The Coaching Inn (Stage two to the Temple)

[Chalintra]

((OOC: This is the second stage to the `Slaneeshi Temple´ thread, so everyone new to this should check out at the OOC section to get an idea what this is all about.
On demand of several players this Stage is initialized even before stage one has finished. A few of the Catpack will gather here, as they haven´t caught up with the others during the chasing to get hold of the Orcs. Soon enough the Pack will gather here at full strength to make a new plan - and find that a stay at this Inn is far from ordinary bed and breakfast.))

Long and winding, overshadowed by the trees of the Dark Wood, finding it´s way over hills and trees the dirty old road travels north, coming from the banks of the river Stir towards the city called Talabheim. Even a coach has to travel for Weeks to cover the distance and little villages are more than rare in this part of the world to find a place to stay and rest for the night. Noone travels this road at night, for there are much more dangers even an insane mind can think about. Real dangers. Most of them deadly dangers, some of them even worse.

But men are a hard kind of people and there is nothing that can stop their conquest of the world. To make travel more safe and comfortable, they have build Coaching Inns along the road - hey, should have told that they had build the road too? Most of the Inns are in between twenty and thirty miles apart from each others, just the distance a coach or even a man on foot can cover in a day with more or less ease.
Those Inns are a crossbreed of a station, inn, farmhouse and stronghold. Their keepers make their hardy living by running the inn as much as by the cattle and fields they own, having a numerous staff for the various dutys of the daily work as for the defense against the numerous Orks and worse creatures that inhabit the endless woods around.

The Inn our story takes place at is just such an Coaching Inn. A group of female adventures had choosen this one as their base for a dangerous mission to come. One by one they arrive, some of them coming from the little town in the south, others from the first struggles with monsters they´d already chased through the woods.

Phoenix, make them feel at home for a while....

and have fun!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The sign over the gate at the inn:

The Unsated Satyr


http://art.satyr-glade.net/SatyrNew.jpg


Inn






Graphic copyright Sept 2004: http://art.satyr-glade.net/SatyrNew.jpg

 

[Chalintra]

((OOC: A little request. How strong the urge might be, please hold it for as long as PhoenixPrime and msboy take to post their descriptive intro and written their GO!))

 

[msboy8]

The Unsated Satyr Inn

The sign, Unsated Satyr Inn, hangs out front with the picture carved and painted on it and the name above and below for those few who can read.
The Inn is three stories tall, but only the second story has rooms to let. Most "guests" sleep on the floor, because it's the cheapest, in the Inn's barroom or on benches there.
The upstairs rooms are reserved for the wealthy... and women. The third floor is where Hagar and Ivor sleep as well as the Inn staff (cook and serving wenches) not on duty. The NPC guards not on watch sleep in part of the building right next to the Inn that's also used to store foodstuffs.

The inn is built like a castle of massive stone blocks and all that's missing is an outter curtain wall to indeed be a castle. So, it looks very daunting, and in fact, would be very hard to storm.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Hagar the Huge: Master of the Inn

Hagar the Huge came by his name for the very obvious reason that he's a huge man and for the times could nearly be considered a giant. Hagar stands about 7' tall and has the shoulders, broad and thick chest and the muscles you'd expect for one of that stature whose strong enough to lift a horse or a cart or wagon if a wheel is lost and needs to be replaced.
He and Ivor the Intolerable, his younger brother, and their band captured the Inn several years ago by pretending not to know each other and staying there then silently killing the guards on duty when all were asleep and attacking from within the tall stone walls.
Since then they, members of the Temple of Slannesh, have run the Inn of the Unsated Satyr and use it to select, abduct and "test" females for sexual responsiveness, stamina and pain tolerance for the Temple for only the best will do for sacrifices. Then blaming the disappearances on wild animals in the forest or bandits to any seeking a missing one.
They pretend to be bandits now and then robbing travelers killing those who resist and raping or abducting women to reinforce that bandits to exist in the area, but not so frequently that they'd be suspects or captured.
The diagram of the Inn, which with msboys' help you can see as well as the painted sign that hangs out front, heavy and thick black stone outter wall with corner towers and crennelations. Although the back has a wide and fast running stream that supplies it's water and acts as a barrier to attack as well as it's sewer system to carry away waste and refuse, there isn't an actual moat.
Within those formidible walls is the Inn building and the others are the stable, the blacksmithy and storage for the kitchen plus sleeping quarters for the members of their band who also act as guards.
The Inn is three stories tall, but only the second story has rooms to let. Most sleep on the floor in the Inn's barroom or on benches there. The upstairs rooms are reserved for the wealthy... and women. The third floor is where Hagar and Ivor sleep as well as the staff not on duty. The NPC guards not on watch sleep in part of the building right next to the Inn that's also used to store foodstuffs.

