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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: revised
stole a couple minutes to fix it before church. look forward to the update!
Posted on 2013-05-19 at 15:01:47.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Whoops
Must've missed that, was really tired when i posted and read something about early spring, i'll revise the ending when home from work to reflect the conditions
Posted on 2013-05-19 at 14:39:03.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Every journey begins with a single step
The black of night was sundered by Deilver's blade, striking the earth upon the horizon and shattering the veil of shadow with a myriad of reds yellows and purples as dawn broke over Baelenoa once more. Emerald eyes fluttered open as the sun's first rays caressed Ja'aron's face. A weary hand reached up to tuck a stray lock of chestnut hair back behind a chiseled ear, rising to a slight point belying the traces of Dur'amani blood that coursed beneath his lightly tanned skin. A cool breeze, the remnants of winter's embrace chased the sleep from his eyes and roused him from his lingering slumber. Stretching, Ja'aron stiffened his legs and arched his back much akin to a feline, using the trunk of the great oak he had taken his reprieve under as leverage as he rose to his feet; enjoying the feel of the bark as it scratched his back and shoulders on his ascent. Though the tree still bore no leaves, the buds showed promise of the coming warmer weather, and with hope, their would be little need of blankets and bedrolls to protect from the chills while one slept under the majesty of the stars.
It had been a long walk from the small woodland hut the young initiate called home. For a fortnight he had made his way down from the richly canopied forest Ja'aron enjoyed towards civilization. It was time to trade in some of the pelts and furs he had gathered after utilizing the rest of the animals for sustenance over the winter months. Ja'aron was in need of more herbs and reagents not found within the confines of natural borders, and with spring's arrival it was time to visit Graffton one more wherethe townsfolk there were always kind to receive the young naturalist. While young in the ways of druidism the youth was still more than knowledgeable about tending the land and was more than willing to aid in manual labour or offer his minor magics in assisting the local populous in exchange for the minor things he needed to get by. Ja'aron didn’t find much use for monetary things, though the years of interaction in Syln civilization gave him an understanding for its importance in most peoples lives.
Reaching down for his pack, Ja'aron's hand brushed the tail of a chipmunk, and the tail shook, and then disappeared in the warmth of the pack as the critter rummaged around. Moment's later, the ash coloured creature poked his head up from the confines of the pack, acorn happily held between tiny paws, a cherished treasure revealed.
“Mae, already rustling my nuts and the sun's barely out.” Reaching down to gather his things, the chipmunk happily scampered up his arm and sat upon his shoulder enjoying her breakfast. The weight of the pack upon his shoulders felt strangely reassuring. Every person needed a weight upon their world, it gave a sense of purpose. While Ja'aron was naive and suffered no lack of experience when it came to many facets of the world and it's inhabitants social interactions, the open country roads, the frost covered soil beneath his feet grounded the half-blood, keeping his more aloof lineage at bay. Surrounded by nature was where Ja'aron was at peace. In truth, perhaps due to circumstance, Ja'aron often felt more comfortable in the presence of animals. They were instinctively honest, there were no socially awkward moments, and there was never a question of their intentions.
Ja'aron ran his fingers gently over Mae's fur, and she chattered happily. As he took his first strides towards his destination, the woodsman mused about what changes the months had brought to the small town of Graffton. It had been some time since he had ventured into the populated lands and he smiled at the opportunity to touch base with some of those he had made acquaintance with in the past.
“I wonder if Miss Molly will have more of those fruit and oat bars she had on our last visit” The thought of the crunchy oats and tangy cranberries bursting upon his tongue made his stomach growl. It would still hours until the initiate reached Graffton, but a meagre meal of tack and water from a skin filled from a brook far removed would suffice.
One foot in front of the other, and the road grows ever shorter. Onwards, to civilization
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There were no rolling hills to climb over, no swell to crest to reveal majestic Graffton beyond. Rows and rows of wheat and grain fields yet to be planted greeted Ja'aron as he approached, their barren aisles devoid of seed and stalk. As Ja'aron passed between the fields, he was soon greeted by the happy barks of a shaggy haired sheep dog, and soon after still the first of the children appeared still bundled up tight under the scrutiny of protective parents.
