Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 23:24:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/AoC_Tavern_zps37ce1813.jpg)<br>(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/line_zpsb13b5084.gif)<br>The first thing you'll notice if new to the harbor of Kordava is that during the day the streets are full of Capital City Armsmen and mercenaries but by night the atmosphere changes. The docks of Kordava are ripe with pick pockets, swindling buccaneers, and drunkards. By night they come and go in the shadowy back alleys while ships busily load and unload at all hours. <br><br>... You'll notice all this unless of course the pungent aroma of decaying seaweed and the smell of fish doesn't drive you away.<br><br>Tonight, a light breeze purifies the air while a thick fog rolls in from a calm ocean. The lamps creak as they rock in the sea breeze, lights flickering and casting oddly lit shadows across the front of the Inn.<br><br>Inside the Leaky Wench a large crowd has gathered in this popular tavern. Girls dance on the tables, men boast loudly of grand adventures on the high seas. Sailors that reek of fish hang from the oak tables in drunken stupors. Floor boards are glassy with spilled mead, ale, and other things that don't bare mentioning.<br><br>A large board outside the entrance creaks on its rings, the image is that of a serving wench carrying a leaky barrel over her shoulder.<br>(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/line_zpsb13b5084.gif)</div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC Notes </div><div class="spoiler_body">This is a freeform in-character chat thread where the players can get to know each other before the game official begins.<br><br>If you wish to become graphically intimate with one another then please move it to private messages and I'll post a room thread(or something) for you later to post up your pm's in.<br><br>If you have any questions please post them in the Interest Check Thread (Click Here) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.0) so that we may address them before the game official begins.<br><hr><span class="bbc_u"><strong>A note about magic, the supernatural, and you</strong></span>: (For the rare occasion when it's encountered in game)<br><br>These things exist in the world and everyone knows it but few have seen them. People know of tales of the dead walking, or flying demons. Dark witches that spill blood to cast incantations and burn men alive. <br><br>Your character would have grown up on tales of gods and goddesses, demons, cannibals, and creatures lurking in the shadows.<br><br>However, regardless of the stories that your character has heard or the bravery they display in battle, nothing is quit like going face to face with a horror straight out of a nightmare. The tales your character was told as a child were designed to terrify young ones into listening to adults and following in their various deities teachings. These lessons are ingrained in your culture and belief systems.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The combat experience and you...</strong></span>:<br><br>My expectations for players are simply that they will recognize the fact that although they maybe great swordsman/whatever but when they are fighting there should be a sense of desperation in their response. A realization that getting hurt means pain. ...as long as players recognize and give proper response to the reality of combat I'm okay with it.<br><br>Consider your combat experience as above average but you are not Conan and all combat should be approached with caution in mind. Respond to combat as though every action and re-action is potentially life and death (or at least potential agonizing pain.) <br><br>What I'm saying is just that your characters should think before they act and treat actions as having consequences.<br><br>Characters should always be aware of the risks and the pain of battle. They should act like fighting is a gritty visceral thing and not a matter or rolling dice or dropping in flowery words of victory. So while it might be easy to beat up a street urchin, it's still a dangerous proposition with risks that need to be considered accordingly.<br><br>(Obvious acceptations are friendly practice duels and casual drunken brawls. Who doesn't love a good brawl?! <em>*smashes a chair over someones head*</em> )<br><br>For a complete list of characters please click here:&nbsp; <strong>Hyborian Age - Mercenary Company (Character Sheets)</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.0)<br></div></div><hr><em>(( If you're interested in this game please see our Interest Check Thread (Click Here) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.0). We haven't officially began yet. ))</em><br><br>Please Tag Posts with:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][IMG height=200 padding=8] &lt;insert image&gt; [/floatleft] <br><br>&nbsp;[b]Name:[/b]&nbsp; &lt;maybe hyperlink your characters name to your character sheet, see OOC notes if you need the hyperlink&gt;<br>&nbsp;[b]Nationality:[/b]&nbsp; &lt;Cimmerian, Aquilonian, Zingaran, Shemite, Stygian, etc..&gt;<br>&nbsp;[b]Class/Skill Set:[/b]&nbsp; &lt;see character lists if needed&gt;<br>&nbsp;[b]Location:[/b]&nbsp; &lt;where in scene, street, inside, backroom, etc...&gt; <br>&nbsp;[b]Tagged:[/b]&nbsp; &lt;who you're with&gt;<br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><strong>Clickable Thread Links</strong><br>Weird Tales (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174169.0)<br>Dark Valley Destiny (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=177681.0)<br>Chronicles (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174491.0)<br>Mercenary Company (Character Sheets) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.0)<br>OOC Lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173919.0)<br>Original Interest Check (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 15:03:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <em>&lt;Serving wench - Alamay&gt;</em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Zingaran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Young Serving Girl<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Roaming around through the crowds picking up mugs and serving refills<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; whoever has the coin...<br><br><hr><br>Most the patrons knew her name... Alamay was a young lass with plentiful curves, bountiful breasts, and long brown hair in curls that bounced as she moved from customer to customer. Her full pink lips seemed to maintain a perpetual smile as the patrons groped her bottom and slid hands up her knee length sack cloth apron. The apron was almost all she wore but it was more a half dress then an apron really with a full back tied tightly to accentuate her womanly physique. She held a tray full of mugs as she did a light spin and came laughing up to the first table.<br><br>Her dewy eyes sparkled blue in the lamp light as she smiled down at the patron and tucked a loose curl of hair up under a red head scarf.&nbsp; With a thick Zingaran accent she said, "Did ya want another?"&nbsp; ...<em>&lt;open to whoever wishes to interject...&gt;</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 16:36:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8197935#msg8197935)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Goose<br><br><hr><br>When the sun sank down under the horizon and the unkempt denizens of Kordava reared their ugly heads covered with dirt and missing teeth, the harbor area was a wretched hive of scum and villainy.&nbsp; <br><br>The Leaky Wench was very much like other dens of iniquity in the area, combining aspects of both tavern and fleshpot, offering diversions for any who had the coin.&nbsp; Ale, food, gambling, and dancers were readily available to patrons of this establishment, some of which Cormac the Cimmerian took advantage of...<br><br>The barbarian-warrior sat with a rogue from his mercenary company at a large rectangular table as a curvy, redheaded girl danced on top of the wooden surface for him.&nbsp; With the agility of an an acrobat, the young woman jumped from table to table, shaking her buxom bust, wiggling her full hips, and spreading her smooth, creamy thighs to reveal the barely covered treasure between them for the right gratuity.<br><br><em>"Did ya want another?"</em><br><br>Cormac was enjoying the show, but turned to the serving girl.<br><br><strong>"I did, barmaiden, a flagon of mead for my friend and me.&nbsp; Make it quick and I'll buy yourself a galleon to sail off to Aquilonia."</strong><br><br>Cormac eyed the girl's body from breasts to hips, then smiled in approval at her before providing a playful wink.<br><br>He looked up at the dancer, and offered her a hand to help her down to the floor.&nbsp; He lay his hand on her elbow.<br><br><strong>"<em>You,</em> girl..."</strong><br><br><em>"My name is Katurah."</em><br><br><strong>"Tarry a moment, Katurah."</strong><br><br>She bent at the waist, leaning forward, presenting her cleavage to him as she listened closely.<br><br><strong>"I've need of someone like you."</strong><br><br><em>"You already seem to <em>have</em> feminine company for the evening."</em><br><br>The dancer's eyes looked briefly at Goose.<br><br><em>"But, considering the look of her... I can see where you'd want <em>more</em>."<br><br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RevAtArms</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 17:13:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Bhalar Ahran (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216140#msg8216140)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Hyrkanian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Horse Archer<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; General Populace<br><br><hr><br>At a corner table, the man who had once been presumed heir of Clan Ahran drank quietly, though the shit-sitter small beer was a bit heavy for his taste.&nbsp; Also sour, though not in a pleasant way.&nbsp; Still, it was survivable...which was really all he could expect, of late.&nbsp; His hawk eyes shone dimly in the poor light, and there was, as ever, a restless quality about him...though he did seem unusually subdued in the clang and clamor of the tavern.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps the reason for this was the slender wrap of paper that hung, smouldering from one end, between the index and middle finger of his left hand.&nbsp; Occasionally, he brought that rough-formed tube up to his lips, inhaled deeply from it...then allowed smoke to curl out of his nostrils.&nbsp; The smoke clung about him, though at least its fragrance was not wholly unpleasant...and from the midst of his little personal smoke screen, he could observe the larger of his 'companions,' seated with one of the females from the meager remnant of their 'company.'<br><br>A shake of his head firmly dismissed the barbarian and the dancing-girl he had engaged -- the diseases that wracked the womenfolk of this pit were nothing that he wanted near himself, though perhaps the hill-man's formidable constitution would carry him through...or perhaps he already lived with them, and knew not the difference.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; Not for himself, the fleeting pleasure and prolonged itching.&nbsp; <br><br>Ahran set his mug aside, then plucked a coin of silver from his coin-purse...which he kept rather out of the way from greedy fingers, naturally.&nbsp; A moment spent studying the coin, then he set it dancing between his fingers, a shiny blur that showed, much to his pleasure, that his reflexes had not been dulled in the slightest by the herb he smoked.&nbsp; A lazy smile grew upon the horse-lord's face, and he let his head fall back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.&nbsp; Yet, the coin did not still in its rotation...indeed, grew even more flashy as he sent it spinning over his knuckles, only to be snatched from the air and set about its path once more.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 20:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.geekshow.us/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/seanbean_boromir.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lukas Tarn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8205090#msg8205090)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Aquilonian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Battlefield Medic<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Leaky Wench <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Any<br><hr>Lukas sat at a table my himself, observing the activities around him with a keen eye. He wasn't one to lose his senses to ale or mead with any sort of regularity, though he was known to have a palate favorable towards wine. But this place did not look like the 'wine type' of tavern, so he sat with his half-full mug of watered-down ale in front of him, still nursing the very first drink he had purchased when first arriving at the tavern.<br><br>Glancing around him, one might think some great celebration had overtaken the city of Kordava. Men and women alike celebrated as if some great victory had been achieved, some great enemy conquered. In a way, the mood was accurate, for the lives many of these people led were dangerous and some would say even foolhardy. These folk worked hard during the long days, and lived each night with a zest for life that nobles and farmers often could not fathom. There was no telling which of these folk might be celebrating their last nights in this world, and that included those in the crowd whom he called 'comrades'.