When Ivor (msboy) and the serving wenches (sandmartin and jaylene) have added their bios I'll post the official *g* opening post for this part of the story.
We still need a female cook/temple member and head guard and blacksmith/stableman, also Temple members.

 

[Enosch Di'en]

Here's my character, posted from teh OOC page. Leslie is an unrelated girl who flees the city and finds herself at the Inn (oddly enough) around the same time as the Catpack. She shares in their experiences there, and then joins them by the end of the second act. So, she is considered as a character type to be one of the Catpack. Thanks for the welcome, and let the flogging begin:

Leslie Roselit

Human female (duh!). Soft brown eyes and brown hair which hangs to her waist. She usually wears this pulled back in a nononsense ponytail type fashion (think librarian style, but the hot librarian you fantasize about, not the older than your grandmother type in real life). She begins the story clothed in a shear white tunic and leather riding breeches, covered by her thick, brown travelling cloak. She carries a leather bag that contains her various spell scrolls in no particular order, a few potions, and what little money she has (I dunno, what kind of money do they use here? Besides, she is staying at an Inn, she needs some cash, lol).
Leslie is your typical "survive at any cost" person. She is willing to go great, erm, lengths, to get what she wants. She is a free spirit and does NOT like to be told what to do. Often a bit of a spitfire, she can also be a very stubborn person.

Leslie has no fighting ability, but has a strong survivor instict and a rudimentary knowledge of spells. She has a few various scrolls in her collection, only a few of which she can cast, and some potions. Her only piece of equipment is a necklace with a very good regenerative ability. However, though it heals quickly, it doesn't keep the wearer from feeling the pain of any *wink wink* damage taken by the wearer. (I thought this little trinket might give the bad guys a few nasty ideas. Just use your imagination, guys. Also, for more practical RP purposes, it could be towards the end to bring back a lost party member from the unknown who "happened" to have it on, or any use you guys can think for it. And since it is jewelry, it can be used by pretty much anyone, so it isn't a "god-mode" innate ability.

Leslie worked for a powerful old summoner who took a liking to her the moment she applied for the job, although her very ample bosom and the way her robe seemed to cling nicely to her cute little ass may have had something to do with it. Regardless, Leslie soon found herself doing certain "favors" for the old man. However, he was nice enough to show her a few spells for her time, and she soon had a very nice collection of spell scrolls, only a few of which she was actually powerful enough to cast. Then one night, after putting the old man to bed, Leslie gathered up he belongings, swiped a few magical potions and necklace she had seen the old man tinkering with, and left for good. She knew that he would notice the things missing, but she didn't think he would pursue her. Like most old men, he was really more interested in lovely young girls than his various magical trinkets, and any young girl would do. So, Leslie traded one of her more useless spell scrolls labelled "Summon an Extremely Minor Miniature Water Swirl" for a horse "Hey, what that farmer can't read won't hurt him, and he sure as heck wouldn't cast a 'Eye of Storm' spell on his own," she chuckled to herself.

After riding for several hours, she could feel sleep pressing heavily on her eyelids. Noticing an inn farther up the road, she heads that direction, hoping that they will have a bit of room there, and perhaps a warm meal. Heck, maybe she might swap this "Enlongate Penis" potion for something a bit more useful, like a hot bath. Not that she would be needing it anyways. Stupid old pervert...