Perhaps it was his apparel that attracted the innocent youth of the town; vestments of deep greens and earthen hues, covered by a warm cloak of wolf fur with the head shaped around the hood, painted stones replacing the long removed eyes giving it a cold, unending stare. Though his hood was draped back over a pack laden with pelts and other furs, there was a spring in Ja'aron's step the triple tapping of foot foot quarterstaff upon the cool earth forming a steady rhythm. The children danced around the 'wolf man' as he had been named on past visits howling playfully though their joviality sent Mae scampering to the safe recesses of Ja'aron's pack. He raised a hand and returned the few waves he received from parents and farmers poking their heads out of the surrounding villas as childish wolf cries echoed into the early afternoon.
The children laughed and danced, and Ja'aron laughed and danced along with them, quite a strange sight to behold, a man of almost 20 winters prancing about without a second thought, but the mirth of those bright eyes around him made his heart soar, and he hummed a jovial tune as his entourage followed him into town.
While his stomach directed him towards the O'Kreen bakery, his laden shoulders would take him towards the Graffton General Store, where hopefully he could part with his goods and begin his bartering. Mr Vaylin had always seemed a fair man, and he looked forward to see how the winter had fared for he and his kin.
(OOC: transactions and basic behind the scene shenanigans covered in pm with Tek, it's really merely accounting for starting funds and equipment and placing Ja'aron in town)
Posted on 2013-05-19 at 07:15:34.
Edited on 2013-05-19 at 15:01:24 by Kaelyn
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: apologies for the delay
didn't get home till after midnight.. but written and posted before bed as promised. Please forgive any errors I'll come back and correct them later as I wrote most of this while at work on my phone.
Posted on 2013-05-19 at 07:14:41.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: I'll have something up late tonight or sometime this weekend
works kicking my butt at the moment. Grad weekend so alot of my younger staffs off so I'll be at the restaurant all weekend.
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 21:35:13.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: tek informs me
he's only waiting on me.. I'm gonna give him my characters name and gender so he can at least get an opening post up if everyone's so rearing to go. I wont be able to work on my character fully until tomorrow-wednesday dependant on work.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 04:45:09.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: Perfect
Thats the same file i was trying to send hammer. Lovely artwork indeed
Posted on 2013-05-12 at 00:15:07.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: well then
Grugg get's what I mean!
and Hammer thank you for the kind words my friend! and yes, come join the fun!
Posted on 2013-05-11 at 18:15:29.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: Claiming
A certain druid w a penchant for elusively fuzzy seed infested waterlogged prey
Posted on 2013-05-11 at 05:17:58.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: :)
Done and done broseph
Posted on 2013-05-11 at 05:10:26.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: for the love of all the effort
it took relearning 2e in like 2 days... please dont let this die! <3
Posted on 2013-05-08 at 06:18:55.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: This makes me sad
Not in any way a good way to return to the inn  im saddened.by this turn of events
Posted on 2013-05-07 at 23:26:09.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: All i can add is
Without metagaming we can only go by what was posting in character, and the way what was said came across is likely why characters are acting in such a manner.
Posted on 2013-05-07 at 22:14:13.
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Topic: Compendium
Subject: Adventure awaits
It was moments like these, gathered around a table with a prospective adventure that truly gave Rose an appreciation for life. Here she was surrounded by a select few she may actually admit to trusting, with opportunity not only to line her purse, but perhaps remove from the unknown a tool of great potential evil. Rose found this all terribly exciting, and as her companions spoke she listened.
The only one who had posted any ill thoughts about the mission was Nadya, and with justification. Rose knew of Sendria, having had dealings there once before, though certainly never enough time would pass by for the woman to forget the less than prosperous results of her venture into the foreboding country.
“How many have you lost?” Nadya mumbled softly.
[OOC: Feel free to insert Tremain’s response here...]
Gathering her senses, Nadya tried to save some face by repeating the question, “How many agents have you lost already in your efforts to obtain the compendium?”
[OOC: Again, Tremain’s response...]
Nadya looked at her companions around the table. Will we fare any better than those who had gone before us? Any better than my fallen brethren? Her companions seemed ready to take on the task.
“I do not like the sounds of this adventure,” the Sylvan woman spoke to her companions. “The Master Librarian speaks truth: Sendria is a dark, despairing land with its people twisted and bent towards death.” Her companions seemed to her to still be resolute.
Rose couldn't help but share concern for her nomadic beauty of a companion. “Dwelling upon those lost in a venture only sours the purpose of the endeavour. Do not forget them, but do not let their weight burden your step. We shall need to be fleet of foot and quick of wit if we are to travel into the heart of sin. Look not to the dark of night, but to the dawn of day my dear. Should we.... nay when we succeed, every lost soul before us shall find peace when we remove this foul tomb from the clutches of its masters and bring it to safety.” Rose did her best to flash a disarming smile towards the gypsy. “And if not for the betterment of Antaron think of what song and tale will be told around the wagon wheels for generations to come.”
