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[MasterMischief]

Very, Very OOC

tumble sounds like a very cool person, just by virtue of having the BoEF!

Is that all that is required these days? Well hot diggidy damn! Wait...does a PDF version count?

 

[Ravenloft]

Nope, a pdf won't do, must posess the hard copy from the original publishers. See, its not so easy to be cool, now is it?

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

Awaaaay we go.

OOC: Apologies for the lateness, experienced school-related delays. Sorry to have usurped your free will here. I plead plot expediency.

As you stand in the dim shop, you can see various odd skulls, vials and bottles with unusual creatures or fragments of creatures in them cluttering the shelves which cover three of the walls. All are labeled in a minute hand; neat, but so small as to be practically illegible. Gaudy shawls and somber fabrics are draped all over the place. A crystal ball sits on the table as well as a deck of fortune-telling cards. Even with your thus far limited knowledge of matters arcane, you can tell that neither possess any actual power. A pair of flimsy chairs sit next to the table.

Leanna: The door opens with a creak. You see a beautiful woman with long red hair tumbling over her shoulders and down past her knees walk through the door, letting in some sunlight. She stops as she sees you, letting the door close behind her, returning the room to relative dimness. She looks nothing like the ancient crone who lured you here with promises to help you into the magicians’ guild.

Cassandra: You open the door to the small shop and step in. As your eyes adjust to the faint light from the single dingy brass lamp, you notice that you are not alone. The old gypsy woman you met this morning and who offered to sponsor you into the magicians’ guild is nowhere to be seen. Instead, you see a tall and slender woman with lustrous black hair watching you with disconcerting ice-blue eyes.

One of the shelves suddenly pivots into the room, revealing a well-lit and somewhat elegant area behind it. In the doorway stands the old woman. “Come in, come in. Quickly ladies, I can’t have just anyone walk in and learn the secrets of this shop.” You see two people sitting at a table by the fireplace. One is a very young, but muscular man, completely bald. The other is a young woman with fiery hair, dressed in gypsy garb. The old lady sits down and waves Cassandra and Leanna towards the other two chairs, adopting a businesslike tone. “Shut the shelf behind you. This is Drec, who will be acting as my agent and Ezmirylda who represents my *cough* associate to whom I will be sending you. I will provide you with vessels and the scroll which he desires. You are to return with the vessels filled, within 10 days. In return, you each get 70 gold pieces and I will sponsor any spellcasters into the guild. If you can make it in less than 10 days, I will consider a bonus. Naturally, discretion is very important. Any questions?”

OOC: And folks, please title your out-of-character posts as such.

 

[cats]

Drec

IC: "Perhaps these two ladies would like to know where we are headed before we set off? Sense I don't believe you told them earlier. Other then that I figure we have ten days of travel to become acquainted."

Before we leave, I turn to the aging woman and speak softly. "I appreciate that you arranged a dating service for me, but my thoughts drift to possible injuries. Is there a healer among them and perhaps can we have an emergency supply of healing potions?"

OOC: Where are we headed and what sort of terrain are we in. Forrest, plains, etc.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

The old woman nods. "You will have to travel almost due West to the tiny village of Adaran. The trail will be flat and well populated for nearly half your journey and then much smaller as you pass out of the farmland and into the forested foothills of the Weskyrian mountain range. From the town, it is a mere few hours journey to the residence of my associate. Ezmirylda can show you the way. The trip is likely to take 4 days each way and I have allowed an extra 2, in case he doesn't have enough of the substance ready when you arrive."

Drec: In response to your private comment. She rolls her eyes, "I was unable to find someone with the necessary er, moral flexibilty. I suppose I can give you this." She rummages in a chest and produces a healer's kit. "I don't expect you will have much trouble and I will see to healing any minor scrapes upon your return."

 

[cats]

Drec

IC: "I hope it won't be needed, but I wish to travel prepared." I slipped the kit into my pack so it was only under my spare weapon. It would be nice is if I was more familar with this sort of medcine.

"So are we off then?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Ezmirylda:

Ezmirylda had been sitting in the elder woman’s abobe for some time, next to a young bald man by the name of Drec. She had become a bit leary of him since arriving. He would have been okay, except that she thought she had caught him staring at her breasts more than once.