<br><br>Lukas drew his gaze towards the table where Cormac and Goose sat. The big Cimmerian and the young woman were wholeheartedly taking part of the festivities, as far as Lukas could tell. The red-headed woman standing atop Cormac's table was part dancer, part acrobat, but at the moment Cormac had her attention as the two exchanged words. Lukas quickly assessed the woman, Cormac's expression, and he couldn't help but wager with himself that Cormac would indeed succeed in taking that one home with him. Sometimes the barbarian would fail – but in Lukas's experience, it was rare. <br><br>Goose, the beautiful dark-haired, fair-skinned woman sitting next to him didn't seem as interested in the dancer on their table, but Lukas had been surprised by the young warrioress before. Goose was as sly as anyone he had ever met, and just as sneaky when she wanted to be. Lukas thought it as likely that the woman might very well be scoping out a pick-pocket target as she was keeping an eye on every exit leading out of the place in the event of some conflict. <br><br>Off to the side at a corner table sat Bhalar, puffing on his smoke-weed as he often did when relaxing. Lukas himself would occasionally take to a pipe, but what he smoked was much different in aroma. The Hyrkanian was a fellow archer, something that Lukas had in common with him even though their archery styles were much different. Bhalar seemed to prefer a shorter, more mobile bow that could be fired from horseback, while Lukas himself preferred the longbow for distance and power, a weapon not fit for firing from the bouncing and jostling surface of a horse's back. <br><br>The Hyrkanian leaned his head back, a coin rolling dextrously down the length of his knuckles. Lukas pondered moving over to strike up a conversation with the Hyrkanian, but paused a moment. They had all earned this small bit of respite, this night of relaxation. Blood and toil and tears and sweat was the currency they had used in order to obtain such an evening, and Lukas wasn't about to ruin that for any of them. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and waved for the serving girl to come to his table. <br><br>“Do you have any wine available? Preferably something a bit older than last year?” he asked, but the serving girl's laugh gave him the answer he sought. She walked quickly away, shaking her head as if Lukas had suddenly sprouted a third eye or a second nose. Oh well, it was certainly worth a try.<br><br>It was almost a game to him, attempting to predict what his comrades would say or do in such a setting. A place like this was just as dangerous, perhaps even more so than many battlefields they had tread upon in their time. Where alcohol was involved, anything was possible. Lukas sat and watched his comrades, as usual, almost like a father watching over his children, though he knew if he ever voiced such a thing he'd be rewarded with one or more punches to the face for such silliness. On more than one occasion Lukas had aided one or more of them back to their rooms after exceptionally ambitious nights at whatever tavern they haunted at the time, though oft as naught they likely never remembered it.<br><br>Still tending to his comrades, whether on the field of battle – or off of it. Lukas took another sip of his ale, winced at the unrefined taste, and continued his quiet contemplations for the moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 22:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/7d6c4764-7826-45da-8145-1bf9d319d2d4_zps81039213.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mongoose 'Goose' (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8202035#msg8202035)<br><strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Zingarian<br><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue/scout at times a whore<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Leaky Wench<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Group<br></span><br><hr><br>The noise of many voices and accents mixed with the clamor of mugs and plates gave the Leaky Wench Tavern a somewhat musical bent. Mongoose, or as everyone called her these days 'Goose' sat beside the big Northern. He had been a favorite of 'The Captain'. Her 'Captain' the man that almost a decade ago saw something in her that was beyond the raggy cloths and dirt and gave her chance to be more then a thief and a whore. He was dead now going on a month. Dead because some idiot green horn of a commander, fresh out his momma's womb wanted to play at being a warrior. Their mercenary unit, 20 strong had been tasked with helping take a border fort. Broad light, no siege works, archers on the walls and the idiot wanted to watch it fall...in broad day light under a hot glaring sun. <br><br>She would one day find that 'boy' and slit his throat just to appease the ghost of 'The Captain'. Now though she was watching, they were few left and no one had talked much about what they would do next. She was a realist, being one of the few women in the past unit she had quickly learned she needed to at least appear to be with a male. Even though he was like a father to her she had shared the Captain's bedroll on many a night. Yet she had also shared others. Sex was after all coinage as well and using sex to keep the peace or relief stress with the men she was with only made sense. So Now she had to decide which one she would let 'claim' her.<br><br>She sipped the sour ale, nearing the bottom of her first mug. Cormac was already on his third or was it the fourth. She had a way that made people not notice her so as men and women angled past her as if she was not there, her eyes watched everything. She was the scout and took it serious even within a tavern. You never knew who might be sneaking around. Her eyes caught Lukas' and she nodded slightly. He was a good man as men went. Smart and capable but maybe not as tough as the others. She had felt his healing herbs and wrappings and he was always a bit amazed at how little she would scar, barely seen white lines in various places were all that showed from her many battles.<br><br>She was brooding again, she knew she was but since she had been ravished by those guards some years back she had never quite felt the same. Something had awoken in her that night, that she still struggled with. Desires and needs she had not said a word about to anyone. <br><br>She took another sip and worked the tavern with her eyes. There the big one in leather, he had a coin belt, meaning he had reasons to have one. Over there by the stairs sat three Nemedians, fair skinned and fair haired, wearing long cloaks and keeping a very watchful eye. It was as if they expected something or were looking for something. Swords peeked from under the cloaks. Long ones and when one lifted a mug she could see chain glint under the clothing. That was strange indeed. <br><br>She sat the mug back on the table and her eyes checked the doors and people moving about. Too long had she been a scout and something felt...out of place...wrong. She could not put her finger on it but it was there, she knew it.<br><br>Her left hand dropped to her lap and she fingered a pair of throwing knives. <br><br>Her lips curved a bit as the dancer glanced over her then dismissed her. The armor she wore kept her curves subtle but the others knew her, had seen her naked and knew how well her body was put together. Cormac was working the girl and would clearly get her to warm his bed. Not that it mattered. <br><br>She knew they needed silver for gear, equipment, arrows, maybe even some horses. She would see to that later but for now she watched. She listened. She sniffed the air. <br>Her fingers kept the twin throwing knives under the table but at the ready.<br><br>Something was off...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 23:40:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8197935#msg8197935)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Goose<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Katurah, you look like someone who knows her way around.&nbsp; This coin's for you - to keep my friends and me out of trouble.&nbsp; My 'feminine company' seems to be having difficulty enjoying herself, what with a plethora of unsavory characters in these particular surroundings.&nbsp; <br><br>"If any here desire to provide us an... unfriendly reception... or if you know of anyone who requires services of armsmen for a fair sum... there may be <em>more</em> coin in it for you.&nbsp; All you must do is listen to others and speak to me with those pretty pouty lips of yours, and you needn't even display your beauty or warm my bed tonight.&nbsp; What say you?"</strong><br><br><em>"I say... you and I have a deal, barbarian."</em><br><br>Cormac looked over at his female companion as the dancer sauntered away.<br><br><strong>"Ah, as much as I admire your vigilance, Goose, could you at least put up the <em>facade</em> that you are enjoying my company?&nbsp; Look, you've even scared away Bhalar and Lukas, and they are two of the finest, bravest men I've had the privilege of being in battle with.&nbsp; I have put the word out - if there's an ambush or opportunity out there, we will know of it."</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 02:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/PZO9009-Monk.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Elokhat (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8203009#msg8203009)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Stygian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Noble Duelist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Bhalar Ahran<br><br><hr><br>The shiny circle reached the height of its arc, a foot above the Hyrkanian horseman's head. And then, faster than the eye could follow, it was gone. Long callused fingers tipped with dull black polish closed around the spinning coin and pulled it into a tight fist. <br><br>The hand did not pull back to claim its prize, however. It hung in midair with the cloud of herbal smoke dissipating around it, arrested by Ahran's hand gripped tightly around the wrist. Both men flexed slightly, a brief test of strength. Elokhat, the Stygian warrior, looked down into the eyes of his mercenary companion and eventually offered up a slight grin. His hand opened, releasing the coin to fall upon the rough wooden table where it slowly settled to rest. He then wrenched his arm from Ahran's grip, though no observer could say if he might have been able to do so without the horseman's permission.<br><br>Elokhat sat lightly on the bench across the table. He moved like a dancer, or a snake, sliding into position with a minimum of wasted effort. A small wooden cup was placed on the table, half full of cloudy beer. Wretched local stuff; these barbarians could not even brew correctly. "You should keep more careful track of your money. We've few enough coins among us, unless someone has been hoarding. A snake without a head will soon die, no matter how strong the body. With our Captain gone we cannot afford too many nights of revelry." He nodded his head toward Cormac's table.<br><br>The barbarian had proven himself in battle. As a leader, though, he was untested. But what options did they have? He and Ahran were both foreigners, unlikely to command respect from potential employers. The women had earned Elokhat's respect as well, but their sex of course eliminated them from consideration, at least without a front man. Elokhat knew at least two Stygian noble families ruled by women in the shadows, and they were forces to be reckoned with, but this was quite another matter. And then there was Lukas, the doctor. Soft spoken and cultured; the man could probably lead a merchant's guild, but out here among the savages he'd be eaten alive.<br><br>Not for the first time Elokhat bemoaned the night of blood that had led to his banishment from Stygia. With his family's coin he could have bought this tavern whole and all in it for slaves, instead of having to bargain over the price of a cup of undrinkable swill. <br><br>"What do you know of the Picts, Ahran? I have heard rumors of lost temples among those savage lands, but I'm not sure I lend them my credence. Then again, a change of scenery may be what we need to turn our luck around."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 03:29:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb266/Mel_Reyna/92de87e8-ae78-4a46-b0a2-d2ca2413108a_zpsabd5663c.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Xifeng (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8215263#msg8215263)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Khitani<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Martial Artist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Lukas<br><br><hr> <br><br>Xifeng liked Kordava well enough. It probably wasn't a place where she'd like to settle down, not that she intended to be doing that anytime soon, but it was animated and dynamic enough to keep her interested for the time being. It was also a place from where she could go down many different paths, whether it was on her own or with the remnants of her mercenary unit which had paid the lion's share of the blood for only a meager portion of the glory and spoils during the last battle. <br><br>Her choice would have been much easier without Bhalar's presence. Xi realized that past allegiances hardly mattered where they were now, a whole world away from their respective homelands, and furthermore that Bhalar almost certainly had nothing to do with the raid on the monastery, and yet still, just the sight of him was enough to bring back those terrible memories. Even just a glance at him from across the inn had been enough to make images of the burning monastery and the sounds of her friends' screams briefly flash through her thoughts. <br><br>Obviously, Xi didn't want to think about that now. She never did. Looking around for a more pleasant distraction, she spotted Lukas sitting all by himself like he often did and decided to pay him a visit. The two of them got along quite well, having chatted about remedies and whatnot a couple of times in the past. Additionally, Xi wasn't the typical close-minded mercenary who believed that the only way of proving your worth was through close combat. The way she saw it, befriending Lukas meant having priority if she ever had wounds that needed to be tended to and somebody watching her back from afar in battle.<br><br>Of course, it didn't hurt that the man made for good company, since Xifeng wasn't as skilled of an actress as Goose or Mira, nor was she trying to be. Sauntering over to the handsome physician, she casually took a seat almost directly in front of Lukas, <em>on</em> his table rather than <em>at</em> it. "Here, try this." She offered him her half full wineskin along with her sweetest smile, having overheard the little exchange that he'd had with one of the serving wenches. Of course, she intentionally omitted to mention that it was filled with spiced firewine that could bring even most grown men to tears if they weren't accustomed to extreme spiciness. Xi was betting that his reaction would be totally worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RevAtArms</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 03:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Bhalar Ahran (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216140#msg8216140)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Hyrkanian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Horse Archer<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Elokhat<br><br><hr>The Hyrkanian shook his head, spending a sparse moment glaring at the coin, if not the snake-worshipper who had interrupted its arc.