<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, following Mistress(L6)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Muineth, Laica, Calitorn, Shahazadi<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 squeaked as her mistress kept her mouth closed the large fox liked silence and imparted directions through different manners then the giant soft one. But Nip knew that the large fox directed this way and licked at her finger. Nip’s larges ears pulled back in a sign of submission at the large foxes scent of command, gave a little chitter and then settled into her hiding place.<br/><br/>And soon Nip was on the ground. She stretched and yawned, watching the large fox do the complex motion of presentation. Nip tilted her head to the side watching the motion unsure what it displayed. It wasn’t designed to be aggressive or defensive. Nip’s hair would stand on end for purpose. Nip instead watched and wagged her tail slowly behind her, the large ears tracking the cacophony of noise in the bar while she watched her Mistress. And then the large fox was off and Nip padded after her following along and sniffing at each of the people that the large fox came upon sniffing and learning the new smells. The other fox creature was hear, the smell of the passive animal everywhere here. So many animal smells always ruffled Nip’s fur.<br/><br/>The scaly monster Nip took a nip at as her mistress pressed into the creature. It didn’t taste right and she shook her body. Why the large fox liked this one Nip couldn’t understand. The smells of mistress always made Nip feel like she was in a lizard den. As the large fox moved another scent became apparent. Another animal and Nip padded faster, between her mistress’s legs to see where they were going. And then the Mistress was meeting another fox. She could smell the differences between the two. She took a tentative step, putting her paws on the furred ones legs. “Nnnnyiiip!” Tail wagging quickly and ears pitched forward. If mistress liked this fox then so did Nip. And then a piece of meat on the floor attracted her attention! She bound forward to eat the scrap of meet off the floor and when she turned around her mistress was gone. With a mournful little whimper she sat down on her hunches looking around for the smooth one. Slowly she wandered the room accepting scraps as she scented for the other one.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Xf5DUyb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (T10 to L7)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Calitorn, Guild Members<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/>When her friend and sometimes bed mate approached her she couldn’t help but give a friendly warm small.<strong>“Why, Shahazadi, don’ ya look sweet as a peach.”</strong>She accepted the invasion of her personal space with a greedy little groan of need.<strong>“Ah suga,”</strong>she whispered as the fox girl started to grind against her. She let out a moan as the hidden surprise in her robes began to fill with blood and push against her friend. Naturally as she opened her mouth the other girl moved forward to silence her protest. The taller girl seemed to shrink as her shoulders slumped and her wings moved to help cover their action. A blur of Fox tails and of Draconic Wings the two had a much shorter encounter than Yira would have liked. Her wings quickly draped over her body and the empty serving tray slipped to cover the growing bulge. She shot the mute girl a dirty longing look and only caught the glance out of the corner of her eye as Shahazadi’s friend sat down with Felicia was looking at her. “Right a’ay boss,” she said slipping back behind the counter and busying herself refilling drinks.<br/><br/>She strode around the room bringing new drinks to the thirsty patrons, each time getting close to them and giving them a generous look of her ample curves as she leaned in to get them refilled. Yira’s body pressed in towards the patrons, both male and female, and with a wink of future good times if they should so want it she took their orders with a clear invitation of<strong>“If ya’ll need anthin’ ya’ll just call Yira.”</strong>She'd just finished making her rounds when the silent fox woman had came upon her and pressed into her hand a silver coin. She grinned and nodded at what she knew would be a good time. She'd normally not charge so little but she enjoyed the woman's company and she could make an acceptation to the rules. When using that strangely expressive face and the body language she used to communicate Yira understood that this wasn't for her services.<strong>"Ah, sure, Suga,"</strong>she hoped her voice didn't contain the disappointment. She knew what her duty was currently and she couldn't actually just vanish back to her room for a quickie, no matter how much she wanted it. She waited for her to grab the other fox woman, a pleasantly plumb girl that Yira wouldn't mind exploring at some point. With Felicia's watching eye she moved back towards the kitchen with the two and opened the door.