Terrormoon Adventures Vol. 2 (I.C.) (Invite Only)

[Vero]

The noble youth with the boastful spirit stood in front of her boots.
"Fair lady, my name is Jay Constant and I am your humble servant."

Talia released her song into the ether, smiling inwardly as the man in green shook his head and looked perturbed. Paragon, never a fan of someone who broke her musical focus, glared at the young man with the flowery tongue, but in his favor he didn't seem much intimidated by the cat. Brave is not always smart.

"The only thing I wish for in return is thine name."

Talia looked at the proffered hand like it was a completely alien being, blinked and turned her gaze up to meet he man's eyes.

"I could never ask you to humble yourself, nor serve me, and I doubt you are in much of a mind to do either - unlike the slut on her knees behind you. But calling me Talia should suffice. M'lord Constant." She sighed, and smiled, her tone changing from its harshness and warming considerably.

"Feel free to join my table, though I warn you, Paragon takes up much of the leg room and he doesn't let even me use him as a footrest. Kicking him would not be in your best interest either."

 

[Geryon]

Edaell watched as people seemed to pour into the depressing little tavern. He wondered what the draw was. A varied company had formed, the likes of which many Edaell had never seen. Granted, he had not seen much trapped back home. He sat alone, nursing his drink, when a low buzzing tickled his ears. The sound grew into a gentle melody, barely heard even to his delicate hearing. His head jerked around, searching for any source to pin to the disembodied song. It was a beautiful tune, though. Parts of it seemed almost familiar. In spite of the nervousness he knew he should be feeling, something soothing accompanied the slow massage of the notes. Settling back from the initial shock of a bodiless voice, Edaell's eyes flicked back and forth across the room, settling on the woman by the fire. One of the other patrons approached her, and the music stopped. A slow, small smile crept across Edaell's face. This woman had seemed to take the strange knight up on his offer. Noone else had seemed affected by any strange music. A multitude of thoughts crashed through Edaell's mind at finally putting a face to the voice. He thought he saw the woman's eyes dart towards him. He got up from his table and approached the dark warrior and his companion.

"My name is Edaell Llewin," he started "of the Junao Sept of the island of Cyrae. If you would have me, I will accompany this party." he raised his voice slightly at the last part. The strange woman and her... beast... would know they would be travelling together. Proper introductions could be made, if only her archer companion would make an exit. Edaell retook his seat to wait.

 

[Vero]

"My name is Edaell Llewin, of the Junao Sept of the island of Cyrae. If you would have me, I will accompany this party."

She kept her eyes on the fop, but let her smile spread as she listened to the man in green. People only spoke in that overloud cadence when they wanted to be overheard. He may have just caught her at her little trick, and taken it as an offer rather than a slight. Smart, observant, willing to play along, and just how far down did those stripes go? It may have been an offer.

She purred, low in her throat. This was going to be fun.

 

[Butch]

Jay

"Feel free to join my table, though I warn you, Paragon takes up much of the leg room and he doesn't let even me use him as a footrest. Kicking him would not be in your best interest either."
He did what he thought was best and took a seat opposite the young woman whom he' learned was called Talia and said:
"Very well, since we're undoubtedly going to be travelling together we might as well get to know one another." He looked down to the floor and continued:
"So, Paragon, is it? Nice to meet you. I'm Jay." Behind him a rather uptight knight was introducing himself to the dark knight. Yet another member to the party! How many were there going to be. He realized his thoughts had taken him somewhere else and he started making conversation:
"I haven't seen you in these parts before, are you a new arrival? And on another note; do you have any particular that will aid us on our trip?" He gave her no time to answer but just dove into the next sentence: "I'm an archer and a fencer myself. And I'm quite the lutist as well. Pardon me for just going on and on about myself. I shall let you have the word now."

 

[Vero]

Talia lifted her boots from the table and swiveled, tucking her legs partway under herself on the bench next to her.

She gave him points for addressing Paragon directly - assuming he was a mere pet was never a good sign. The great cat looked at him, unblinking, seeming to weigh his soul and be unimpressed, before settling again on his bone.