 

[msboy8]

Please welcome, with a big round of applause, Hagar the Huge's only brother... Ivor the Intolerable [Muted applause]

Ivor the Intolerable is called that because he has no use for people or their feeble excuses. He gets into many fights, which he usually wins, until the word that Hagar is his older brother is widely know, they he doesn't get in too many fights but still treats others with open distain. The only ones he has respect for is his brother Hagar or the servants of Slaaneesh. When he participates in Slaaneesh rituals he is know as Ivor the Insatiable.

Ivor is 6' tall, not really big like Hagar, more wirey. Ivor's strength is well hidden. He keeps a dark colored Bung starter in this belt, and has been known to use it in barroom brawls. A bung starter is used to remove bungs from casks and kegs after the wine or liquor had soaked the peg and swelled it.

Ivor's cheek is scarred from a dancer's knife. It took her three days to die and Ivor was still not satisfied. He kept the body around as a tackling/sex dummy until it fell apart.

 

[jaylene]

Arianna Denton

“Spill on Table 13!” Arianna hears Hagar holler from across the room. She scurries over to the oak table, where a despicable party of ogres is making a mess. Damn ogres make a hell of a mess, and they are pitiful tippers.

As she wipes down the table, she is overwhelmed by weariness. For a second she wishes she could leave this current life, and return to the one she had been living before Hagar had found her. Her 13 years before Hagar took her from her murdered parents had been a fairytale. Her parents had been wealthy middle class merchants. Arianna was their only child, and they had loved her dearly. They had spoiled her really, she never had wanted for anything. She had the prettiest cloths, dolls, even a pony. But what she remembers most about her first thirteen years is how safe, secure and comfortable she had felt. She had no knowledge that evil existed in this world. Well Hagar quickly taught her that there was indeed evil in this world. More evil then she could have possibly ever dreamed.

So how did she wind up a bar wench at the Unsated Satyr Inn? Arianna and her family had traveled to the port town of Kibul for business and they were returning to their hometown when looters attacked their caravan. Arianna’s mother, fearing for Arianna’s life hid her in one of the chests of cloth. She had curled up and listened to the horrible noise of her father’s murder, and her mother’s rape and death. She stayed there hidden while the caravan of goods was confiscated, and marched away. She had been listening, hoping that the thieves would rest before going through their loot, and biding her time to make her escape. Unfortunately that time never came. The carriages were suddenly halted, and Arianna soon felt the chest that she was in being moved.

Before she knew it the lid was thrown open and large hands were rifling though the contents off the chest. A hand grabbed her arm through the layers of cloth.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Arianna was scooped up effortlessly and placed on her feet. The cloth that had been hiding her slipped off leaving her standing in her gown, in front of a roomful of ruffian men. She immediately started to shake, and tears spilled from her eyes. She expected to be slaughtered as she had heard her family slaughtered. She could tell that many of the men indeed lusted for her blood, and though she didn’t realize it at the time, they lusted for something else of hers as well.

But instead of a command to kill her she heard Hagar laugh, a rather funny laugh really. If he hadn’t been covered in blood, and wearing blood encrusted weapons at his side, one might of indeed thought him a jolly fellow.

“Looks like we have someone who survived the slaughter.” His eyes danced over her, taking in the details of her form. “She looks strong and healthy. What do you think Ivor? Should we keep her? We could use another serving wench?”

“Aye Brother,” Ivor said. “We could indeed use another serving wench.”

“WENCH! Get us some beer now! What are you waiting for!” Ivor barked at me.

I was immediately overjoyed when I realized that I was not to be killed. From that point on I tried to serve the brothers well, knowing that there were worse fates that could befall me.

For many years I was simply the brother’s serving girl and servant. I was treated well enough. I was clothed, fed, given a spot in the Inn to sleep. Only occasionally did the brothers ever punish me, and that was when I was careless while serving. Things changed though when my body began to develop. Both Hagar and Ivor began to watch me like hungry dogs.