It was easy for Rose to spew words of comfort and encouragement, though inside she knew she was headed into a den of thieves; and this wouldn't typically bother her, save for the likely fact these thieves consorted with dark magic and demons and all sorts of foul tools to further their insatiable desires.
Maps and information, horses, wine, access to the library, insurance of complete payment even in the event of someone's death. It seemed to Rose that as usual her merry little troupe had covered the necessities.
“I'm up for the task, if only to ensure your purses aren't plucked clean before a fortnight. There are many in Sendria some would call 'my kind of people' but few I'd imagine have any morale compass lest it be plated in platinum and pointing towards lofty ambition. If we are to leave on the morrow, then we should tend to our affairs and be prepared to leave before first light. With that being said, I would like to review the maps and information you do have on the area, its history and what not before we part.”
Posted on 2013-05-05 at 17:05:24.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: always an enjoyable read
lovely read over lunch. Thank you ayrn. and thanks for requesting more booze! <3
Posted on 2013-04-29 at 19:43:54.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: Hurry ayrn post!!
So that ayrn junior can post 
Posted on 2013-04-29 at 01:36:48.
Edited on 2013-04-29 at 01:37:19 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: lol..
I like single word names.. they seem to be strong and memorable..
Esoteric would sum us up nicely 
I'm just having fun not really serious
Posted on 2013-04-25 at 14:02:58.
Edited on 2013-04-25 at 14:03:31 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: this is something I'll share for the sake of the team
While its out of character here, it's not beyond reason that players have heard rose speak of her wishes to truly own a foothold in the world form which she can influence change and do some good looking after those who seek aid.
I have intentions with future winnings / loot (and hopeful survival) to procure a base of operations and to indeed (using the guild outlines listed in the complete thief / guilds and organizations/ dm's guide etc etc etc) to buy / run an establishment from which we can call home. I've knocked around an idea of purchasing the orphanage and or a manor house from which a guild hall could be formed.
It would serve not only as say 'our' permanent safehouse and place of residence as needed, but would be a great crossroads for (using aryn's suggestions) other 'companions of the ______ or such to bring forth information future quests troubles etc. further adding to an ingame establishment in audalis history and aiding in perhaps furutre recruitment.
anywho it's just something I've been jostling around.. I always like to think big.
(obviously there's alot of stuff ot be done before anything like this is possible and likely alot of dm discussions / personal rp potential between adventures lol)
Posted on 2013-04-25 at 06:01:10.
Edited on 2013-04-25 at 06:03:24 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: I like
I sorta like the Company (companions) of the open hand.. makes me imagine some catch phrase about the open hand baring a clenched fist against evil or some other corny line lol.
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 08:19:40.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: I quite like the
comparison to the expendibles... would be a decent name of a group if not so utterly cliche in hindsight haha.
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 07:39:14.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: on a same yet similar note
Can we have a name for our group?
Something we as a group can use for notoriety and such as we adventure.
Such famous troupe names are..
The Order of the Stick
Acquisitions Incorporated
stuff like that.
More fantasy oriented there's a ton of audalis groups etc.. but let's get some ideas out there.. you know.. every adventureing group (in audalis) should aim for a spot as npc's down the road up in the 'people organization' page
Suggestions:
The Crimson Blades - a Strong name
Unsung Heroes (random individuals who come together in times of need or crisis then go their seperate ways)
Enforcers of Ertain
The Trailblazers - sorta exciting adventuring name etc
And as for 'the talker' I mentioned..
I'm not saying I have to be the leader all I'm saying is I dont mind being the 'face' of the group.. public speaker, the one to strike deals or save coin for us etc etc..
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 05:40:13.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: first post
is up. had fun with it.. good to be playing again
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 03:50:13.
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Topic: Compendium
Subject: The Lady of Roses
Behind the veiled lace covers hanging from the rails connecting the four ornate posters standing vigil at the corners of the grand bed silken skin and raven hair undulated and moved in almost serpentine fashion. One body rose and fell like the swell of a great tide crashing against the shore. The carnal moans of pleasure and passion echoed throughout the great chamber, eliciting more than one giggle or gossip from the hired help passing by the door. Sweat gleamed off her fine physique as the midday sun cascaded through the open window illuminating her golden complexion. As the intimate lover's song and dance reached a crescendo, quivering bodies fell like rushes under the scythe, heavy heartbeats within their rising chests the only sound in the blissful aftermath.