Quite the lutist, eh? Talia thought of Stringmaster Norrick's insistance that he could barely pluck a note - and then thought of what he would think of the uses she put her own training to and pushed the thought of showing off out of her head.

"Paragon and I make good scouts and excellent watchers, I'm a fair hand with a bow, and he can hold his own in melee.

We are wanderers, looking for work as we move along. I have been in this town only a few days, and was planning on leaving in a few more."

 

[Butch]

Jay

"I have a feeling that this is going to work out just fine" he said with a smile "I just hope that Paragon agrees. But will someone teach those two some manners." He nodded towards the ugly man and the young girl.

 

[LatinLady]

That's a strange custom, is that some form of drinking game in these parts Lorandielle smiled at the brother's remark on the goings on at the other table. She knew the men of his order to be naive to the ways of a man and a woman, but this one was an extreme case. Lorandielle couldn't help herself "Yes, it's an interesting game, perhaps later I can show you how it's played."
The monk didn't have time to answer before another gentleman approached the table.
My name is Edaell Llewin, of the Junao Sept of the island of Cyrae. If you would have me, I will accompany this party

Lorandielle took in the appearance of this newcommer without saying a word. He looked like a seasoned traveler living by his sword. Lorandielle looked back at Critkill and Nyx to see what they would say.

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Critikill

The Unholy paladin watched as the quiet and large, dripping wet, new patron approached him and Nyx. He walked up to him and brought his hands together knuckle to knuckle in closed fists, he bowed as he spoke...

"Sir, I have traveled far and and searched a long time seeking something, I was told it was to be found here, and I am hoping it is with you. Your notice...." He pointed to the parchment on the board, "Says that you are in need of assistance in retrieveing something, I would gladly lend it if you would have me along."

Noticing that Critikill wasnt totally paying attention he looked to see what had garnished it...to find the oddly dressed young girl in red servicing the horrendously hideous man's cock with her skilled mouth, slurping and sucking for all she was worth...

Confused he thought it was a game...and as she was amused by this, Critikill couldnt help but smirk as Lorandeille passed a wicked comment, impling it WAS a game and how she could show him how to play later...

Behind them and along the side of the pub with a fireplace jay and Talia were getting to know one another...he had managed to sit down without getting torn to ribbons by the cat and Critikill was impressed...still pleased that these two had found each other. More of them needed to intereact if this whole thing was gonna work...

'why dont you just tell them the truth...?,' the blade broke its silence...

'I have, i have...just not all of it...now be silent, I MEAN IT!'

The Dark one turned now to the silent foreigner who had previously sat against the wall, who was now a few feet distance from him...he couldnt help but wonder about the tatoo like marks of blue that streaked down the sides of his face, and what they meant or if they were his at birth... "My name is Edaell Llewin," he started "of the Junao Sept of the island of Cyrae. If you would have me, I will accompany this party."

Critikill put out hand towards each of them...a hand that would chill them to the bone but act as their silent commitment to this quest. Waiting for them to break their apprehensiveness and greet him accordingly, he turned his howling intense eyes on the Lady Wizard who had been waiting patiently for a response as to her dinner invitation...

"I will order us some food...i appoligize...it is simply," he turned to look in the direction of the pornographic spectacle on the other side of the raised bar floor "I find it unpleasant to dine around such things...let me handle this first please..." He rose from his chair...this being the first time the full troupe seeing him on his feet, he towered over most of them maliciously, his onyx armor almost earily too quiet....

Critikill approached the whore and her 'friend', putting a hand behind him to tell Nyx he would be ok...it was her indication to not worry about him and relax at the table.

 

[LatinLady]

will order us some food...i appoligize...it is simply, I find it unpleasant to dine around such things...let me handle this first please..."

Loranielle didn't know what it was that Lord Critkill meant to do, but it seemed such a shame to ask the girl to stop. The girl was doing such a good job of servicing the old man and the sexual aura emminating from that side of the room was causing a nice heat to creep into her skin. from the sensations Lorandielle was recieving from the couple, the old man wouldn't last much longer.

