Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100+10 (Soldier distracted)= D100 + 10 => 53 Spoiler: Uncontested Attack Roll D100+10 (Stealth)+20 (Skill)+10 (Sword)= D100 + 10 + 20 + 10 => 52 Spoiler: HP Man at Arms HP: 100-52=48 HP Cold Damage: +2 46 HP The man at arms screams as Claudia swings, pivoting too late as he hears branches shatter beneath the weight of her feet. The old sword, aligned properly, slices through the gambeson and carves a slash along the man's side, which begins to freeze just as quickly. "Aaah! Fuck, what the...?" The man pivots, slashing wildly with his polearm as he backs up and tries to gain some distance.
"Ellaria Vael, assistant priestess at the Temple of Yselva." The woman answers crisply, frowning slightly as she sees Eran's gaze. "If you'll accompany me to the temple, my mistress has a task for you." She says, before crisply marching off. As she walks ahead of him, Eran sees that her ass, curvy and ample, is indeed as spectacular as the rest of her. "I heard that you're a local?" She asks as they walk.
"There is a person who has learned of our order. How, I'm not quite sure, but what's clear is that he must be dealt with." Her handler's voice seems to hover in the air around the cavern, not coming from any particular place. "Are you willing to take a life for the Talons?"
Claudia pressed forward, not letting Macek gains any distance. With technique practiced by hundreds hours, she swings her sword to block coming slashing from deserter and strikes him again, aiming at his throat.
Celeste replaces the steel on the counter, trusting instinctively in her friend's advice, as the orc snarls slightly. "Yes, I suppose it's not all that special, now that I think about it. No matter, thank you for your time, sir!" The blonde smiles sweetly, not quite seeing the dynamic that was going on beneath the covers, as she heads off to look for some new bauble to catch her interest. "I can't believe we'll be adventurers soon. Oh, how I can't wait!" She beams. "I bet you've had all sorts of negotiations like that, before we met." Spoiler: Perception Roll D100: 32 The crowd is getting thicker as it comes time for midday market, and Meira has to hurry slightly to keep up with her charge. She doesn't notice anything amiss.
Maelon grins, his eyes widening slightly in delighted surprise at her exuberance. "Careful, you'll pull my arm off!" He chuckles. "We're heading to Collingworth - it's a port city across the Southern Sea." Eliza feels a slight chill as she hears the name - Collingworth is a haven for piracy and debauchery, quite a lawless place as far as she can recall, where the city guards are almost as criminal as the corsairs. "This travelling paladin is dealing with some local criminals, but he's been wounded. He needs us to use our restoration magic in case his wound gets worse in the fighting, and to watch his back." Maelon's eyes meet hers. "It's still a nursemaid job in a lot of ways, but one that lets us show the guild that we can think on our feet, and work well under pressure. That we're not just good for healing people and nothing else."
Damn, what a great ass this bitch has! Oh, how I'd love to cup a feel! Or better yet, bend her over and pound her tight ass full of my cum! Sadly, neither was an option since they were out in the open and she was walking ahead of him, so for now he would have to settle for ogling her. “A pleasure to meet you, Ellaria. Yes, I lived here for a time, though I left decades ago to seek adventure elsewhere. This is the first time I have returned since I left.” Eran replied, not giving any details. Feeling his pants start to get a little tight, he forces himself to look away from Ellaria's ass ad check out their surroundings instead.
"....I don't think you'd want all the details. There were a few times, certainly." She knew the conversation was a lot different than what Celeste was thinking "....though, if you really wished it, I wouldn't even mind if that's what you would have me-" She swallowed and coughed for a moment. "My sister and I survived on our own for at least a few years, so I know mostly what you need. First, you can't have enough ways to keep warm and out of the rain. Usually, Jasmine would get a lot of use out of her fire spells, but I can't actually use any of the primary elements all that well. Cotton is bad for about everything, but bear and deer fur works pretty well. A lantern, some traps for hunting, disease prevention herbs, canteens,- She listed off some more practical options, as a lot of images went back through her mind. What she learned from practical experience by not having it weren't exactly great memories, she definitely learned a lot. Enough that she had to worry a little since her lady had never had to know starvation or freezing in her life. And then there was still the practical element of her needing to actually fight monsters or explore dangerous ruins. She wasn't willing to mention it just yet, but she knew her mistress would run into a problem with realizing the dangers involved. "-and, of course, you'll still want your mirror and brush." She had to close it, by knowing how spoiled she was. She'd be demotivated if it felt too different from her ordinary life. "We'll likely be spending a lot of time outdoors in the middle of nowhere. Of course, I'll do everything possible to make sure it doesn't fall below your living standards." She leaned a bit close to Celeste bringing up her fingers to just lightly touch along one of the golden strands of her mistress's hair. "-I'll always make sure these locks are in perfect condition."