&nbsp; Then he swats it with the palm of his hand, sending it pinging into the sky, where it is caught, put back into perpetual rotation between his fingers.&nbsp; He liked to keep his fingers nimble.&nbsp; While it was unlikely that they would ever fail at the primary task -- holding the arrow to the string, steady, to the moment of release -- he had had to diversify his skills.&nbsp; <br><br>"You might keep your serpentine analogies to yourself."&nbsp; The phrase was delivered smoothly, coldly, though there was no lack of venom in the horse-lord's voice, and while the decadent snake-worshipper across from him might be slightly less prey than the others...it was only slight.&nbsp; Ahran smiled his wolfish smile, inhaled deeply of his herb then dropped his jaw and let all the smoke roll out at once.&nbsp; "Though, your point is made.&nbsp; We can afford this night, though.&nbsp; Let the hill-man enjoy himself.&nbsp; Let them all enjoy themselves.&nbsp; They spend their coin, not mine."&nbsp; The drug has its effect upon his speech -- he tends to short, clipped phrases under its influence.&nbsp; There seems to be no real effect upon his cognitive capability, though.&nbsp; <br><br>Falling to silence, he let his gaze wash over the rest of the tavern.&nbsp; Drunks, lowlifes...not worth one of his carefully horded arrows to bring them down.&nbsp; Which reminded him, he was short of feathers for fletching...and that would likely prove a problem.&nbsp; He spent a few moments in study of Lukas...then a few more studying the Khitani woman who set herself upon his table.&nbsp; The tension from that one was palpable -- fear and unease everytime she set eyes upon him.&nbsp; That was a liability, had <em>been</em> a liability.&nbsp; Ah, his motley crew of 'companions.'&nbsp; Nevermind that he'd probably trade any two of them for a decent horse.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually, he shook his head once more. "Picts?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; I know little of...the majority of peoples here in the west.&nbsp; Less of their gods.&nbsp; Even less of their lost gods.&nbsp; Enough to distrust them.&nbsp; Anyone who places their faith and hope in magic men..."&nbsp; He lets the sentence trail off into nothingness, occupies himself with the last of herb, eventually casting the remnant ash into the air, watching it fall to the table -- slow-burning sparks and bits of gray.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 03:45:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/7d6c4764-7826-45da-8145-1bf9d319d2d4_zps81039213.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mongoose 'Goose' (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8202035#msg8202035)<br><strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Zingarian<br><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue/scout at times a whore<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Leaky Wench<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Group<br></span><br><hr><br>Goose rolled her eyes at Cormac's snide comment. She knew the others well and each had their own way of coping. She had not scared them off...at least she hoped not. After all the they had taken a classic placement set up...each could keep an eye on another with Bhalar and now Elokat in the corner they could watch the room.<br><br>She slipped her fingers into the lining of her belt, 9 silvers...a dozen coppers in her pouch, not much at all. The rooms were covered for a few more nights and included a meal a day but that did not leave much and the way Cormac was drinking and promising coin they would be out by morning. She again took a sip on the mug, almost empty now but she had stopped a girl from bringing her another. Her blue eyes shifted. There, two men leaving and they had paid with new silver coins. Goose made a quick decision, as she sat down the mug she was leaning up to Cormac's ear. <br><br>Her breath was hot and soft as she looked sideways with her eyes, "I'm gonna look about adding to our coins and do a bit of scouting. Watch the three by the stairs, robed and hooded but I think they are all Nemedians and they have chain and long swords under the robes. They are watching everyone. And barely drinking or eating yet paying the girls. Keep Eyes to your back!"<br><br>She waited and then slid off her chair staying within the crowd she stopped by Bhalar and Elokat. sliding into a chair. "Something is off ...I am not sure exactly what. Three by the stairs, robed and hooded, wearing chain and carring long swords and not drinking or eating much. I am going to scout a bit and see about some more coins."<br><br>She stood not really aware of how she looked in the form fitted grey armor that left her middrift exposed and the bronze navel ring. Mongoose sorta understood she was very pretty some even had said she was beautiful but they normally had 5 mugs of ale in them. She did not do much to aid to her looks, she was muscled, a trim toned body that instead of being soft was hard and calloused.<br><br>Moving with a grace and sensuality she was not even aware she had, Goose wove her way through the crowd checking corners and places before sliding toward the door. One thing she had been taught. DO NOT pilfer in your house, if you had to run odds were you would leave something behind you needed. She wasn't as good a pickpocket as many but as a burglar....tales were still told about her expoits in the city from when she was just a child.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 05:14:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8197935#msg8197935)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Goose<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Aye, I will be certain to do that.&nbsp; Happy hunting,"</strong> said Cormac.&nbsp; He inhaled deeply, pulling Goose's scent into his nose.&nbsp; <strong>"I will... keep eyes to your back."</strong><br><br>The barbarian then watched the rogue slip through the crowd, her body twisting and bending.&nbsp; Bare abdominal muscles flexed and stretched under her thin skin.&nbsp; He was glad she was on his side.<br><br>Cormac looked back at the trio by the stairs.&nbsp; They could have been suspicious.&nbsp; He considered going over to them and having a chat.&nbsp; But the dancer with crimson locks returned.&nbsp; She sat next to Cormac.<br><br><em>"The docks look lightly guarded.&nbsp; It may be possible for you to rob or steal a ship.&nbsp; Also, the Aquilonians are hiring mercenaries to fight the Nemedians on the border."</em><br><br><strong>"Aquilonia.&nbsp; King Conan."</strong>&nbsp; Cormac was a Cimmerian, and heard the legends of Conan growing up, aspiring to follow his footsteps away from home and into history forever.&nbsp; Cormac flipped a coin at the dancer, who caught it, then settled in next to him.&nbsp; <br><br>The mead arrived and he tossed his payment to the serving girl.&nbsp; He was running low on funds.&nbsp; Soon he would broke.&nbsp; And then he would have to start breaking into towers of wealthy families.&nbsp; But that would be after this bottle of mead.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 06:16:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/PZO9009-Monk.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Elokhat (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8203009#msg8203009)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Stygian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Noble Duelist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Leaky Wench (Because "Inside the Leaky Wench" just suddenly struck me as... wrong.)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Bhalar Ahran, Goose<br><br><hr><br>The horseman seemed to enjoy his subtle threats. Elokhat couldn't fault him; it was a common language between the two of them. Perhaps one day they would cross swords in earnest. Until then, a rivalry at least kept the wits sharp. "I might do that indeed, friend, if they trouble you so." He sipped his beer, suppressing the natural grimace as the thick yeasty sediment clung to his teeth.<br><br>"Anyone who places their faith and hope in magic men... is either a fool, or wise beyond your understanding. It is the mark of a civilized people to guard well their ancient mysteries. The vaults of Stygia contain great knowledge and power. To dismiss it as 'magic' shows a certain short-sightedness. These Picts might have been well served to follow their gods more closely -- no doubt a lapse in their devotion is what cast their nation down into savagery."<br><br>Their conversation was interrupted by Goose's visit. Elokhat gave her warning due heed, scanning the crowd for the three men she had mentioned. Perhaps affiliates of their opponents in the last battle, come to clean up the scraps from the now defunct company. If so, they would quickly find that the strongest had survived. His attention was divided though, watching Mongoose make her way through the crowd. She moved like a Stygian whore, and he wondered if Cormac was intent on assuming <em>all</em> of the late Captain's duties. It was no secret that she had shared their leader's bed. Perhaps with his death she might prove a bit more egalitarian in her engagements.<br><br>He turned back to Ahran, making no secret of his appraisal of their companion. "So has the smoke dulled your senses too badly to help confront those three that Mongoose spotted? I don't fault them for not drinking in this place, but I also don't like the thought of being watched."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 08:04:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.geekshow.us/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/seanbean_boromir.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lukas Tarn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8205090#msg8205090)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Aquilonian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Battlefield Medic<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Leaky Wench <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Xifeng<br><hr><br>Lukas's eyes darted about, noticing Goose and Cormac talking together - and then almost suddenly, Xifeng appeared before him, sitting on the table in front of him, her arm extended to offer him her wineskin.<br><br>"Here, try this," she said, a sweet smile on her lips.<br><br>Xifeng was one of the crew that Lukas got along with better than most. She was something of a healer, herself, so she respected his own work and efforts in that field. She didn't take him for granted, which was nice of course, and often had they discussed various medical topics together, from anatomy to disease, to herbs and other methods of healing. In some respects, she was a colleague of sorts, someone who understood at least some of what he shared, but that was often where the similarities ended, for she was also a skilled warrior and martial-artist. Lukas himself was skilled with a short-blade, able to do well for himself most of the time, and he was even better with a long bow in his hands. But Xifeng, like many of the others, embodied a warrior-spirit that Lukas himself was still having trouble fully embracing.<br><br>Oh, and Xifeng also happened to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever met.<br><br>Lukas was not intimidated by this, but her exotic appearance and mannerisms often haunted him. To say that he might have a crush on her would be an understatement, but he had spent many of his younger years amongst nobility, scholars and the sort, and as such he was fairly good at concealing his emotions. When she boldly took a seat on the table in front of him, he tilted his head to regard her, a half-smile on his lips. And, as any man -young, middle-aged, or old - might do for a pretty lady, he sought to impress her.<br><br>Lukas accepted the wineskin from her with a nod of thanks, and boldly put it to his lips. He tilted his head back, taking several deep swallows of the stuff before handing it back to her.<br><br>At first, he noted the odd flavor of the drink, and for a moment, he was pleased that it tasted much better than the swill in his mug that he had purchased from the tavern. But then the burning set in - slow at first, rising, rising, rising like a spark kindling to a flame, and then a flame roaring to life as something more. He turned his gaze up towards her, his eyes already beginning to water, but he fought the urge to gag and down he rest of his ale in an effort to quench the growing heat in his stomach and throat. <br><br>"That's... good stuff," he wheezed, licking his lips, feeling as if his next breath might exhale actual flames. His faced turned a shade of red, but still he acted calm, cool, and collected. He had no intention of looking the weakling in front of her....<br><br>Until it simply became too much to endure. Gasping for breath, finally, he grabbed his mug and thrust it to his lips, tilting it back, the drink sloshing against either side of his face and down his chin. But he managed to get a fair amount of the cooler liquid into his mouth, though it did little to help.<br><br>"Xifeng, you wicked girl!" he gasped, laughing, giving her a wickedly wry look. "Have you performed this trick on the others?" he asked, "Or am I the sole target of your torment this evening?" He downed several more gulps of his ale, grateful to have it handy, even if it was not the best quality drink he had ever tasted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 09:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb266/Mel_Reyna/92de87e8-ae78-4a46-b0a2-d2ca2413108a_zpsabd5663c.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Xifeng (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8215263#msg8215263)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Khitani<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Martial Artist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Lukas, Cormac<br><br><hr> <br><br>Knowing Lukas to be one of the more restrained company members, if not <em>the</em> most restrained, Xi hadn't been expecting him to take much more than a small taste of the wine at first, which would have given his tongue a good kick, but nothing too extreme. Imagine her surprise when she saw him drink so greedily! Her eyes went wide, and she had half a mind to warn him, but the demon on her shoulder eventually won out and she decided to keep silent, not that it would have made much of a difference by that point anyways.