Lorandielle looked up at the Monk and the newcommer Edaell. Both were fine specimens of the male human species. Her eyes wandered blatantly over the monk's exposed flesh and down to his pants. She could see almost every line of his body. She could almost see the locked away sexual energy of this tatoo'd monk and she thought to herself Such a waste for one so well endowed to be kept away from the opposite sex. The pent up energy in this one must be immense. I bet, if I can get him alone the sheer sexual energy I could get him to release could hold me over for a week. It's so hard to find someone of this age with so much un-released sexual energy. The aura from him is almost intoxicating

The look on her face must have prtrayed sheer lust. She hoped he didn't notice her staring, but then again she did.

 

[Ravensteel]

Taro

Taro's attention on the blatent display by the lewd pair was broken at Lorandielle's offer, and he turned to face her, "I would very much appreciate that, I enjoy learning and the more I know the better I will be able to assist you all in this mission." His face was eager and honest, he had taken her statement as the honest truth without a hint of suspicion that she had been teasing him. Before he could respond further however, Taro noticed the hand extended from Critikill, as he reached out and grasped it the unexpected chill numbed his hand and he looked at the man curiously as they withdrew their hands from each other. Taro continued to examine his hand after the same offer had been made to the one who had come up beside him and similarly offered his services to the group.

"I will order us some food...i appoligize...it is simply, I find it unpleasant to dine around such things...let me handle this first please..."

He watched curiously as Critikill made his way to the pair wondering what about the situation he found unpleasant if it was just a drinking game. He turned to ask Lorandielle that very question when he seen her looking over his body, then gaze at him with an unknown look in her eyes. He unfortunately misinterpretted the the reason for the inspection of his form, "I assure you that I am well trained and capable in combat, so if you are worried that my prowess is not up to the task I will try my best to prove myself, Lady.....I've just realized that I've been rude, I am Taro from, as you seem aware, the Mountain Temple of Karsh, may I ask yours?"

 

[LatinLady]

I assure you that I am well trained and capable in combat, so if you are worried that my prowess is not up to the task I will try my best to prove myself, Lady.....I've just realized that I've been rude, I am Taro from, as you seem aware, the Mountain Temple of Karsh, may I ask yours?"

Lorandielle is startled when the monk begins to speak, yet there is no hint whatsoever that he knew why she looked at him in such a manner. It would seem from his comment that he thought she was sizing up his skills. Well, in a manner she was, just not what he thought.

"It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance Taro. I am aware of the place from where you hail, I am Lorandielle. Do not take my looking at you as doubt of your skills. I am aware of your order's prowess in combat. I was merely admiring your form ... I mean .. the shape of your ... markings"

She allowed her gaze to once again wander over his chest and belly before putting her hand out to grasp his. She braced herself for the onslought of unspent pleasure the touching of their hands would present to her.

 

[Geryon]

Edaell had only a brief moment to clasp the dark knight's wrist, as was the custom in Cyrae, but in that short time he felt a deep chill run through his body. A cold that touched his bones, reaching through every part of him. Cold like death. Edaell tried to suppress a shiver. The warm glow of the fire suddenly became very appealing, despite the slender woman and her present company. On Cyrae, fire was almost sacred. So much was different here. The last thought brought a quick stab of homesickness. Edaell took a seat at a table nearer the fire, close enough to hear the strange woman and the archer as they talked, but far enough from them not to seem intrusive.

 

[Vero]

"But will someone teach those two some manners."

"If it bothers you so, feel free. Personally, the girl is free to make her living as she sees fit. But if you wanted to practice your lauded skills on that waste of humanity who doesn't understand how to get a room, the demonstration would be welcome.

It appears our great leader is more of your opinion than mine."

