]We did not expect five soft-skinned northerners, two of you but mousy women, to put up such a fight[/spoiler].&quot;&nbsp; She smirks mirthlessly at her captors.&nbsp; &quot;[spoiler]I, for one, am not ashamed to be defeated by such worthy adversaries[/spoiler].&nbsp; [spoiler]But my spirit-sister[/spoiler], [spoiler]she sought freedom and found naught but more bonds[/spoiler], [spoiler]and so she cries now not for our defeat... but for our loss of liberty[/spoiler].&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rae ArdGaoth, post: 3655225, member: 21064"] [sblock=Conuld: ]The bandits have several faint auras on their persons. Closer inspection reveals the sources of these auras to be four vials of potion. Two Conuld recognizes the two lavender, almond-scented potions be of the school of conjuration, one creamy white, metallic scented potion of abjuration, and one deep blue, fish-scented potion of illusion. He spins around, sweeping his magical gaze over the area, and notices a very faint blue aura emanating from the bridge, almost out of his sight. This object, the bag from which one of the bandits pulled the furry ball which subsequently became a bat, emits a faint aura of conjuration.[/sblock] Conuld leaves the covered area and retrieves a bag, dropped on the bridge by one of the bandits. The bandits' gear comes down to this: 700gp, entirely in platinum, in 7 bags (the only bandit without a bag was the crying girl) 1 bat-ball begetting bag 2 lavender colored, almond-scented potions 1 creamy white, metallic-scented potion 1 deep blue, fish-scented potion 8 leather armors 8 daggers 2 shortswords 2 shortbows 2 whips Neither girl speaks Sairundani. The stoic, sylvan-speaking girl responds to Lasair slowly, struggling to comprehend the desert-woman's accented language. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"[spoiler]The... tattoos are not... warrior symbols[/spoiler]. [spoiler]Each... member of the tribe is given the blue... marks when they... come of age[/spoiler]. [spoiler]It is an ancient, meaningless... tradition, much like many of the tribe's traditions[/spoiler]."[/COLOR] She turns to Conuld, as he asks his question about the attacks, parroting Lasair. Picking up a little speed, the girl says, [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"[spoiler]We attacked out of... necessity[/spoiler]. [spoiler]You had horses, we needed to escape with... haste[/spoiler]. [spoiler]Though now it seems we are bound more firmly than we were before[/spoiler]."[/COLOR] She gives a grim chuckle. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"[spoiler]We planned to demand that you give up your steeds[/spoiler], [spoiler]but we were prepared to take them by force if you refused[/spoiler]. [spoiler]We did not expect five soft-skinned northerners, two of you but mousy women, to put up such a fight[/spoiler]." [/COLOR]She smirks mirthlessly at her captors. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"[spoiler]I, for one, am not ashamed to be defeated by such worthy adversaries[/spoiler]. [spoiler]But my spirit-sister[/spoiler], [spoiler]she sought freedom and found naught but more bonds[/spoiler], [spoiler]and so she cries now not for our defeat... but for our loss of liberty[/spoiler]."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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