World of Warcraft: The Velvet Fist IC

[Armphid]

World of Warcraft: The Velvet Fist

As the savage Horde and grand Alliance clash in lands all over Azeroth, a creeping menace lurks. All but forgotten by the leaders of both factions, in the Plaguelands and distant Northrend, the undead Scourge bide their time. The heroes of Azeroth may have forgotten the Lich King, distracted by their own petty squabbles and long standing grudges, but he has never taken his malicious eyes from the lands of the living and those undead who escaped him. His armies swell, his power grows, and soon will come the time when he will make them all remember him. He laughs on the Frozen Throne, knowing that the foolish ones will fight among themselves until it is too late. Divided they stand no chance against his legions.

But he is not the only one who has seen this. In the years since the defeat of the Burning Legion at Mount Hyral, a new group has emerged to champion the fight against the Scourge and to unify all the peoples of Azeroth against both the undead and their demonic creators. The Argent Dawn, originally a group of forward thinking, open minded humans sworn to uphold the Light, has blossomed into an organization that takes in all races, encouraging the setting aside of the past for the sake of saving both present and future. With chapter houses in many major cities, and their headquarters at Light’s Hope Chapel in the Eastern Plaguelands, they have recruited heroes of both Alliance and Horde to stand against the Scourge and hold back the mindless tide of the dead.

Yet for all their zeal and sincerity, and the clear threat posed by the Scourge and the Burning Legion, few heed their message. In their camps and strongholds, the races mix freely in camaraderie and companionship, even romance, but outside, the peoples of Azeroth stay stubbornly focused only on each other as enemies. The Argent Dawn leadership pondered how this could possibly be undone. How could such enmity and short sightedness be overcome? Calling a great meeting of members, as the Dawn is an unusually democratic organization, solutions were discussed. There must be a way to get the races together, to unite them, to make them join and see each other as friends and allies against the alien forces that threaten to destroy them all. On the 3rd day, a member stepped forward and offered a bold suggestion. It was shocking in some ways, but profoundly simple, direct, and showed an understanding of the nature of the struggle. Other members quickly stepped forward to endorse the idea, including a large number of Night Elves and Tauren. These two races, though enemies because of the Alliance/Horde grudges, lived together peacefully, even happily, in the druidic community of Moonglade. For many days, the idea was discussed and refined, secret messengers going out to contact those in the Horde and Alliance who would be sympathetic, until finally the new plan was approved. Recruiting and fighting would go on as it had been, but something new would be added. Something simple and yet revolutionary.

Messages flew to adventurers who had assisted the Argent Dawn in the past, and recruiting efforts were redoubled. A massive joint force or Argent Dawn, Alliance, Horde, and Steamwheedle Cartel members descended on the tainted town of Darrowshire in the Eastern Plaguelands, battling until the area was cleansed of all undead and demons. Then construction began. Over many months, the village was rebuilt, but there was something new added. A tall, wide, long building that had not been there before. It was strong and secure, but also aesthetically pleasing. Over the next few months, supplies and people flocked to the new structure, preparing it for its great mission. Some noted that a great many of those who arrived in Darrowshire were great cooks, brewers, dancers, musicians, renowned beauties, and many seasoned adventurers.

The Velvet Fist opened its doors only two months ago as a private entertainment hall only open to those who can get an invitation from the reclusive owners. These owners happen to be the leadership of the Argent Dawn, and they issue invitations wide but wisely. The Velvet Fist is new, but word of the rare delights and wonders to be seen and had within have spread over Azeroth. Within its sturdy doors, a new world of possibilities is offered to those who the Dawn believes will help to unify the races against the Scourge and the Burning Legion. For where else do people bond than at the dinner table, the bar, the festival…and the bedroom.

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[Wyldfire]

Mathea looked at her two new charges and smiled her tusky smile. "I think you both will enjoy being here but if you get uncomfortable at any time please feel free to come to me and I will help you out. Now here," she gestured to the large open area, "Is the dance floor. I believe both of you have an interest? And over there is the bar. If anyone does anything you are uncomfortable with get the bar keep or one of the other security people's attention and they will help you out. It hasn't happened in two monthes, since we opened our doors, but I don't want either of you hurt by someone who's passions and set in their ways attitudes."

She looked the two up and down again. Kira she knew very well as the collared succubus had answered her summons. How was Mathea to know that she would get such a rare gem as Kira? It was a gift she didn't plan on abusing. And if anyone else abused her they would find out how much trouble they could get in with the Orc Warlock. She wasn't the flashiest or most likely to draw attention to herself but she was damned good at what she did.

She turned her attention, along with what some might see, as a disturbing look, not that many knew an Orc could be maternally inclined, on the Draenei woman, Estana, and noted that she at least seemed comfortable. "Any questions?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Estana looked around eagerly and interestedly. This place was nothing like she'd anticipated. Although she hadn't expected an Orc Warlock as the proprietess. Of course, that combination of temprament and power would make even the stupidest drunk stay on the straight and narrow, so it made sense. But everything looked neat and clean, the public rooms were warm and comfortably furnished, and the kitchen was ready to feed any diet from Tauren vegetarian to Human omnivore to Trollish carnivore. Just proved that all the rumors she'd heard were nothing more than the foolish imaginings of simple-minded morons.