I’ll never forget the day Hagar took me to the Temple. I had known the priests and priestess for a number of years. Hagar and Ivor secretly interacted with them at the Inn, and often disappeared with them in the night. I never asked and honestly didn’t want to know what they did. The priests and priestesses always frightened me. You knew that they embodied darkness. The day Hagar took me to the temple he told me it was time to be inducted into the order. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but always his servant, I followed.

Once in the Temple I was turned over to the priestesses who bathed me, and fragranced me. The room burned strange incense and I felt dizzy, and hungry. Hungry in a way I had never known before. I was then led to the center of the temple. I realized that there were many people there that I was the center of attention. I was placed on the alter, bound and then my clothes cut from me. I was frightened, and panic, and feared that this was now my time to die. I didn’t die though; Hagar took my virginity that night. I was taken in the belly of the Temple, in front of the covenant, in the name of Slaneeshi.

And Slaneeshi, she thanked me for my gift. In return she granted me the ability to feel other people’s emotions. I know people’s fears and desires. And Hagar and Ivor use my ability often for their benefit.

Today I barely resemble the thirteen year-old girl that Hagar found. I am a servant to Hagar and his brother in all ways and a servant to the Temple.

 

[sandmartin]

Lynthis

Meet Lynthis as she glides elegantly into the room, her long blonde hair flows freely behind her, trailing gently in her wake as she moves. All heads turn to admire her nimble young form and womanly charms as she pauses to offer a greeting to those she knows and a warm disarming smile to the appreciative strangers.

She stops and turns as someone beckons, would she help a stricken friend with a fever? Lynthis crosses the room to where the men are sat. Reluctantly the young man reveals his wounded shoulder to her, gritting his teeth in pain as he pulls his tabard off his shoulder while his friend urges Lynthis to examine it.

The room falls quiet as the maid tenderly examines the gapping wound with her finger tips. Her touch is soft and gentle causing not the slightest wince from the injured man. Placing her other hand to his forehead, his sweat soaked brow dries and the hot glowing cheeks of his face cool and settle before the onlooker’s eyes. She lays her hand gently over the bloodied gash, her eyes close, her lips barely moving as she breathlessly mutters an incantation.

When she removes her hand the wound is gone. The young man gapes in surprise, raising his hand to touch the spot while his friend smacks him hard on the back. She moves away before the young man can thank her. The room becomes alive with the hum of conversation, the mood in the Inn is buoyant – there is a healer in their midst, and she is beautiful, not some old twisted hag of a witch.

Those who cared to look closer, beyond the firmness of her ripe young form, might have noticed the slight curl of her ears, the almond shaped eyes and her pale, fair, complexion. A sign of her Elvin descent; in fact Lynthis was only partially Elvin, a union of her grandparents. Physically she appeared more Human than Elf, though her powers were more Elf magic than anything else. Perhaps the biggest clue was in the way that she moved with the lightest of thread, so apparently effortless.

Many an unsuspecting traveller was surprised to find such a beauty at the Inn with its wild and depraved reputation. Even more surprisingly, Lynthis remained apparently of her own free will. Many a man had tried to win her heart and lure her away from the Inn, but she had declined all such invitations. Those that had been foolish enough to attempt to take her by force had quickly discovered her amazing talent to elude them, followed quickly by death at the hands of Hagar the Huge, Inn Keeper and protector of Lynthis.

He was one of the few that had seen her naked beauty, and it had almost driven him wild with passion. He had restrained himself when discovering her talent. Later, she came to him when he had calmed, revealed her true talent to him and told him of the prophecy which foretold that one day an Elvin Prince would claim her as his queen. In exchange for his protection, for Hagar’s reputation was known throughout the land, she would put her talent at his disposal.

The thought of another claiming the young beauty did not sit comfortably with Hagar, but he saw the advantages of the arrangement and accepted. On rare occasions, usually when he was drunk, he would demand she showed herself, in all her naked glory, some times before a few gathered friends. This she would comply with, so long as no man attempted to steal her virtue.

