Dragon Slayers (IC)

[TearsoftheWorld]

OOC: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1219123
This thread is reserved for those characters that I have approved of in the OOC

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Dessina arrived at the relatively quiet town of Fairhollow in the early afternoon, and the sun was still shining brightly overhead... at least when it wasn't being masked by the white clouds lingering against the blue sky. The young mage took in her surroundings eagerly, though taking no more than a few seconds to study each passing face as she moved further and further into the marketplace. There were vendors of all different sorts lining the streets, and each merchant seemed to be doing his best to ensnare unsuspecting customers and turn a profits.

Although she stopped to look at a few trinkets, Dessina kept a mind on her purse that she kept tied around her belt.

Or rather, around the tiny strip of cloth that served as a belt.

The blue-green haired mage was not wearing much as far as clothes were concerned, but she did not seem embarrassed by her near nakedness. In fact she smiled at anyone that looked her way, even if their eyes had happened to fall upon her bountiful chest first. For the most part she was clothed in white, the ornate jewelry wrapped around her neck serving two purposes: the first to show off her rich background, and secondly to hold up the strips of cloth that partially covered her large breasts. Her shoulders and upper arms were bare, but from the elbow down towards her wrist she wore white sleeves with brown trimming. Around her hips the young girl wore a white loincloth that did little to hide her shapely legs and the bouncy round butt cheeks in back.

She might as well have been naked.

Moving further into the town and approaching one of the local watering holes, Dessina had seen little that interested her. What she really needed right now was a place to stay for the night. She had used up most of her reserve energies to teleport herself nearby, and if she didn't replenish her strength soon she would probably go insane.

 

[Hard_Rom]

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With the hood of his cloak up, his staff over his shoulder and all his worldly goods in a sack tied to his staff, hobo style, Bane turns from looking at the elven mage or courtesan walking up the street and enters the tavern. A busty beauty to tempt even a Zenic saint! And Bane knows he is no saint. A good monk maybe but no saint.

Taking his staff in hand, Bane walks to a back table. Best he stay in the back, eat and get a room quickly. Before trouble starts. A busty bar wench comes to take his order. Bane asks for just water and something with no meat. The wench takes in the monkish robes and staff with it's Zenic motifs cast into it, goes away and returns with a jug of water, bread and a bowl of soup.

When Bane reaches out with a coin to pay, the wench jumps noticeably. She stares at his hand as she takes the coin and quickly retreats to the bar. "Greenskin" is the word that quickly makes it's way around the bar. He hears it every where he goes. For under the hooded monk robes, Bane is a half-orc. He keeps his head down and tries to eat his soup in peace.

 

[Stalzyn]

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He has spent a day in the city. Fairhollow as it was called was a beauty in her own right. Fruitful and fertile. The wood elf had quickly found comfort in her arms, though her people could be sometimes unpredictable and discriminative as was all humans, Taujiel still preferred it to anyother town he'd been to. Mostly because no one was refering to him as a traitor. And plus, he was tired of the endless journeys.
The sun was at its peak and just like yesterday, he was heading to the town's small library. As Taujiel treked the dusty street of Fairhollow, his mind was occupied with plans of how to get a suitable job, one that'll allow him the use of his bow and practise of nature magic.
He felt a hand slip towards him, he felt his purse disappear, Taujiel looked up to see a pockmarked skin fellow running with his purse into the tavern. And so Ta