Swords sex and sorcery (IC)

[kittenofdeath]

It had been a typical day so far in the tent town around Ferovale, a new batch of traders had arrived, ready to hand off bad merchandise for more than it’s worth, four fights had broken out, the brothel had already been booked out for the rest of the day, and 6 people had been injured over in the training areas. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, though the local butcher, who had been enjoying the services of all the hunters with nothing to do but trek out in to the gray wastes, was still waiting on over half of his regulars to show up with their catches, and not a single person from the tents near the tree line had gotten a peaceful night’s sleep thanks to the racket the animals were making.

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"So how much is this?" Rook asked the trader as he held the dull green tunic to his chest, checking the size in the cloudy mirror leaning against the side of the traders caravan "four crowns" the trader replied in an irritated tone, Rook had been through his entire stock, and the only thing he had shown interest in was a cheap shirt, the trader would easily make a profit with the mark up on it, but was it worth the annoyance? "Four crowns? That’s a bit much don't you think, what if I only wanted one of the sleeves?" The trader had to think for a moment on that one "um... Still four crowns" Rook looked from the tunic to the trade and back again "I'll give you three and 5 coppers" the trader sighed and nodded as Rook paid him, he was just happy to have him gone.

Rook smiled and left once he had changed his shirt, it may have only been lunch time, but with all the people with no work or anything better to do, the drinking started at breakfast, and now that it was lunch time, there were bound to be a few people who had drunken a little too deeply. Ever since he had been roped in to working as the bars bouncer, those people had become his problem.

It was a short walk from the traders to the bar, and as he got closer he could see work that needed doing, at least the lack of walls made it easy to throw people out. He strolled in to the bar, nodding to a few of the more regular patrons before stopping behind a burly man with an obscenely large brow who was insisting rather loudly that he be given a free drink because he was too drunk to keep a hold of his last one while ogling the serving girl. He cleared his throat to get the man’s attention, but he was ignored in favour of asking why the man behind the bar had started smiling, Rook didn't bother trying to get his attention a second time.

Rook grabbed him by the back of the head, clawed fingers twisting in to the brutes hair, and then he plowed his face in to the bar, letting the dazed fool collapse to the floor “I cant leave this place alone for half an hour” he said with a sigh to the man behind the bar before dragging the dazed drunkard to the side of the wooden floor and tossing him out in to the street "I do enjoy this job sometimes" he said with a grin on his face before turning to walk back to the bar "now get me something you didn't water down"

 

[Niriate]

The female elf watched from a distance as she saw the man she knew as Rook, gently letting a drunken patron slide onto the floor. It was always amusing for her to see the... animal, for there was no way to really describe the male, deal with the arrogant humans around.

Namira sipped slowly from her elven wine as she watched the crowds from one of the many darkened corners of the bar. While she knew that there were many others outside trading, she had nothing either of value or wanted anything. Her current gear had suited her for many years and was showing no signs of getting worn out soon.

The only things that she -did- replace, the small Elf could fine in her true home, the Forest. Namira sighed softly as she longed to be sitting on a branch in the tall pine trees that lined the encampment. But even one as her needed ground beneath her feet every once in a while.

 

[knight713]

He had just arrived here three days ago which was only two days after the tent city went up. and it had been about a week or more since he begun to live in a room at the town in. But he had a tent here but had the room to keeps most of his prized belongs from th eye of theives. Yet this was the third time a group of thieves robbed him, well tried to rob him it never went the way they expected it to.

Which now brings him to his current predicament he could see two men in front of him. Both of which where covered in dirty, mud and any other type of filth. To top it off they both smelled very bad. They didn't concern him at the time since they were two arm lengths away. The only thing he was concerned about was the man behind him who had a dagger at his back. He was soon lead to the part of the area where few people would notice anything going on. Away from prying eyes that aren't supposed to see anything


" I'm sorry I had to hurt you fellas like this but you should find a better job" Kris replied as he reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out three king coins. He quickly tossed each one, one of the coins before he picked up his sword. Using the tip of the cane he tossed the bag of coins into the air towards himself. He gave one last look at the three men, Kris quickly sheathed the sword and left the men to contemplate on what to do with their new found money. He could have killed them but didn’t nor did he call for help.

Kris quickly left them and found him self at the bar just as a man was thrown out of the place.

" Well i guess its more lively in there then expected" Kris replied as he walked around the drunken man. He walked into the bar, he could see the man called Rook heading back to the bar and asking for a drink. He never got into a fight with him which he didn't want to. The owner of the bar like him since when ever there was gambling going on and Kris played he often gave part of the winnings to him. Which in turn the bar tenders often gave him free drinks. Kris quickly took a table that was slightly away from the others and waited for the servant girl to ask what he wanted.