"It is good to know," she said in her softly-accented voice, "that the guests are forbidden to harm us." Shifting slightly, her hooves tapping gently against the marble floor, she smiled at the Orc woman. "The point of this is to encourage cooperation between the Horde and the Alliance, by showing that neither side is composed of slavering beasts, yes?" She already knew the answer, of course; the Argent Dawn representative that had come to The Exodar had made that perfectly clear, and it was what had sparked her interest in the first place. "Are there things that we may not do, with the guests? And is there a limit or a quota for how many guests we can," she coughed, "entertain in a given day?"

Clasping her hands behind her back, she added, "I mean to ask, Mathea, what if no one chooses one of us for a day? And will we have time to pursue our own interests?" She spread her hands apologetically and shifted again. "I am sorry if I have too many questions. I am merely curious about my new home." Another question popped into her mind as soon as she said that, and Estana blurted out, "And what if we do not speak the language of a guest? I . . ." she smiled apologetically, "I am afraid I do not speak the Orcish, or most of the languages of the Horde."

 

[Armphid]

The first guest of the day

In the front of the Velvet Fist, a tall Night Elf looked up as the door opened. Only a staff member or a guest with a valid invitation could open the enchanted doors without force. Her skin was a dark lavender, her white hair falling mostly free around her agelessly lovely face, save for a bit that was bound in a kind of topknot. Her keen eyes did not recognize him, and she knew everyone who worked here, so...

She swept out from behind the desk, her slender but pleasing figure wrapped in a clingy gown of pale green. "Greetings and welcome, Honored Guest, to the Velvet Fist." She bowed, a serene smile on her face. "I am Kylara Starbreeze." She gestured for him to approach, moving back behind the desk. "If I may see your invitation to record your illustrious presence, we can begin. I must discuss the rules of our establishment with you, and have you sign a copy. If you wish, afterward I will answer any questions you have, and even show you about our wonderful club."

She smiled, a smile that was perhaps surprisingly mostly honest, with little business in it. But then, Kylara loved this place, her job, and her purpose here. And this guest was so handsome. She'd heard that her people's cousins were so, but this was the first she'd seen in the flesh. "May I know your name, honored guest?"

 

[Ahren1]

The elf had approached the establishment with uncertainty. It had been years since visiting the Plaguelands. Not since he had accidentally ventured into them when he was young and still residing in Silvermoon. He returned to his home city from time to time, but the advantages of being a Mage kept him from having to traverse the generally unattractive Scourge infested lands that encompassed it. So why did he decide to return now? Someone had felt themselves kind enough to send him an invitation to this strange recreational place run by the Argent Dawn. That, or this was some sort of elaborate prank, considering the note had no return address or any real information other than the location.

Sighing softly, the crimson robed traveler approached the door, immediately sensing foreign magics around the door. An invisible barrier of some sort, however it seemed to respond to him and allowed him to open the door without any effort. Naturally the first thing his glowing green eyes noticed upon entry was the unquestionably gorgeous Night Elven woman at the desk. It was almost instinct for him to wish to draw his staff and prepare an assault, but he remembered this was a neutral establishment, and was able to refrain for now. In fact, she looked rather delighted to see him, which would mark the first time one of her kind would respond so pleasantly to him. He had learned many times over the years that the Night Elves didn't look very kindly on him or his race, despite their similar natures.

The large red staff strapped to his back radiated with arcane energy as he approached the desk upon the woman's insistence. He had yet to smile, still somewhat hesitant on trusting anything he saw so far. Reaching into his robe, the Blood Elf eventually withdrew a thin hand and placed his invitation on the desk. Finally, he lowered his cowl to reveal long hair which carried a shade of crimson not much different from his robes. His appearance was youthful, and for an elf, he was still, though to many others in the world he was likely already past their lifespan. Then again, he didn't quite know how long gnomes or dwarves lived, nor did he care. The elf momentarily stroked a small patch of hair resting on his chin as she inquired his name, finally allowing a smirk to appear.

"Ashtion D'Varas.. and I do hope you're the one to give me the grand tour..." He chuckled lightly, his voice smooth and confident, the faintly glowing eyes looking Kylara over with great interest. He had always had a fascination with the women of The Alliance, mostly the Night Elves and the Draenei. So far, he was fond of this place already...

 

[Wyldfire]

Mathea looked at Estana with the beaming face of pride. This one was smart as a whip. "No no, dear Estana, there are no quotas here. If you hit a snag of a cold spell you won't be turned out. But if it is found that laziness is behind it there are ways of encouraging the girl to depart. And you are not required to "entertain" any of the guests in any fashion you find dis pleasurable. Take Kira here for instance," Mathea gestured at the other girl with them, "Yes she is a summoned succubus. But just because of what she is she will not be required to give what most believe is all that one of her breed can give." She advanced to Kira who stood with no fear whatsoever of the Orc woman.