She knew that Hagar had a black and corrupt heart and one day hoped to show him the light and error of his ways. But that day had yet to arrive…

Someone called, offering to buy her a drink. She smiled sweetly and declined. Another patted her behind playfully, his hand lingering but for a moment. Hagar scowled, rising to his feet. The moment passed as she moved toward him and smiled in greeting as his huge arms wrapped her lithe form.

 

[lil miss curious]

Name: Bridgette
age:18
height:5'6
body type: A slim girl with blue eyes, firey red hair flowing just past her neck. keeps very clean shaven and large b to small c cup breasts.

Bio: One day at the age of 15 Bridgette and her family were traveling back to their country home from the market when they were attacked by bandits. Bridgette awoke from the attack sometime later next to her parents bodies. The attack had wiped out all of her memories except her first name. For the next 3 years bridgette became a pickpocket and a theif. Now after a succesful job pulled at a rich nobels house she checks into the Inn of the Unated Satyr not knowing what' about to happen.

IC

Bridgette slowly opens the door and is hit with the sounds of people enjoying music and some drinks. The rather large inn was large and would be well worth the money spent for the room. As she surveyed the drunks she thought of the potential money to be made. She walks over to the front desk where a large man is standing. Bridgette approaches the desk and then asks the man "Do you have any rooms open for a lady?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Hagar:

He'd just finished making sure that Lynthis was alright and letting her calm him down so he didn't break the offending hand and arm when the door opened and a young woman walked in.

"A customer," his voice rumbles to Lynthis, "you stay away from that table ya hear," he says as he lets her go and heads to the counter.

As he passes the table where the drunks are sitting his huge paw of a hand closes on the shoulder of the one who'd not taken Lynthis' no for an answer and he squeezes his fingers sinking into the man's shoulder muscles agonizingly as he bends and growls, "When one of my wenches says "No" she means just that bucko.
"One more time like that and you'll be hitching your wagon, driving it and unloading it with one hand and arm because I'll break the one that touched her.
"Got it bucko?"

The wagoneer's face is wet with sweat and pale from the pain in his shoulder as he nods his head vigoriously when he realizes who has his shoulder and he stammers out, "Aye Hagar. Sorry. It was the drink. Won't happen again."

"Damned well better not.... for yoursake that is," Hagar growls with a final, harder squeeze that pulls a deep groan of pain from the man.

Straightening he goes behind the counter without a backward glance for he knows Ivor is watching his back.

"Aye miss kin I help ya?"

"Do you have any rooms open for a lady?"

"Aye, that we do.
" 'Tis one gold piece for the room, all ya kin eat supper and a meal in the morning and a five silver if you just want the room."

 

[Chalintra]

((OOC: To keep the staff of the Inn on their toes and careful there will be another visitor. For sure it´s a female one, and for sure the vilains in charge will yearn to get their fingers upon her (and other parts of their anatomy deep in to her). But this isn´t very likely to happen as she won´t fit in to their usual scheme for valid prey. It´s not a victim. It´s a hunter! Some spice to the scene.))


The sun had already set the clouds in the far west ablaze, bidding farewell to the world as she will vanish for the hour´s of darkness that are close at hand.
The Inns gates will be shut in a few minutes and the guests will stay inside, in the false and lulling security of the great house. Tonight, everything will go according to plan, and it will be very very entertaining, at least for those who´d already set their traps.
But wait.
Hooves clanking on the pavement of the yard, the rustle of iron clad men announces the arrival of unwanted guests.

The door opens and the worst nightmares come true. Men at arms, five of them appear, weary from a long days journey, but still staring with cold determination. Worse of all their shields bear a coat of arms that´s feared and hated by each and every man and women that had ever done something wrong. It bears the sigils of the Holy Inquisition, adorning the crest of one of the Adepta Custodia.
Since the days when a corupted Emperor had given an edict that had forbidden the Church to take command over each and every man that bears a noble title and thus coat of arms, these fierce Valkyries had been the death to uncounted cultists, witches, sorcerers and innocents alike, all in the name of the Holy Church.