 

[Drakkwall]

A group of bounty hunters came traveling to the tent, a large cage on a tall wagon being puleld by one of them, all of the bounty hunters, five in total, were wounded, their bodies bandaged at different places and one of them was being carried by antoher hunter as he was unconscious. In the massive cage they were dragging was a large chained being inside, his name, Krom Frostpaw, a nomadic polar werebear. His tribe had been attacked by the hunters and he had sacrificed himself to save the rest of the tribe from the witch hunters, a fancy name for these boutny hunters who made a living on killing 'dark' and 'evil' beings, if they could brand it in a dark ro evil manner, it could pay them in gold with its corpse.

Krom had attacked them in a suicidal attack, intending to end both himself and their lives ,but he had been careless and one of them had cast a mind spell on him that made hims dizzy before they knocked him unconscious with several heavy blows to the head, it took over a dozen hits before he toppled over like a massive oak, unable to keep himself awake, only thankful to have saved his tribe. But now he found himself chained with adamantine chains inside a cage with bars of alchemistic silver, making him unable to even touch the bars unless he wanted to be burned by the poisonous silver metal.

He was shackled on his arms and neck, the chains being tied to the ceiling and corners of the cage, making him unable to move his body much, and the magic of the shackles prevented him from changing from his current form, he was stuck in the shape of a manbear, being taken to unknown areas just by the corner of the Grey Wilds he had never been to. Krom saw the large bag containing his gear, and frowned, he knew that the runes of his backpack would keep its content from falling into the wrong hand unless it was pried open by a skilled rune scribe, but the rest was not as protected and he needed to get his gear back somehow.

As the came to a town surrounded by multiple tents the polar werebear could smell the multiple scents of the city, and it was making his nose its soemthing horrible. As the witch hunters began to get closer he felt a bit of distress, being caged and all nobody could really blame him, and he roared out, yanking his chains in a frezny, trying to lower his head to bite into his shackles, making the witch hunters laugh at his struggling, mocking the creature as it appeared they had forgotten that it had killed two thirds of their numbers before they managed to knock it out, and that was while using lethal blows. "GROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

[Qyron]

Ringing the bell for the innkeeper, Nayil waited. He was already in Ferovale when the tents started sprouting like mushrooms around the small burg; it was shameful to see such a quiet and peaceful place turn in a matter of days into a cesspool when the horde of tugs, ruffians and thieves arrived. He had been busy in his own affairs then to take some time to learn what had driven all the filth to that place but now that his more immediate duties were attended he would spend some time making some questions around.

- Yes, sir?

The innkeeper was an old man, polite enough to seem nice to others, but his sympathy was more easily bought than earned. And Nayil had already learned that lesson.

- I will stay for another week, kind sir. - Nayil set some coins on the counter between him and the wrinkly man, making the gold pieces sparkle with the sunlight coming through the inn front windows. - Have the maid clean the room and put fresh flowers on my table.
- Very well, m'lord. As you request. - The man eagerly pocketed the money, not even caring about counting the coins; he knew there was more than necessary to pay for the room. - And regarding your meals, will you be...
- I will have my meals in my room, as usual. If by any chance I return after the meal time, have a cold supper prepared and be left in my room. - Another piece of gold appeared in Nayil's hand. - Thank you.
- Thank you, kind sir!

The innkeeper's attempts of appearing obsequious were always repulsive for Nayil, who turned around on his heels and walked outside into the main street of Ferovale, now busy with all the merchants that had set up their tents and were shouting at the passers the virtues of their goods. Pulling up the hood of his mantle, Nayil set his course towards the seedier part of town.

 

[Liliannasidhe]