"I summoned her you know?" Mathea smiled, "I had been very specific in what I had needed and maybe a bit too specific. I got a succubus that had yet to be summoned and indoctrinated in her kind's ways. If you can believe it the dear flower is a virgin. Not that that's a problem Kira dear," she said to the succubus girl who was staring straight down with the demonic equivalent of a blush, "She is here as a companion, servant, and dancing girl only. And if you have the will and wit to learn, she can teach you any of our languages you wish to know. She knows them all."

"Now as to what you can do with any given guest is between you, but there is to be no grievous injury. I know from experience that there are a few Orc generals that would have you flay most of their skin off and it would pleasure them to no end, but that is where the line is drawn. If a healer cannot repair them before they leave this establishment then that is a hard limit. And for you, it is whatever you can take and enjoy dear girl. Entertainers get primary treatment from the healers. But I do hope you aren't quite to that extreme are you dear girl?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Studying the succubus, Estana was a little surprised. A virgin succubus; that was almost an oxymoron! Inclining her head slightly at the demon, she said, "I would be honored to learn from Kira, if it does not inconvenience her or you, Mathea. And perhaps I could learn more of demons." She smiled slightly. "There are no warlocks among my people, but perhaps if we were to engage in discourse with them, we might expand to that discipline as well."

She smiled, at Mathea, her glowing eyes flashing pleasantly. "No, I am not that . . . wild. Even as a Ghost Wolf, I am not." Her laugh was soft and rich, and she inclined her head again, this time to the Orc woman. "You are a most excellent hostess, Mathea." Estana looked around the hallway again. "Which direction are the staff rooms? And is that where we . . . entertain guests that desire that interaction, or are there special places for that?"

 

[Armphid]

"I would be happy to, if that is your wish, Ashtion D'Varas." Kylara's smile was equal parts enticing and merry. Already this one was enjoying himself, and perhaps hoping to enjoy her. "I am sure you will have a most pleasant stay with us, and will take your leave...fully satisfied."

She examined the invitation for a scant moment. Authentic. They'd gotten a few attempts at forgery, but not many. And none that were close. But she knew before looking this was authentic. He was one of several elite heroes that the Dawn was desperately hoping could be won over here. "Let me present you with the rules of conduct, Master D'Varas, and we can start your tour shortly." Kylara's dextrous hand pushed his invitation back to him, along with a sheet of bleached parchment that had a block of Thallassan followed by a numbered list and with a line for his signature at the bottom. "I am sure you can feel the magics woven into the paper and ground into the ink, so you know that signing this is more than an acknowledgment. However, do not fear. This merely gives us the ability to remove you and your belongings, instantly, from the premises should the proprietor decide so."

"There are many delights to be had here, Master D'Varas, but it is important that you know that the sweetest of them is given. Not bought or sold. You are our honored guest, and there are many things here you are entitled to as a result. The women, and men if that is your fancy, who work here are not one of them. Freely offered may be freely taken, but do not take without permission." Her face was serious for the first time, as was her tone. The proprietor would be very harsh with any who tried, as would the rest of the staff. "I do not fear you are so uncouth or barbaric, but you understand, many come here with...misconceptions about who we are, and what we are here for."

"Once you are ready, sign, Master D'Varas. Then we will place your weapons and any items that may be used to harm others in your personal vault, and the tour may begin."

 

[Wyldfire]

Mathea smiled at Estana, "Thank you for the compliment my dear girl. You may have guests either in your room or any of the decorated playrooms. It is entirely up to you dear. And as to lessons that would be up to Kira to say."

She smiled at the young Succubus and said "Kira, why don't you show Estana to her rooms and the two of you may discuss the language lessons."

"Yes Mistress." the young succubus said. "If M'lady Estana would follow me?" The last was spoken in the tongue of the Draenei. The girl turned and went to the bar and spoke with the large man behind it and recovered a pair of keys. "I will show you your room and we can speak of lessons and sharing knowledge. And then we can come back and dance."

As she returned to the Draenei Lady and her Mistress she twirled on one of her delicate hooves in a swirl of her wings, hair and the red silk ankle length loin cloth that matched the red silk top she wore. The top was simply a tube of the red silk that went around her neck and crossed and covered her high firm breasts and was tied back behind her back under her wings. The silk was a deep rich red that was accentuated by her light red skin tone and her jet black long hair and fur that went from her knees to her ankles. The gold jewelry around her waist jingled from the coins that dangled from the chain belt. There were matching bracelets and anklets as well as the ornate gold collar with it's dangling chains that formed a spray of gold down her slight cleavage. These all produced a jingling as of small bells as she moved. The tips of her long red ears peaked out from the night black hair along with the delicate ebony horns. Her claws and hooves matched her horns and they gleamed catching the flickering of the candles.

"Shall we, M'lady Estana?" she said with a big smile that showed the delicate set of double fangs.

 

[Ahren1]

Ashton had been taking in the decor of the establishment as the Elven woman spoke. For a place that had been run down and overtaken by the Scourge not too long ago, he had to admit it was an impressive refurbishing. Though that was hardly what kept his attention. It was no secret that he was already quite taken by the woman in front of him, and he could tell by her smile that the lovely Kylara herself seemed to approve of him as well.