<br><br>The Kithani trickster managed to restrain her outburst of laughter up to the point when Lukas complimented the wine and tried to play it off like it was nothing when she could clearly see the alarm in his eyes and his face taking on a bright shade of red. Xi's laughter was high and sharp, a cute, girlish chirp that you wouldn't normally associate with a sellsword, but that was the only one that she'd been born with, as unintimidating as it sounded.<br><br>Other than being amused, Xifeng had to admit that Lukas had also impressed her quite a bit with his tolerance, especially since she was reasonably confident that extreme spices were not something that he had much experience with, if any at all. She'd seen men twice Lucas' size drink half as much firewine as he had in one go end up rolling on the ground in hysteria. And most of all, of course, she appreciated how gracefully he could take a joke even when it was at his own expense (and that of his poor tongue!). She wouldn't have felt safe attempting to play such a prank on somebody like Elokhat, for instance. That one would probably have flayed her alive and poured vinegar on her in retaliation. Or at least that was the impression that Xi got, she didn't really know the Stygian personally.<br><br>"Wicked?" she repeated after Lukas in mock confusion. "Trick!?" She raised a hand up to her chest just below her throat and put on the least convincing attempt at seeming insulted ever while struggling not to giggle. "Is that the thanks I get for sharing my wine with you, paid for with my hard earned coin? It's not my fault that you decided to drink like a camel! Shame on you, sir," Xi teased. She snatched the wineskin back from Lukas and took just a single small gulp from it while her foot lightly brushed against the side of his thigh, which may or may not have been intentional. <br><br>"But no matter. Xifeng, in her infinite charity, will pay for your next drink as a sign of good faith even though you vex her deeply." Xi energetically motioned for the nearest serving wench to come over and take her companion's order. "So, why do I always catch you sitting all alone? Surely you could bed a different girl every night with that silver tongue of yours. And you wouldn't even have to pay for them like Cormac does!" Xi exclaimed loudly enough for the barbarian to overhear from the nearby table where he was seated. It was said completely in jest, of course. Xi had nothing against the man, and in fact was quite fond of him as well.<br><br>Interestingly, Lukas and Cormac were practically the antithesis of one another, but she appreciated them both all the same. "Won't you come drink with us now that you've scared Goose away?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RevAtArms</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 18:36:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Bhalar Ahran (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216140#msg8216140)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Hyrkanian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Horse Archer<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Elokhat<br><br><hr><br>"Mmm.&nbsp; Perhaps.&nbsp; No 'god' has ever done a thing at all, at all for me or mine.&nbsp; We have a word for things that bring only suffering unless appeased, as well.&nbsp; That word is 'enemy.'&nbsp; We appease them with steel."&nbsp; He dismisses the topic soon enough, once Elokhat brings attention to the group of three men.&nbsp; He does not turn his head, does not move <em>at all</em>, indeed finds all the open oggling of the trio rather sad, coming from his supposedly veteran band.&nbsp; <br><br>"My senses were sufficiently adequate to notice the arrival of the individuals you speak of, and keep myself aware of their activities without making it obvious to them.&nbsp; Apparently, also, to you.&nbsp; One does not need the eyes to see.&nbsp; If you wish to go say hello, I will join you, certainly."&nbsp; His hand fell to the pommel of his sabre, stroking over the simple steel cap, purely functional as a counterweight and to prevent slippage of the hand from the leather-wrapped grip.&nbsp; Perhaps not the best weapon for a close-in encounter in a crowded place, but it was the weapon that he knew best.&nbsp; Sized perfectly to his hand, after some modification, and balanced excellently.&nbsp; Of course, with his bow he could dispatch the three from where he sat before they could rise from their seats...but he did not have his bow.&nbsp; After a time, he smiled.<br><br>"I will let you lead, of course."&nbsp; The Stygian's skill with a blade was perhaps the one thing about him that met with Bhalur Ahran's unadulterated approval.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 06:17:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr><br>The flame haired dancer skillfully weaved her way through the drunken throngs crowding the Leaky Wench that night.&nbsp; Tonight they called her Katurah.&nbsp; Last fortnight, she had been known as Seline.&nbsp; Before that, Isma.&nbsp; And on the morrow, she would be gone.&nbsp; That was Mira's preference, to be nameless and anonymous.&nbsp; All the better to listen and observe, to steal and to kill, all the while leaving the poor sots smiling and none the wiser.&nbsp; That was how she had served the Captain.&nbsp; She had spied for him.&nbsp; Stolen for him.&nbsp; Fucked for him.&nbsp; Murdered for him&nbsp; And then the old bastard had gotten himself killed.&nbsp; She was sorely tempted to just walk away but she had sworn him an oath, one that she meant to keep. She would continue to serve his successor, whoever that might be, stupid as that might be.&nbsp; Would it be one of the outlander barbarians?&nbsp; Or the exiled nobleman?&nbsp; Or more intriguingly, perhaps the girl?&nbsp; Goose had always been his favorite...<br><br>She crossed the room with an easy, sensual grace to which she added an exagerated and provacative sway of the hips that certainly garnered attention.&nbsp; Sometimes, the best way to avoid suspicion and scrutiny was to be the the most obvious thing in the room.&nbsp; Deftly avoiding groping hands, she settled next to the Cormac.<br><strong><br>"The docks look lightly guarded.&nbsp; It may be possible for you to rob or steal a ship.&nbsp; Also, the Aquilonians are hiring mercenaries to fight the Nemedians on the border."</strong><br><br>She caught his coin and pocketed it.&nbsp; She hoped the Cimmerian would be next Captain, he certainly payed well...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 19:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/PZO9009-Monk.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Elokhat (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8203009#msg8203009)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Stygian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Noble Duelist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Bhalar Ahran, three random dudes<br><br><hr><br>Elokhat moved through the crowd, touching no one. Those who saw his expression quickly moved out of the way; the rest were easily avoided by the nimble warrior. There were times when the reputation of his demon-besotted homeland could be considered an asset. <br><br>The three warriors rose to their feet at his approach, two of them dropping hands to the pommels of their swords. Elokhat's own weapon was slung across his back. The heavy curved blade would be troublesome in these close quarters, even for him, but a razor sharp knife tucked into his belt should work nicely if the occasion for bloodshed arose. That was not his primary goal today, though if it should come to that he knew he could count on the blade of the man now at his back. Without looking he trusted that Ahran had moved into position to strike.<br><br>The men were Nemedian by the look of them, or possibly Brythunian. Big, brawny and blond, with identical cow-like expressions. Elokhat's knowledge of the interior races was sketchy; after a while all of the big pale people looked the same. But he recalled that there were problems between Nemedia and Acquilonia. Perhaps both sides were seeking to recruit muscle from neutral towns like this, though if so they were far afield. Or perhaps Kordova had enemies still, even after their company's recent rout. In any case Elokhat did not enjoy being the subject of observation.<br><br>"Greetings, my friends," he nearly hissed. His dark eyes flicked from man to man, until the steel in one man's gaze revealed him to be their leader. "I think that perhaps you have come to the wrong tavern this evening. There is nothing for you here. I and my friends invite you to go in peace. Immediately." The last word nearly dripped poison from his tongue. He had long years of experience in addressing slaves, and his tone made it clear he gave these men no more credit than that. Indeed some part of him hoped the Nemedians would respond with violence. A victory at arms, no matter how small, would do much to offset the bitter cloud of defeat that had hung about the heads of Kordova's shattered band these last few days. They were a shattered weapon in need of reforging.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Didact</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 21:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/Daud.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Daud (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8224933#msg8224933)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Shemite<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Merchant, Pickpocket<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> In a corner of the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Cormac, Mira, Bhalar, Lukas<br><hr><br>"So what did you do next?"<br><br>The question shook Daud out of his thoughts. The Shemite merchant offered the black-haired girl in his lap a weak smile. "It's easy to outrun a drunk man. The only things Hyrkanians love more than horses is wine, and this Hyrkanian was <em>very</em> drunk. And surprisingly horseless."<br><br>"You're drunk too," the whore noted slyly, slipping a hand inside Daud's robes.<br><br>"Maybe," Daud conceded. "But among Shemites, I'm a bit of an exception." He let the girl play with him for a moment, simply savoring the feel of her fingertips dancing across his flesh, raising goosebumps. Some of her slender fingers touched silvery scars, still reddened from his long imprisonment, which elicited small hisses of pain. Then, he reached up and cupped the girl's cheek, another hand reaching underneath to grab her. She gasped, perhaps out of surprise, then snatched her fingers back. Daud smiled and twisted his hips, sending the half-naked whore tumbling to the ground with a thump and a faint jingle of coins. Daud heard a roar of laughter from the table nearby, saw the girl's pale face color red with embarrassment, and allowed himself a laugh of his own. "Maybe you should watch your own drink, little girl. Go find someone else to tell you stories. I'm done with you for the night." He gave her a light kick - more of a threatening foot gesture than anything else - and watched her crawl away, a hateful look in her eyes. <br><br>Daud sighed, then sat back and began counting the silver pieces in his new coinpurse. He didn't miss the old one - it was mostly full of coppers, and there seemed to be a hole in it that drinking alone couldn't justify - but he wondered idly how long it would take before Shamhat realized they'd swapped bags. <em>The price of being a rotten pickpocket.</em><br><br>He glanced over at the next few tables, which seemed to seat a Cimmerian warrior, an Aquilonian, a Hyrkanian and a Kithari woman, with the entrancing dancer he'd been watching all night swaying nearby. Still counting the coins in the purse, Daud watched the Hyrkanian speak in tense, clipped terms to a Stygian, who then stalked over to a group of three newcomers. <br><br><em>Maybe trouble.</em><br><br>Nine... ten. Ten silver coins, thirty coppers - a good yield. Daud hid the purse inside his waistband, next to the long Shemite dagger he kept at the small of his back. If there was going to be trouble, he'd need both, and a quick escape. Or protection. His gaze passed back to the massive Cimmerian, the Hyrkanian horseman and the Aquilonian combat surgeon. He realized that he recognized them - part of the same mercenary band he'd supplied during the battle.<br><br><em>Maybe an opportunity.</em><br><br>Daud stood, perhaps a little shakily, and wove his way through the crowded alehouse to the two tables. He sat on the other side of the bench by the Cimmerian and the Brythunian and gave his widest, most genial smile. "Gentlefolk. You seem like honest, reputable businessmen. I have a business proposal, if you will hear it." He pulled his green eyes away from Mira to look Cormac dead in the eyes. "It involves danger. Excitement. Silver. Maybe even gold. Are you interested?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 01:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Mira (as Katurah), Xifeng, Lukas, Daud, Elokhat, Bhalar (getting the band together except for Goose who is outside)<br><br><hr><br>The dancer with serpentine moves and hair of vermillion sat next to the barbarian and whispered words that hinted at opportunity for work.&nbsp; With one mutually beneficial transaction concluded, she was either attempting to set up up another opportunity for business... or a different one for pleasure.<br><br><em>"...And you wouldn't even have to pay for them like Cormac does!"</em><br><br>Cormac was about to take a sip from the bottle of mead he bought, but held it inches from his mouth when he heard his name.&nbsp; A smile crossed his lips as he peered out of the corner of his eye to the lovely Xifeng.&nbsp; He gulped down a swig of and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>He called to the Khitai priestess, <strong>"Perhaps if you lowered your fee, I could afford you, Xi.&nbsp; Although I am sure you would be worth <em>every</em> copper."</strong><br><br>Cormac was fond of Xifeng.