Yukari moved quietly through the tent city, her soft-soled boots making little sound. She trod cautiously, with the trained alertness of a skilled warrior. It wasn't that she felt she was being stalked, nor was she looking for trouble herself. It was just that, after over a year on the hunt, from Rigen Shikai to the Grey Wilds, it was a reflexive response to new surroundings.
As she walked, her gaze swept around, taking in the sights of the tent city. Others might think it a miserable swamp of corruption and indecency, but to her it positively reeked of life! The tents and stalls, the ruffians, whores, shoppers, and merchants trading, bargaining, fighting, drinking, and performing other activities spun together to create a riotous jumble of color and sound and an overpowering sense of existance, of being, seeming to proclaim to the world, "This is our place, and here nothing shall be taken from us."
Yukari smiled slightly. It was rare that she waxed philosophical, but she hadn't seen such a gathering since her days at Last Step Castle. Thinking about her home, however, brought a wave of sadness over Yukari, and her smile faded. She shook herself away from the misty halls of memory. She had a trail to pick up, but first, she needed a place to stay.
After a short while, her path brought into the town proper, amongst real buildings, instead of the tent city on the outskirts of Helvunova. She looked around, spotting a few shops, an inn, and a tavern, as well as a few smaller storefronts, such as a tanner and a smith. The streets were dirty and the townspeople were either fawning to the point of obsequiousness, or curt to the point of rudeness. Yukari couldn't tell if that was because she was in a bad part of town, or if that was just the nature of the town as a whole. She shrugged inwardly, and headed toward the inn.
She realized almost as soon as she stepped into the wide street from the alley she had arrived through, that she was getting some very strange looks. It was probably to be expected, as Yukari cut a striking figure. At five-foot-six, she wasn't particularly tall, but her slender form made it seem as though she was taller than she actually was. Her hair, bound back with a pair of ebony chopsticks, was pure, brilliant white, a few strands hanging down to frame her face and draw attention to the swan-like lines of her neck. Her slim legs were encased in tight-fitting trousers, spun out of lightweight cotton of a clean, bleached-white color. Her boots came to just below her knees, and were dyed a deep blue. Her kimono, too, was blue, with white chrysanthemum patterns on the sleeves. Her sash alone departed the color scheme, being made of fine black silk, cinched tight, accentuating her slender waist and hips. Her kimono was pulled tight as well, drawing attention to her flat stomach, the expanse of alabaster skin in the V of the garment, and outlining her modest-but-firm breasts.
But none of this was what was drawing looks. No, those were probably owed to the long, curved scabbard of silver-chased royal blue hanging on her left hip, counterbalanced by a shorter, empty scabbard on the right. Her coral-pink lips tightened. She didn't want to create a spectacle, but clearly it was too late now. She kept walking, putting a little extra sway into her hips, to draw the eye away from her gear. There was a number of very fine asses in this town, she was sure, but there was only one katana like hers. It was in her best interest that they remember the body and not the blade.
As Yukari walked past the tavern, she looked inside, seeing a number of patrons drinking and talking and one slowly crumpling to the floor. She raised an eyebrow at that until it became clear that his sudden descent had been materially aided by the fellow in the green tunic. He, then, must be the local legbreaker for the tavern keeper. She paused, watching him step to the bar, and heard him ask for something not "watered down."
The next time his head turned away from the bar, she smiled and nodded to him. Yukari didn't know why she had chosen to acknowledge him, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Maybe she'd step in and introduce herself, he was a good-looking man, and if he was a regular here, he might know or have seen something. Yukari adjusted her sash and prepared to head into the tavern, when she heard heavy footfalls behind her. She froze, one hand instinctively curling around the hilt of her katana.
A deep voice intoned, "Kakita Yukari, you stand accused of consorting with shadowlands creatures and of engineering the destruction of Last Step Castle and Satsuki Yami. You must lay down your weapons and come with me, or die."
Inwardly, Yukari began swearing violently. She fought down her rage, took a calming breath, and let her mind work through the details.

1. She wasn't dead yet, which ruled out Furumaru's goons.
2. The man behind her was a watchdog who knew about her home, which implied that he was Rigenshikani.
3. If that were true, he'd be a Crab Clan bushi, since they were the Empire's enforcers.
4. If he were a Crab Clan Bushi, sent after a known Kakita duelist, he could be either Hiruma Ancestral School, or a Hida Berserker, since those were the only schools that could take her in a straight duel.
5. But berserkers were big, and his voice had come from directly behind her, and a little lower. Either he was a midget, or he was in a stance already.
6. If he was in a stance already, that meant he was wielding a sword.
7. If he was wielding a sword, that meant he was, in fact, a Hiruma Bushi.

And that meant she knew how to kill him.

