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Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

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I, personally, left my post as unfinished in case I needed to change something about it. If I said that it was finished, if everyone else submitted their post, Sola would type out the IC and move on. That would leave much to be desired, as far as I am concerned. The fact that I left my post unfinished is entirely circumstantial in this case, seeing as the crowd might cheer, or one of you guys might want to chime in to Zimnis's speech at some point.

None of us can truly say that our post is finished until we have all posted, so we might as well call it "unfinished" until we are ready to move on to begin with.

And, Joe... 4.4 x 10^-3 is not a valid post number...nor is it an integer...I would suggest you change it immediately before the grammar nazis of the Alghihte Calchter forum come charging along...

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WOOT! I gnew we'd get another friend, but I didn't think it'd be someone Zimmy's size! Also, Hia might not get a chance to ask Zimmy his question until later, Zim's in the middle of a conversation the second after his sits down through the end of the post.

Post 2

Zimnis gleefully hobbled through the narrow street, making his way towards the tavern without interruption. In all of his years, his many years, living in the world, "I swear I never loved steady ground so dearly," he mumbled under his breath. Although the sun was sinking closer to the horizon faster than he had hoped, the tinker gnome felt content to spend the remainder of his day in the tavern. The town did not look very pleasant on the outside, and the foggy's thick enough to burn! He chuckled to himself at the thought and, using his staff to reach, pried the door open. Due to the lack of maintenance, one of the hinges was slightly loose, making the door lean against its frame heavily. All the same, the door relented under the new-found strength of the gnome, regained after weeks of unending tossing at sea.

The gnome practically threw the door to the side and rushed on in to the tavern, taking a deep breath as he stepped, attempting to absorb the thick scent of ale, mead, and meat pie right out of the air. He felt unsuccessful, as he could still balance without leaning heavily on his stave, however he was sure that his predicament would fix itself soon enough. With a broad, almost elated smile on his face, the gnome weaved past a few wenches and directed himself towards the bar, fancily vaulting himself onto a vacated stool with the assistance of his trusty stave. He kept a tight hold of his stave after landing, then used it to wave for the attention of the bar-tender.

After the standard greeting and salutations, the gnome cheerfully asked, "Hallow, noble sir! My companions and I have come from a loooooooong and far away land, across the sea and over many, many hills to reach this town. As such - we need ale!" He then chuckled heartily and, before the bar-keep could move to grant his request, he quickly added, "but before the ale, I have a proposition to make!" As the fairly short gnome continued talking, he stood up in his chair, hoping to attract the attention of anyone willing to look(Charisma). "You see, from the land which I hail from, we gnomes have a certain tradition when it comes to newcomers. If anyone in any group can create a spectacle so incredible that none can protest it's spectacularitiness, the whole group gets drink on the house." The gnome then leaned in towards the barkeep and extended his right hand with an honest smile and sparkling eyes as he continued, "what say ye?"(Barter)

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Nyan, the term "standard" can mean either "something established by authority, custom, or general consent as a model" or "a level of quality, achievement, etc., that is considered acceptable or desirable." In the way you phrased it, it is easy to assume that you meant the prior, when you actually meant the latter. Had you simply put "compared to his home," or something similar, boom. Crisis averted.

Lore, may I ask you to clarify what you wrote? "Zim's state" and "readying himself to it around the bar" were especially confusing to me.

And, if Sola allows it, I was thinking about having Zim perform a puppet show in the tavern to get a free ale. Does ale restore mana? Also, does conjuring two puppets and controlling them remotely cost mana?

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”Hey, can you stand?”

The voice sounded very strange to the bounty hunter, as was noted by his expression. His confused expression, however, were not focused on the assassin, but the medic who was watching them from the other side of the cell. That food! God damnit! he thought, his surprise instantly gone, replaced with suspicion, I doubt the medic would…would he? The odd, stiffness in his leg gradually returned as the medic started speaking again, but Flake ignored it as he shuffled over to his bedding. He had felt the ungodly sensation already, so he anticipated the feeling and suppressed it as a drop of sweat rolled down his face.

He was certain that his soup was poisoned. Bounty hunters, assassins, and medics all had at least one thing in common – they were trained in the use of poisons. Sometimes, a poison’s effect can be extremely subtle. The first stages of the plague are usually the same. Nonetheless, these three groups deal with poisons quite often, whether in combat, in an infirmary, or in day to day life. As a result, these three groups are easily able to distinguish between common occurrences such as headaches, and potentially life-threatening symptoms such as head pains and dizziness, despite their similarities.

