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Season 1 - Shadows of the Past

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Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

The Debroux Legacy:
Looking at Anyka she says quietly, "So, are we gonna go see what's in there?" She indicates the door to the warehouse with a nod of her head.
HP 70/70 Panache=5 Swashbuckler 7 Init +6 AC/FF/T 21/15/16 | F+6 R+12 W+3 | Perc +8 +scent

The Debroux Legacy:
"Well I'll be damned... I lost that in a dice game a year ago." Tikkle takes the flask and returns it to the hidden pocket of his coat. "Now I'm sick of waiting... what's behind door number one? He draws Sawa and slides open the door.

If I'm attacked and am allowed, I'd like to opportune parry and riposte

Female Human (1/2 Minkai) Rogue 7 (Knifemaster)

The Debroux Legacy::
"Absolutely" Anyka says opening the door cautiosly.
F Human

Sensing where the orb landed Terra navigates the crowd with ease, already knowing exactly where each person is located. she takes the orb in her hands.

She starts scanning the crowd for Flynt.
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Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

You know where each person is as they are running for their lives like terrified sheep? Lol I would think that people running around and panicking like that would make it a little hard to pinpoint exact locations. I just mean with all the feet pounding the ground in all different directions, if it wouldn't be a little disorienting? Then again I have no idea how that works....
F Human

Dramatic flare, nothing more. If we three are supposed to be bad-ass, I thought i should do something with a little flare

in seriousness, I have no clue, I just now there are tons of people all around. she just hopes she recognizes some of them
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

Christophe pushes his way through the running crowd, the basket held close to his chest. He sees Terra up ahead and quickens his pace.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

It's okay....just hoping we don't attract the wrong kind of attention now. LOL
Male Trapper/Guide 7 HP: 69/69; AC: 18, T: 13, FF: 15; Fort: +8, Ref: +9, Will: +5; Init: +5, Perception +17

Flynt sees the panicking people and rushes to Terra's location. "What happened?"
F Human

as the two approach she simply looks at the two of them (Flynt and Cris) she has that innocent look on her face. then she holds up the smashed orb.

Got one
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

"Hmm, that's one way of doing it," Chris remarks.
Male Trapper/Guide 7 HP: 69/69; AC: 18, T: 13, FF: 15; Fort: +8, Ref: +9, Will: +5; Init: +5, Perception +17

Flynt's palm meets his face as he shakes his head. "It's great that you got one, but you can't cause a riot like that. What if someone got hurt?"
♂ N Half-Orc Hunter 4
Stats:
Init: +4 | HP: 31/31 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +7 | Will: +3 | Perception: +10/+12 Low-Light Vision |

Read or Die:
Anything useful regarding the Ninjas.
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

"Let's head back before we have to explain ourselves," Christophe says with a half-smile.
HP 70/70 Panache=5 Swashbuckler 7 Init +6 AC/FF/T 21/15/16 | F+6 R+12 W+3 | Perc +8 +scent

The Debroux Legacy:
Hey boss, are we close enough to hear Terras overkill?

Tikkle squeezes Gashka's hand with his left paw as he stands ready for what's behind the door. He inhales deeply to get a feel for what he may be dealing with as the door opens.

The Debroux Legacy:
1d100 ⇒ 16

Just as the three of you start to enter the building, there came a crashing sound in the distance. In the direction of the market district. Anyka and Gashka know the sound all too well.

Read or Die:

I'll have to get back to you on that.
HP 70/70 Panache=5 Swashbuckler 7 Init +6 AC/FF/T 21/15/16 | F+6 R+12 W+3 | Perc +8 +scent

Legacy:
in case I'm not on, here's the response I'm gonna have to pretty much whatever:

"welp, it's their mess now... they can handle it. I wanna see what's in here, and us showing up would probably make a getaway harder too."
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Gashka nods, "I agree.....we really need to find this Corda woman and she what she knows about Chris. Maybe it will help to put back some of the pieces of his memory that he lost."

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F Human

Terra tucks the smashed orb into her pocket and moves along with the others.

she stays quiet as she walks trying to not be any more of a bother.

Once out of the way of the commotion, did you all find what you were looking for? she asks.
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

"I did."

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Male Trapper/Guide 7 HP: 69/69; AC: 18, T: 13, FF: 15; Fort: +8, Ref: +9, Will: +5; Init: +5, Perception +17

"Yea I did too." Flynt replies taking Terra's hand.