All of this blurred across her thinking in the span of a few seconds. She waited a little longer, listening. Finally, she heard it, the sound of a steel blade being drawn slightly, from a wooden sheath. Katana, Hiruma Bushi. Style's powerful, but not fast, and its a high guard style, for fighting things bigger than the bushi. Strike fast, strike low, she thought. Yukari turned to face the man. He was strictly average, with black hair and a kimono of dark purple, over trousers and boots of black. He had a katana on his right side, already drawn partway from its sheath. On his cheek, he wore a tattoo of the mon of the Crab Clan and the Hiruma Bushi. Yukari ahd been right.
Yukari shook her head slowly. "Go home, Hiruma. You don't have to die today," she said in Rigenshikani. "I am sworn to hunt you down and bring you back. At least, enough of you to confirm you were found. Will you lay down your weapon?" Yukari shooke her head sadly. She didn't want to kill an honorable samurai who was just doing his job, but if he wasn't going to walk away, she'd have to. She dropped into stance, and took a firm grip on her blade, facing the Hiruma. She let her conscious mind drop away, focusing only on her opponent. She noted the way he put weight on his front leg, allowing him to overextend with falling on his face. She saw that his wristguard on his left arm was cut a little too high. She watched his eyes look for target points on her body, eventually settling on somewhere on her upper torso.
Yukari took a deep breath, and time seemed to slow down. She saw the muscles in his shoulder bunch, and knew he had chosen to strike then. He was powerful, but overmuscled and not graceful enough for what he was trying to do. A katana didn't weight that much, you didn't have to power it out of its sheath. A kakita duelist was like the wind lifting a feather, just powerful enough. A hiruma, unfortunately, was not. That is why, when the Hiruma's katana had barely cleared its sheath, Yukari's katana had already slashed across his leading thigh, and by the time he had begun to collapse, her katana had swung around and claimed his sword, and his sword hand at the wrist.
She sighed once more as he fell, screaming and bleeding. She withdrew a scrap of cloth from her kimono and wiped down the blade, before sliding it home in its saya. Looking down, she said, "Go home, little Hiruma. This is not your place." With that, Yukari turned and strode into the tavern, suddenly needing a drink.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Nakett found it difficult to go by unnoticed, which was something fun for her once in a while, in more civilized environments. She became used to the wilderness easily once she had spent a few hours under the trees, among the bushes, bathing in rivers and eating on the branches. The contrast with the cities of `humans´ as they called themselves was interesting, and Nakett was very curious.

She also enjoyed the attention she attracted. Males everywhere looked at her, transfixed by her strange garments, her curvaceous body, or her more exotic traits which very few actually noticed. But Nakett got bored of that soon enough, particularly when a few men started following her. That was when she disappeared in alleyways, snapped her fingers... and her Walk began. The silence of the panther´s paws, the agility of the climbing lizard, and the cunning of the fleeting fox became hers... as did the pleasure at the exasperation of the men who followed her suddenly losing their prey. Nakett´s eyes followed them, as her teeth showed in a fierce grin, her vanity impossible to control at moments like those.

That said, the Walker found it extremely difficult to camouflage herself in a city of tents, and had to employ much more cunning than natural ability.

Another snap of her fingers, and the red roll of rugs at the fabrics seller´s tent became unravelled. The man, a wrinkly sixty-something hopped on his feet, startled. Nakett, acting like the coquette she was, fixed the cloth she wore around her legs on its proper place (that is, revealing the sides of her legs, not what was between them be it back or front...). After giving the old man a mischievous wink, she turned to continue her stroll, ignoring the flabbergasted few who had witnessed the act.

Aaaahhhh... I really could become used to this, Nakett mused to herself. A lie, of course. Civilization was fun, but not comfortable. And speaking of comfortable...


"GROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!"

The roar immediately attracted her attention, and the Walker moved. It came from slightly up-hill to her location, so looked for the most convenient climbing place, and found it: a wooden construction, some kind of tower on top of a stand specially strong, hard and rugged. It must have been there since before the tent city was erected, and the building it was must have been cannibalized. This all mattered little to Nakett, of course, her eyes were good enough to see it would support her weight and that was all she cared about. Another snap of the fingers, and an agile breeze caressed its way up to the top.

A red whirlwind appeared a few meters away, up-hill, stopping to reveal a tanned woman, covered in red clothes... with a freshly roasted chicken leg that used to be in the food stand right on top of the wooden tower. Nakett took care to slip out of sight of the stand owner before he could notice, of course, and bit into the roasted leg as she went on her merry way. And finally...

"Woah... look at that..." One of the wounded witch hunters said, showing the kind of grin that was directly fueled by the deepest, most sudden arousal. It would be unfair to say the witch hunter was horndog, having in mind how shamelessly Nakett´s figure appeared under her clothes. Most men would naturally have the same reaction. Nakett paid little attention to that, taking it as naturally as she would a bush´ leaves brushing her thigh during a Walk in the jungle.

"What´s that, you´re keeping in the cage...?" She asked, biting off a piece of chicken, and chewing it with her mouth closed in a portentous demonstration of good manners. Well, that was what it was for her anyway.

 

[Drakkwall]

Krom knew not where he was, but he was held inside the cage still, but the cage was being hooked up to some kind of crane, to lift it over to an auction of wild beasts sponsored by the witch hunters. In his frenzy to get free he rooked the large wooden structure that contained him, his strong muscles pulling the adamantine chains as they held strong in the metal core of the cage, but making the wood around it groan in protest and even some of the metal began to be bent out of shape by his struggle to be free.

"What's that, you're keeping in the cage...?"