As she began about the rules, the crimson robed man glanced down at the parchment before him. "Please, call me Ashtion." He continued smoothly, with an equally enticing smile before proceeding to glance over the document. Sure enough she was right, it did contain a fair amount of magic, but nothing that could truly overpower him, however it would likely do exactly as she said and be able to transport him away from the area without much trouble. He believed it was quite necessary though. He could only imagine the types of people who came here, expecting to treat the women like displays or animals. He scoffed at the thought. If anything, Ashtion held women in much higher regard. Every part of them was seductive from his perspective, and perhaps that was why he got in so much trouble around them. They truly were a weakness, perhaps even moreso than the magical addiction.

"I understand completely. You should expect no trouble from me. In fact, I'll gladly.. expel any troublemakers myself if need be." He chuckled, indicating that he was mostly joking, as the rules had stated it was forbidden to use unauthorized magic. Though if they authorized him that much, he would definitely help. With that, he signed the document and slid it back to Kylara. Apparently he'd have to part with his staff soon enough, which was somewhat ironic as it was not as if he actually smacked anyone with it, nor was it the source of his power. Though he knew quite well if spells were cast they would know, and he would be transported away immediately. He had no intention of breaking the rules. "Well, I am as ready as I can be." He smirked again, quite prepared to head inside where he could hopefully appreciate many other fine female forms such as the one before him. Though one kind in particular was invading his thoughts. Enough to the point where he had to know right this moment. "I'm curious.. Do any Draenei work at this fine establishment?"

 

[Armphid]

Kylara quirked an eyebrow at his offer to help expel anyone who acted up. "How gentlemanly of you, Ashtion. But I don't think it will be necessary." She smiled her luminous smile once more, noting with pleasure how his eyes kept coming back to her figure from his examination of the decor. "Many of those on our staff, myself included, were adventurers before we came to work here. Our entertainment talents are great, but we are not just pretty faces. Or other parts."

She slipped his signed copy of the rules into the Velvet Fist's vault, "If you will allow me to," she paused and smirked, "handle your staff and put it away, we can begin."

Once the weapon was away, she moved out from the behind the counter. "Let us begin, noble Ashtion." At his question, she nodded. "Were you here a day earlier, I would have to give you bad news. But Elune be praised, just this very day our first Draenai entertainer has arrived. She is a welcome addition, and is being shown about herself at the moment. She will be working in a few hours, though." She looked over at him, looking down as he was shorter than her. "I can send word that you would be interested in meeting her."

 

[Wyldfire]

The older human entered the room. No one checked his invitation. But he was waved at by a great many of the guests, most of them older members of many of the races present. The Barkeep went to him and they muttered words. The Barkeep shot a look over at Mathea who went straight to him and plied him with a glass of wine. She began a lively discussion of how an Orc battle with the humans had went. "You old dog," Mathea said louder than she probably needed to, "How exactly did you maintain officer discipline when I sent three succubi into your camps?"

Those around the two began making bets as to how the old timer had done it.

Meanwhile where Kira and Estana were Kira's cheeks went a wonderful shade of mohogany and she sqweaked "He's here. Let us get you to your rooms and we'll speak of lessons later tonight, If that is alright with you." Kira had at least the diginity to look ashamed at wanting to put off the talk of linguistics in favor of an invitee. But it was him. The old man had become very dear to the young Succubus. He never wanted what most of the younger guests wanted, instead happy and content to be fawned over by Kira. She would sit for hours listening to the wealth of knowledge and wisdom the man freely gave. And he could be convinced from time to time to go out onto the dance floor.

 

[Ahren1]

Ashtion chuckled lightly as Kylara requested his staff. Her pause in doing so indicated that she wasn't the only one who had thought of the other way that sentence could have been taken. Regardless, he remained silent as he handed her the weapon, which she placed it away along with his signed parchment. Hopefully now the formalities were out of the way and some of the fun could began. Thankfully, to his delight, the hostess responded to his inquiry and told him what he wanted to hear. The fact that she was brand new also was positive as it meant she wasn't likely too dulled to.. intimate experiences.

"Praise Elune indeed..." He said with a bit of irony, looking back up to the taller Elven woman. "If you would be so kind, I would appreciate it greatly."

Though he knew a good amount of languages, Draenei was not one of them. He could only hope she at least spoke Common. Though most did as they were associated with The Alliance, and that was the general language. Of course, he could have learned Draenei, as well as met up with many females of their kind if he had decided to align himself with The Aldor upon arrival to Shattrath City, however seeing as The Scryers had a more appropriate offering of patterns and enchants, not to mention were of his own kind, he took the more reasonable route. That wasn't to say it was not a difficult choice, however... Ashtion left his thoughts alone for the moment and began to follow Kylara, still curious about what other entertainments the Velvet Fist carried.

 

[HookerBoots]

OOC: Sorry guys, my power went out last night. Thanks, Indiana!

Estana grinned at the succubus. "Yes, we can speak of learning later, when we are both free to talk without distraction." She rested a light hand on Kira's shoulder and patted it lightly. "Go have fun." As the demon left, Estana looked around the room she'd been shown to, her eyes brightening as she looked around. Yes, this would be excellent.

