<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TcyN8Ce.png)(https://i.imgur.com/NPPMq1R.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/abmek7f.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/cFWgpCT.jpg)<br/></div><br/>"Likewise, though I'll admit it's not your heart I'm after..." the bard cooed, her own hand running down the small of Valna's back to return the favor. However she didn't settle for a caress, and instead dipped those deviously dexterous fingers under the waist of her sinfully short shorts so she could grope Valna's bare ass directly. For a musician, her finger tips noticeably lacked callouses. In fact they were rather smooth as they brushed across the thief's lower lips, "Elis'na, a pleasure to meet you" she whispered, giving a surprisingly elvish sounding name. That combined with her more slender figure, longer ears, and penchant for magic suggested the orc might actually be an Elc,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">Elcs are a crossbreed between elves and orcs, combining the strength and durability of an orc with an elve's inherent magic and longevity. While any pairing of elf and orc can produce an elc, most elcs hail from the Orisian Empire, a former elven kingdom that was conquered by an orc horde several generations back. It was rather infamous for enacting a mass breeding program, forcefully pairing orcs with elven captives for the sake of strengthening the orc race by taking the elves' immortality for themselves. The campaign was so successful that the vast majority of Empire's population are now elcs.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">While not in open conflict with them, relations between Lyse and the Orisian Empire have been tense for the past few years. Not only because of the potential threat they pose as the continent's second strongest nation, but also due to racial tensions. The majority of Lyse's elven population is comprised of refugees who fled their kingdom after the orc invasion, and as they have integrated into Lysian society and started gaining positions of power, anti-elc sentiment has become a more prominent political issue.</div></div>"I wholeheartedly agree. There's nothing in the world better than a woman with loose lips and a tight body" she cooed, the massaging strokes across Valna's vulva calling into question which lips she was talking about, "Though speaking of tastes, you wouldn't mind if I got a quick sample would yo-"<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>WHAM!</strong></div><br/>Valna was suddenly sent stumbling forward as someone shouldered past her at great speed, though thankfully Elis'na was there to catch her, "Sorry!" a heavily accented voice called out as two figures raced up the stairs past them, one of them looking awfully familiar, "Oof, you alright?" the elc asked, "looks like they're in an even bigger hurry than we are" she mused with a chuckle.<br/><br/><em>"come, if we make it to the roof then we can be free of them"</em>the sect girl said to Juro as she lead him up the stairs, giving him fleeting few seconds to recognize that they had just shoved past Valna with a pair of lovely looking ladies. What an insatiable little harlot the thief was, already looking for another hook-up not long after the ferocious dicking he had given her,<em>"Try to hold in your thoughts. I can mute my mind to them, but it will much easier for them to pick up yours"</em>she hastily explained, though "hold in your thoughts" was hardly a followable instruction without any direction or training on how to do it.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DBNikpw.jpg)</div><br/>The big woman watched with amusement as the fairy pulled out a tiny little cup and took a scoop out of her glass of brandy, "Bwahahaha! That is adorable!" she laughed heartily, giving her mug another mirthful slam, causing a bit of ale to splash out and almost spill on Peaches, "A tiny cup! Just like a doll! I have never seen such a thing! How delightful!" she said, still chuckling.<br/><br/>She glanced back down at her new doll-sized friend, and gave a big smile, "Silly and weird? A bold statement to come from a curvy little butterfly, leaving sparkles all over the place" she mused. When she rejected the idea of splashing about in her drink she gave a devious smile, "you're right, I might end up gulping you down, though not because I forgot" she teased with a wink, "No suds eh? How about a glass of wine then? I've never had fairy flavored drink" she added, her curiosity thoroughly piqued.<br/><br/>"The name's Brunhilda Foe-Cleaver, Champion of the Red Rules!" she exclaimed, and suddenly several other patrons around the bar gave a clang of their mugs<strong>"The Foe-Cleaver!"</strong>they cheered in unison.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">As she said, Brunhilda Foe-Cleaver (https://i.imgur.com/iQho2TF.jpg?1) is the current reigning champion at the Grand Arena. This not only marks her as a peerless fighter, but a famous celebrity as well, given how popular the arena is.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">Within the Grand Arena there are two distinct divisions, each with their own separate champions: the Blue Rules and Red Rules. The Blue Rules are non-lethal duels, fought until one side submits or is rendered unable to fight. However the Red Rules are full on fights to the death, often ending in bloody spectacle. The Blue Rules is the more popular division amongst fighters, for reasons that should be obvious, however the danger and high stakes of the Red Rules make them the favorite of the audience. Those who dare to fight under the Red Rules claim more prestige and make significantly more coin. It also means Brunhilda is someone you probably don't want to trifle with.</div></div>"As for how large I am, meat and weight of course! When I was a young lass my father fed me 5 chickens a day, and had me lift rocks till my arms until my arms gave out. Now I can devour a whole coop in one sitting, and can raise a boulder over my head with one arm! They call me the Foe-Cleaver<strong>"The Foe-Cleaver!"</strong>because I can slice a man in half with a single swing of my axe, two if he's wearing dragon steel. Though I'm working on getting that down to one as well" she boasted, confidence bursting out of every pore.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ab9mZw0.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/MGEOjlm.jpg)</div><br/>The Knight did not, in fact, run when she turned to retreat. It continued it's steady progress towards her with unflinching certainty. However showing her back did leave her wide open for another crescent slash, the wave of moonlight gliding through her like butter, sending a shock throughout her body, as though she had been sliced in two. Fortunately she managed to round the corner before it could shoot yet another projectile at her, and given it's slow pace she was able to put some good distance between them.<br/><br/>Katra found her way back onto the main street, again surrounded by casual passerby. When she stood at the entrance of the casino her companions were not to be seen, all caught up in much more desirable scenarios, though she would be approached from behind by someone else,<strong>"hey! citizen!"</strong>a voice called to her, a hand resting on her shoulder. Looking back she would see a pair of guards, one human and the other some kind of beastman. The beastman was the one who had approached her, while the human hung back and watched the street,<strong>"We heard a call for help and noticed you fleeing that alley. What's going on? Are you in need of assistance?"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Lunar Knight hits you with another wave of light, dealing 8 damage (ignores armor)