Rose turned to her suitor, and gently brushed a stray lock of blonde hair from her gentle face. The woman smiled softly, her lips curling into a telltale smile. "Alice my dear, the things you do.. oh my, i should like to simply lock you away if only to guarantee keeping you close." She giggled contently, belying her virile spirit despite the faintest of greys creeping in around her ears and scalp. Alice looked on with a grin. "M'lady you know I cannot stay. while I thoroughly enjoy our time together, there is much to be done, and I doubt your husband would approve of the way we handle our business."
"Oh if only he tended to his wife as he tends to his job. The only rise I've gotten out of him in months is the taxes if you know what I mean." She sighed, simply admiring the exquisite beauty of the woman beside her. " Rose sat up, swinging long shapely legs over the side of the bed, the sheets nestled around her waist as her hair cascaded down to caress her shoulders and neck. Standing, and letting the sheets fall where they may Rose turned and leaned over to place a tender kiss upon the lips of her suitor. "Lady Clarice, the day is young, and our transaction comes to an end.” As Rose moved to fetch her clothes, slowly donning each piece in a tantalizing final show Lady Clarice licked her lips one final time before speaking.
“The taxes due are on the table by the door”
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin m'lady”
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As Rose left the chateau, the subtle clinking of coin in her recently acquired velvet purse brought a smile to her full lips. Looking skyward, the sun was passed its peak, and the streets were bustling with all manner of folk. Rose enjoyed the clamour of the city life, it reminded her of home. There was something in the cacophony of noise, in the myriad of smells and sights that breathed life into people. Ferelen truly was a city of wonder, and yet for all its magical and mercantile advancements, it too still had its diversity of economic and social standings. For every wealthy merchant or lord sitting upon a full coffer there were those who struggled for the simple necessities of life. Rose was in a somewhat unique position to enjoy both sides of the social fence from time to time. But it was not always so, and the proud woman never forgot her roots, or to pay homage and give thanks as she may to the hard life she had which forged her spirit and willpower into what it is today.
Passing by a small cart with the remnants of the day's baked goods left upon it Rose stopped to address the keeper. “All baked 'is mornin m'lady”, said the portly man adorned in a snug apron caked with flour and a foppish chapeau sitting atop his bald pate seemingly defying gravity as it lay slanted off at an obscure angle. As Rose perused the goods, the sweet scent of honey loaf and the spice of a cinnamon bread wafted by and she realized she had worked up quite the appetite today with hardly a stop for a bite! There remained less than a dozen assorted loaves left upon the cart accompanied by a selection of small tarts. Rose smiled softly at the man and he couldn't help but sheepishly smile back, for before him at his humble cart stood a ravishing beauty donned in noble finery. Satin and lace accentuated her silken surcoat, with golden stitching and silver clasps drawing it tight around her curvacious form. A simple corded necklace dipped low, masking its end within her cleavage as a simple silver cuffed earring clipped her right ear.
“How much for the lot of them good baker?” She asked with her foreign tone adding further allure to her persona. The man shuffled where he stood a moment taken aback at the question, before gathering his senses and looking over his wares. He counted the loaves on his stubby fingers trying to do the simple arithmetic in his mind. "That would be twenny-eight copper pieces m'lady for the bread, another seven for the tarts."
Rose reached into the simple pouch at her waist and withdrew a single silver piece. She looked at the baker, and her eyes never left his as she deftly flipped the coin knuckle over knuckle as she manipulated the piece along her fingers before tucking it back into her palm, the bakers eyes never leaving the monetary token. “I'll tell you what. You can have this piece, all of it, clear your cart and spend the rest of the day with your family if you would do me but two kindnesses.” The baker's brow furled and his eyes took a moment to leave her hands before drawing up across her bosom where they too lingered just a little too long for courteousy sake before meeting her eyes.
“Yes M'lady, what can I do for you?”
“I want you to take everything you have left, and take it to the other end of the quarter. There is an orphanage there, perhaps you know of it? “ The baker nodded slowly. “Yes I know if it, many a child there without a ma or pa, a shame given the times.”
“A tragedy it is. I'm sure the matron of the house can use all the help she can to feed those poor souls. So be a dear and take your cart and offer her up your breads and tarts would you?”
