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				Post by: <strong>Darkmoon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 23:46:29</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 15:42:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HlBuwb4.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger<br>&nbsp;<strong>Gender:</strong> Futanari<br>&nbsp;<strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> The Glass Pelican, Seabright Inn<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br>&nbsp;Click <strong>here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195)</strong> to view the full profile.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>Rose Vanger</strong> let out a soft sigh. <em>Walk, walk, walk and more walking.</em> It seemed to never end when one was a mercenary looking for work. Sure, her earnings from her gladitorial days and her time employed as a Queensguard member ensured she was still fairly rich and not spoiling for food, but it was just the <em>boredom.</em> She had wandered all the way from the Kingdom of Aranna, which she called her home before her banishment, to this kingdom. It had taken her a good many months and a good many stops at quaint little inns along the way, but finally, <em>real civilisation</em> with people roaming the streets, the sound of people bickering over the prices and not just one or two little buildings along the road.<br><br>She'd never thought she'd miss the sights and sounds of a bustling city so much, but months alone on a road could do that to a person. She'd spend a good few hours just wandering the streets in her skimpy outfit, attracting many strange stares. But it was a natural way of dressing for her. The Gladiator way. The Gladiator, afterall, was not just about killing, shedding blood and guts, but if one could look beautiful while doing it, even better. <br><br>Eventually, the brunette appeared at the lovely Seabright Inn. Her armored boots thudded noisily on the wooden floor before spotting and approaching the bar. She hoisted herself onto a barstool, leaving her weapon and shield by the door. For a moment, she simply gazed out of the window with the <em>amazing</em> view before clearing her throat and looking up and down the length of the bar, "Hello, can I get some mead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 06:47:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone, Feon<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br><br>_________________________</div><br>For a few moments, Rose was worried. The bar seemed to radiate a sort of... Dread. As though something was off, like something bad was happening. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was but it was the sort of feeling she knew all too well growing up around fighting. It made her want to retrieve her sword and shield, if only to make herself feel a little safer. She was about to do so when she saw a large blur zoom past the window but she couldn't quite make out what it was. Not too long later, several smaller blurs fell past the window. "Odd." She mumbled to herself. <br><br>She tried to stand to peer down at what it was but found her way blocked by the bar. For now, she decided to sit back down. If she had been wrong about her gut instincts, she might have risked panicking people just to check on her hunch with weapon drawn. Instead, she tried to remind herself that she was no longer in the Gladitorial Arena of Aranna, that this was probably a safe, secure place where not everyone was trying to kill each other for a living.<br><br>Instead, she simply waited, her finger absent mindedly tracing the tattoo on the right of her waist, a red one that was mark of an Arannian gladiator. She looked up only when the male elf arrived behind the bar and smiled at him, tossing a few coins onto the table as she received the mug of mead, raising it in thanks. "I wouldn't say I'm particularly tough." She said, "I <em>am</em> shivering a little. But I spent most of my childhood sleeping in the cold, dark dungeons under an arena so I suppose I am a little resistant to it." She said before taking a deep drink of the golden liquid to quench her thirst. It was delicious. <br><br>"I haven't really thought about why I am here... I suppose it is to look for some work as a mercenary for hire... But now you mention an arena, I might try my luck at that instead." She said with a shrug. She wasn't all too sure. "How's the inn tonight, sir? Seems like a quiet bunch here." She said as she took another gulp of the mead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 11:48:06</strong>
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				The jaunty walk and free spirited song coming from her lips preceded Barbara as she entered the Glass Pelican. Spying the bartender and a scantily clad woman at the bar she gave them a deep bow. "Greetings!! I am Barbara Songweaver and I have come to entertain you and earn possibly a few silver for making your cares vanish and your hearts merry! My good sir! Are you the proprietor of this fine establishment?" She gave him a winning smile and a saucy wink. <br><br>She was dressed in a green and brown paisley dress with a leather bustier that showed off her generous cleavage. Her brown leather boots came to mid calf and had her green leggings tucked into them. The skirt was split for riding and came only to her knees. On her back was not a sword or any kind of ordinary weapon, but a beautiful hand carved lute with gold fittings. <br><br>She swung the lute from her back and with practiced ease began singing a charming song of pretty maids and dancing courtiers who never stopped trying to impress the Queen. Her voice was sweet and might make those around her want to dance a jig. Possibly the dancing would encourage them to buy more drinks to sooth their throats. It was her standard plea for employment and it usually worked. Especially if the owner threw in a room and free food and drink. