<div class="floatleft">(https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/zzq2vWcHpquk73vLJa64MWRbEUtBQU_bclWAjlTjKfc/https/images6.alphacoders.com/428/428756.jpg?width=936&amp;height=585)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nip (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13402541#msg13402541)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, begging(L6)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs<br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>0/0<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:15 , TAC: 15, FFAC: 12, CMD:8<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +1, Init +3, Perc+5<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nip accepted the petting by rolling onto her belly and giving the typical chitter of a fennec. She stayed there for a second and then let out a tiny yowl of disappointment when her den mate turned to address the stinky one. She slowly returned to her paws and gave a tiny sigh.<br/><br/>Seeing the outstretched hand Nip was naturally curious and padded over to the hand. Sniffing at it and then pouncing on it and giving a playful growl before darting away towards the other table mate. She gave a tough growl, haunches down and tail weaving about her. She then spun and charged at the other man with a playful bark. Pausing just long enough to have her sensitive ears scratched by the male soft thing. She turned to stare at the den mate tilting her head to the side as she tried to understand what was going on.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://orig05.deviantart.net/144a/f/2016/179/9/f/llyra_whitebirch_by_jeflint-da80fm7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>LLyra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (M5)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Muineth, Tessela, Calitorn<br/><strong>HP:</strong>?/?<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>?/?<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:?? , TAC: ??, FFAC: ??, CMD:?<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort ?, Ref ?, Will ?, Init ?, Perc ?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before the bard can get further away she bumps into two suddenly very large orcs, though to be fair the beastkin is a bit on the scrawny and petite side, who seem to be curious in the actions of the captain and the green haired woman. She turned and gave a startled gasp. “Good Gentles,” she said.<br/><br/>“They ain’t good an they ain’t gentle,” The red haired guild mate guffawed slapping the table.<br/><br/>“Watch it hu-man,” the bigger of the two orcs said. Stretching the word out as if it were an insult.<br/><br/>The slightly smaller orc looks at the captain. “You gonna take the beer with an elf?” She spits on the ground, and toward the guild members. “Elven scum.”<br/><br/>Caught in the middle LLyra looks around, her tail around her legs and her ears pressing down into her head. “G-good Gentles, p-perhaps a song.”<br/><br/>With a laugh the larger orc pushes LLyra onto the table with her butt wiggling in the air. She lets out a yelp of surprise and kicks out at the orc. Catching it in the shin and causing him to let go of her. She backs up into Muineth a look of terror on her face.<br/><br/>LLyra is given a reprieve from the hobgoblin’s attention as the tall green haired elf steps in between them. She looks at Muineth with a smile on her face and no hint of recognition in her eyes.<strong>“Thank you gentle,”</strong>she mumbles and provides a bow. She begins to play her music again but does not move away having found safety near the warrior elf.<br/><br/>“Th’r right,” the Hobgoblin slurs. “Shouln’ break beer wit elves. Nothin’ but daisy munch’rs.” He spits on the ground directly at Muineth’s feet and steps up closer. “M’ybe I’ll tak’ yer gold fer bribin’ an’ off’cer ‘n search o’ the flifthy divine.” He spits again and lays his hand on his short sword. “Mayb’ yer one o them.” He squints at the elf with bleary eyes.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Wiz.%28KonoSuba%29.full.2082813.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (D7)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talan, Kallis<br/><strong>HP:</strong>?/?<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>?/?<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:?? , TAC: ??, FFAC: ??, CMD:?<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort ?, Ref ?, Will ?, Init ?, Perc ?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Spurred on by the perceived lack of action from the couple the male orc forcibly pushes Amelia down onto the table and lifts up her skirts and steps boldly forward running his hands along her inner thigh. The wench makes a squeal and looks at her friends with clear indication in her eyes. The large orc smirks as he stares down at the frightened and squirming bare wench. “Big woman like you, make fine orc babes.”<br/><br/>His companion moves towards the couple and stares down at the woman. She licks her lips as she leans down into her space and gives a sniff of the red head. “Pretty flower,” she whispers. “Come with me and I’ll show you the love of an orc. What does the scruffy one have?” She reaches out as if to touch Kallis but stops herself almost as if seeking permission to touch the woman.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fantasy.ambient-mixer.com/images_template/1/7/2/172b0fd30dd068a0302a7380fd0dedc3_full.jpg)</div>Location: The Tavern of the Three Sisters (https://i.imgur.com/Iyvs6jC.jpg) (A.K.A. The Tavern of The Busty Wench)<br/>Time: Early Evening<br/>MISC: Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FamD-J0oDI)<br/>Tagging: All<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The guild members have ceased their activities and are watching the growing confrontation between Muineth, LLyra and the patrol. The tension in the bar having mounted considerably with the drunken swill and anger that seems to be spilling out of the orcs. Curiously enough the other Orc heads to the fire and kicks a chair into the fireplace with an uproar of laughter before pouring her beer on to the floor and snatching up a patron’s mug. “Kern’s rule is our rule! Kern’s right is our right!” she shouts with a hearty chuckle.<br/>