A large bed, the kind she hadn't even in her own house because all her gold was spent on equipment and new training, that looked soft enough for her to sink into the pillows. Everything draped in light purples and whites, vague reminscent of the Exodar, but softer and more romantic-seeming. A tall, wide armoire that fit in so well at first she wasn't sure it wasn't part of the wall. One of it's doors was open, exposing an assortment of clothing in differing hues.

As she walked over to inspect more closely, it became apparent that none of the garments there had any value as armor whatsoever. Which made sense, after she thought about it for a moment. The leather robe she was wearing was functional and, she hoped, flattering, but these clothes were a delight to the female spirit inside of her.

Estana selected an outfit in a soft white, and then turned to the - thank the Naaru - private bathroom.

 

[Armphid]

Kylara

The green-clad Night Elf smiled, inclining her head. Not even here a day and already men wished to see her. The Draenai girl would be popular, it seemed! "I will be sure to tell her myself, as soon as possible. Now, if you will follow me, I will show you all we have to offer."

Moving out in front of the counter, she pointed to a door of to the right, "That is the official office of our establishment. Should you have any issues, complaints, orders for room service, or hopefully compliments, they are to go there. You may also recommend others you know of that may be deserving of an invitation here." Though, of course, the Dawn investigated those recommended throughly. They only wanted a certain type of people here, at least at first. "Through the left door is a sitting room with a large fireplace, chilled wine, books, and windows looking out over the area. For those who may wish a few moments of solitude or quiet." It was also one of her favorite places to take a guest, or a fellow employee, for more private fun. Being taken while bent over the globe of Azeroth was quite an experience.

She gestured for him to follow, moving down the hall from the main entrance and around a corner. There were doors on the outside wall of the hallway, "These are staff rooms here, as well as storage rooms." She walked through an inner portal that had no door in it. The room beyond was large and long, many tables, some long with benches, and some round with chairs were set about. "This is the feast hall. Meals may be had here four times a day, and food and drink is set out even when it is not mealtime. Our cooks are masters, brought here from all over Azeroth."

There was a portal similar to the entrance on the other side, and she exited it. A few yards down the hall, she went through another open doorway into a room similar to the feast hall. This one contained a long, tall bar that went along two walls. There were also many tables with chairs strewn about. A stage was set against the far wall, with three lanes that moved out into the table area. Many of them were occupied by guests, including one where an old human say talking with the proprietor. "Here is our bar, and the stage where music and dance is performed for your delight and enjoyment. Our employees are trained in the traditional, and some non-traditional dances of all the peoples of Azeroth, and here they display their skills." One of the barkeeps, a burly Tauren saw Kylara and waved. She smiled, looking to her guest, "Most of our beers, ales, stouts, wines, and spirits are provided to you free of charge. For exotic or very high quality drinks, you may have to pay, however."

From there, she took him back to the outer hallway again, showing him the stairs that went up to the guest rooms on the second floor. Each room having a main chamber with a bed (in varying styles) and it's own bathroom. She also took him past the two other tower sections, telling him with a mysterious smile that these were places guests could reserve or have employees take them into for 'special' entertainments.

They ended up coming back into the bar, Kylara turning to face her handsome charge and smiling down at him. "There is little more I can tell you, Ashtion. You have seen what we have to offer, and now, you are free to move about the Velvet Fist and seek what pleasures and diversions you desire to indulge in."

 

[Ahren1]

Ashtion had to admit, the place was most impressive. Nearly every room had a charm to it that he could appreciate. Plus, free food, drinks and entertainment was something he wouldn't take for granted. Truly someone really appreciated his services or abilities to send him this invitation. Of course, being somewhat of a skeptic at heart, he had to wonder if there was something he wasn't seeing. Some sort of catch. So far, however, nothing was indicating that this place had any ulterior motive. This was going to be an enjoyable experience, and even moreso if he could manage to keep the attention of the Draenei woman which he had been told he'd soon become acquainted with...

Regardless, it was going to be a relief just to get some relaxation in after how much fighting he had done lately. He barely had time recently to even sit and have a drink, let alone enjoy the company of a beautiful woman. Now he would get to do both, and hopefully more, with the sort of woman he had always been curious about. That wasn't to say he wouldn't enjoy some time with another Blood Elven woman, though. Now that the tour was over, he was welcome to explore, however he was a bit unsure of what to do first. It had been so long that he really spent any time other than practicing various magics or doing battle that he wondered if he remembered just how to enjoy himself.. Oh well, if he was going to find out, this would probably be the best place to do it at.

Glancing up to Kylara, Ashtion nodded politely with an added smile. "Thank you for taking the time to show me around personally, Miss Starbreeze.. I believe I'll start off with a drink, and allow you to return to your duties, as I am sure they are more important than a single mage.. Though I do hope we meet again."

With that, the crimson robed elf approached the bar, stroking the patch of hair on his chin thoughtfully as the large Tauren barkeep looked him over. No matter how strong he became with magic, Tauren were always going to be rather intimidating. After a few moments of hesitation, Ashtion inquired about Nethergarde Bitter, to which the large beastlike creature chuckled heavily.

"Not a lightweight here, I see.." The deep voice bellowed out as he retrieved a mug of the ale. As much as Ashtion enjoyed a simple wine, there was nothing wrong with an indulgence once in a while. Every so often, his green eyes would scan the room, hoping to see anyone of particular interest, though one remained on his mind...