"I love it!" Eliza beamed excitedly, trying her best to hide her unease at their destination. Although the prospect of helping a noble and just man clean up a near lawless town appealed to her on some higher level too. "Let me pack some things and then I'll meet you at the shops. Then we can go over what we'll need."
"Uh, I see..." The farmer casts a curious look at Peng, who's walking around the cottage, poking and prodding at things seemingly at random. "So, you're experienced with the ol' beasties, I suppose?" He chuckles. "Well, I don't know much, unfortunately. I can tell you that whatever it is, it's fairly big. It growls and roars as it tramples my fields at night. The sounds aren't the type that a small monster would make. I might not be a monster expert, but I'd bet my farm on it."
Elaine feels a sense of unease as she moves through the graveyard, keeping her distance from the ancient stone markers, the names of the deceased often written in old, forgotten languages. She almost feels like she can discern a rumbling coming from the ground in a few of them - but as she does, she starts hearing the noise of clanging coming from a nearby mausoleum.
"Heh, I'd pay to see it." The twins chuckle, as they sit down at Lyria's table. "Things are going better than smooth." Lauriel grins, leaning in. "We've got ourselves a hint on quite the nice score." Mirtha says, gesturing for one of the servers to come by. "It's a bit of a unique one." Lyria explains. "We're stealing from some rich boy idiot. But it also involves a jaunt through an old tomb. Scared off yet?" She raises an eyebrow.
(Nice profile pic ) Delphi stands, beginning to cross the crowded room, when she bumps into the broad chest of a man in her way. A muscular, tattooed thuggish looking man stands in her way, casting his eyes down at her. "Heh, you oughta be more careful, love... Never know what kind of attention you'll get, you go barging into people like that." He looms over her, blocking her way to Lydia, who's making some polite conversation with admirers as she slowly moves to head backstage.
(Thank you ) Delphi looks up at the big strong muscular man, she gives him a friendly smile. "Sorry about that" Damn he is big, and those arms! He could probably lift me up with one arm. NO GIRL, FOCUS! She pats him on the arm and goes around him while navigating through the crowd, "Excuse me, pardon me." trying to make her way closer to Lydia. Ok, I just need to get close enough to keep an eye on her. I can introduce myself as a fan, ask for some private lessons. Hopefully she doesn't think that is an innuendo. Or maybe that wouldn't be so bad? She is kind of cute. Not as sexy as the big man though. I'll have to find him later when I'm not busy...
Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100 + 10 + 20 => 35 D100 + 10 => 102 (Crit!) Claudia's HP: 102-35=67 Disarmed! The man at arms displays that he's clearly not inexperienced. He backs up, battering away her sword with the flat of his polearm, thrusting it her way to keep her from getting into sword range. Then, he pivots the weapon downwards, between her feet. Jutting the haft to the side, he knocks Claudia off balance. The world turns upside down, as Claudia painfully falls backwards, rolling down the hill leading to the mill house. Her sword leaves her grip, clattering away somewhere to her side, as she lands painfully at the bottom of the hill. "You a rebel or a bandit? Either way, you'll die for that, fool!" He rushes down after her, weapon raised.
"I see. That explains why I know you not." Ellaria says, continuing to walk ahead of him, the slit in her dress continuing to teasingly hint at sliding away to reveal the curve of her ass, but never quite fulfilling the promise. Looking away, he sees a procession of priestesses heading towards the temple, with servants outside tending to the extensive gardens. "I only arrived here about ten years ago, with my sister."
"You always were the persuasive type." Celeste giggles, not quite understanding what her loyal friend is getting at. "Deer fur. Lantern. Traps. Got it..." Celeste says absentmindedly as she moves from stall to stall, examining the items on display. The blonde coos slightly as Celeste touches her hair. "You're too nice, Meira." She beams at her friend. "But I get the feeling that my hair's eventually going to get messy and there won't be much we can do about it." She chuckles. The crowd gets even thicker, as more and more townsfolk and travellers come out to examine the wares on offer.
"O-Okay, sure. I'll head back to the men's dorm and we'll meet up after." Maelon nods, smiling with excitement. "It's, um, I'm... Uh... Glad my first adventure is going to be with you." He manages, before rushing off, courage spent.
"One thousand crowns." The mysterious figure says, as the magical projection dissipates. The light from his pipe seems only to enhance the shadows of the chamber. "Not including the fee paid to the Guild."
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100 + 10 => 66 "Heh, any time, beautiful." The huge man rumbles, seemingly placated by her smile and her seeming interest in his physique. He moves aside - though not far enough that her bikini-clad breasts don't rub against his chest as she goes forth. Luckily, not having a lengthy encounter with the thug has paid off. Lydia is only just about to move through the curtains heading behind the stage, which is otherwise empty between acts. Delphi has just enough time to get on stage and catch the elf's attention before the woman disappears from sight.