That voice calmed his mind a little, it came from something that smelled of nature, of beasts of the wild, in a way that reminded him of his time in the forest and that of his clan's shamans and nomads. The witch hunters were in a good mood for capturing him and wee more then eager to get some brownie points with this woman, whoever she was, while Krom could understand she was attractive did he not see how bragging about a failed hunt would do them any good, considering they had lost two thirds of their numbers, gotten heavily injured and only managed to knock him unconscious.

"Hehe! This thing? It's an evil beast we captured while risking our lives in the northern part of the wilds! We would have gotten more of its filth but they were cowards when facing our collective might and fled into the mountains. This thing's the only one we managed to get alive as the others we got were too weak to survive, so wej ust vut off their heads and stuffed them in a bag. This mangy beast is going to be our payment, ain't that right ugly!?" The witch hunter then kicked the cage and the were bear snarled at him, infuriated by his sheer arrogance and way of lying, they had not killed any adult werebears, they had targetted the young, the cubs, none of the adutls had been their preys, child killers was all they were and he would not let them claim to be anything else.

"DO NOT SPEAK LIES CUB SLAYER!" His deep voice rumbled out of his bearish vocals and the witch hunters just glared at him, knowing that nobody, normally, would believe the word of a supposedly 'dark' creature rather then that of a witch hunter, a warrior of justice and light. "YOU MURDERED CHILDREN!! OUR CUBS AND OUR YOUNG!! YOU TARGETED THEM SPECIFICALLY!! YOU WENT FOR THE INNOCENT AND DEFENSELESS!! NEWBORNS!! CHILDREN!!! DO NOT DARE TO SPEAK OF YOUR FOUL DEEDS AS SOMETHING HONORABLE AND JUST CUB SLAYERS!! YOU FOUGHT NONE OF THE WARRIORS OF MY CLAN!! ONLY KEEPING THEM AWAY SO YOU KILLED OUR YOUNG!! I SWEAR BY THE CLAWS OF MY ANCESTORS THAT WHEN I AM FREE I SHALL CRUSH YOUR BODIES AND FEED YOUR ESSENCE TO THE EARTH WHERE YOU SHALL ROT LIKE THE EVIL FILTH YOU ARE!!"

"Stove it you beast of evil! You need to learn your place fiend!" The witch hunters' leader had, had enough of the bear's words and stabbed a strange rod at the large white furred man bear's side and lightning arched through his body, shocking Krom with lightning. "GROAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" Through his shocking torture the were bear jerked his arms, trying to break his chains, only making the metal of his cage groan and twist, but not breaking it, the alchemical silver bars still in his way.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Seated beneath a tree just outside one of Ferovale's taverns, Renji took another slow pull from his gourd, the golden designs glinting in the sun. He corked the gourd and wiped his mouth with his oversized sleeve, the rest of his robes a billowing mound in the small intermittent breezes. He watched impassively as the large drunkard was tossed from the tavern by the recently hired bouncer. Renji made note of the tips of the bouncer's fingers, ending in more than simple fingernails...there was more to this fellow than a mere glance could reveal.

Suddenly a loud bestial roar tore across the open air of the streets of the tent-city. The noise was long and very enraged...."That sounds much like a bear...but in this city? I would think not..." Renji mused, standing up a bit unstably; the effects of the sun and his Wine mixing to larger effect than normal. As he rose and stumbled off toward the raucousness, he nearly collided with a large man with an equally large cloak walking from the tavern. Spinning quickly, Renji avoided hitting the man, but then nearly tripped over what, on a second glance appeared to be a severed hand holding a katana. Squinting and stooping to examine the weapon and it's wielder, he noticed a trail of blood but no one to whom it could belong. He stood again and heard more yelling and the sounds of an unhappy prisoner attempting to free themselves. He wove his way through the throng of people in the direction of the noises, curious to see what sort of beast had been captured, but not forgetting about both the bouncer's strangeness and that of the mysteriously severed hand.

 

[dravynslilvamp]

Katana had went unnoticed for the couple days she was there;that is how she wanted it though made her more free to observe. She did not have much money just a few copper coins,but she managed she had shacked up with the barbarian black smith so she could observe the tents and the people in them.Walking around the crowd as her arrows mostly covered in blood because of the animals she was hunting for a trader in exchange for couple crowns.

As she went out that day she was only lucky to catch a coon and boar that was roaming wild.She walked to the meet caravan and plopped the boar "It's the best I can do." She saw the trader roll his eyes but she did not care. "Can you skin this for me?" she asked as she held up the coon. "That will cost you extra" She glared for a minute "No it's okay I am sure another trading will do it for free on account I am a guest and they could use the meet." As she started to walk away she heard him sigh as she smiled and turned back handing him the coon.