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 13:11:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Feon, Barbara<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br><br>_________________________</div><br><br>"Yowza, is Grob an Orc?" She said after she looked over her shoulder at the massive brute. "We've seen a few of those at the Arena where I came from. I wasn't there to see it, but I've heard, this one fight, this orc fought two humans and crushed their skulls, one in each hand, helmet and all." She shuddered, "Thank the stars I wasn't good enough to be put up against one." She said with a rueful laugh. She took another drink of her mead as the bard walked in. Rose didn't even bother to turn to look at first, at least not until she had drained her mug and signalled for another. <br><br>As she turned to look, her eyes was immediately drawn to the exposed, and <em>very</em> generous, cleavage. Hey,&nbsp; it wasn't really her fault. She hadn't been with anybody since she had been exiled from her Kingdom and not many males wanted to be with someone like... her. She clapped heartily at the song but having already paid for a second drink, didn't feel urged to buy a second one. She did feel thirsty though, and would gulp half the mead down once it came. She turned back to Feon once she had gotten over oogling at the singer, "Looks like she's got a big ol' set of personalities on her too, eh?" She said with a laugh, seeing as the barkeep had referenced her "personalities" earlier. She was rather proud of her "personalities". They certainly got her a good deal of fans in the Arena.<br><br>"And don't worry, I'll do any job-hunting very discreetly." She said with a smile, as sweet as they came, despite looking a little shabby and smudged from dirt. She could use with a long-term room at the place too. She wasn't keen on leaving town so soon, no sir.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 13:18:43</strong>
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				Barbara did a deep sweeping bow to the barkeep and then found a suitable stool near the bar and began to sing. The song was a drinking ditty about a drunken sailor. It was rollicking and humorous and she hoped they would all like it.<br><br>She winked at the patrons and encouraged tips to the barmaid and the bartender. She grinned at anyone who offered to buy her a mead, "Sure and ye know singin' be dry work wi'out some mead."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLYLO_T5YFo</div></div><br>(hope you don't mind the inclusion of some music)
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 15:26:01</strong>
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				<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong> (http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) | <strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><em>"Yo bartender! Something strong and pricy!"</em><br><br>The slightly high-pitched voice came from <em>below</em> the bar. Well, not below, per se, but out of eye sight of the bartender. At only four feet tall (which was actually pretty tall for a goblin), Wess tended to disappear in crowds. It was how she liked it most of the time. When trying to get a drink, though, it made things rough. When she hopped up on a stool she was much more visible. She parked herself next to the gladiator woman and leaned forward, crossing her arms on the counter. Wessly might've been short, but she'd somehow found a way to pack more curve in her petite frame than should be legally allowable. She apparently knew it, too, because the leather pants and sleeveless shirt she wore fit close to her, hugging her every curve. <br><br>The only thing breaking the curvy ride up and down her body was her belt, riddled with pouches filled with various tools of her trade. Her cloak, which contained her weapons, had been hung up at the door, but it was wise to assume that she probably had a little something hidden on her for self-defense. After all, a lady can never be too careful! And as a thief, she had to be doubly so! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 16:42:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly, Feon<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br><br>_________________________</div><br><br>Rose looked over as she spotted something moving around her but not really seeing anything. It wasn't until a goblin hoisted herself up onto the seat next to her did she realise that it was her that had been skulking about. She looked away, back at her mead, but did a double take, her eyes taking in the goblin carefully in a lingering gaze. She let out a sort of a low whistle, "Lovely." She remarked. Those curves! Rose thought that she was curvy, but next to the goblin, she looked like a pre-pubescent girl with mosquito bites for breasts.<br><br>She flashed a smile at the goblin before offering a hand, "Rose." She said simply, "Please to meetcha'." Rose was dressed oddly, with white triangles of cloth barely covering her breasts and straps to hold said cloth in place. She had on black panties that was quite exposed and did not hide the package that an oddity like her was carrying. Other than that, she had bits and pieces of armor here and there, on her shoulder, her hips and mostly her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>20-11-2014, 22:50:32</strong>
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				Barbara kept on strumming her lute and looked around. "I love all you pretty ladies, I think we need some men though. Where is everyone this fine day?" her smile included the bartender. "Not to run you down, handsome elf, but we need more customers! Let's see if some music will bring them in."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dg1g4Y2BKXs</div></div>&nbsp; (Just a bit of ambient sound to listen to)<br><br>Her style on the guitar was mesmerizing and beautiful. It seemed she was playing more than one instrument and a hidden drummer seemed to accompany her as well. Her eyes danced as she played. Looking from one to another of them and inviting them to relax and listen or to continue talking. Barbara was here to entertain and she tired her best to do just that.<br><br>She really did hope for more customers. It was fun to entice and sooth various people. She used her instrument and her voice to create fantasies in the minds of her listeners. Some might even swear she was an illusionist as ghostly shapes of musicians and choral singers sometimes appeared behind or beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 00:05:13</strong>