She caught Edaell moving to a seat closer to her and warming himself near the fire. She far-spoke again, her lips open but unmoving as her voice cooed into his ear alone. "I'm Talia, foriegn warrior Edaell. I'll have to find new tricks if you are going to be so adept at catching me at my old ones. I look forward to seeing what I can get away with around you." Paragon sneezed with all the absurd grace only a feline can manage.

 

[Ravensteel]

Taro

"Thank you very much, Lady Lorandielle, I am quite proud of my...markings as you called them, as I am the youngest to ever have recieved the honor of gaining four tattoo's." He smiled as he took her hand gently and shook it in friendship, he then continued on, "Each is embued with a different enchantment, that assist the bearer in some way when they call upon it's power. The only down side is..." He leaned in and said in a low voice, "is that you have to draw all the ones you are able, yourself, it is a very slow and delicate process the runes must be drawn perfectly or they will not work, so you must learn to endure the red hot needle very quickly." He still had his hand grasping hers, unaware of how the prolonged contact might be affecting Lorandielle. But also as the contact with his hand came another interesting fact about the tattoo's they were not just a coloring of the skin, the black and red lines were actually raised and depressed lines of skin, only by a millimeter or so, and only really noticable when one touched the skin.

"But it seems you know much about me and I know little about you, would you care to tell me about yourself a little?" He asked trying to be polite as possible, he finally extracted his hand from her grip and moved to pull out a chair for her to sit on.

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Critikill

The dread knight approached the couple after shaking both Taro and Edaell's hands. He hoped that the numbness of chthulu did not make them TOO uncomfortable...it was late and as he was still rather powerful...(the sun was not up yet) it still took a little bit more of his effort than usual to supress it, being that he was tired....(that fact that he was horny didnt help either)...

'Shes not what she appears you know.'

'Why must you act as tho i am a child! I know THAT, why do you think i approach her as we speak?! Now SHUT UP!' he belowed inside his head, it was a good thing no one could see his darkened face...they'd of thought him mad...

Finnally feet away from the obscene couple, Critikill exhaled from his half dead lungs...exuding a dark mist...he spoke a few words...and the incantation was complete....he now had a minor protection from any attack of a "godly" nature.

"Excuse me, dear woman, and kind sir," his words were clearly sarcastic and spiteful... "but you see a few of us expect to dine here tonight...and it is only making it difficult for us...with your lack of modesty...can you please take this upstairs, or down the street. I would be in your dept." Critikill's words would of been most eloquent if the couple had actually believed he meant them.

Critikill figured his newfound companions would not understand why, but he popped the hilt of Verdilith at his side up with his thumb...a fraction of the abyssmal blade showed now released from its shadowed sheath, as a small sound of sharpness could be heard...

"What say you mam?..."

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Terrormoon Adventures...

Clarilla tried to sound like she was enjoying choking on this pathetic excuse of a dick...she never realized that Rasp was so small...she liked em much bigger than this....anyway...it was sufficing for now...not like she was supposed to be enjoying herself...

While down on her knees she tried to over hear the bounty hunters talking. It was the perfect spot to eavesdrop, she was only a couple tables and chairs away. The majority of them gathered around the that unholy paladin and his whore...the ones they had tracked for the last two days. Their boss wasnt pleased with the fact that they had lost them in the first place...but at least they still had the element of surprise...

She took Rasp nice and deep....making a couple gagging noises just in case...shit she was a good actress she thought...maybe she should do this professio-

"Shit hes coming this way...," she whispered to her partner as his eyes rolled back into his head...the fool actually lost his concentration! "Rasp!" she repeated in a low grunt.... "Rasp!," finnaly he heard her and she could see him lean his hands back behind his head...his fingers most likely wrapped around the invisible hand axe she had taped to his back earlier...

"Remember we HAVE to drug them....we CANT kill them...not yet. We have to find out where the Scepter is..." She lowered her head back between his thighs and continued swallowing his dick...

"Got it," the grinning man responded...