As she got it back she stuck the tail onto her bow bag and went off to see if she could get a new bow or at least find a string because it was so torn from being used to much.As she walked she slowly brazed by a fruit stand and stole a couple apples putting one in her pouch she had pick pocketed from someone and eating the other one. Seeking her teeth into the golden delicious apple with some of the juices trickling down her mouth. She wiped it from her chin.

Still walking around as she heard the roar then loud screaming she ignored it,and found her self reaching the inn as she sat at the bar "I will have something cheap but tasty" Katana wanted to save her money but shelling out a little for a drink was no big deal. So she sat and pondered how to get a new bow and some of those claws,wrist blades,and katar. Giving a little sigh as she took a sip from her drink just looking around.

 

[Niriate]

The almost deafening roar had silenced many in the bar, but it wouldn't take very long for the chatter to start up again.
As much fun as it had been, watching Rook beat up drunken patrons, the roar had intruiged her. From her scouting she didn't remember seeing any evidence of the presence of bears in this region. And yet the roar was almost unmistakingly that of a bear, or atleast a ursine species.

Namira slipped down from her stool and hoisted the longbow back on her shoulder. Because of the many patrons, it wasn't easy for the small elf to make her way out of the bar. But with some gentle prodding and poking in a few private places, the girl came out of the bar.

Looking around, she saw that a lot of people were standing near the top of one of the hills that surrounded the camp. " So that is probably where the cry came from. I hope it's worth my time. " Namira smiled a little as she closed her eyes and started to walk towards the hill.

Her affinity with the woods surrounding the camp made her steps soundless and swift as she asked for the aid of the ancient trees and swift critters. Although the effects were weaker then normally, because of the distance between her and the forest itself, she still only took a couple seconds to reach the cage. Her form solidifying again after it had changed into a brown-green blur, she looked up at the massive cage.

"By the spirits... Is he a... wearbear? Or... something more?" She whispered to herself in awe.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Hmmmmm..." Nakett crossed her arms under her bountiful breasts, and supported her head on her free hand, looking rather bored. She did not care much for the bear´s story (werebear, she corrected herself) or his ancestors, or the witch hunters´ story, but she did have some money to spend (a lot of money, most of it stolen, but it was her money now). And how fun would it be to see how the werebear would use a newfound freedom here? He could go for revenge and die, that would be interesting enough to watch, but perhaps he would not. Maybe she could find something to do with him.

In any case, there was not much to spend her money on, she already had all the supplies she needed, and if anything came up... the Walker could walk away with it whenever she wished.

"So, is it for sale?" She asked, taking another bite off her chicken leg. "Mmmrrg, you said it would be auctioned. For how much?"

 

[Drakkwall]

The werebear looked at the woman who smelled of the forest, he understood how she thought, after all, it was not as if a bear asked the fox for aid for the death of its cubs, the natural order always made it the survival of the fittest, and he guessed that he could have ended up in a worse faith then this, at least he had a chance to regain some of his freedom. Meanwhile were the witch hunters muttering to each other before they turned twards the woman, they coudl care less what she wanted with the beast, but if she could buy it then they would get paid much faster then the week long auction.

Finally the hunters broke off and one with his arm in a sling and a bandage of his left eye spoke to the woman, all the while he leered upon her great cleavage, enjoying the view very much. "We will sell the beast to you for five hundred crowns milady, but if you'd be willing to grant us some 'favors' then we would be more then happy to lower the price for you." The manner he spoke favors was in a very suggestive way, and it was not hard to understand what he was hinting on.

Krom tugged on the shackles again, and the snapping of metal could be heard as some screws in one of the chaisn began to loosen up, but the hunters were confident in the alchemical silver of the cage holding him in place.

 

[knight713]

Kris watched as two woman walked into the bar, well he wasn't like most of the other men who were gawking over them with their mouths open. He could here many of them whispering to their friends or other patrons how they would like bag them in bed. He didn’t like it they were considering them like pieces of meat to use and once there done they would toss the leftovers away. They were good looking and he himself wouldn’t mind getting to know them better. But not how the other men looked at them and not how they wanted to get to know them.

The first one to walked in wore different type of cloths that he seen before, he wasn’t sure where until he saw a better look at it. He remembered that one of his friends servants wore the same type of cloths, he was having a hard time remembering where it was but it was a different land. One that he heard his teacher mention.

The servant girl soon came back to him with his drink a light ale it wasn’t to strong but had a good flavor. He remembered the last time he had something strong with a group of friends and he ended up in some woman’s bed. He heard her whisper that it was on the house and any other drink he wanted or anything else he like. The way she said it he didn’t really understand what she meant but he saw her gave him a friendly smile and held the serving tray close to her chest.

