<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Three Hours And One Alliance Raid Later</b></span><br/><br/>It had just rained in Duskwood; the Madam quickly figured that out from the amount of cold water in the puddle into which she had just fallen head and bust first from the driver’s seat of her vehicle. The towel that she had managed to wrap around her waist while fleeing from the Westfall camp now undid itself, and as she clambered up onto her feet, the only thing that covered her body anymore was a shroud of wet leaves from the ground. She brushed them off in disgust. The white towel in the murky water slowly turned dark-grey.<br/><br/>“Fuck!” the Madam hissed, perhaps too loud for her own good. The storage walker that she had parked was in a steep angle, and some of the wooden drawers on its side had busted open, their contents missing, most likely fallen somewhere along the underground pathway, nowhere to be found. The drawers were supposed to stay shut even when the walker crawled on the ceiling of a bottomless cave, but perhaps she had driven a bit too fast. There should be some kind of a speed limit in the Westfall-Duskwood underpass… that only the Darkmoon Faire, and the Madam, would ever use. Bleh. Enna only had herself to blame, but she refused to do so.<br/><br/>“What the fuck are<i>you</i>looking at?” she spat at an ogre that peeked at her from behind a bush.<br/><br/>“Tits—” said one head, “—Boobies,” said the other.<br/><br/>“Shoo!” Enna called, “Shoo or the metal spiders eat you for lunch!”<br/><br/>The other four-legged walkers finally caught up and popped into view from a hole in the ground, which was enough to convince the two-headed brute to bugger off. Enna looked around, only to discover three of her mechano-spiders missing. The next cry of anger she let out was loud enough to wake up a sleeping dragon, had there been one nearby.<br/><br/>“Blasted Alliance,” Enna grumbled, “Worse than the Horde,” she mumbled and threw a stone into the tunnel in the hopes that it’d hit someone in the head. It didn’t. They hadn’t followed her under the ground.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the Madam had managed to conceal the walkers in the woods well enough that she could begin the execution of Plan B: Stand by the road to Stranglethorn, see whoever goes by, and hire them as your new crew. That’s right, a perfect plan on which she had spent a whole three seconds of thinking, just now. Nothing could go wrong—especially after she decided not to bother with any clothes. Fuck clothes. At least the hair was, by some miracle, still perfectly fine. Then, as if a hot-pink mohawk and a shiny, wet body with humongous tits and ass wasn’t enough to draw attention in the forest that was mostly made of different shades of grey, Enna sighed in frustration and raised her hands around her mouth as a trumpet.<br/><br/>“Adventurers wanted!” she shouted in each direction of the road and even to the woods around her, “Smutty adventurers wanted!” she repeated until someone would show up.<br/><br/><br/><i>Reviving this RP with a new cast of characters. Check in at the OOC thread if you’re interested in (re)joining.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>