“Prepare your best room for the Baroness Victoria von Auenstein!”
One of the men bellowed, adding that a meal for her had to be prepared and that five men and seven horses had to be given room in the stable.
He hadn´t waited for any response, as he knew that there wouldn´t be one and everything he´d asked for would be granted. Stepping aside he made way to the one he´d announced.

Clad in a pearlescent platemail armour that gleamed and glistened in the shine of the firepace she stepped in, her golden belt and spurs as well as the long sword at her side made proof she´s a knight, long and free flowing golden hair, her angelic face and the curves the armour was crafted to snug upon made sure she´s a woman. Her ruby red lips had made way for words man had died for and men had killed for, some by viscious cruelty and others free willed. Her steely blue eyes had sripped the flesh from sinners bones so she could read about their secrets deep in their souls.

“Be safe and calm tonight all of you here, as I will only guard and protect. Today my sword has seen the blood of many dark souls, so there will be noone left to dare attacking this place.”
And so everyone knew that a voice soft and sweet as the one of their truelove can talk about killing like singing a song. She will guard and protect. S[o she has said. For as long as she doesn´t get curious about something. For as long as this might take.

“Carry on with your buiseness.”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Hagar:

As he waits for the woman to choose which she'd prefer the room only or room and meals the clatter outside draws both of their attention.

When the newcomers identity is revealed by their reviled coat of arms Hagar almost reaches under the counter for either the cocked and loaded crossbow waiting on a shelf to cut their numbers by one immediately the to take up the steel shafted morning star and fighting axe with its pick on the reverse side to begin to do away with all of the hated Inquisition scum now in his Inn.

However he restrains himself and shakes his head impreceptibly to signal Ivor and the others of his band to remain in place when the identity of their leader is announced.

'The Steel Bitch herself,' he thinks to himself without revealing the truly evil smile he feels like letting all see, 'I'll take her and we'll make her scream and beg as she's tested over and over before turning her over to The Temple where the bitch will become a prime sacrifice indeed.
'I wonder how long she'll last before either the pain, the pleasure or what she'll see and experience makes her mind crumble.'

Bending to the woman at the counter he murmurs for her ears alone, "A moment miss. Take a table and order a drink on me, tell the serving lass I said so.
"I'll join you and conclude our business as soon as these are taken care of." His inflection showing he has no love for those who've just entered.

 

[Aife]

Bronwen, cook/herbalist

OOC: Bronwen is the cook for The Unsated Satyr Inn. She is a small woman with brown hair and green-brown eyes that seem to hold a wisdom beyond her 20 years of life. The daughter of a hedge witch, she was taught the use of herbs from a young age. It’s not uncommon for Bronwen to have bits of twigs and leaves caught in her hair from foraging for herbs and edibles and she always has a charmlock, a few sprigs of protecting herbs plaited into a lock of her hair.

Her mother had been the cook at the inn for years. After she died at the hands of the Holy Inquisition, Bronwen took over her duties in both cooking and herbcraft. After spending the day in the forest foraging, Bronwen returned to The Unsated Satyr Inn one evening, to find Hagar, Ivor and their lot in control. Before she could escape back into the forest, she was captured. The brothers “tested” her then took her to the temple where she was initiated as a follower of Slaneesh.

Now Bronwen cooks for the inn and uses her herbcraft in Hagar’s and Ivor’s service as well as warm their beds when given the chance.

IC: Bronwen was busy baking more bread and stiring the huge pot of thick, rich stew to feed the inn. Between doing her duties as cook, she kept a watchful eye on the other, smaller cauldron of gently simmering liquid, a brew most of the Inn’s customers would never taste.

There was the ruckus of armoured men coming into the common room. Looking through the peek hole Hagar had drilled though the stone wall for her, Bronwen saw one of them come in. She quickly hid her charmlock, along with the rest of her wild hair under a kerchief incase any of them came into the kitchen. Hopefully, Hagar’s great bulk would block The Baroness Inquisitor’s view of the leather curtianed doorway to the kitchen. Her potion wasn't ready to be moved from the heat just yet.