She was about to stand and pace about to let go of some of the pent up nervousness that had fluttered within her chest when a raven tressed beauty entered. She flashed them a look, a look that reminded Ezmi of her sisters among the frenzies. The memory of them was like a blow to her chest, and was only made worse by the entrance of a second woman, who’s red hair rivaled her own, though it was longer than hers.

She rose from her seat at the sight of this woman, trying to hide the fact that she had stilled her breath so as not to make a pained sound over the memories these two evoked in her. How her ‘family’ had loved and cherished her above all the other sisters, only to turn her out for one failing that had been thrust upon her, and that was the least of their crimes against her. The worst, she could not bare to acknowledge as being real. No, that had been a lie, or a dream, anything other than a cold hard reality that she knew deep down she would one day have to face. But not now… Not now. It was too fresh a wound.

Collecting herself, Ezmi gave the two of them a slight nod, and a meek, hopeful smile as she sunk back into her seat, unconsciously scooting ever so slightly away from the man. Perhaps these two would become like sisters to her, perhaps their company would make the learing man, Drec’s company palatable. The elder woman entered and spoke to the two women that had just arrived, introducing Ezmi and Drec, but failing to name the two other women before going on to explain their mission.

The man suggested that the ladies be informed of where they were going before Ezmi had the chance to even ask their names though. She shifted her half lidded eyes toward him, not at all surprised over his lack of proper manners. Ezmirylda got to her feet and made to approach the women but noticed Drec saying something to the elder woman, and couldn’t help but to listen in.

“Dating service?” Ezmi thought in awed disgust at the man’s audacity to say such a thing, and ‘behind their backs’ to boot. And to veil it all neatly as concern for their ‘frailty’?! “Oh! The nerve of him!” Ezmi thought to herself as the elder woman gave her directions. Though the man had given no mention as to women actually being frail, that’s what Ezmi ‘heard’.

“Prepared… I’ll prepare you…” Ezmi muttered under her breath as she looked away, hearing him ask if they were ‘off’. One thing was clear to her mind, if anyone was ‘off’ it was Drec himself… She thought “The nerve! Oh!”

She looked up from her stewing to find that the two women that she had yet to even learn the names of were giving her glances. She absently checked her cheeks then, not sure if they were red from her strong distaste for the man’s antics or from the sudden embarasment she felt over having been noticed by the two. “Ah, excuse me, but might I ask your names, if it pleases?” She asked of the two women softly.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

Ooc

As requested, there shall be a cleric. I'll bring him in once you hit a credible rendezvous point. For any of you wishing to establish contact, his "name" is donsehan.

 

[cats]

Drec

IC: I walked over to the three ladies who were exchanging names now. Well they could probably figure out I am Drec, and the truth was I'd be asking what their names are for the next two days atleast before I remember them. I shifted my pack around my back looking for a comfortable spot.

Once the introductions seemed to be finished I spoke. "So should we divide up what is to be carried?"

 

[Elayne]

Leanna entered the shop, looking over the others gathered within. The firey haired sorceress warranted another look. Leanna had always heard that those with the gift of magic in born were unpredictable and dangerous, if somewhat unrefined in their spell casting. She wondered if the other woman was also looking for admittance into the Guild.

The other two seemed to be of different sorts. Leanna looked over their carefully, trying to discern their natures. She would learn more about their reliablity over the trip.

"A simple delivery?" she inquired, with a slight smirk. She had suspicions that this would be nothing of the sort. The elderly woman seemed... not the sort... to send four seperate people on this journey if it did not require every hand available.

Still, the Guild was known for savage reprisals against 'independents'. This would be worth her while.

"Very well," Leanna said briskly, accepting the chore.

"I am Leanna," she told the other two women, nodding to them curtly.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

The old woman shrugs: "It's not precisely a simple delivery mission. These are your vessels." She pulls out three pairs of women's riding boots, with fairly thick heels and a scabbard. "You will have to wear them, at least on your way through the gates. My colleague at the other end will take care of filling them. I hope none of you have any qualms about this." She gives you a slightly nasty smile.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

She digs in her beltpouch for a moment and comes up with a rolled piece of parchment with a heavy wax seal. "I nearly forgot, here is the scroll. See that it is delivered unopened."

