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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1598843" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 066“Jim’s Luck”Jim Addards.Lil’ JimmyCop-sonPrivate AddardsMegamania.Pathfinder.TraitorMorituriAnd now …one who walks with elves.Titles.  All are titles or names he has had through his life.  Jim has always had a way of collecting them.  He has had more but these have always stuck.  He hopes the elven one doesn’t. Celion and Faejahhal are elves that came here in pursuit of a group of Orc marauders that destroyed their village and area.  They knew something was wrong when one of these orcs were found dead by them before the game started yet at game start, there he was spitting on the viewers along with his comrades.  Once inside, they ran into a Wyvern that spit goo that froze on contact and finally they went underground when they found the Orcs had fallen into a trap that lead to an Underground river.  During this river trip, they were attacked and nearly wiped out by a Beholder (the **** is a beholder?).  That was when I arrived to save Fae.  Can you believe that- a guy that wants to be referred to a Fay.  Could he be …. Naw.“Based on what you have told us, you were ambushed near the Bridge.  That is where we will go first.”“hum?  Oh yeah. Yeah the bridge.” Answers Jim as he comes out of his deep thoughts.  Jim is following between the two elves through a path of sorts that leads to the bridge.  Jim can not help but to note Celion stares at him at times.  He finds her too young for his liking (unknown to him she is over 120 years old- she just looks 14).  “Your aura is quite unique Jim.”  She finally adds.“My aura?”“Yes, it is a gift of mine from Corellon.  I can read one’s aura.  Yours is one that is in conflict.  I have never seen one such as it.”Fae stops knowing she will want to finish this subject before going on.  It is quirk he both loves and hates in her nature.“I see protector.  That is your strongest trait.  But I see the trickster also.  The Trickster has several sub-types.  Yours is of luck.  You are a lucky man in general but that bad-luck needs to go somewhere.  It builds up then is released.  Sometimes on you, other times on those you wish to protect.”Unknown to her, these words pain Jim greatly.  He is well aware of how those he loves tend to be hurt by him or his job.“Then there is this pure white aura.  I have seen it but once.”  She pauses to build interest.  Fae raises an arched eyebrow and Jim's expression is largely hidden still by his facemask.“You have the color of an avatar.”“Ava- who?!?” Jim says scratching his head in faked confusion.  He knows what she speaks of.  He was supposed to be the “chosen one” to rid the world of a great unnatural evil.  He was born with gifts to do this, luck being but one.“You are touched by a god.  A god not known to me thus of Faerun either.  But a god still.”“I hope it was good touch.” And Jim turns around to begin climbing again.  This subject-  gods, faith and him bother him to talk about.Fae looks at his betrothed.  He knows she means no harm but has noticed Jim’s aversion to the subject.Jim gives a quick “Lookie-here” once at the top.A large crack has split the city in two. Dark red mist rises from the bottom.  Several pillars of stone stand like lost sentinels.  It appears they hold bridges up to cross.  Jim can see a large creature, a winged creature, fly in and out of the mist.  If he didn’t know better, he would swear it was a mythical dragon.  “Smog”“Smog?” asks Fae as he reaches the top.  “Yeah- pollution and also a reference to Tolkien.”  Jim says then wishes he had not.  Seeing at how they are elves, they undoubtedly believe in dragons also.Celion pushes a glass ball onto her forehead.  It seems to meld in and then glow.  Jim looks away quickly in disgust and discomfort.  “Your one ally- he is a large man carrying a very large sword?”“Uh- yeah” answering what he thought he explained well enough.“He is walking on the bridge towards our side.”Under his mask, Jim smiles wide and true.</blockquote>

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