<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://diablo3x.com/wp-content/gallery/wizard/ss72-hires.jpg)</td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">FARIN DARTMOOR</span></span><br/>Human Sorcerer</div><hr/><strong>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2353437#msg2353437); HP:</strong> 6; <strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous;<br/><br/>Farin Dartmoor had an on par day.  It began in the afternoon, just after the sun left it's throne, and this was not altogether unusual, because Farin partied until the late hours and met the world with saggy blacks sometime after lunch.  It was also not very unusual to find Farin in bed with a semi-attractive woman.  Both were exhausted from a long night of fucking.  There really is no other verb that quantifies exactly what they had done last night except that one, and even then, there must be some adjectives included just so that you might get the gist of what happened on this particular bed in some particular house located in some particular neighborhood of the Duchy of Geoff.  For example, Farin didn't just fuck the woman;  he fucked her raw, until she bled, so hard that she felt violated, and so long that she had wondered after the second hour or so if the man would tire out any time soon.  And this is a rather curious feat because Farin simply did not possess the figure of someone who fucks extremely hard or for an incredibly long time, but there you go.<br/><br/>It was also not an extremely out of the way occurrence for this particular woman to be already married.  Indeed, it was so common nowadays that when the husband kicked the door open and started his onerous diatribe as to the sullied virtues of a married woman, Farin instantly awoke, darted towards his rat familiar, plucked him up into his arms and cried:<br/><br/> "The infamy!  I didn't know you were married!"<br/><br/>The woman, perplexed, shook her head at the realization of being pegged for a slut and cried:<br/><br/> "But it's the first thing that I told you!"<br/><br/>As for that, Farin grinned at the menacing husband with an "I'm excited and I'm really sorry" smile, bounced up once or twice as if preparing to do something utterly stupid, and then, jumped through the window, fell unto his shoulder on the shingles outside, and rolled, rolled, rolled until he landed in the street below.<br/><br/> "And that's how you handle that!"  Farin cried.  The husband peered out of his window, glaring daggers at Farin, then disappeared within.  The wife appeared suddenly and Farin waved at her and ran into a side street.<br/><br/> "But I didn't catch your name!" she cried after him.<br/><br/>**** <br/><br/>So Mr. Dartmoor walked down a street, stroking his rat's nose with an index, shooing it.<br/><br/> "I know what you're thinking, my dear boy," he began, lifting Percy so that he might kiss him on the forehead.   "You're thinking how a handsome devil like myself should utterly find himself almost pennyless in a land filled with rich, big breasted women.  But--"  Farin was interrupted by the sight of a note plastered against the wall.   "What's this?  Adventurer's <em>wanted</em>?  No experience <em>necessary</em>?  Why, my dear Percy, I seem to be overqualified for the position!"<br/><br/>He chuckled merrily as he then tore the poster from the wall and put it in his vest's pocket.<br/><br/> "Now let us be discreet!  We shouldn't want the enemy to discover us.  Indeed, were Aina to find me now, she should make waste of me.  But that's no matter now.  I am sure that twenty lions shall purchase several wenches, or perhaps one that happens to have a female rat familiar!  Wouldn't that make you happy, Percy?"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Now please let me illustrate this correctly.  Do not think that Farin walked confidently and assumed he was superior to everything that stood near.  No, this was a different sort of confidence and swagger.  It was a blissful ignorance, really, because he didn't think much of anyone standing near unless of course they were attractive.  And Farin found a great deal of things attractive this afternoon.  <br/><br/>The walk to the encampment had been entertaining.  Of course,  wherever Farin went was where the party was.  Too bad he was penniless.  Well, he had five silvers... but what does a soul do with five silvers, especially when your tastes exceed your means?  Twenty lions, though-- that was almost what mercenaries made.  He was terribly excited, and not just because of that.  There were many things to look at in this particular encampment.<br/><br/>For example, those two tall women.  He approached them, smiled broadly and gesticulated gratuitously, his chiseled and symmetrical abs kind of gyrating flirtaciously in a circular manner as he spoke, leaning against a post like a dashing rogue and all.<br/><br/> "Hullo, ladies.  What else do you do besides being beautiful?" he said, smirking wolfishly all the while.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>