 

[msboy8]

Igor the Intolerable

I saw Hagar's signal and started to grumble to myself. Those tin plated hoods. I'd rather sleep in the swamp than to have them under my roof. Hagar had his reasons though, so I held back and the Ice Queen and five of her brood would be our 'guests'.

Ivor banged on the table for another drink. If They were going to be here, he wanted to be drunk.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Inn's Cast of Characters:

Hagar the Huge: Old and Venerable me *g
Ivor the Intolerable, Hagar's younger brother: msboy
Daemonette: naughtylilminx
Bartender will be played by:
Head guard:
Stableman/Blacksmith will be played by:
Cook/Herbalist will be played by: Afie
Serving wenches will be played by: jaylene, sandmartin,

As you can see we still need a Bartender, Head Guard and Stableman/Blacksmith if anyone's interested and any can be female of course *BG.

 

[lil miss curious]

bridgette

I listened to the mans offer and pondered it in my head.

"A moment miss. Take a table and order a drink on me, tell the serving lass I said so.

I walked over to an empty table and told the serving girl what the inn keeper had said. "A mug of ale please" I said. After getting my drink and waiting the man finally returned to the table. As he sat down at the table i pushed out a gold piece as well as 2 silver coins.

"I'd like to take the room and the meal sir. The extra silver is for the drink, I can take care of myself . If you could tell me my room please I am very tired."

 

[Chalintra]

Baroness Victoria

Like a statue she stood still for a few moments, taking in each and every detail of her surrounding.

It´s a sturdy and well kept place, clean and, if I´m not present, cheerful for sure. But there are some taints, more than usual. If you have been out to hunt the darkest beings you can sense them. There is the sweat of fear each man brings forth when he sees the iron clad fist of the Inquisition, brought forth by the memorys of all those minor sins they´ve committed. But here, in this fine place there are spot´s of darkness deeper than this pittyful fears. Well then, make them hope for the best, as I´ve told them that I´d guard and protect. Make them feel safe and unnoticed.

She takes off her iron gauntlets, then waves to one of her men.
"Get out and see that the horses are taken care of. Permission granted for each of the men to have a pint of ale and a warm meal. Make yourself comfortable."

Obviously her men are not used to such ammounts of luxury and cheer up considerably. This is going to be a nice stay.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Hagar to the "Steel Bitch":

"And in what way may my humble inn assist the Inquistion this night m'Lady," he asks in that deep, rumbling voice.

"Our finest room for yourself of course m'Lady, but shall your men sleep in the common room or share rooms upstairs," he asks not meeting her eyes for that would be an affront to her noble station and position with the hated Inquisition.

 

[msboy8]

Ivor the Intolerable

I pounded on the table again, silencing the hum of conversation momentarily in the common room."Get me some more ale! C'mon weches, move your asses if you want to still be able to sit on them!" I thundered. Hagar may play patty-fingers with the Ice Bitch, but I wanted none of Them.

Ivor glared at the two barmaids until one of them brought him an ale, which he drained in one drink. "Keep them coming until the keg runs dry, then I'll put this to good use.", Ivor fondled the bung starter on his belt.

 

[Aife]

Bronwen

Hagar had said he needed a potion to induce a quick, sound sleep so Bronwen had been working on it all day. She’d combined hops, vandalroot, skullcap and chamomile and let the mixture simmer all day to increase it’s potency. If he needed sleeping vapors, she would only have to add a pinch of the special powder she kept in a small pouch she always wore around her neck and hidden down the front of her bodice.

Since the arrival of the Inquisition Bitch, Bronwen was nervous. Her potion wasn’t ready yet so she couldn’t put it in a crock and hide it away. Hmmmm... maybe Hagar would let her slip a little monk’s hood into the Inquisitor’s food, kill the bitch in a rather nasty way, though not as nasty as the way they’d killed her mother. If Hagar wouldn’t let her, she’d ask Ivor, he was alway fun when he was in his cups.

 

[Chalintra]

Baroness Victoria:

If only he´d be younger she mused, He would have made a valuable addition to my men. For now, as he´s fully grown and got his own free will he´s lost to me. Sad, but true.