Legacy:
Proceeding into the warehouse, it looks like it hasn't been used in years. Despite the number of windows, there appear to be many dark areas that one could easily hide in. "Why are you following me?" A female voice echoes outs.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
"We're worried about our friend Chris and thought maybe you could help. I don't know that there's much else we can do for him on our own and we need your help......please."

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F Human

Terra walks along with Flynt hold her hand. she is rather quiet.

As they get back to the Inn, I'm sorry.

she lets go of his hand and wanders off to the same spot she was sitting with Flynt earlier. she can be heard mumbling as she goes to sit I think I hate shopping

she looks back to Flynt, I need to go someplace, outside of town, but I shouldn't go alone.
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

Christophe leaves the lovers to their business and returns to his room. He arranges the basket as nicely as possible and folds the dress, laying it on top. He takes a deep breath and goes to Tehanna's door. After a moment of thinking, he raps on the door three times.

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Legacy:
"Chris? You mean Remy? I don't know what his game is, but pretending not to remember who I am, or what that night meant to me, is just low. So why would I help him?"

Renards ears prick up at the sound of the knocking. Tehanna nearly jumped out of her skin. Getting to her feet and scrambling to get her pistol, the Dark Elf pointed it at the door. "Who...is it?"
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

"It's Christophe."

Lowering her pistol, she moved to the door. After taking a deep breath, the Dark Elf opened the door a little. Enough for Renard to come out and run in between Christophe's legs repeatidly.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
Gashka's voice takes on an almost desperate pleading tone as she tries desperately to make the young woman understand their plight.

"Please, Corda....hear me and try to understand. It's not a game....we found him wondering on a road a couple days ago in some kind of daze. He didn't even know what year it was. It's not just you that he doesn't remember....he doesn't remember anything from the past three years. He's just....lost and we don't know what to do to help him. When you approached him, it just kind of freaked him out a little....well, honestly quite a bit....but, we're not lying. He also has what looks to be a scar on his right side...and he has no memory of how it came to be there. This is very serious and if there is anything you can do....anything you can tell us to try and help him remember something....then, we would really owe you one. I...I'm sorry if this hurts you....I don't mean to...but, he needs help and I don't know who else to go to. Help us Corda, you're our only hope and the best shot he has at remembering anything right now."
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

Christophe is about to speak, then sighs. Only in the elven tongue did he feel comfortable speaking with Tehanna. "Vili verba scio, sic ego vos aliquid. Ut habeam dicere ... vocibus aliquando spero veniae."

He hands the dark elf the basket. "Spero te eum."

Elven:
"I know that words are cheap, so I brought you something. I may not have the right words to say...so I hope you can forgive that someday."

"I hope you like it."

"Come, Renard. Let's go back to our room," Christophe says, turning to leave. The fox looks up at him with a blank stare before following his master.

Legacy:
"And how do I know this isn't some ploy he devised and sent you to kill me, just so I don't spill his secret?"

Tehanna took the basket and pulled back to dress to see the fruit and chocolates. Her eyes moistened as she looked at Christophe, "Gratias agimus tibi."

Elven:
"Thank you."
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
Gashka sighs, "We don't know anything about any secret....neither does he. That's what I'm trying to tell you, he doesn't remember anything. We are just trying to figure out what's been going on with him for these past three years that he has no memory of. He has no idea who he is, only that his name is Christophe Debroux, he has a fox with him named Renard, and he's some kind of Doctor. That's all he remembers....and right now he's just scared and alone. At least he thinks he is.....he's been very reluctant to accept any help from us, I....I just don't know what to do. Please....please Corda, I'm begging you....if you ever cared for him at all, then please, help us." She continues to stand in a relaxed manner, though her muscles are tight from the emotions raging through her. If they couldn't convince this woman of the truth, then they might never know what actually happened to Chris during the three years that his mind has seemed to block from him.
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

"Loquor. Dies enim reliquos linquo," Christophe says with a small nod. ""Turbaverunt vos paenitet tam."

Elven:
"You're welcome. I'll leave you be for the rest of the day."

"Sorry to have troubled you so much."

Legacy:
From one of the shadows in the ceiling, you see a woman matching Christophe's vague description float down to a point about thirty feet away. Her eyes betray the fact that she'd been crying, "You mean it don't you? He really dosen't remember me? Does he at least know what he is?"