&nbsp; She was a comely beauty with martial skill to match her appearance, which would be distracting to even the most hardened of veterans and create openings for her hook swords and kamas.&nbsp; Off the battlefield, she kept the morale of her comrades up - she often knew just the right words to say to lift a man's spirit.<br><br>His admiration for Lukas was also great.&nbsp; The man was a sculptor with a scalpel and an artist with the needle.&nbsp; With all of the wounds Lukas dressed, Cormac swore to himself to keep death away from the man who could bring the gravely injured back to life and return the seriously ill to full health.&nbsp; It also gave Lukas room to work his longbow.<br><br>Still at his own table with the dancer, Cormac turned to her.<br><br><strong>"What of you, Katurah?&nbsp; Are your talents limited to dancing vertically alone on tables?&nbsp; Or are you equally adept at moving your body with a partner on a softer, more horizontal stage?</strong><br><br>Xifeng said, <em>"Won't you come drink with us now that you've scared Goose away?"</em><br><br><strong>"Bah!&nbsp; Don't blame me for Mother Goose getting her feathers in a ruffle.&nbsp; Always looking for coins to take and blades to avoid.&nbsp; If only she could relax a bit more like you, Xi."</strong><br><br>Cormac accepted the invitation, standing up.&nbsp; He considered taking his leave of the dancer, but instead decided to bring her along.&nbsp; <strong>"Usually, I'll not keep you from earning your wages, Katurah.&nbsp; Here, now, is an exception."</strong><br><br>The barbarian placed a large, meaty hand on Katurah's shoulder, then slid it up the side of her neck so that his thumb grazed her cheek and the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; Cormac was a a giant compared to her, and bigger than the rest of the company's soldiers.&nbsp; He was making it obvious that he wanted her, and made it clear that he thought he could manhandle her no matter how hard she resisted him.<br><br>Cormac sat with Xi and Lukas, and placed Katurah on his lap.&nbsp; He pointed the bottle of mead at Xi, baiting her to reach for it, but then redirected his hand toward Lukas so he could take a drink instead.<br><br>At that moment, a whore who was showing more skin than she was covering rolled off the lap of man in the corner.&nbsp; Cormac looked over amused.&nbsp; The man used his foot to drive the point home that he was no longer interested in her, even glaring at her until she moved away like a pup that had just been slapped in the maw.<br><br>The man stood and joined Cormac, Katurah, Lukas and Xifeng.<br><br><em>"Gentlefolk. You seem like honest, reputable businessmen. I have a business proposal, if you will hear it."</em><br><br>Cormac's eyes narrowed as he twisted his hips to get Katurah off his lap.&nbsp; Unlike the merchant, Cormac let his female company slide gracefully into the seat next to them.&nbsp; He kept a hand on her inner thigh possessively.<br><br><strong>"Spare us the flattery and embellishment, <em>Daud</em>,"</strong> said Cormac, practically spitting the name out while returning the Shemite's look with a glare of his own.&nbsp; Cormac took the bottle of mead back and had another swig as if to wash the taste out of his mouth.&nbsp; <strong>"I know of you and your dealings with the captain of our mercenary company, so get on with it - peddle your wares, or make your job offer, but do <em>not</em> treat us like marks.&nbsp; Speak... plainly...&nbsp; And keep your hands where we can see them."</strong><br><br>The Cimmerian noticed two of his comrades were about to confront the trio that Goose pointed out earlier.<br><br><strong>"Hold that thought, Daud.&nbsp; I may bring more ears to hear your pitch."</strong><br><br>Cormac stood up, letting his hand go further up Katurah's thigh before walking over to the Hyrkanian horseman and Stygian duelist.&nbsp; He put a big hand on a shoulder of each man.<br><br>The three Nemedians released the grips from the handles of their weapons when Cormac's shadow eclipsed them.&nbsp; Now that they went from outnumbering their potential opponents to be being evenly matched in terms of numbers but at a disadvantage in terms of size, the trio of Nemedians grunted and left without saying a word.<br><br><strong>"Don't mind me, comrades,"</strong> he said to Bhalar and Elokhat.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sure they were on their way out anyway.&nbsp; If we are lucky, they will return... <em>with friends</em>.&nbsp; Then the fun can begin.&nbsp; But we have need for employment, and one of the captain's connections will have a word for us.&nbsp; Do come join us, if you wish."</strong><br><br>Cormac returned to the table.<br><br><strong>"Have at it, Daud."</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RevAtArms</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 01:36:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg]http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg[/url])</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Bhalar Ahran (http://httphttp://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216140#msg8216140)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Hyrkanian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Horse Archer<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Elokhat, then Cormac et al.<br><br><hr><br>The Hyrkanian shadowed Elokhat quietly, content to let the Stygian manage the interaction with the trio of Nemedians…mostly because Elokhat and ‘diplomacy’ had never been in the same <em>century</em> together, much less the same moment…and Bhalar was passively seeking a fight, even if he would never admit it.&nbsp; He’d been sent out scouting, when the company met its destruction as a military unit...because, of course, <em>the captain</em> had, as ever, refused to listen to his original scouting reports.&nbsp; Disaster could have been avoided, if only a fighting retreat had been undertaken…then a charge at a moment of weakness, but of course these barbarians were as swift as a pregnant sow, as mobile as a glacier.&nbsp; He’d had his horse shot out from beneath him, which might have well saved his life.&nbsp; <br><br>After the departure of the Nemedians, Ahran shook his head once in disappointment, then nodded to Cormac and moved to join the others at their table.&nbsp; Arms crossed over his chest, and the Hyrkanian remained perfectly silent…because in the mood he was in, he might let slip that he did not engage in the hero worship for the late, unlamented leader of the mercenary company…and these fools were so in love with their delusions that they’d probably be offended…which he wouldn’t enjoy.&nbsp; In truth, he liked the lot of them.&nbsp; They were very nearly as good as a horse.<br><br>Well, a particularly sickly horse.&nbsp; The intelligence was about of the same level…though, if he were having an unusually honest moment the Hyrkanian would admit that his comrades were at least as intelligent as his kinfolk had been, perhaps moreso, as his kinfolk were very <em>dead</em>.&nbsp; It certainly wasn’t their fault that Bhalar was a veritable enlightened scholar, for a Hyrkanian.&nbsp; On a whim, he gave Cormac a thump on the shoulder.&nbsp; In fairness to the Cimmerian, that one might be useable <em>as</em> a horse.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 04:11:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><br><hr>Mira squealed and giggled girlishly as Cormac casually pawed and manhandled her.&nbsp; She had grown quite adept at judging men and their desires so she played the role she thought the Cimmerian would like best,a brazen doxy.<br><br>"Oh Cormac," she cooed while she moved suggestively on his lap.&nbsp; "I have many talents.&nbsp; But i doubt you could afford me.&nbsp; For though your passion is quite <em>impressive and hard</em>, your purse is woefully light.&nbsp; Perhaps your Shemite friend could help?&nbsp; I hear the men of Shem have a way with coin."<br><br>Mira flashed a lovely smile as he slid her off his lap and she watched him gather the rest of the company.&nbsp; Idly, she wondered how he would be in bed.&nbsp; Strong and passionate, certainly.&nbsp; But would he have stamina?&nbsp; Finesse?&nbsp; Perhaps she would be finding out soon...<br><br>She glanced across the table at the Shemite merchant, smiling coyly while the two waited, leaning forward slightly so as to better display her ample charms. He was a canny one.&nbsp; And those fingers...&nbsp; Long, slender, dexterous... She wondered what a man could do with fingers such as those...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 05:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Imhotep34.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Elokhat (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8203009#msg8203009)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Stygian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Noble Duelist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; The whole gang, minus Goose<br><br><hr><br>Elokhat grumbled internally at Cormac's intervention into what had the potential to be a bracing conflict. There was wisdom, though, in the big man's actions, especially if he had actually found them an employer. Perhaps the Nemedians would show their faces again later, he consoled himself. At the very least, there should be no trouble from any of the other patrons of the bar who had witnessed the standoff. <br><br>He took one of the few remaining seats at the central table with a respectful nod to Xifeng. The red-haired woman, on the other hand, was unknown to him. Cormac seemed to be treating her with slightly more respect than he usually granted whores, and her presence as they plotted together indicated that she either had enough regard to be included or little enough that&nbsp; her overhearing was of no consequence. Erring on the side of caution, Elokhat graced her with an equal slight bow.<br><br>Attention then turned to the Shemite. If this was to be their employer, then there might indeed be issues. The Stygians had long preyed on the men and women of Shem, drawing slaves from that land almost as heavily as they did from Kush. Elokhat had led some of those raids, years ago, and had been conditioned to think of most of the people of those lands as being only a resource to be exploited. His views had softened somewhat since his exile, and he had met extraordinary members of both races, but old habits often resurfaced when least wanted. More importantly, Elokhat took no pains to disguise his own origin; it was quite possible that this man would bear a grudge against his race. The warrior hoped that his background would not kill any deal to be made. The company sorely needed both the coin and the sense of purpose. <em>Best behavior, then,</em> he resolved, which might simply mean keeping his mouth as tightly sealed as the ancient crypts of Stygia.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 05:50:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/7d6c4764-7826-45da-8145-1bf9d319d2d4_zps81039213.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mongoose 'Goose' (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8202035#msg8202035)<br><strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Zingarian<br><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue/scout at times a whore<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Leaky Wench<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Group<br></span><br><hr><br>Goose had been almost out the door when from the corner of her eye she saw Elokhat stand and head toward the trio. Within seconds the Hyrkanian Bhalar had risen to follow. She rolled her eyes, <em>'why in the world would they be such idiots, she had meant for them to be on guard not to go and confront. Did all males think with their balls and not their heads'</em>. She spun from the door and wove her way toward the stairs where Elokhat had already brought the robed Nemedians to their feet. Cormac choose the time to stand and join the other two and her hands dropped to her throwing knives. This could be very bad and they had rooms here. Then surprisingly she heard some of the words spoken and the Nemedians chose to leave.<br><br>She slid around various tavern people, once getting her tight ass pinched working her way toward the group. It seemed they had forgotten basic caution and instead of keeping themselves a bit separated and able to watch and support they gathered like old women. Her blue eyes widen as she see Daud join them. She knew the merchant, he had supplied the Captian for the past season and had seemed forthright&nbsp; in his dealings.<br><br>She sighed and realized there was nothing she could really do so she worked her way to the table and leaned against a beam that held the roof up. Staying mostly in shadows and watching as much of the tavern as she could.<br><br><em>"It involves danger. Excitement. Silver. Maybe even gold. Are you interested?" </em> <br><br>Of course any job would involve those very things, so from behind Daud in a low voice sexy voice, "As Cormac said lets hear the deal, Daud!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 06:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Even in debauched Shadizar the Wicked, the dark sorceries and depravities of Stygia were infamous.&nbsp; &nbsp;The snake worshipers were to be dealt with carefully, if at all.&nbsp; Still, the Captain had trusted the Stygian.&nbsp; But more importantly, there was gold involved and Mira always listened when there was coin to be made.&nbsp; With that in mind, Mira swallowed any lingering misgivings and gave the Stygian a smile, careful to keep her expression pleasant and vacuous even while her eyes remained sharp and alert.<br><br>She was about to speak, something idle and unimportant to fill the silence at the table when Goose emerged from the shadows.&nbsp; <em>By Isthar's teats, how does that woman move like that?</em> she wondered to herself, not for the first time.&nbsp; <em>Maybe she can teach me to do that.&nbsp; I'm certain there is a trick or two I could teach her in return,</em> she mused while her gaze idly wandered over the rogue's taut, toned form.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Didact</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 07:32:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/Daud.