 

[cats]

Drec

"So it appears the load is already divided up. Unless one of you laddies also wishes to carry the scroll, because there is no way I am wearing those boots."

 

[Ravenloft]

Ezmirylda

Taking a pair of the riding boots and sat to slip them on, giving a short glimps of her dancer's legs. "I'll carry th scroll if no one else wishes to, wouldn't want to over burden our MUSCLE now, would we?" Ezmi said in a sarcastic tone.

 

[little_golden]

Cassandra Enters The Shop

Cassandra entered and moved about the shop. She was a stunning creature of great beauty with long red hair that reaches almost to her feet. She is curvaceous, with large stunning breasts, and a delightful thin womanly figure. She smiles as she looks around the shop and appreciates the collection of goods. She loves the opportunity to shop and rest.

Cassandra is dressed in coarse black wool skirt, and a low cut white peasant’s blouse. Her ample breasts are well displayed to highlight her feminine charms. In many towns she could pass for a commoner, such as a peasant, server or even a harlot. She carries a black overcoat in one arm and a small leather pack on her back. She is small in stature and is very non-threatening.

As she took her first steps into the dimly lit shop, she was searching for the old woman from the morning but instead she found a tall slender black haired woman. Though Cassandra didn't speak, she walked on, and was surprised with a pivoting wall that lead them to a bald muscular man and a gypsy woman.

Cassandra didn't haggle over the price or the job. Her funds were low enough that an additional 70 gold pieces would go a long way. She simply smiled while the others talked.

By nature, Cassandra being small in size (and low in weight) was not about to carry extra weight. She grinned as the sharp tongue Ezmi announced that she would carry the scroll.

Cassandra was very curious as to the content of the scroll. Briefly, thinking the worst of everyone she pondered whether Ezmi might be planning on stealing it. Then she reassured herself that Ezmi didn't seem the type, but then again, the best thieves, didn't really look like thieves.

She's very pretty.... Nice legs.... Hmmmmm... But not as pretty as me.... Cassandra thought as she sat down and pulled on a pair of the riding boots as instructed.

and ... what about him... Drec.... Where is he from.... Why is he here..... Who is he with.... Cassandra pondered mentally.

 

[Elayne]

Leanna took her own pair of boots, holding them in hand for the moment. She would put them on later, after she saw if there were immediate ill effects to the other two women.

She gave a slightly hungry look to the scroll that Ezmi took. In her profession, scrolls meant power... either magical or political. Leanna ached to know what was on the scroll. Still, simply seizing the scroll of Ezmi would raise unwarranted attention at the moment. She would see about examining it later, when they were not under the old woman's eye.

"Very well, when shall we depart?" she asked her fellow travellers.

 

[Ravenloft]

Ezmirylda

Ezmi stood up, in the boots, testing their flexability with a short dance maneuver. Satisfied, she looked toward the other red head as she seemed to be reguarding her with an appraising look. Ezmi lidded her eyes and smirked a little letting the confidence she felt over her exotic appearance show. Dance was her art, and her body, the instrument, with which she made it. So she kept it flexible and strong as any good musician would a fine lute. Perhaps she was not as soft boddied as most women, but she certainly wasn't as meek either.

Noticing Cassandra's shift of attention, toward Drec, Ezmi rolled her eyes and tucked the scroll away in her pack as she turned to notice leanna with a lustful look in her eyes while staring at her hips, where Ezmi slung her pack. Ezmi pursed her lips and gave her a leary look of curiosity.

"Ah... Yes, any time the rest of you are, I'm ready." Ezmi answered Leanna.

 

[little_golden]

Cassandra watched Ezmi dance around in her new boots. The boots looked a little funky, but the quality seemed okay and they felt like real leather so she assumed the boots were expensive. The pair Cassandra wore looked similar although the design was different. She walked about the shop but didn't feel any different.

Just boring boots... With 10 days on the road... boots will go a long way for comfort... Riding boots... hmmmm... maybe we'll be provided with horses too ... Dangers.... What will we face.... I don't know anything about these people.... 2 women... 1 man.... But what is that scroll... It must be worth a fortune..... If I could just get a peek at it..... Cassandra thought to herself as she listened to the others.