 

[midwestdreamer]

Tristane walked in and looked around the room. What she saw pleased her, a mix of Alliance and Horde mingling about peacefully. Granted, at the moment they were still segregated, but everyone was looking around the room with interest.

Tristane walked slowly towards the bar seeing that there was the most of Horde and Alliance mixed there. She wanted to do her part in bonding a friendship between the two side. After all, they were both after the same result. She waved with a hand to show the bartender that she was waiting. She took her gloves off earlier, so her red nails and long fingers were bare. She leaned forward, leaning against the counter, peering to the side to see all the different races and classes of occupants milling about. She saw a handsome blood elf dressed in red, an Orc and Tauren working at the establishment making sure everyone was here for Argent Dawn.

 

[Wyldfire]

As Lady Estana released her from her obligation Kira turned to run out to greet her friend then froze in her tracks. She couldn't go meet Lord Broderick in what she was wearing! She spun to her room's door which was only a door or two from Lady Estana's and threw herself into it, losing her top as she went. By the time she'd gotten to her armoire she was nude with the exception of her beautiful jewelry that had been a gift from Mathea.

She ruffled through her clothes until she found the most modest outfit she had. One that had been a gift from Lord Broderick himself. He had difficulties with her in as little as she normally tended to wear. He had also said that a pale shade of yellow was a wonderful accent to her skin tone.

She removed the gold belt and laid it over the door of the armoire, then stepped into the dress. Pulling it up until she felt the back touch the bottom of her wings she then brough the gold clasp up and clasped it behind her neck, then she put the belt back on. She turned and did a spin in front of her mirror, yes! It still fit as perfectly as the day she had first worn it, not that she was likely to get bigger. Not with her diet. Not with her species. But it was a concern that she had no matter if she wore the collar or not, succubi were vain creatures.

After one last look at herself and the use of one of the most minor of her magics, one of the few she could use when the collar was on, her hair fell into the style she knew Lord Broderick liked the best. She did help it by going to her vanity and putting a pair of gold hair pins in to hold the almost bun in place and in that mirror tossed her hair so the ringlets would fall in a cascade down her breasts as well as her back. Satisfied she turned and fled her room , making sure to lock the door. A room to herself was one of her greatest payments from Mathea.

 

[HookerBoots]

Checking her reflecting, Estana smiled briefly. The white set off her skin color, and the cut of the outfit . . . there was more of her blue skin showing than she could remember ever having shown outside of her own quarters. The top was low cut and stopped right under her breasts, the skirt reached the top of her hooves, but had slits on both sides up to her hips, and had a small hole for her tail to poke out from.

She brushed her hair back from her face, pinned it back, and stepped out of her room. Unsure of where to go, she meandered down to the bar, smiling at the other workers and stopping to chat once or twice with someone who asked her about how she was enjoying her first day. It was, easily, one of the most friendly work environments she'd ever been in.

As Estana crossed the threshold into the bar area, thinking idly that perhaps she would investigate the dance floor, she spotted the male Blood Elf at the bar, taking a mug of ale from the Tauren bartender. She froze. The idea of cross-factional cooperation was very good, but there was a lot of enmity between their races, and she wasn't really sure how they would interact. But this was a neutral place, and all who were invited here were checked out thoroughly. And any fool who crossed Mathea, who was sitting at the end of the bar with a human, would be very sorry very quickly.

So she straightened her shoulders and walked into the bar, asking the Troll bartender for a small glass of sparkling cider. She could feel eyes on her and tried to not look up, wrapping her hands around the glass as she settled on one of the stools around the bar, and waited.

 

[Ahren1]

The mage was staring at his ale more than drinking it. There was a bit of uneasiness that was finally hitting him, being in the room with so many Alliance. Granted, there was just as much of the Horde as well, however he couldn't shake the feeling that some of his natural enemies might actually know who he is, which wasn't exactly the most pleasant thought. Ashtion was selfish, and though he thought mainly of himself, that meant he held little regard for others, especially the Alliance. It was entirely possible someone in this very room could have known someone that he had killed. Ashtion was confident in his abilities, and the magics of the Argent Dawn that would protect him from any considerable harm, but who knew for sure? All it would really take is one strong spell which he would be unprepared for...

It wasn't until he sensed another presence of arcane magic that his mind left those dreary thoughts and turned to the direction in which they resided. Another Blood Elf mage had approached the bar. A beautiful woman, no less. Now things were getting more interesting. She seemed to be a guest as well, so it was unlikely she had any intention of entertaining anyone, but that sort of attitude always made Ashtion appreciate a challenge. He considered approaching her until something else caught his eye. Like a gnome inventor discovering a glorious new energy source, Ashtion's eyes widened at the sight of the divine Draenei woman entering the bar area. The calming blue of her skin was an immediate comfort to the eyes, and this was the first time he had seen one of her kind in such a revealing outfit. Her legs were certainly a fascinating feature as the hooves and curves helped raise her body seductively, with the slit along her white skirt giving a pleasant view of just how perfectly formed they were. Of course it didn't stop there. Her exposed, well toned mid drift was definitely a lovely sight, eventually leading up to her generously sized breasts contained within the low-cut white top. Last, but certainly not least, her face carried a majestic beauty accented by her flowing black hair and short horns. Her eyes glowed with a mystic quality not unlike his own, but with an added mystique.

