<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Cimmerian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mira (as Katurah), Xifeng, Lukas, Daud, Elokhat, Bhalar (everyone is together)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cormac's eyes widened in amazement as Xifeng executed her maneuver.  He nodded in appreciation and approval.<br/><br/><em>"Tsk, tsk, foolish barbarian, when will you learn? Not all temples are unlocked by keys forged of copper or even gold, some require the correct words, while for others a pretty flower may suffice.</em><br/><br/>Cormac understood, but pushed out his lower lip and scratched his head as if he didn't.<br/><br/><em>"The temple is my cunt."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Ohhh, now I get it."</strong>He smiled at her, supporting her act.  Cormac noticed an interesting reaction from Mira when Xifeng said that.<br/><br/>Lukas went to hand the bottle of mead back to Cormac, but tricked Cormac the way Cormac tried to fool Xifeng.  In slow motion, he lunged at the bottle until he got it back.<br/><br/>Cormac got up to talk with his two comrades and three Nemedians, and then returned.  Now sitting back at the table with Katurah at his side again, Cormac felt a thump on his shoulder.  He looked up and behind him and saw Bhalar.  He was making his usual face, which was mostly neutral with a hint of thinking he was better than everyone, but did not bother to telling them.  Cormac just looked back with thinly veiled amusement, then nodded, at the Hyrkanian.<br/><br/>The barbarian's hand was back on Katurah's thigh, but higher toward her hip and more inside toward her sex.  His fingers, thumbs and palms were huge, and they felt like they were circling her thigh. like he owned her.<br/><br/>In a way, he felt he did.  He knew who she was, who she really was, that her name was Mira.  The captain kept her a secret but even he was not immune to spilling his guts after filling them with drink.  Cormac also knew that the captain practically owned her.  Now that the captain was gone, Mira would need direction.  Cormac decided to take her for himself.  She would be making some nice coin for both of them - he as pimp, she as whore.  He would break her in tonight with a thorough fucking.  When she's begging him to stop making her cum, he will keep doing it anyway.<br/><br/>Along with Bhalar, both Goose and Elokhat arrived, standing within earshot but mostly remaining quiet.  Cormac didn't see them come in.  He just looked back in their direction and they were there.  Goose may have been disappointed that the members of the mercenary company were no longer in separate corners, but having everyone in a circle together allowed everyone to watch each others' backs.  Elokhat looked coiled, ready to strike, but still observant of his prey.  He had the qualities of a snake, the good qualities.  Daud, on the other hand, was like a snake also, but in a negative way.<br/><br/>He had to hand it to the Shemite merchant - he could handle Cormac's fierce gaze.<br/><br/><em>If I wounded you, you would be bleeding to death right now.</em><br/><br/>Cormac didn't apologize, and instead thought of kittens with balls of string.  It made him break his stare, and he looked up into space and smiled a bit.  At the same time, he slid his hand up further until he was touching Katurah's sex, feeling for warmth and wetness.<br/><br/><em>Look at her, the way she eyes Daud so openly for his coin.  A whore indeed.  Next thing you know, she will be gawking at Xifeng.</em><br/><br/><em>"Do I have your attention?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"I'm listening, Daud, to you and anyone else who wishes to respond."</strong><br/><br/>That's when Maeve came in with her offer.<br/><br/>The Cimmerian said to the merchant with a job opportunity,<strong>"Split it <em>eight</em> ways, Daud.  Or the rest of us will eventually make it <em>seven</em> ways."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac had a dark imagination and he thought of Mira getting captured by Picts - how they would hold her down, tie her up, take turns raping her and hurting her.  She would cry and scream.  It would be beautiful.<br/><br/>