“ Ah thanks” Kris replied he wasn’t sure how to respond to her “ here” he claimed as he pulled out 2 crowns and gave it to her, “ A tip” he added with a smile which the girl took it happily. He watched as she gave him one last smile before going back to work

The other woman looked like any normal girl, from where he sat he could faintly see a bow. Which he figured she must have been a hunter who went out into the woods to hunt animal for profit. He could see a few of the patrons playing games gambling their hard earned money away. Most of them lost to him and yet they will still try to win their money back from him. Only a few try to claim he cheated them and confronted him.

“ What to do” Kris said to himself as he leaned back in his chair and took a sip from the cup. He quickly placed it back onto the table and begun to rock the chair back and forth.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Nakett ignored the werebear, watching the hunters instead. She did not want the price on the werebear jacked up just because she showed a particular interest in it. It was a fleeting thing after all, no way she was going to pay too much for it. She finished her chicken leg while the men discussed their options, and carefully stored the long, thin bone in her bum bag, figuring she could find a good use for it, even if just as a kind of lollipop to be sucked to keep her mouth entertained later on.

Finally, one of the hunters split from the group and went back to talk to her. "We will sell the beast to you for five hundred crowns milady, but if you'd be willing to grant us some 'favors' then we would be more then happy to lower the price for you."

Nakett arched her eyebrows... and grinned openly, crossing her arms under her breasts again, and taking a step forward, to put some emphasis on the size of her breasts which the hunter openly leered. Her midriff also looked fairly... grabbable. As well as letting her breasts stand out, she also tilted her hips so her cloth would reveal her thigh more openly, teasing the hunters with what could be beyond there. Needless to say, Nakett was far from offended by the man´s suggestion, as her rather mischievous grin showed. "How much lower are we talking here? Surely you can appreciate well the quality of the favors I can give? What actually worries me are your wounds... and your unconscious friend..."

 

[Drakkwall]

Leering looks came on the witch hunter,s they had not had a woman for a long time, and though their injuries kept them from having sex they could still get release. The younger one, and the most vulgar apparently, spoke up as he and the others slowly surrounded hers, their bulging trousers clear, though not as impressive as you might think with their body mass. "Considering our injures it is not possible foru s to have some real fun, so how about you pleasure us with your mouth hands and those big juicy fu nbags of yours and we will lower the price to three hundred instead?"

Krom felt like applauding the woman, she was a cunning one, knew how to use her assets for her own advantage, like a mantis luring its mate before devouring it before it can realize what has happened. Though he thought it was a bit much to offer it to these men, they didn't exactly appear appealing, even without their injuries, but who was he to judge? He was a werebear and had only mated with other werebears, so he had no real expeirence with other races and their sexual habits.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Without moving her legs, Nakett looked around herself, and down, appraising the hunters´ erections. They were nothing amazing, but Nakett was not too demanding. And besides, four was a good number anyway, to save 200 crowns. And all she had to do was use her mouth, her hands and her tits. She had had worse deals.

"I reluctantly accept." Reluctantly seemed like a curious way of saying `happily´, judging by her grin. "Is that your tent over there?" She pointed at a nearby tent with her eyes.

 

[Drakkwall]

LINK TO SIDE QUEST THREAD

 

[fr33ks33k]

Renji stumbled to a stop at the top of a hill where the crowd had gathered to observe a large silver cage. Within the cage a large bear growled and struggled against his restraints. Renji looked closer and noticed that this was not simply a bear...it was pure white, save for the areas it had been injured. What was more was that this bear held very human-like features, and as it spoke, Renji's eyes widened. "Perhaps it is a native shaman, caught between forms...I've heard of such things, but never seen one in the flesh. Truly astounding..." he muttered to himself, taking an absent-minded sip from his gourd. The men holding the bear-creature captive were conversing with a very buxom woman in form-fitting yet flowing red clothes, if you could call them that. They were bartering over the price of the bear, but Renji was certain he'd heard the exchange of 'favors' mentioned. He cocked his head to the side slightly, pondering the easy nature of the woman, even when confronted with the very blatantly lecherous group. The woman's smile as she agreed to the terms could only be called mischievous and Renji found his own lips curling in a smile. "This one is very intriguing indeed..." he thought to himself as he leaned against a tree to watch the fate of the large creature, still grumbling and fighting against his bonds. He folded his arms, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robes, still blowing slightly in the breezes.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook noticed the woman walking in to the tavern as he looked around the bar, double checking that no one was messing around while he waited for his drink, he was mildly surprised that she smiled and nodded, that wasn’t the usual initial reaction people had to him, though her clothes seemed as outlandish as he did so maybe she just saw something similar in him. It didn’t matter though, she had been polite, so he would be too, he waved back with a smile as he took his drink in hand.