 

[mermaidtabitha]

Nyx

As introductions had been made, Nyx had been silent, nodding and smiling to each new member of the party in their turn, her eyes sharp, sliding up and down each prospective member of Critikill's nascent group. Every few moments, a soft hinting of a smile would grace her lips, before disappearing, wiped away into the soft questioning of her curious gaze. The mermaid was used to paranoia, so her instinct was to evaluate and read those around her.. guaging the risk, though with a companion like Critikill and with more prospective allies or friends being added by the minute, she was relaxing nicely.

When Critikill held his hand out to her, she stopped sttempting to rise from her stool. The raven-haired beauty knew better than to counter him -- directly. After he'd drawn closer to the pair and begun speaking to them, she rose, stretching out lithely from head to toe. The red dress was now merely a bit damp, but still clung to her form all the way from her shoulders to mid thigh; in the nature of the fabric and cut itself to give the impression of being wet even when it is dry. It was one of the reasons Nyx loved the dress, though only herself and Critikill could appreciate the hidden joke.

She glanced over at the woman who had first joined their endeavor, favoring the woman with a fleeting little wink, her lips pulled upwards into a flirtatious little smile. After that slim moment, she looked to each of the ones who had joined the quest in turn, a smile growing on her lips. She was pleased with both the quantity and quality of the people present it would seem.

Her bright blue eyes flitted their way over to Critikill then, and her hands flexed involuntarily as he addressed the pair of amorous bar-goers. Knowing him, and that he wouldn't normally try to enforce a sense of public propriety that he didn't take much stock in himself, and just being the hunted creature she is, she is priming herself for whatever he's up to.. or whatever the pair providing the heat-increasing display are up to. She wishes idly that she had more than just a single dagger strapped to her inner thigh.

 

[LatinLady]

That first contact her hand made with his nearly made her swoon. As her hand grasped his she could feel all the un-spent passion Taro had supressed. Her mind was to say the least bombarded with the heat coming from Taro.
Thank you very much, Lady Lorandielle, I am quite proud of my...markings as you called them, as I am the youngest to ever have recieved the honor of gaining four tattoo's
She was barely paying attention to what he was saying. The pure unadulterated pleasure coarsing through her was intoxicating. She relished in the pleasure as continued to speak Each is embued with a different enchantment, that assist the bearer in some way when they call upon it's power. The only down side is... He leaned in and Lorandielle nearly grabbed him right there. The touch from his hand and the close proximity of his almost naked flesh had her almost in a trance. is that you have to draw all the ones you are able, yourself, it is a very slow and delicate process the runes must be drawn perfectly or they will not work, so you must learn to endure the red hot needle very quickly, But it seems you know much about me and I know little about you, would you care to tell me about yourself a little?"
It took all her strength to release his hand. Had he not been so naive he would have caught on to the subtle heat that had crept into her face and her entire body. He would have heard the change in her breathing and noticed how her heart raced. She walked over to the next table, keeping an eye on Critkill, sat down and offered Taro the chair next to her. "Sit down Taro" She took a deep breath for a moment

 

[Butch]

Jay

"It appears our great leader is more of your opinion than mine."
So she thought he was a bit uptight, did she? Jay had nothing in particular against people sharing their love in public but this was just disgusting. He inspected them closely; the young girl truly was pretty but the man was a true eyesore. He realised his mind had wondered again and said to Talia:
"Right you are, but it seems 'our great leader' is good deal more bothered than I." Jay's eyes now turned to Critikill who had his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Oh my. Talia look. Seems to me that there's serious trouble abrew. This might get very interesting." And being the only who had yet to take the dark knight's hand and therefore not certain he could be trusted he added to himself, barely audible:
"If all hell breaks lose I won't even what side I'm on."

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Terrormoon adventures..

Barkeep:

The barkeeper noticed the commotion and came over to the group that had formed by by the chairs on the raised floor...he could sense a scuffle brewing and figured hed resort to his age old tactic...

"Its happy hour folks! Free ale for the ladies, and a complimentary steak for all of ya that find yourselfs a seat," he smiled trying to defuse the situation...his attention turned towards the unholy paladin and the couple in the corner...