<strong>"Ya know where ta go, Sweetie."</strong>She waved after the two of them and moved back to resume her orders.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://t14.deviantart.net/tDng6znc1vCkHqOhYfWlpm-fuAU=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre02/f313/th/pre/f/2016/121/8/9/unwinding_and_rewinding_by_noben-da0y2rb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (R8)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Muineth, Guild Members<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/>Felicia kept a watchful eye on the tavern as she tended the bar. The Lizard woman’s piercing blue eyes tracking most of the movement that she could see and with her ability to rotate an eye independent of her head it was a neat trick getting something over on her. She stood on a slight raise behind the bar to give her a few inches of extra height which really didn’t do much but to show off the generous swell of her bossom. Even when she was standing still she had a tendency to still move just a little. Curses and all that. She noted when the regulars came in and she noted when folks who weren’t so regular showed up. The not so regulars got her attention first and foremost. The bartender’s eyes moving to the knight in the back who was only drinking a very hard to find red wine, to the other mysterious elf at the bar who was trying his best to hide an accent. She was pretty sure most people wouldn’t have caught it under that urban tone but she had. It paid for her to know these things.<br/><br/>When the unusually tall woman with green hair came over and leaned against the bar Felicia offered a smile that was friendly and open.<strong>“Hello Muineth,” </strong>her voice was rich and full.<strong> “So it’ll be your usual fair then.” </strong>She made a gesture with her tail and from somewhere in the back a halfing’s head popped out.<strong> “Usual for Muin and Shah.” </strong>The halfing nodded and ducked back into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes surveying the bar and then moved to focus on the shield wielding merc.<strong> “The crowds are the same, just different faces. Here for a look at our singing beast kin and the busty wenches that we use to serve with.” </strong>Her reptilian face was split into a grin.<br/><br/>She stood upright, a popping sound going through her spine as she did so.<strong> “But yeah, pretty much the same it’s been all week. To cold and wet outside for most means we’re busy inside. Yira and Amelia have been running double shifts all week and Heather and Amy are busy cleaning and keeping the rooms neat.” </strong>She gave a small shrug. Her long blonde hair seeming to bounce as she did the motion.<strong> “Can’t complain. You?” </strong>As she talked the two watched as the elf’s fox friend scampered past with another fox.<strong> “Should I make hers to go?” </strong><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 (http://i.imgur.com/2fGTTQc.jpg) (A.K.A. The Tavern of The Busty Wench)<br/>Time: Late Afternoon<br/>MISC: Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM3Ep3yka44)<br/>Tagging: All<br/><hr/><br/><br/>For those left in the bar, LLyra’s tune changes and becomes much softer as she pulls a flute from her side and begins to walk and sway through the room going table to table to give a little trill (M6). As if the music were almost the cue the music changes a slim and petite human with pink walks through the door in and looks around before joining the knight in the bottom corner (D10). As Amelia moves up to check on the couple in the corner a pair of the orc Guards move to intercept the wench and begin to play with her, leering at her and generally being overly obnoxious about their presence to order more food and drink(F6, F7 and G7). Their hands upon Amelia as she tries to be professional about taking their order but it doesn’t take an oracle to know she’s not comfortable with this treatment.<br/><br/>Pushing away from the bar where he had been drinking quietly to himself the only Hobgoblin moves away from the bar and slowly begins to follow the beastkin LLyra, a heavy tankard in his hand and a lustful look in his eyes. His build is larger than the bard who seems completely unaware of the interest she’s attracted. She continues to sway and dance for the red headed Last Sword who grins and seems to be enjoying the display of the lithe animal.<br/><br/>The other guild members are gathered around a set of dice, laughing and placing bets and boasting about their great exploits. The shouting catching the attention of the other orcs not part of the fun harassing Amelia are all looking at the obnoxious Last Swords and glancing down at the flagons. Yira continues to circle through the crowd stopping and getting close to everyone as she takes orders. She playful hits the back of people’s hands for getting to grabby but the looks she gives means that nothing will probably ever come of it.<br/>