“Someone’s got a girlfriend” said a taunting voice from behind him, Rook twisted around and scowled at its source, the serving girl “the two of you are definitely looking all lovey dovey” she continued with, wrapping her arms around herself like a lover “oh shut it” Rook snapped back before turning back to look in the woman’s direction, frowning when he saw her talking with a man in similar clothing “besides, looks like she’s involved”

The serving girl flinched back at what happened next, but rook just raised an eyebrow “oh you two are perfect for each other” the girl said before walking away, her tray now filled with drinks, not fast enough to be out of earshot of Rooks quick and witty rebuttal of “bite me”.

As she disappeared in to the crowd, he turned back to see the woman walking in to the bar for a second time “nicely done” he said after a sip of his drink “you were through with him before most people noticed anything was happening at all” he looked past her at the man outside, quickly hobbling off to find a healer, and smirked at the sight “sit down, have a drink, I’m buying”

 

[Niriate]

Namira watched as the red clothed female and the hunters walked off towards one of the tents. She had overheard them speaking of favours to lower the price, and judging by the way that the female had nearly pushed her breasts into the faces of the hunters, it wasn't hard to guess what kind of favours they meant.

Ofcourse this let nobody to guard the cage, but seeing the massive lock that had been installed on the prison quickly downed anyone's hopes on freeing the captive. Lockpicking had been something she had never managed to understand, which proved to be quite a shame at this point.

The small elf took a few steps closer to the cage and smiled a bit as she saw the massive figure of the werebear. "Your kind is even more spectacular then is said..." She whispered to herself, perhaps even audiable for the bear.

 

[Drakkwall]

Turning his massive head towards the sound as best as he could he could only catch a glimpse of a pointy ear, meaning an elf was looking at here. Snorting a little at her chosen words the large lycanthropic polar bear growled out as he hung there in his chains. "If we were as spectacular as the tales then I would have torn these chains apart and crushed those vermin, but I have a feeling, that whoever that woman is, she sees it in her own interest to see me freed, even though she wouldn't care for my reasons, will I gladly swear my allegiance to her in exchange. We of the frostpaw clan has it in our blood to honor our words, no matter the cost." He then looked at the bag with his belongings the hunters had recklessly left by the wagon. "I will have my clan's cubs avenged before the sun sets."

 

[Niriate]

Namira could only nod to the explanation that the beast gave her.

"I wish I could say that I know how much you suffer, but that would sadly be a lie."
She looked over her shoulder towards the tents where she had seen the hunters and the female go off to.

"I had no idea that werebears lived in this part of the world. Let alone ones with a clan name as yours."

When she saw him looking down to what seemed to be a backpack of sorts, she slowly walked over towards it, letting him funny see her.
"Is this yours, Frostpaw?"

 

[Drakkwall]

"Yes it is mine, no need to touch it though, once I am free of these chains, I wil lget the mback after I am through with those scumbags." With a jerk of his head the werebear relazed his muscles and waited calmly for the time to strike to come, like a wolf on the prowl he had to keep himself ready for just the right moment to move, strike and hit his prey. "My clan is a nomadic one, we live among the mountains and forests, we are rarely seen by others but the druids and local wildsmen. The fact that these hunters found us shows that we had stayed too long in one place."

 

[fr33ks33k]

Renji's eyes scanned the crowd, which was dispersing now that the large-chested woman had disappeared into the tent of the trappers. A few people strayed over to the tent to try and hear the goings-on, while many simply returned to their daily work. He noticed that a small lithe figure strode closer to the cage itself, her pointed ears quite noticeable as she conversed with the bear-man. Straining to hear from his vantage, Renji pushed off the tree he had leaned against and wandered a bit closer. There were still enough people that he was unnoticed, but not enough to obscure his hearing. It appeared the bear was also a man....a were-creature, which he had only seen referenced in several scrolls. The small woman was an elf, if the histories were to be believed. And Renji was not one to doubt the histories; after all, his family line was a great part of them. As he listened, he found that the bear seemed more at ease, perhaps due to the other woman's presence and her efforts to free him. Things seemed to be working in the bear's favor, with two women interested in it's well-being. Renji decided then that he would probably be best served to return to the tavern. Turning and heading back toward the tavern, weaving in and out of the human traffic, he hoped that he might overhear something useful to his cause.

Feeling his mind begin to clear, Renji sat heavily at a table and took a deep drink from his gourd, leaning back in his chair as he set the ornamented jug on his table, tucking his hands into his robes' sleeves once more.