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Daud (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8224933#msg8224933)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Shemite<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Merchant, Pickpocket<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> In a corner of the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>Daud never flinched from Cormac's gaze. He'd dealt with Cimmerians enough back in his days as an international silk peddler; in Argos he'd once made the mistake of losing eye contact with a Cimmerian warlord, and lost a profitable deal as a result. He'd nearly lost his teeth as well. <em>These barbarians are like the great apes of Kush - to drop one's gaze is a sign of weakness; the sign of one who is not an equal.</em><br><br><em>Prey.</em><br><br><em>Or was it tigers who felt that way?</em><br><br>When Cormac turned to beckon the others over to the table, Daud glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Mira - or Katurah, or whatever she was calling herself - stretching, putting her breasts and voluptuous body on display for him. His eyes danced over her swaying hips, full breasts and curving lips, carefully - but not coldly - weighing and measuring her. Finally, his gaze rested on her eyes - green, like his - and his lips quirked in a smile.<br><br><em>Cute.</em> <br><br>Daud felt, but did not see, Goose move into the shadows, for the first time since he'd made his way to the table, so he wasn't <em>too</em> surprised when she spoke. Being unable to see her, however, and the way she spoke, like she was eyeing a thick cut of meat, sent shivers down his spine. <em>By Bel, I wonder how she does that. I'd give my left hand to move the way she does.</em><br><br>As Cormac returned to him, Daud's eyes snapped back to the Cimmerian's. "You wound me, warrior." He spread his arms wide, showing his empty, long-fingered hands. "Not literally, thank Ishtar, but my heart breaks from your cruel words. I mean to show you an opportunity that will pay for our... <em>expenses</em>... for this year, or the next, or until your beard grows to your knees and you have a fat wife to nag you into an early grave." <br><br>He paused, long enough for it to qualify as a theatrical pause rather than a pregnant one, then continued. "As you are no doubt aware, my humble wares were either sold or lost during the battle. I have a purse full of silver, but the sea holds no enchantment for me, and the salt air plays with my lungs like a kitten with a ball of string. I have no intent to stay here in Zingara, or buy here. Salt and leather are not the money-makers they used to be. So I am left with a choice: leave, and find a new place to buy goods to trade... or find an existing store of profitable goods, reclaim them, and redouble my profits, and yours.<br><br>"My old master Waheel (may the gods judge him kindly) left a great store of silks hidden in the great Mount Colamira, in northern Aquilonia. Before he died, he gave me a map and instructions that will lead me to its precise location. I propose that we move up the Black River into the Pictish Wilderlands, then move southeast into Aquilonia. I would have you seven accompany me, as my protectors, companions and comrades in arms. At the culmination of our journey, once the store of goods has been retrieved and sold for a tidy profit - and as our friend Xifang knows, silk is worth its weight in gold - you each will be entitled to one tenth of any revenue thereby accrued, plus a modest stipend in silver for your time and energy." <br><br>Daud glanced around, offering the group the same sly smile he'd offered Mira. "Do I have your attention?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 09:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.geekshow.us/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/seanbean_boromir.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lukas Tarn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8205090#msg8205090)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Aquilonian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Battlefield Medic<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Leaky Wench <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><hr>Lukas enjoyed seeing Xi laugh - even at his own expense. In the years he had been with the company, there seemed to be so few real -opportunities- for laughter, and hers was rather melodic and pleasant to his ears. So if he had to endure a mouth and belly-full of liquid that tasted like he was drinking molten lava in order to elicit a single laugh from the woman, he was glad to do it, even if the rest of his body wasn't so pleased with the result.<br><br>She snatched her wineskin away from his hand, and he took that moment to take another gulp from his own ale to help soothe the burning sensation in his throat and stomach. As a physician, he estimated that he would live, and that the damage wasn't permanent, thank goodness. Lukas felt her foot brush his leg, though it could have been accidental. Ever hopeful, he was about to scoot closer to her when she asked him about sitting alone. <br><br>With a furrowed brow, he gave her a look as if she should already know the answer to that question. "Why, I sit alone so that I can more easily keep a closer eye on you," he said, and suddenly realizing that might be a bit -too- forward, he then added, "And the rest of our companions. As for finding a woman to keep my bed warm, well, I am secretly saving myself for the 'right woman', who I hope will cross my path before I grow old and wither! Some parts of a man don't wither as well as others!" he said with a nod and a chuckle, obviously exaggerating the truth while sipping another drink from his mug. "But Cormac...," he glanced over to see the big Barbarian enjoying himself with the beautiful dancer, "I doubt he pays for a single one. I wouldn't be surprised if they were paying -him-," he said with a smile, without a single hint of disrespect towards the Cimmerian.<br><br>Then Xi called out to the man they were both just speaking of, and Cormac had a witty reply as usual. Lukas enjoyed hearing the banter between all of his companions, from the boasts and threats to the descriptions of their homelands, their women (or men), their foods, their customs... Lukas had learned much from this motley assortment of individuals ranging from so many different nations - and he wouldn't have it any other way. They were the closest thing to a 'family' he had now, for the past eight years, almost a third of his life.<br><br>Cormac accepted Xi's invitation and rose to his feet, towering over the dancing-girl that was vying for his attention. It wasn't much of a contest, really, as Cormac continued to make eyes at the woman, his body language telling a story of its own. When Cormac approached the table, he brought the dancer with him, naturally, and the only disappointment about it was that Cormac did not have the woman over his shoulder. That move -always- seemed to drive them wild.<br><br>Cormac sat at their table, the dancer on his lap, and offered the bottle he possessed toward Xi. The woman began to reach for it, but Cormac suddenly directed it towards Lukas. Lukas chuckled and took it with a nod, not sure what the barbarian was drinking - but it couldn't have been worse than what Xi had just tried to give him! Besides, refusing a drink from the big guy might cause him some dismay, and Lukas was not eager to fly through the air like so many others in the past who had dared insult the barbarian in some way. Lukas quickly tossed back a healthy swallow or two from the bottle, then offered it back to Cormac - but then, at the last moment, he redirected the bottle towards Xi while giving Cormac a playful grimace.<br><br>Then, the merchant approached. Lukas followed Cormac's eyes and turned his head to see the newcomer - and it was Daud. Lukas did not know the man overly well, though the physician was familiar with the man's face at least. He had the opportunity to chat with him on occasion, and to Lukas, Daud seemed to be an educated man, so their conversations had been more academic in nature, usually, even if it was about religion or politics, and short in duration. The merchant was usually a busy man, running too and fro to provide the company with much-needed supplies, and Lukas himself usually had wounds of some sort to tend to, whether they were caused by blades in battle, or the knuckles of a person in a fist-fight between such battles.<br><br>Daud began to speak of a business proposition, but Cormac cut him short so that he could fetch two other companions, Bhalar and Elokhat. And even Goose appeared moments later, just in time to heard Daud speak of his offer. Lukas welcomed them all to the table with a friendly nod - if they bothered to look his way at all.<br><br>The offer, to Lukas's ears, sounded almost too good to be true. Then again, Daud had mentioned Pictish territory, and that alone might make the journey more fraught with peril than it was worth. No amount of silk in the entire world was worth anything if you were -dead-, and death was something even Lukas could not contend with despite his skills. The surgeon sat and listened closely, watching Daud for any sign of deception. Lukas's eyes glanced around the table when the man was done speaking, gauging the reactions of those gathered. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 11:17:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb266/Mel_Reyna/92de87e8-ae78-4a46-b0a2-d2ca2413108a_zpsabd5663c.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Xifeng (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216135#msg8216135)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Khitani<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Martial Artist<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Lukas, Cormac<br><br><hr> <br><br>Xi was quick to pick up on the little signal that Lukas had sent, whether intentionally or not, and she tossed back one of her own in the shape of a slightly arched eyebrow that might have been an indication of interest, or might have been nothing at all. She liked Lukas well enough, but she also liked playing games, so no man or even woman ever had it easy with her. Most simply didn't have the wits to keep up, which obviously was not a problem that Lukas suffered from, but it remained to be seen how determined he was. When he got to talking about Cormac, Xi smiled slyly and added, "It almost sounds like <em>you're</em> about to pay him!" before giving him a playful tap on the thigh with her foot. <br><br>She waited for the brawny barbarian to get settled in at their table along with his pretty friend before replying to his little taunt. He was surprisingly sharp and lacked the good physician's manners and reservations, but that didn't bother Xi at all. It lead to a lot of pointed banter between them which had actually ended up being the high point of some of her days. And as much as she enjoyed playing the tease only to remind him that she was out of reach, not even Xi was immune to the effect that Cormac seemed to have on most women. It was undeniable that she harbored some attraction towards him - considerably more than she'd allowed to shine through thus far.<br><br>He tricked Xi into reaching for his bottle of mead, but as he pulled it away at the last moment, she fluidly followed through with her movement, rolling herself onto her side as if that had been her intent all along. She ended up lying on the table with her legs in front of Lukas and her head - propped up by one of her arms - in front of Cormac and 'Katurah'. "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 other a pretty flower may suffice," Xi finally replied to his earlier comment, trying to sound solemn. Then she looked at him and rolled her eyes as if he were too dense to understand even though she knew that he wasn't. <br><br>"The temple is my cunt," she clarified, completely deadpan, her wrist giving some slack so that her head could tilt further to the side. Having Daud interrupt their exchange was rather disappointing. While Cormac went to gather the others, which unfortunately included Bhalar, Xi sat back up on the edge of the table and gave the Shemite an inquiring look. She'd of course dealt with him quite a few times in the past, possibly even being his best customer since she was often interested in spices or other goods from the far east. Their relationship was good, but she'd also learned through haggling with the man that he'd rob you blind if you were dumb enough to let him, so she was naturally wary when he approached the group with a business proposal. <br><br>"Hmmm," Xi pondered the offer out loud for a moment before countering. "I'm not your friend, dear Daud. Not for one tenth, anyways, but I might be for one eighth." She treated him to a knowing smile. "Besides, would you <em>really</em> want to have the lion's share? I fear that it would...considerably heighten your chances of suffering a tragic accident after we find this silk of yours..." Xifeng deliberately shot a brief glance towards Elokhat as her voice trailed off, remembering Daud's disdain for Stygians from some of their previous chats. And Elokhat carried a particularly unnerving aura, even for a Stygian, so she was optimistic that her little warning would get Daud to concede to a more equitable split of the profits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 15:46:15</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/j302988Xiyl_zps5b79150d.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Maeve<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Aquilonian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>&nbsp; Ship's Captain<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Table beside the group<br><br><hr><br>With ship in port and a cargo hold full of supplies and spices, Maeve was eager to set sail up river. One thing was preventing her from going though, she needed more then just a few sailors to make this voyage worth it. She had been commissioned by the Aquilonian's to run supplies up to their fortifications along the Black River but when she got to Kordava the Capital Army drafted all her mercenaries into that last battle. Of course they were all dead now and she was without sell-swords. It was a sticky predicament and she was vexed until the conversation at the next table over garnered her interest. A few of them looked quite capable and she heard something about silks. <em>Probably best to not mention that part,</em> she thought.