<strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparrow, Anahita, Thogstein, and Lauralan<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/96/72/b0/9672b075364f137bc484ec823e402d3d.jpg)</div><br/>In a matter of moments the helpful adventuress had turned into a rather helpless mess. Effectively blindfolded by the lack of glasses all she could do was whimper and drool into the gag in a continuous protest for the betrayal. Every step elicited from her another sound as the rope dug between the thighs, rubbing naughty discomfort against her sex. Shame of forced exposure in bondage kept warmth bright on her face despite the chilling wind.<br/><br/>Guard captain didn't seem too surprised by the sight of bound slaves. Business-as-usual, she took the approaching adventurers' explanations one by one. "Sparrow, no surname? And you still have your tag. Let's have a see... Hey boyo, check this one." She chugged it to the elf nerd, soon receiving a shout in reply. Sparro's tag was legit. Guard captain handed the tag back. "Aight. You're good, and your slave... She looks very corrupted... Mneeeh, sure, fine. Paper-boy will lead you to the registry office on your way down to the city to register her as yours."<br/><br/>She looked at Thogstein next, accepted her tag and had it looked at. "Good, good. You can pass as well. Now this slave..." Grinning, she approached to observe the open spread Anahita. Her fingers twitched, wanting to touch, but not quite daring to intrude on the mighty barbarian's property. "That's a damn fine find. Looks docile enough. Get her registered as your property with your friend. They've got more instructions for you downstairs for how to handle them in public."<br/><br/>Finally, her eyes fell on Lauralan. Eleanor mumbled a protest at her being a slave, trashing weakly against the rope-work as despair began to grow in her.<br/><br/>The guard captain nodded. "Very well. If she has no tag we'll take your word for it, so long as you have yours. And no, gotta say never heard about any Quilillian." But she did seem to realize what Lauralan was up to, her eyes lighting up at the elf approaching and making herself easily accessible. "However, if you really are some kind of nobility, I understand it could be better to go over the procedure in private." Her hand trailed to Laurana's ass, giving it an eager squeeze. A little arousal rose on the cheeks of the dark skinned elf.<br/><br/>She shouted at the cleric. "Boyo, you take care of the rest of 'em. I've got some captain-y things to take care of. You three, with me." Three fellow dark elf followed her as the captain began to lead Lauralan, and by extension the leashed Eleanor into a tower structure jutting from the wall. Downward along a spiral staircase they went, arriving in a small office room with books, desk, a sofa, and some refreshments.<br/><br/>Once inside Captain began to undo their armor. "Okay, Lauralan Quilillian. You've got the girl in charge right here," she said, sliding a hand over Lauralan's shoulder to pull her closer, another between her thighs to caress the soft elf. The three other guards didn't seem to mind, each sitting down on furniture, grinning as they looked at their captain warming up the other elf, sometimes glancing at the bound slave Eleanor. Captain's hand inched closer, peeling some of the pencil skirt off. "Now, we still can't skip the regular process, but... depending on how well your nobility<em>serves</em>me, them, and how deep your pockets are we may be able to expedite it. Now I'd like to really start with a small cavity search on your sexy bits..."<br/><br/><strong>Lauralan, you've got the guard captain and three of her finest (or horniest) in a small room with you and Eleanor. They demand sex and money for passage. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>Meanwhile, upstairs, the scroll boy was starting to have his spilled papers collected. He looked at the remaining adventurers, adjusting glasses. "S-so. Hi, welcome back to civilization! Umm... Before we go. So whose exactly is that?" His finger pointed at the trussed up futa harpy who had, until now, been ignored by the others. Her cock stood hard, leaking pre into the wind.<br/><br/>One of the guards shouted in panic, "It's a doppelganger! A mimic!" In an act of heroism he lunged forward with a polearm, attempting to skewer the harpy. Tip of the blade cut through some of its bindings and poked its butt, causing the thing to jump backwards. Backwards, off of the wall. However, there was no splatter. "Crossbows! It's flying away!" Shouted the heroic guard. Those with bows took aim at the half bound creature flapping away far below, loosing volleys of bolts at it.<br/><br/>Rest of the guards ushered the party inside into safety. "Oh, phew. That was close," the cleric boy said. "There's been more and more doppelganger attacks recently. One always tries to slip by when a group returns. Now, this way please. We still need to register those slaves." With a few guards to protect them the party was led to a large chamber somewhere within the wall itself. Those claiming themselves new slaves were handed ten page documents to read and fill out with small descriptions of what abilities and quirks their bounties possessed.<br/><br/>For moth the process was pretty straightforward. Sparrow was instructed to keep her restrained in public spaces with minimum of collar and a leash. As her owner it was his responsibility that she didn't break the law or disturb the peace. Anahita's case wasn't as straightforward. The cleric detected her magical abilities and feared the worst. Magic of Gaia was strictly banned everywhere. Thus, Anahita would be forced to wear antimagic collar at all times. In addition Thogstein would need to keep her gagged and bound in public spaces or face serious fines of up to 100 coins. The guards were also kind enough to provide simple shawls as clothing to those who had lost theirs.<br/><br/>In the end, the party was let go, released back to the streets of the city surrounding the Wall of Purity.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, you're back in civilization properly. It's time to rest, do a small time-skippy if you want, and get squad regrouped so that you can head back into the Anus. </strong><br/><br/><em>OOC:</em>I'll give you a small party-move later for return trip preparations. Tally up the loot you have and want to sell and I'll give you some coins that you can use to purchase new gear. If your characters think they learned any important secrets about Anus they can also try to sell those to a local library. The slaves can also be sold :P