Clarilla:

She was waiting for him to get closer...he was still out of range for her to turn around with the sai that she held in her right hand...the one that was supposed to be working Rasp's balls....and strike him. 'He must know.' she thought....

Rasp couldnt whisper to her what was on his mind cause Critikill was now too close and it would of been too obvious...

She figured she let him and his rag tag companions pay their hands first...

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Critikill

"Okay bitch...enough games...," the dark one fully unsheathes his sword sending a wave of nausea through anyone directly around him...the black sword seemed to have no detail at all..it was as if it was a hole in the air...a shadow...or outline wich was filled in with the blackest paint...He held it in two hands...and arced it back.

"Who sent you?"

'There are more on the way....you better get going....'

Just then the Slaughtered Lamb's only door bursts open once again...a troup of about four knights in shinning platemail and chainmail armor enter, brandishing weapons. They take possitions covering the exit and then part for their leader...

A nearly seven foot tall man thumps into the room...his face baring a patch over one eye, his dark brown hair tied back into a long pony tail..His armor matches the others only looks like its been through hell and back....He looks over the patrons...before speaking...

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Leader of Knights

"Dont anyone move...and you will all be fine. I am here under the order of High King Caine, ruler of Dementia...Im looking for a group of bounty hunters... there is an illegal bounty post going around and i understand the man with its charge is here...," the massive knights words were confident and his voice boomed throughout the tavern. He was a very handsom man...and it was apparent through the scars on his face that he had been through his share of swordplay.

 

[LatinLady]

Lorandielle barely caught her breath when the barkeep came up and announced it was happy hour. She was about to order a glass of wine when Critkill drew his sword. Any residual warm feelings she had were now gone. Replaced with a repulsion to the blade in Critkill's hand. Instinctively she stood, right hand on her blade, left hand behind her back, ready to summon fire if needed.

Who sent you?

Lorandielle was about to say something when the front door of the inn slammed open and 4 men stepped through, weapons drawn. A 5th man stepped in, this one was much taller and had a war worn look about him.

Dont anyone move...and you will all be fine. I am here under the order of High King Caine, ruler of Dementia...Im looking for a group of bounty hunters... there is an illegal bounty post going around and i understand the man with its charge is here...,

Lorandielle whispered to Taro, "If things get crazy, and you hear me yell incomming ... get out of the way. Things could get rather hot and I would hate for you to get burned. "

 

[Ravensteel]

Taro

"Sit down Taro."

Eager to hear about this interesting woman he would be travelling with, he quickly took the seat next to her, but was subtly concerned for her as well, a moment ago she displayed a significant reaction to something, and he likened it to the only other thing that he had seen before. Before he could ask about it however the disturbance began and she extened her warning. He nodded but didn't move from his seat, he would wait for them to come to him. While outwardly he relaxed his body was preparing for battle his muscles coiling like springs preparing to strike. "Shame though, it seems as though our conversation will be delayed somewhat." The childlike mentality was now gone and from the look in his eyes it was obvious that he would not be fooling around once things got started.

 

[Vero]

"Dont anyone move...and you will all be fine. I am here under the order of High King Caine, ruler of Dementia...Im looking for a group of bounty hunters... there is an illegal bounty post going around and i understand the man with its charge is here...,"

Talia slipped one hand through the strap on her pack under the table, readying herself to run for it while echoing the faces of the other patrons, trying to blend in. She gauged her speed to the stairs and out one of the room's windows into the city. Once she and Paragon were in the alleyways for more than a minute she didn't think a city guard could find them ever. She had been looking forward to a nights rest and she wouldn't be able to run too far, but a single burst of speed should suffice to get her past the city limits.

She pitched her voice low, knowing it wouldn't carry beyond Jay and Edaell. "How about we don't look too hard, just right this moment."

She identified which guard was most likely to be able to get in her way on her way out and repeated her earlier trick with Edaell- this time focusing on a very relaxed and serene vibe. She surrounded his thoughts with gentleness, the absence of any threat he could not face, total safety.