The way the other workers approached her and spoke in a friendly manner implied that this was the Draenei woman Kylara had spoken of. She was everything Ashtion could have hoped for and more. As she approached the bar and proceeded to order a drink, the Blood Elf was able to overhear her intoxicating, yet soothing accented voice. He took another look at the Blood Elven woman, appreciating her incredible beauty as well, but the choice was obvious right now, as he had yet to ever approach a Draenei on friendly terms, and he wished to have the opportunity.. With a breath, Ashtion finally clasped his mug and moved beside a vacant seat next to the Draenei woman, smiling softly as he set the mug back down in a subtle manner to get her attention.

"May I.. join you?" He asked hesitantly, looking down at her with lightly glowing green eyes, remembering to speak common as it was most likely what she would understand here.

 

[HookerBoots]

She had felt his approach, and was a little startled at it. But . . . well, this was the point of the whole thing, wasn't it? So Estana smiled at the Blood Elf and nodded. "Certainly," she responded in Common, grateful that he was able to speak it. The only other language she'd been able to pick up was Darnassian and enough Dwarven to order ale. She wondered how soon she and Kira would be able to start her lessons, just to save her from this sort of panic.

Remembering that she was supposed to be here helping to bring together the factions, she looked at him, meeting his gaze directly. He was terribly handsome. She'd always known that the Blood Elves were attractive, and it was part of the reason she agreed to try working here: The other races all had something fascinating about them. But this was her first time being this close to a Blood Elf who wasn't trying to kill her, or bound and held captive somewhere. Her nerves were dancing, and she was glad that she could keep her face smooth.

But she should say something. Yes, she should talk. About what? Her mind worked frantically, tying to think of something to say that wouldn't be inane. "Is this your first time here? It is a nice place, I think."

Just great. Small talk. He'll be impressed by that. Internally, Estana was blushing at her sad attempt at conversation. Normally, she was better about this sort of thing, but . . . Naaru, he was so . . . beautiful!

 

[midwestdreamer]

Tristine noticed, while waiting for the bartender to come towards her, a handsome blood elf sitting down the bar from her. She noticed that he saw her, with interest even. She smiled to herself, while she was interested in what the other races were and how they thought, she was mainly attracted to Blood Elves...maybe a human or perhaps a nightelf.

After getting her cider, Tristine walked around, trying to figure out who to speak to. The handsome Blood Elf was, unfortunatly, talking to a beautiful Draenai. She sighed internally, hoping that this night would get better. She walked past a mirror and checked herself out, making sure she looked all right. Her dark purple robe set off her jade colored eyes. The plunging neckline couldn't hurt, either. She enjoyed the feel of the fabric brushing against her legs as she walked. Whenever she was safe, she prefered to not wear leggings or boots. She prefered the freedom of feeling air against her skin wherever possible.

 

[Ahren1]

The mage breathed a small sigh of relief when the gorgeous blue-skinned woman accepted his offer to sit together. The way her eyes gazed into his proved she was having the same thoughts. A mixture of curiosity, nervousness and attraction being so close to such a beautiful member of the opposite faction. Ashtion certainly wasn't prepared for her to be quite this breathtaking, and she only became more so as he got closer to her. Finally, he got over his mesmerization and took the seat next to the Draenei woman. He knew it was impolite to stare, but he couldn't help it. Not only was she the member of a gorgeous race to be a female of, she clearly was exceptional among her own kind as well.

He tried to search his mind for the correct words. He had spoken with countless women but this was one he truly did not wish to disappoint. Though to his relief, she spoke first, once again enchanting his long ears with her heavenly voice. It didn't matter what she said, as it would be a siren song to him either way. Part of his mind would not stop telling him how pathetic he was to have fallen for her so quickly, but he ignored that voice easily, much rather focusing on the lovely woman. It was actually rather sweet and alluring that she was acting somewhat shy. With a smirk, Ashtion leaned against the bar, resting his cheek on his palm as he continued to look into her eyes.

"It is, yes.. I wasn't sure what to expect but.. clearly more than I bargained for." He replied, doing his best not to scan her body too often. He wondered if he truly would petrify if he were to see her naked. He knew at least part of him would for sure. "Forgive me, I'm being rude. I am Ashtion D'Varas."

The elf boldly reached for her hand and took it in his, leaning down in order to kiss it lightly. He knew it was kind of a silly thing to do, but he was too desperate to just get a brief touch. Her skin was nothing less than perfect, smoother than anything he had felt before and smelled of a lovely sweet scent that likely she carried all over. He released her hand soon afterward as to not overstay his welcome. "I have to admit I've been waiting to meet you since the moment I stepped in. From what I understand, you have just started as well, Miss..?" He continued with a smooth tone, implying he wished for her name, still looking into her eyes with his own glowing green pair.