<br><br>She wore soft brown leather boots that rested firmly on the top of a table as she leaned back with a mug in hand. The folds of white linen that made up her skirt barely covered her thighs as it fell to the side to expose most of her long tanned legs. A confident smile curled her lips as she spoke, <strong>"If up river is where your headed then I have a boat and a need for strong arms. Maeve is my name. The Black River can be a dark and foreboding place. I have a few ship's hands but we lack the numbers for protection. How about I give you passage and on your honor you keep my boat in one piece? You'll have to put in a little extra work for meals if needed of course." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 19:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><br><hr><br>"The temple is my cunt..."<br><br>Mira flashed a genuine smile at Xi's deadpan jest.&nbsp; <em>Clever,</em> the redhead thought as her eyes drifted to the exotic Khitani.&nbsp; <em>I think I would enjoy worshipping there,</em> she mused, her gaze lingering over the other woman's curves.&nbsp; <em>I'm going to have to borrow that line for my own use one day...</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She said nothing, satisfied to observe quietly as the others bantered, flirted, haggled and threatened one another.&nbsp; She feigned disinterest as they spoke business but she could not help but arch an elegent brow when the Daud mentioned the silks.&nbsp; Now Daud certainly had her attention.&nbsp; She would be happy with a one tenth share, especially since she intended to do as little work as possible.&nbsp; They mostly thought of her as a camp follower whom the Captain kept around as a bedwarmer and entertainment for the soldiers.&nbsp; That part was certainly true but a few of the others knew of her other talents and her true role.<br><br>Still, the talk of Picts made her nervous.&nbsp; She could not spend her coin if she were dead and she did not relish the thought of what would befall her and the other women should they fall into Pictish hands.&nbsp; Yet Kordova was growing tiresome and she longed to see the glorious spires of Tarantia one day.&nbsp; And this Maeve woman seemed a savvy Captain and certainly her sailors would be eager to have the redheaded beauty along for additional distraction and entertainment during the long voyage ahead.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 04:41:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He nodded in appreciation and approval.&nbsp; <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>&nbsp; He smiled at her, supporting her act.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Now sitting back at the table with Katurah at his side again, Cormac felt a thump on his shoulder.&nbsp; He looked up and behind him and saw Bhalar.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He knew who she was, who she really was, that her name was Mira.&nbsp; The captain kept her a secret but even he was not immune to spilling his guts after filling them with drink.&nbsp; Cormac also knew that the captain practically owned her.&nbsp; Now that the captain was gone, Mira would need direction.&nbsp; Cormac decided to take her for himself.&nbsp; She would be making some nice coin for both of them - he as pimp, she as whore.&nbsp; He would break her in tonight with a thorough fucking.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Cormac didn't see them come in.&nbsp; He just looked back in their direction and they were there.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Elokhat looked coiled, ready to strike, but still observant of his prey.&nbsp; He had the qualities of a snake, the good qualities.&nbsp; Daud, on the other hand, was like a snake also, but in a negative way.&nbsp; <br><br>He had to hand it to the Shemite merchant - he could handle Cormac's fierce gaze.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; It made him break his stare, and he looked up into space and smiled a bit.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A whore indeed.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She would cry and scream.&nbsp; It would be beautiful.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 05:38:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><br><hr>Mira was so used to being fondled and groped that the flame haired beauty had long since stopped letting such trifles bother her.&nbsp; Still, there was something so <em>possessive</em> about Cormac's touch that it set her teeth on edge.&nbsp; It reminded her of the auction block, how she had been paraded along with the other Brythunian girls like livestock for sale.&nbsp; <br><br>Men like to think they are in control, she knew from her experience in the brothels and pleasure houses of Shadizar.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>So I will give him what he wants,</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; <em>Let him think he is in control.</em><br><br>Her emerald eyes widened and she let out a quiet gasp as his finger brushed her nether lips, finding her warm, wet and welcoming.&nbsp; She smiled a secret smile that she shared with no one.&nbsp; <em>I will give this Cimmerian exactly what he wants and leave him begging for more.&nbsp; Then, he will be putty in my hands.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 00:52:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; River Barge<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Maeve, Mira, Daud<br><br><hr><br>Maeve, the ship captain spoke, but Conan heard her more than listened.&nbsp; He watched her lips change shape as words came out of them, and paid more attention to the melody of her voice than the ideas she was expressing.&nbsp; There was enough information getting through to the logical part of Cormac's mind that he thought the offers of Maeve and Daud were sound.&nbsp; Or maybe Cormac was more interested in what was hidden beneath her skirt at the apex of the long, tan legs.<br><br><strong>"I, for one, accept your offer, Maeve, and looked forward to seeing you on your barge in the morning.&nbsp; Now, if you'll excuse me, a celebration is in order."</strong><br><br>Cormac stood up and finished his mead, then left the bottle on the table.&nbsp; He looked at Mira.&nbsp; He intended to take her hand, pulled her to her feet, then pick her up and put her over his shoulder so he could carry her upstairs to a room.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 04:29:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr>Mira arched an eyebrow as she watched Cormac rise.&nbsp; From the way the barbarian eyed flame haired beauty, there was no doubt what type of celebration he had in mind.&nbsp; And although the thought of the Cimmerian spreading her thighs and plunging deep inside her sent a thrill down the whore's spine, she would not let him win so easily.&nbsp; They would do this on her terms.<br><br><strong>"Enjoy your celebration Cimmerian,"</strong> she murmured coyly as she rose to her feet.&nbsp; <strong>"I have a prior engagement for the evening ,"</strong> she added, eyeing a portly Argossean merchant with bejeweled fingers that had been watching Mira all evening.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Good night."</strong><br><br>Turning her back to him, she began to walk away, her hips swaying sensually as she did so.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 06:37:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench, from the common room to his room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Mira (as Katurah)<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Crom,"</strong> uttered the barbarian to himself.&nbsp; Quite the foxy little minx, that Mira was.&nbsp; Her words told him to go away while her ass told him to grab her and make her his.&nbsp; He decided to ignore his ears and use his eyes when interpreting these mixed messages.<br><br>Now was no longer the time for talk, but for action.&nbsp; Cormac followed Mira, took her slim, fair wrist in his swarthy, thick hand, and walked toward the stairs with her in tow.&nbsp; Not wanting to risk her tripping and falling on the steps, he just picked her up and carried her over his shoulder.&nbsp; He gave her bottom a spank to keep her quiet and still, and walked to his room.<br><br>After opening the door, entering, and locking the door behind him, Cormac went to his bed and dropped Mira, ass-first onto it.&nbsp; He removed his shirt and pants so that he was standing naked before her, like a giant muscular statue created by a talented sculptor, his long, thick cock already pulsing with each of his heartbeats, adding length, girth and angle to his member with each passing moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 14:05:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr><strong>"Unhand me!"</strong> Mira cried out indignantly as she was hoisted unceremoniously over the Cimmerian's shoulder.&nbsp; It was humiliating, to be treated in this manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;Certainly, Mira was much accustomed to degradation and subservience but it was always on her terms and when she deigned to allow it.&nbsp; She was a willful and proud beauty and she would not stand for this.<br><br>She flailed at his back with her balled up fists, striking the barbarian repeatedly all the while thrashing her long, shapely legs but to no avail.&nbsp; Then he spanked her, his hand smacking hard against the taut curve of her perfect buttock, leaving a red imprint on her creamy white skin.&nbsp; The sound was surprisingly loud and drew laughter and a few cheers from gawking onlookers as he carried her to his room.<br><br>Mira's cheeks flushed red and hot while tears of impotent rage welled in her wide emerald eyes.&nbsp; She glared at him with seething anger as he dumped her on the straw mattress, the worn bedding rough against her soft skin.&nbsp; The fire haired beauty had a temper, one she kept under check most of the time but this Cimmerian was just so infuriating.<br><strong><br>"Cormac, you savage lout!"</strong> she yelled.&nbsp; <strong>"You may not treat me in such a manner.&nbsp; And you are costing me silver.&nbsp; I have three clients arranged already for this evening."</strong><br><br>She rose from the bed, as if to leave when she watched him strip.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and she took him in.&nbsp; She had been with countless men of all nations and races.&nbsp; And rarely had she seen anyone of Cormac's virility and girth.&nbsp; She realized now that her plan had worked to well.&nbsp; She had kindled the barbarian's lust and now his savage instincts had overwhelmed any control he had.&nbsp; She was surprised he hadn't simply thrown her on a table and taken her in the common room itself.<br><br>Composing herself as best as she could, she moved to the door<br><br><strong>"Good night Cormac.&nbsp; We will pretend this incident never happened."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 11:34:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench, In Cormac's room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Mira<br><br><hr><br><em>"Cormac, you savage lout!" she yelled.&nbsp; "You may not treat me in such a manner.&nbsp; And you are costing me silver.&nbsp; I have three clients arranged already for this evening."</em><br><br>The alcohol Cormac consumed fueled his lust, and he was not about to be rejected by her.<br><br><strong>"Katurah... <em>Mira</em>... you wanton slut... filthy whore...&nbsp; You may not jiggle your breasts... or sway your hips... or press your smooth, pale flesh against me without consequence.&nbsp; If it is silver you seek, you best satisfy me quickly so that you may earn it from others while on your knees or on your back.&nbsp; I will provide more clients from the upstanding Kordovan citizenry, as well as protection."</strong><br><br><em>"Good night Cormac.&nbsp; We will pretend this incident never happened."</em><br><br><strong>"Do as you wish.&nbsp; I, however, will ensure this incident definitely happens."</strong><br><br>And with that, he grabbed a fistful of red tresses coming from the back of her head, dragged her back to his bed, and pushed her down upon it, face first.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Let's see if your goods are as fine as you advertise, Mira."</strong><br><br>He tugged down her shirt, pulled up her skirt and moved aside her panties, finding the slit as wet and swollen as he did earlier.<br><br><strong>"Ah, this cunt is as pretty as the rest of you.&nbsp; But does it feels as good as it looks?"</strong><br><br>While he forced her down into a prone position, the straw poking against her breasts, he mounted her, straddling her hips.&nbsp; One large hand gripped both her wrists at once and pressed them into the small of her back.&nbsp; The other hand remained firmly entangled in her hair, pushing her face down into the mattress if she cried out too loud.<br><br>Moving his hips, Cormac slid the bulbous tip of his member up and down Mira's slit.&nbsp; He found the warm, wet hole, and pressed his cockhead against it.<br><br><strong>"You are quite tight, whore.&nbsp; I will do you the favor of stretching you out so that more cock may be nestled in your folds."</strong><br><br>Cormac pushed, opening her entrance and sliding into her tunnel, going until all of his cockhead was inside, but stopping for a moment, as if composing himself for vigorous thrusting, before pushing any more of his thick shaft.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 20:06:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr><strong>"Unhand me, you insufferable lout!"</strong>Mira exclaimed in outrage as the Cimmerian ensnared her long crimson tresses in his iron strong grip.&nbsp; Her legs gave way beneath her as he gave a sharp yank, dragging her to the bed.&nbsp; Ineffectually, she swatted at him, clawed at him, her pale slim fingers digging into his brawny, calloused ones but unable to pry herself loose.<br><br><strong>"You motherless spawn of a goat!"</strong> she swore as he dragged her along the floor.&nbsp; <strong>"Let go of me or by Crom's balls, I will..."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Whatever threat Mira was about to utter went unsaid as he shoved her hard onto the bed.&nbsp; The flea ridden bedding was coarse against her soft skin with loose strands of straw poking through the flimsy material.&nbsp; She struggled as he pulled her fine garments out of the way, fully exposing all her charms for his inspection.