The bakers eyes widened at the sudden act of generosity, and he shook his head quickly as he started to wrap up his loaves and prepare the cart for departure. Rose held out the silver piece and the baker reached for it stopping for a moment. “And the second kindness m'lady?” Rose looked the man over and smiled once more. “Your name good baker.”
The man seemed almost taken aback at such a simple request. It shouldn’t seem so out of place, and yet here stood a delightful woman of noble standing asking it of him. Stammering he replied.
“S-s-simon m'lady. Simon Moore.”
Reaching forward a white gloved hand, upon which sat a signet ring of a rose wrapped in laurel, the woman handed him the silver piece. “A pleasure to meet you Simon.” The baker quickly dusted his hands off upon his well used apron, and took the piece, before clasping her hand between his own and shaking it with vigor. “Thanks be to you m'lady! Solanis be with you!”
“Nay good Simon, send your thanks to Falloes, for today he smiles on you, his emissary. Walk in the light Simon.” Rose turned to walk away and was feeling rather good about herself as her stomach rumbled once more. Debating on where to quell her hunger she was approached by a man bearing the emblazoned horse and eagle upon his vest. Courier she thought. “Lady Rose a message for you
Rose turned and greeted the man as he recited his message. “Lady Alana is requesting your presence at the Broken Sorrow Inn ma'am. It is said she is calling others as well.” Rose gave the man a curt nod and a thank you before he turned and disappeared back into the busy streets.
Rose smiled as her step picked up in pace, if Alana was calling, then adventure was likely afoot; as well as solving the query of where to grab a bite.
~*~*~
The woman who entered the Broken Sorrow was not the same woman who received the message as far as any onlooker would see. The woman who took her seat at a table in the back was clad in a leathery black cloak which cast shadows about her own person, and as she passed through doorways and shadows she seemed to fade from sight as she moved. To many an over inebriated patron her presence and passing were merely cast as figments of imagination. Taking her seat and casting a glance at her colleagues gathered she lowered her hood, her raven hair cropped short and tied back, emerald eyes sparkling in the firelight.
“Elen sila lumenn omentilmo, she said smiling. It is good to see you.
The conversation was simple, mostly surmising what the Library would want with their group. Rose had done some minor jobs for the library before, mostly the simple acquisition of works from merchants or those who passed through, all dreadfully boring really. Go here, buy this from so and so try to talk him down in price, and deliver it thus Rose hoped it would be something a little more exciting given the fact that her entire company had been rallied. Six o'clock on the bell tower would hopefully answer that. As the group gathered their things to prepare to head to the Great Library, Rose stopped Alana for a moment, handing her a velvet coin purse. “A charitable contribution towards the orphanage from parties who care.” The coin in the purse while no great wealth by nobility's standards would be a great relief for the orphanage.
~*~*~
Rose loved the Great Library, for she firmly believed knowledge was power and where such a repository of knowledge existed she knew in her soul great power lay along with it. The Archmage was brilliant in his establishing of this place. No longer would he have to delve into the tombs and crypts, dungeons or dragon's dens. Simply let the knowledge come to him and be gathered, shared or kept 'safe' under his care. As they gathered and met with the chief librarian the task at hand was revealed. More acquisitions, though this time of a much less mundane method. The thought of sacking an old keep made the blood in Rose' veins race. This is what she had been waiting for.
Rose drank of her goblet, the exquisite vintage upon her tongue brought memories of a venture long ago to her mind and she blushed as she relived the wining and dining in her mind. As questions rose regarding the mission, Rose's eyes took keen interest on the room she was in. She paid particular attention to anything of interest in the form of books on shelves not quite tucked in, the order of the books upon the shelves, were they alphabetical, separated by category or some other form of organization. This observation was simply how her mind worked, every bit of information was merely a potential piece of a bigger puzzle.
(Not interrupting and can be readdressed in further posts, but Rose would like to ask about maps and floor plans of the keep, a history upon it and any potential occupants, and of course, compensation for the company's successful completion of the mission)
(Sorry for the long post, I just sorta kept rolling with what came to mind, it's been so long I enjoyed the chance to write again)
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 03:39:35.
Edited on 2013-04-24 at 03:47:39 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: that being said
with alana talking and what not I'm not one to inturrupt her etc.
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 03:18:53.
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Topic: Compendium Q&A
Subject: feel free to let
me be the talker in town.. Half my skill set is on information gathering seduction commerce and what not. plus I have a pretty face and some really strong.... assets (charisma) lol
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 03:18:05.
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