 

[Armphid]

A New Arrival

The town surrounding the Velvet Fist, Darrowshire, had fallen to the undead Scourge seven years ago. It had recently been retaken by the Argent Dawn, and the Velvet Fist built in it's remains, but there were still dark things lurking nearby. And the bolder ones often made their way into town. Which was why certain powerful employees patrolled the area around the Fist.

Such a patrol had found a small group of mindless dead creeping up on the shining walls of the pleasure house, and the battle had been fierce. The defenders rained down fire, and their blades flashed in the dim light as they cut down the rotting invaders. So intent were they, that one of the intruders escaped notice. In life, he had been a mage, and though his will had fled, the arcane power remained no less strong. He skulked behind the warriors of the Argent Dawn, then paused, his hands flickering with flames as he began to cast his spell...

"No chance!" The mindless thing turned as the cry rang out. Bearing down was a massive charger, the great horse covered in blue and silver mail and plate barding, breath steaming from it's nostrils as it hurtled toward the undead caster. On it's back, standing up in the stirrups, was a tall, broad shouldered human man, clad in resplendent plates of Thorium. He wore no helm, a ponytail of chestnut hair flying behind him like a banner, and on his strongly handsome face was a viciously roguish grin. In his right hand he held the golden winged hilt of a thick bladed sword. The rider leaped off his steed, the mighty animal veering off to the right. As he flew through the air, both hands closed about the grip of the powerful weapon, lifting it up over his head. Holy power surged through the air, striking and stunning the cadaverous evil, the Judgment of Command falling on him. Then the paladin struck, swinging down in a massive blow with all the force of the charge and jump behind it.

Combined with the power that had struck it before his strike, the force of the blow smashed the monstrosity to pieces. The still battling defenders looked that way, only aware now that they had almost been ambushed. The paladin had landed on one knee, and stayed so a moment. Then he rose, the gleaming plates of his armor clanking. The grin was even wider on his face as he nodded to those before him. Blue eyes dancing, he then laughed, "Had a fight waiting for me and everything! I like this place already."

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"Jasleth Ebonlocke." The brawny champion stood before the same welcome desk that all passed through, sliding his invitation across the table. His other hand reached for his weapon...then remembered he'd just handed it over to her. He hoped that wasn't a mistake. He'd heard the Argent Dawn was behind this place, and they were pretty tolerant but...that was a troll behind the desk.

She smiled at him, in a way that was startlingly fetching, "Invitation looks good, mon. We be glad t' have ya." He'd seen his share of trolls, male and female, and he had to admit that the women did look good. Especially in a dress like that. Mercy. It even made the pale green of her skin exotically appealing. "An' I hear y'already makin' yaself useful. Mighty good t' have a strong man aroun'." She took his invitation and the rules he'd signed, coming around the desk and gesturing for him to follow. "You com' fin' me afta me shift, an' we fin' anotha' use for you," she added with a wink.

He let out a low whistle, raising his eyebrows, then smirked. "All right then. I'll keep that in mind, ma'am." She showed him the general lay of the land, and finally to the room designated for him. She left him there, with another sly wink and none too subtle offer. Jas watched her retreating form, noting that her back was just as pleasing as her front, and she had a rather nice sway to her walk. Then he shook his head and entered the room. "I think a drink is in order," he murmured to himself, looking about the cozy chamber, "but let's leave the metal behind. A bit awkward."

So it was that almost an hour later, he entered the bar area. He'd taken some time to wash himself as well as change his clothes. He wore the silken outfit he'd gotten at the Lunar Festival, the gold trim and embroidery showing up very nicely on the royal blue silk. Plenty of folk here, Alliance and Horde. That still made him nervous. He'd done tours in Warsong Gulch, Alterac Valley, and the Arathi Basin. There could be plenty here who'd been on the opposite side. But no one seemed to be directing any hostility his way. Which was nice for a change.

Jas scanned the room, taking note of the occupants. A Blood Elf chatting up a slammingly gorgeous Draenai. An orc, a dwarf, and a goblin playing cards...going to stay away from that. A stunning female Blood Elf all alone over there, might have to do something about that. An orc woman, very well endowed, with a demon, and..."I don't believe it." His eyes went wide. That man! The one the orc was talking to! Lord Broderick! He was a living legend, one of the original Knights of the Silver Hand!

He turned to a passing server, "Excuse me. Could you send a glass of wine to that lady over there," he indicated the Blood Elf, "and ask her if she'd mind making my acquaintance in a few minutes?" The waitress nodded. Okay, good. Normally, he'd head over and do it himself. But he had to pay his respects to Lord Broderick first.

 

[HookerBoots]

Giving a nod of her head, Estana tried to hide the shiver that ran through her as he kissed her hand. It was old-fashioned and silly, but somehow charming and suave when he did it. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Astion D'Varas. I am Estana." Her name sounded so . . . bland, but giving more seemed unnecessarily braggish. "And yes, this is my first day. I am honored that you were waiting to meet me." This time she did blush, her cheeks staining a faint purple, as she smiled at him.

The hand he had just let go remained on the bar, fingers gently curled inward. And the fingers of her other hand ran around the rim of her glass slowly. "There are many things we could discuss, but I am unsure what would be appropriate, or interesting for you." Estana took a sip of her cider and looked at him. "We could go to one of the rooms you find interesting, if you like."