&nbsp; She felt his heated gaze on her flesh, lingering on her cunt.&nbsp; Mira was shorn in the Zamoran style, with nary a hair to be seen anywhere below her head or betwixt her thighs.&nbsp; Certainly very different from the hairy barbarian women of the north.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Cimmerian, stop!"</strong> she cried as she struggled but she was pinned and helpless beneath him as she felt his swollen tip rub against her delicate nether lips.&nbsp; Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, chest heaving as she took deep ragged breathes.&nbsp; A tumultuous mix of emotions ran through the flame haired beauty as she braced herself for the inevitable.&nbsp; Indignation.&nbsp; Outrage.&nbsp; Fear.&nbsp; And under it all, an undercurrent of lust.&nbsp; She had always been curious about what the Cimmerian would be like in bed, wondering if the rumors of that barbarous race were indeed true.&nbsp; She had cast sidelong glances at him when he was not looking and the sight of his muscled form had often stirred a heat in her loins.&nbsp; But she had planned it differently.&nbsp; She was supposed to be the one in control with him begging to sample her charms.&nbsp; It was not supposed to be like this.&nbsp; <br><br>She managed to turn her head to the side,&nbsp; her cheek pressed against the bedding&nbsp; by the hand that clenched her hair.<br><br><strong>"Cimmerian, don't!"</strong> she called out again.&nbsp; <br><br>She squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her ass moving enticingly as he entered her slowly, inch by inch.&nbsp; He found her impossibly warm, wet and welcoming as her inner walls clenched tightly around his invading member.&nbsp; She let out a gasp, half out of shock, half out of pleasure as he plunged himself forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her velvet sheath.&nbsp; Then he began to thrust in earnest.&nbsp; <br><br>The man was like a bull, tireless and powerful and the next words that left her mouth surprised even her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Cimmerian....&nbsp; Cormac,"</strong> She almost never called him by his name.&nbsp; <strong>"Stop.&nbsp; Oh, don't..."</strong>&nbsp; Her words were punctuated by gasps and cries.&nbsp; <strong>"Please.. don't stop.&nbsp; Don't stop fucking me.&nbsp; Don't stop!&nbsp; Please..."</strong> She begged as waves of blissful pleasure subsumed her body and the fight drained out of her...<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 02:28:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench, In Cormac's room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Mira<br><br><hr><br>With each insulting epithet on his character and heritage, with each clamorous demand to cease and release, with each futile attempt to struggle and escape, Cormac the barbarian only grew more aroused and erect, his manhood swelling and stiffening to the point of creating an aching that could only be soothed and relieved by being surrounded by the loins of the whore beneath him.<br><br>The wanton slut brought this on herself by teasing and enticing him with the movements of her voluptuous, fertile figure.&nbsp; He eased in slowly, savoring the initial stretching, feeling her insides move within her to accommodate his impressive girth and length.&nbsp; After hitting the back of her tunnel, he ground his hips into her, making room inside her to that was not already there, hitting parts within that had not been touched by any other man before him.<br><br>Finally, every fraction of an inch of Cormac's arousal was buried within Mira, and his heavy sack pressed against her nether lips like the hilt of a sword against the throat of a scabbard.&nbsp; <br><br>Still lying atop her, his weight pinning her down and his muscles driving into her with all the force he could muster, Cormac was in ecstasy.&nbsp; This was, by far, the tightest yet most yielding cunt he had ever thrust into.&nbsp; He almost felt the throbbing in his member match the pulse in her walls.&nbsp; Her cries and pleas would usually cause him to stop, but way she fought and argued only made him rut her harder.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her like he hated her, to break her in twain with his manhood in her tunnel, but then her cries for him to stop changed to pleas to keep going, which broke the spell Cormac was under and made him slow his relentless pace.<br><br>He held her hips against his, and sat back on his feet, taking her off her chest and onto her hands and knees.&nbsp; He tugged her hair, turning her head to the side to look over her shoulder at him.<br><br><strong>"I liked it more when you tried to stop me, slut."</strong><br><br>He released the crimson tresses and grabbed her wrists, using them to pull her arms back as he thrust forward into her.&nbsp; He imagined the way her breasts bounced as he pounded into her, then released her arms so she could lay the side of her face against the bed.&nbsp; He held both her wrists in one hand against the small of her back, the other landing blows on her generous pale backside, marring the fair flesh with hand prints as pink as her stiff nipples and nether lips.<br><br>So hard was the barbarian, so aroused, yet release was not coming, and a change in position was needed.<br><br>He rolled her over onto her back, brought her legs up and around his hips, then inserted himself back inside he folds, resuming his thrusts.&nbsp; He grabbed her face, his fingers against one cheek, his thumb pushing into the other, and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Beg me to stop, slut.&nbsp; Tell me how much it hurts, whore.&nbsp; Say you'll do anything, give anything, for me to cease rutting you like the filthy fucking pig you are."</strong><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 06:57:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr><br><strong>"I...HATE... YOU... CORMAC!"</strong> Mira cried into the Cimmerian's face, her words interrupted by small gasps of pleasure that escaped her ruby red lips.&nbsp; She locked her emerald eyes on his, her gaze intense as his body slammed into hers again and again.<br><br><strong>"Damn you barbarian.."</strong> she cried again as she pushed against him, her small fists pounding uselessly on&nbsp; his broad chest.&nbsp; For one who possessed such self control, Mira found the confused maelstrom of emotions roiling in her to be completely disorienting.&nbsp; She was hated the barbarian.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted him bleeding, dying.&nbsp; She wanted him alive and fucking.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Stop it Cormac.&nbsp; You're hurting me.&nbsp; I'll do anything if you'll stop.&nbsp; PLEASE!!!"</strong> She parroted his words back to him, giving in to his desires, ceding control to him.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 12:49:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench, In Cormac's room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Mira<br><br><hr><br>He released his grip on her face and listened to the words she was crying out.&nbsp; It was music to his ears.&nbsp; He had bedded scores of women, but never against their will, and usually it was they throwing themselves at him.&nbsp; But something about Mira, the combination of her beauty, her ability to make men want her, the flaming crimson tresses, the smooth, pale skin, the generous curves bouncing and jiggling, the tightness of her sex, the sounds of her voice - it all made Cormac bigger and harder than ever.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck this harlot for all he was worth, for the rest of eternity, and he would just not cum.<br><br>His arousal reached new peaks with this whore, and it required more stimuli to make him find sweet release.<br><br>Relishing his role as rapist as she acted resistant, he brought a big hand back and slapped one side of her face with it.&nbsp; It was not that hard, but the connection would be a surprise and sound worse than it felt.&nbsp; He did the same to her other cheek, then wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed tightly, cutting off her breath.<br><br>He pounded into her mercilessly, fucking the slut like he hated her, when in reality she was by far the best he ever had.&nbsp; As her face turned pink, he released his grip, then leaned down, kissing her mouth, forcing a lip lock and exhaling into her oral cavity, giving her air from his own lungs, filling her chest with oxygen.<br><br>Finally, he ended his relentless sexual assault on her with his ejaculation.&nbsp; The first load of semen blasted against her cervix.&nbsp; He pulled back slowly, coating her tunnel walls with more seed.&nbsp; Then he pulled out completely, and finished with several streams that flew through the air, creating numerous lines of cum that went from her hairline, down her forehead, along the bridge of her nose, into her open mouth, onto her painted lips, all over her generous breasts and along her flat tummy.&nbsp; <br><br>Most normal men would have rolled over and fallen asleep, but Cormac was no ordinary man.&nbsp; He was still hard, still ready for more, and he penetrated her <em>again</em>.&nbsp; The barbarian placed the Mira's legs over his broad shoulders so he could slam into her even deeper than before.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 03:16:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr><br>The world threatened to go dark as Mira's vision grew dim.&nbsp; Her cheeks still stung from the slaps, her body shook with each punishing, pounding thrust while her lungs burned and ached for air.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment, the Brythunian beauty thought the Cimmerian was actually going to strangle her.&nbsp; Mira had always known that her life would likely be short, extinguished in a moment of sex and violence.&nbsp; She had just never expected it to be so soon.&nbsp; It was in that moment of desperation that the warm, growing tingle betwixt her thighs began to grow and grow, before spiraling upwards in a sensual crescendo of pleasure so intense that she wanted to cry out to the gods .&nbsp; It was then that Mira came, just as Cormac released her throat, allowing sweet air to rush in and fill her starved lungs.&nbsp; She clenched and spasmed and squeezed the Cimmerian, milking every last drop of him that she could before he withdrew and showered her in his seed.<br><br>The flame haired beauty lay exhausted and panting, flesh slick with sweat, breasts heaving with every breath.&nbsp; She readied a witty quip, something wry and intelligent yet also casually insulting but before she could utter a word, the barbarian had mounted her again.&nbsp; So instead of a little verbal barb, her lips parted and all she could do was moan in pleasure.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 12:55:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Cimmerian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Inside the Leaky Wench, In Cormac's room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Mira<br><br><hr><br><strong>"I'm not through with you yet, whore.&nbsp; I've only just begun."</strong><br><br>With her pale legs on his bronzed shoulders, he used all the weight of his massive, muscular body to slam his manhood deep within her folds again.&nbsp; He breasts jiggled with every thrust as his heavy sac wetly slapped against her bottom.&nbsp; He came again quickly, flooding her canal and womb with his seed.&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled out, cock twitching, glistening in their juices, then flipped her over on to her hands and knees.&nbsp; <em>Still</em> hard for her, he pried her legs apart and entered her a third time, holding onto her hips and pulling her back to meet his forward thrusts.&nbsp; He ejaculated inside her once more, then moved forward, laying his chest down on her back, his manhood still buried within her.<br><br><strong>"Harlot, you sure know how to drain a man.&nbsp; You, Mira of Shadizar, are the best I've ever had, giving me release three times consecutively.&nbsp; Whatever your clients pay you, you are worth more."</strong><br><br>He rolled off her back and lay on his beside her.&nbsp; One hand squeezed her ass, then smacked it hard.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Off you go, slut.&nbsp; You have ended my night, but you still have plenty of work to do and coin to part from men's pockets."</strong>&nbsp; The barbarian gave the whore's ass a hard smack.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hyborian Age - The Leaky Wench of Kordava (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lorelei</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 03:32:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/400461850_mira_123_447lo_zpse7423c42.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Mira of Shadizar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216116#msg8216116)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nationality:</strong>&nbsp; Brythunian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong> Spy/Assassin/Whore and all around Femme Fatale<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the Leaky Wench<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Cormac<br><br><hr>Mira had her third (or was that the fourth) orgasm of the night before slumping onto the bed.&nbsp; The coarse bedding was rough against the soft skin of full breasts and flat belly but all she could was lie there as&nbsp; she tried to catch her breath.&nbsp; Glistening with sweat and exhausted, the Brythunian beauty was content with just lying there and drifting off to sleep when the Cimmerian smacked her not once but twice on her taut buttocks.<br><br>She needed to move.&nbsp; There would be no rest for her.&nbsp; Not at night.&nbsp; This was when she was in her element.&nbsp; Rolling to a sitting position, she rose from the bed as gracefully as she could manage.&nbsp; There was a basin and jug of water nearby and she cleansed herself as best as she could.<br><br><strong>"Cimmerian,"</strong> she began.&nbsp; <strong>"You fuck with the vigor and stamina of five of these Zingarans.&nbsp; I am quite impressed..&nbsp; But enough with pleasure.&nbsp; I have coin to make and an appointment with a rich grain merchant to keep."</strong><br><br>She sauntered out of the room, not even bothering to get dressed, blowing a kiss to the Cimmerian before closing the door behind her.
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