She gave a smile, friendly but with a distance in it you must have been born as a noble to produce it.

"My men will share the stable with the horses as they got used to feel comfortable sleeping on fresh straw. On the other hand," she lowers her voice to the mockery of a conspirative whisper,
" there they won´t scare your other customers."
A short pause, just long enough to make you think about if this is just a friendly gesture or if it hides some unknown plan, then she continues.
"My handmaiden has been killed in a fight up the road this early afternoon, so if there is a girl in your service that can lend me a hand to get out of this (she knocks upon the steely plate of her armour) I´d be grateful, as I wish to refresh and get comfortable before I take a meal."

You can´t help but to feel teased by her. That´s the way of nobility. They always tend to play their strange games with other people. But wat is she up to??

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Hagar:

"As you wish m'Lady and I do believe one of the serving girls should be able to assist if you tell them how as armour isn't something they'd be used to dealing with as few Lady knights pass and need their assistance with it."

The talk is now so subdued that there's no need to raise his voice as he summons Arianna over and instructs, "Arianna, please show this Lady to our finest room and render her assistance out of her armour. She'll instruct you as to how to do it.
"Now don't dawdle as you're the only one working tonight remember."

Once Arianna is leading the Steel Bitch upstairs Hagar moves to the table with the woman who'd asked about a room and sits.

"No, that one is on me I said miss, but the rest are on you.
"Arianna will be back as soon as she's assisted the Lady out of her armour and will get your meal for you.
"There's a good room waiting when you're ready. Just let us know and one of us will show you to it."

 

[Screech]

Selune flew towards the inn, noticing as she went that the sun was already going down. With luck, the Unsated Satyr will have somewhere where she, and her friend Tabi, can sleep and forget about the instance with the long, wavy, plesurable... no! Musn't think such things!

"What luck that green man appeared when he did, eh Tabi? Without him, we'd still be in that grass"

Soon the pair had gotten within the outer walls and Selune landed, feeling tiredness starting to sweep over her.

"Think we best anounce ourselves to the inn keeper. And I don't know about you, but i'll be staying in the stable tonight"

 

[Tanuki]

Rowena the stable girl

The daughter of a wealthy lord, Rowena had led a sheltered, happy childhood, receiving tutelage in languages, art, horseback riding and archery. An accomplished rider, she competed in riding fairs, and spent a good part of her youth riding and tending her horses. By age 18, she had developed into a voluptuous young woman, with long firm legs from years of riding, fair skin, and full, upright breasts that bounced as she rode. She wore her shiny blond hair in a ponytail that bobbed about as she walked. Rowena had little interest in men, and little patience for their interest in her figure, preferring the company of her thoroughbreds.

Not long after her 18th birthday, Rowena’s father took her on a long journey, that he insisted be kept secret from all but the two of them. Excited, Rowena chattered in her bubbly manner for the entire trip on horseback, not even noticing her father's quiet demeanor. Only when he began to speak of impossible debts, and family bankruptcy, did she become alarmed. It seemed the wealthy family held a dark secret, enormous debt to a man named Hagar. Their journey ended at a remote Inn, named the Unsated Satyr, whose lewd signpost gave Rowena hint of her life to come. The beautiful blonde girl was sold to the hulking Hagar the Huge, to spare her father's life. In tears, she agreed to serve Hagar, in all manners he should desire, until her father could pay his debt.

The young Rowena's sheltered life ended that day, as she was introduced to the hard life of an inn stable girl, and to the depths of her own sexuality. Her lack of tolerance to pain had saved her from becoming a Temple sacrifice, and her good nature made her resist their attempts to make her a cult member. Yet she had no defense against her body's own desire, and in the six months since she'd been sold to the Inn, Rowena's resistance to the Cult's erotic temptations was failing.

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Rowena was sitting in the corner of the main hall, eating a quick meal before returning to her stable duties. She watched with fascination as the gloriously armored baroness interacted with Hagar. When she heard that the female warrior's servants would be heading for the stable, she hurried to gulp down her food.