Fury Panda

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Izabel

@Bluetommy@LokiLeo789

Izabel turned to step down the stairs, the husk was in a midembrace with some sort of other masked man. "Flogging Hell!" she yelled "First a husk, than the runeblade, and now a sacking lich!? What in Bourung's name is wrong with this city!"

The man removed his mask as she came down the stairs. She sighed with relief, one less issue, he appeared to in fact be human. He looked at the husk and said,

"This one would readily agree with you, but this dance of death endangers others as well. We must intervene. What say you?"

@LokiLeo789

"I wouldn't recommend it horns!," she said to the man, just now noticing the large hole in the husks chest, "Oh gods that's disgusting, can't you close it or something!?"

Zorthria

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Renard

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Pleuvoir, Renard's Bow

"I'd hoped to dissuade ye, alas Pleuvoir shall fill thou vessel with steel."

Pleuvoir can be collapsed in half and stored. The bottom and top are pointed and sharp, allowing it to be used as a mildly effective melee weapon at close range.

Backstory

Renard had a blessed childhood, rarely having to work for anything he desired. The son of noble vixens by law, the women who cared for him were rarely there, but loving and nurturing when the were. The rest of the time, Renard was lef in the care of Dure Fort, a bodyguard to the young fox. Dure taught Renard about the real world, and the threats that he could face, teaching him to use a bow and arrow when his ability with a sword proved limited.

Dure Fort

When Renard was a teen, his mother's were killed in a terrible accident. In truth they had been assassinated due to their unwillingness to stand behind the corrupted Lord of the Allforest. With Dure's help Renard took revenge on the mercenary group, as well as the Lord of the Allforest. Dure, now white with age, admitted to his crime, telling the crown Renard had been murdered by the Lord as well, giving his makeshift son a chance to live a life outside of the Allforest. An outcast, titles stripped.

Zorthria

@DarkStar Hey i got your PM, I'll definitely join. So as a small group do we want to be working together toward a shared goal?

Also, whats the difference between a gm and dm? :P

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@twannyman You could join in on the battle?

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Lug

@Overlord Thraka
"Ah yes, a special woman I'm sure," Lug winked at the werelion. "Don't have too much fun! HAHAHAHAHA"

Lug set down his bloodied mace and sifted through his pile of goods, eventually removing another slightly cleaner mace, pushing it through the strap on his back. He walked toward the exit of the tent and looked back "OH, if you can't find the woman and her bed, you can always join me for the night! There's a cot around her somewhere." He waved at the man who's name he hadn't even asked. "My names Lug." he said hoping the man would tell him his.

The orc took his time walking through the city enjoying the feel of the snow against his green flesh. He realized he would also need to find a leather smith to replace his missing piece, but that wasn't the most important thing at this time, first he needed to find his magic stone. He had once needed a potion of healing for a man at his camp and knew that Natsuki was willing to serve orcs.

He approached her shop and threw open the door "Natsu!" he bellowed without looking to see if she was even there "I need a stone of magic, to make a little RoUS survive this bitter cold. For he is weak and tiny unlike me!"

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@Ktyhrea Yes, I'm pretty sure!

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Leta

@BrightSteel@NewShoesForever

Leta smiled, finally someone who was willing to play the long game. "Hold on Shinji," he said, putting his hands on his hips, the feathers on his head flattening back down. "I like your plan Nephish, but I worry about reinforcements."

The feathered man stepped forward, closer to Nephish at the table, "As long as the crown can afford to bring others into this fight, we take the risk of being attacked from two fronts on the water."

Leta pulled out a map from his satchel on his side and set it on the table "I request that we either destroy or steal their holdings within the city of Aldara." He circled a point on the map that he believed to be the vault of the crown. "We could than use some of the profits to hire impartial messengers, informing the remaining mercenary factions and armies that they will be unable to repay any debts."

He looked up at the naga "But, we can discuss this more after you explain phase two.", he said falling directly into his social trap.

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Leta

@BrightSteel@NewShoesForever

Leta swelled with anger, the feathers on the back of his neck stood up on end, but held his tongue. This human was narrow-minded, so focused on his plans success, he couldn't imagine it's failures. The slave girls talk of winds didn't help one bit either "Winds!" he thought to himself "what do humans know about winds?!" But, he stepped back at the Naga's words, crossing his arms, there were likely plans and scenarios he had not thought of himself.

"Yes Nephish," he said focusing his attention to his right, "Pray tell."

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It’s supposed to be full not sure why new folk have been adding in

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Leta

@BrightSteel

The samurai was proud. The archduke had warned Leta about this. “Out there, will be men who don’t care for the odds. They are fueled by passion, their hearts clouded. They are not Wingdred.”

“Allow me to show you,” Leta said as he reached for his waist. He pulled out a small metal trinket of some sort. Suddenly a pole extended from the trinket forming a staff. Leta raised the staff and the fine glass lifted from the samurais hand.

“As the powder moves through the air. The magic wielder must maintain extreme focus, ensuring one piece is not lost. For the others will follow. There is a 90% chance the barrier will fail causing catastrophic damage to your men.”

As he said this the powdered glass began to fall to the ground slowly at first and then quicker.

“On average this will lead to 600 needless blindings of your own men. And 16 deaths.”

Leta lifted his staff again, bringing the dust together in the air and putting it in the vial.

“If the items are levitated through the air in a container and released, the needless death is reduced to 6 and blindings, 300”

Leta walked over to the vial and picked it up moving back to where he had been standing.

“Often times the simplest solution is the best” he said as he poured the shards onto the floor. “Let us fly for the resistance.”

Leta flicked his staff again drawing the fine glass back into its housing and floated it back to the table.