As Christophe and Renard walk away, Tehanna took one step towards them. Shaking her head, the Dark Elf retreated into her room, a tumult of emotions raging within her. He really has a good heart. She thought to herself.
HP 70/70 Panache=5 Swashbuckler 7 Init +6 AC/FF/T 21/15/16 | F+6 R+12 W+3 | Perc +8 +scent

Legacy:
"The bloke thought it was 3023 a day ago. I wouldn't wager on him knowing much of anything yet lass." Seeing that the woman was not hostile, Tikkle decided to poke around the room, Sawa still in paw.
For kicks and giggles Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14+scent

Male Trapper/Guide 7 HP: 69/69; AC: 18, T: 13, FF: 15; Fort: +8, Ref: +9, Will: +5; Init: +5, Perception +17
Vallterra wrote:

Terra walks along with Flynt hold her hand. she is rather quiet.

As they get back to the Inn, I'm sorry.

she lets go of his hand and wanders off to the same spot she was sitting with Flynt earlier. she can be heard mumbling as she goes to sit I think I hate shopping

she looks back to Flynt, I need to go someplace, outside of town, but I shouldn't go alone.

"I agree, I'll go with you." Flynt replies as he sits next to her.

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Read or Die:

Jin learns a few things about the Shadow Hand:

- This Organization of Assassins was a major power house about 500 years ago. That was until about 200 hundred years ago when the Legion of Hammerfall sent its Holy Warriors to wipe them out.

- Their Last known leader, Carthenax, was a cruel dwarf that prolonged his life beyond its normal span.

- Over the past few years, however, the Shadow Hand seem to be making an underground resurgence. There are several suspected targets of these fiends, but no pattern has yet to be determined.

Anything else you're curious about?
♂ N Half-Orc Hunter 4
Stats:
Init: +4 | HP: 31/31 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +7 | Will: +3 | Perception: +10/+12 Low-Light Vision |

Read or Die:
GMSCV wrote:
That was until about 200 hundred years ago when the Legion of Hammerfall sent its Holy Warriors to wipe them out.

Location? Maybe we can find something useful at their old hangout.

Read or Die:
Their fortress was located near modern Polaris.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
Gashka breaths a sigh of relief and her muscles relax slightly as the realization of what they are saying seems to be sinking in.

"Like Tikkle said, he didn't even know what year it was. We're not sure at this point exactly what he remembers. But whatever he said to you, it didn't say it to be cruel. He just really doesn't remember you, or anything over the past three years. I think he said the last thing he remembered was taking a job in Polaris.....but, he was a long way from there when we found him wondering on the road. He didn't even know where he was or how he got there. I...I think he's feeling rather delicate right now. He was very distraught after your encounter and said he felt sick. Like I said, I would never tell you these things to hurt you or if they weren't true. If we aren't careful about how we handle this....he might just lose himself altogether."

Legacy:
"Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't really know him that well either. All I know is that he and I are...the same." A parrot came down and landed on her shoulder. *Bawk* "Just tell them." *Bawk* With a stern look at the bird, she reluctantly added, "We're Witches."
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Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
Gashka shrugs, "Is that all? That's the big secret?" She shakes her head and laughs, "Being a witch doesn't change how we feel about him, we're not a bunch of bigots. You have nothing to fear from us. How long did you know him then, and do you know anything about that scar he has?"

Legacy:
"Shh, not so loud." She said while looking around. "The Legion might hear you, and they don't take kindly to...our path in life." Breathing a sigh of relief, she continued, "As for how long I knew him, it was only about a week. But we connected on such a deep level." She blushed a little, "I was hoping he'd be my first, but he left suddenly, leaving me this note saying he'd return after finishing his business." Corda pulled out a small scroll and handed it to Gashka, "That was almost a year ago. But I always held out hope."
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
She quiets herself, "Sorry, didn't mean to be loud about it. But.....what's wrong with being a witch?" She takes the offered scroll.

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Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Legacy:
Unrolling the scroll she takes a look at it.

Legacy:
"Who knows, why does the Legion do anything they do?" Looking out the window, she says, "If you'll pardon me, I need to be somewhere." Without waiting for a response, the young witch left.

The note itself does indicate a promise to return. Along with a fairly saucy poem.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Rolling the scroll back up she puts it in her pocket. "Well, that was super helpful."

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Female Human (1/2 Minkai) Rogue 7 (Knifemaster)

"And by that you mean not very right? Maybe the poor guy's better off not remembering." Anyka mutters.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

Gashka shrugs, "Perhaps you're right.....sorry I wasted your time. At least we know she's not an enemy. We better get back to the Inn."
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