Some poisons, on the other hand, are exceedingly rare. Only the most wealthy of persons – only the strongest of alchemists – only the best of the best can get their hands on these poisons because of their special, almost universally lethal attributes, and because of how illegal they are. Most of these poisons act so quickly that the only way to survive would be to take the antidote prior to taking the poison. On the other hand, some have a long delay, but progress quite rapidly afterwards.

As the other two spoke, Flake mentally shut off his ears and closed his eyes, thinking as fast as he could. No matter how many possibilities he posed, he could not think fast enough to narrow down the possible range of causes for his symptoms. He could barely focus over the medic as he proposed to offer assistance, so he muted his voice by thinking aloud. “Lower body paralysis, dizziness, loss of balance, hot feeling, scentless, tasteless – Green! The soup was greenish!” It was a very faint green, but as he looked over to the soup bowl he threw by the door, it was an undeniable greenish hue. He had gulped down the soup too quickly to realize his mistake.

Immediately after realizing this, he quickly shot his gaze over to Raine, eyeing her wrists. “You…” he spat, interrupted by violent coughing. I wasn’t watching her! She could have dropped powder... he thought, suddenly stopping himself as his coughing worsened, no, neither of us would be able to sneak poison in here. His eyes then widened as he looked back over to Oruin, controlling his coughing. “N-no! It couldn’t b-be…” He pulled his legs in towards himself, then looked over to the bowl of soup Raine had. From what remained, it was a whitish brown. “He - he c-couldn’t have…” he stammered, starting to shiver where he sat. By this point in time, the bounty hunter could only barely move his legs, and he was totally deaf. A numbness spread through his whole body, dulling the pain from his bruises. By the time it reached his head, his eyes were already closed, and he was unconscious, still seated upright on his bedding.

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I could post today, but I want to wait for Lore in case Hai wants to ask Zim that question about his precious rocks. :3

Nyan, about your post. Is Lin a tavern connoisseur? I doubt he has been to many, if any taverns since leaving his bastion of snobbery, so the term "adequate standard" seems out of place. Mostly just the "standard" part. Kinda gnat-picking, but it counts.

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How recently were our PCs fed? Did we get dinner on the boat before reaching the dock, or did we spot land right after lunch?

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*shakes Nyan's hand* Why thank you! *wipes the unicorn piss off with my shirt*

Also, I was wondering about that, Lore. That bit seemed to imply that Hai pickpocketted some random person from what I could tell, but it was definitely vague enough for interpretation.

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Generally, people smell bad because they do not wash themselves. On a ship, the only way to wash one's self is with salty, briny water, unless one wishes to use a great deal of drinkable water. Orcs are larger than humans, from what I can tell, so they would logically produce more sweat and would thusly smell worse, not counting how they would smell different from humans as a result of being a different species.

So it doesn't matter how clean Grommak keeps himself. So long as he doesn't use flowers and unicorn piss to perfume himself, he stinks. The same is the case for pretty much everyone, except the elf, who has more important hygenic matters to attend to all day(with his flowers and unicorn piss, undoubtedly).

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The bounty hunter realized that his arms were very tense after his previous attack as Raine responded to his previous command, but ignored his realization. I’d rather lose form than agility, he thought, his frown gradually melting away as his opponent started to move. At first, Flake lifted his foot up to counter a low-sweep, anticipating that the assassin wouldn’t risk a head-level attack against him. To his brief dismay, his prediction ended up misleading him, however he managed to shift his weight back just in time to avoid her foot.

He spent the next few seconds jumping back up to his feet as Raine mercifully retreated, giving him time to ready himself once more before advancing with another simple punch. This time, Flake anticipated a high attack. At the opportune time, right before she hit him, Flake dropped to a crouch to Raine’s right and kicked low, targeting Raine’s right knee with his left shin to catch her advanced leg.

on hit

Flake twists his leg on contact with Raine’s, locking his foot around her ankle, and turns so as to use his other leg to push her forwards, force tripping her. He then releases her leg and calmly gets back up, commenting, “you almost had me for a second there,” before offering her his hand.

on miss

Flake’s leg continues through his kick and a hidden bruise sharply lances through his entire right leg, causing him to topple over on the ground. With a surprised squeak, the bounty hunter rolls onto his back and grasps his tense leg, frightened by his inability to move it. He felt a thousand needles shooting into his leg as he forced himself to straighten his leg. After a few seconds, the pain subsided and his leg was fine once again, however he remained seated, looking up at Raine. “I sure wasn’t expecting that…” he commented, averting his eyes back to his leg after speaking, his cheeks hot with shame.