She knew they were getting ready to head out. Her pack was full of supplies but she sure hoped that someone in their group would be able to supplement her meager food supply with some fresh meat along the way. To Cassandra it was a motley looking group of strangers and likely a lot of distrust amongst them all.

Lies and deception..... The fight for gold... The battle for magic.... Good versus evil.... Life and death.... Hmmmm.... Cassandra thought as she looked over the other travelers as she exited the shop.

"Let's go.... If we hurry .. Maybe we can get the bonus too" Cassandra spoke to the other two women.

If we can get out of the town and get on the road.... We can sleep under the stars.. and maybe learn a little about each other.... Lies and more lies.... Too funny.... But at least we'll know more... Cassandra thought to herself.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

You suffer no ill effects from wearing the boots. They fit moderately well, although not quite as well as if they had been made for you. The old woman sees some of you glancing at the scroll. "I must emphasize again that it is to be delivered unopened. For your own safety as well as for the sake of the contents." She gives the two spellcasters a slow look (Will saves please, from Leanna and Cassandra).

"It would be an excellent idea indeed for you to depart today."

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

OOC: Dice roller.

For those of you who don't own dice for the rolling (which is honour system, by the way) Here is a good rolling website. There are probably also downloadable rolling programs, I'm not sure.

http://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm

 

[cats]

Drec

IC: You know this is dangerous, we have 4 ladies in this room right now, and I am the only man. Things could become very unpleasant for me very quick if I am not careful.

I walked over to Ezmi. "Be honest you want to carry that scroll because if I die on this trip you don't have to recover anything from my body." I smiled in an attempt to show I was simply joking.

 

[Elayne]

(14)

Leanna met the old woman's gaze evenly for a moment at her comment.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

To Leanna

The old woman fixes you in her gaze. "I know what you're thinking girl. If you open that scroll, there won't be enough of you left over to bother burying. My employer is a harsh master. Everything is warded very thoroughly. Do not let anyone know I told you that. I could be penalized for it, though not as severely as if you open the scroll." She hisses for your ears alone.

(Listen checks for anyone other than Leanna who wants their character to hear this.)

 

[Ravenloft]

Ezmirylda

Fixing Drec with a mildly humored look, a VERY mild one at that, Ezmi gave him a bit of honest, as requested. "If you imply that I find you somehow loathsome, my good Drec, you would be wrong. On the contrary, I find your looks off putting becasue they are so fine. The last fine looking man I met raped me." She said so matter of factly, it seemed as though she were talking about someone else, not herself. And with that, she quietly walked from the room, to stand out in front of the elder woman's aboad, praying for the moment to herself she would need to recover from the shock of having so suddenly blurted such and intimate detail of her life to nearly perfect strangers. "Come on, get it togeth... Oh, ow... Not again..." She breathed to herself feeling a sharp pain stab through the lower portion of her stomach. It was a chilling, horrid reminder of what her 'sisters' had done to her, and she wondered breifly if she was slowly dying. She choked back a sob over what her life had become and slapped herself across the cheek with a sharp hiss, hoping no one caught sight of her in such a weak moment. "Get it together now." She hissed between fiercely clenched teeth.

 

[little_golden]

Cassandra looked to the others as they jested back and forth. The words turned more serious when Ezmi commented that she had been raped by a fine looking man. The way Emzi spoke it seemed she was pleased with it and that it was all matter of fact. Thinking about her many own sexual experiences, Cassandra grinned, for when a man took her body, she always made sure he paid for it in some way. Nothing was for free.

Cassandra followed a short distance behind Emzi as she moved from the room. She was taken aback as she witnessed Ezmi mumbling something to the following effect:

"Come .... get it togeth... Oh, ow...t again..."

Emzi's body seemed to contort slightly and then she slapped herself across the cheek and then hissed:

"Get it together now."

Oh no... I think that woman is possessed! Cassandra jumped to conclusion based solely on the limited information of what she had just seen and heard. She promised herself that she wouldn't tell the others but would instead be careful around this other woman.

Waiting a few seconds, Cassandra made a few heavy steps as she approached Emzi.

"The others are finishing up, I thought I'd better introduce myself.... I'm Cassandra... from the Black Forest..... I thought maybe we could be friends... or at least traveling companions... It's always good to have someone watching your back...." Cassandra spoke to Emzi.