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				If anyone had their ears perked up for anything coming from outside, they would notice a steady thumping. Following that, the doors came open and in them stood a short, stout figure bundled heavily in cloth. Thick leather boots with a slightly pointed toe, grey wool pants tucked into that, and a long blue coat that went to the figure's waist.&nbsp; One of the figure's gloved hands grasped what appeared to be a thick carved length of wood that was having trouble deciding if it was a staff or a club. Given its general size, one would assume it was a dwarf, but it's shoulders were a bit narrow and its face was covered up near completely by a high color, the wide brim of its pointy brown hat, and what appeared to be some kind of leather mask covering the skin around its eyes. <br><br>Rudy hadn't thought much about where he was going, he had just asked a random person he passed for an inn and they had pointed him to this one. After he looked up from where he was walking, for he had been walking long and his attention was lacking anything beyond watching where he put his next step, he noticed the nice look of the bar. He didn't usually go for such upscale stuff. He guessed it was the one way he truly was like a dwarf, being such a penny-pincher. And then he noticed all the guests in the tap room seemed to be women. And it took but a glance to see that they were all quite the lookers. His eyes widened just slightly and he let out a loud gulp before he realized it. He prayed no one heard it over the sound of the one playing music. He stepped to the side, moving somewhat self consciously as he rested his staff and his pack against the wall before making his way to the bar, making a point to leave a few stools between himself and the nearest girl. <br><br>"Can I get an ale and...whatever dish this place is known for, please?" asked the dwarf in a fairly quiet voice, not wanting to interrupt any conversations. It was clearly a male speaking, but not the deep voice one would expect from a dwarf. Rudy pulled off the big leather gloves he wore and folded them neatly before placing them on the bar. He turned his head so that he could see the ladies at the bar in the periphery of his vision and offered them a slight nod.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 00:18:03</strong>
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				<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong> (http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) | <strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Wess flashed a cheerful grin at the scantily-clad lady next to her, took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. <em>"Hey there, nice to meet'cha! I'm Wessly. Love the armor, hon, it's more.. an idea of the concept of armor than actual armor. Very risky. You pull it off well."</em> The goblin said, following up with a grin and a suggestive lifting of her brows, <em>"I'll pull that armor off ya anytime, by the way."</em><br><br>Before Rose could respond to the playful flirtation, the little goblin's eyes were back at the bar and she was looking up and down it, waiting for her drink to come. She seemed to be a rather energetic sort, or at the very least in need of a good, stiff drink. Though Rose was probably starting to long to give the goblin something else that was stiff. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 01:27:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly, Feon<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br>_________________________</div><br><br>Rose shook that hand just as firmly and then proceeded to chuckle at the comments on her armor. She had heard it all, really. Too risqué. Too useless. Too begging-to-be-ripped off. Of course, she wasn't dumb, she knew all that. But a gladiator's armor was also about showing off, and when one had the goodies that Rose does, she has a a lot to show off. But yes, during her time as a Queensguard, she had a proper suit of protective armor.<br><br>Her eyebrows raised at the comment the goblin made about willing to rip it off and her jaw just fell open. <em>What.</em> "Uh, well. You're more than welcome to try." She said, looking over to her, wanting to give her a wink, but looked somewhat crestfallen to see that she had already looked away. She gulped and looked away, taking a deep breath to calm herself. The last time she had walked around with a bulge in her panties, the innkeeper had chased her out with a broom, loudly proclaiming her as a freak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 01:38:00</strong>
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				<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong> (http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) | <strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose<br><hr><br>After finally recieving her drink and paying with several coins that the bartender had to check twice to confirm their legality, the goblin turned her gaze back to the half-clad gladiator next to her. <em>"Ah, that's better. So! What brings you here, lady? It can't be the speedy service!"</em> she quipped,teasing the staff. The little goblin grinned and took a quick sip of her drink before continuing, her eyes taking another brief lap around Rose's body, quite enjoying all the curves they run across. It's a worthwhile journey she feels worth repeating sometime in the future. <em>"Are you a mercenary of some sort?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 02:38:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly, Feon<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br>_________________________</div><br><br>Rose let out a chuckle, already on her third mug of mead, "Well,&nbsp; I didn't mean to come here, specifically." She said, turning on the stool to face the goblin completely, her body on display, proudly. The faintest hints of nipple just visible under the triangles of white cloth. "I just... Was forced to leave home, I guess. And then I wandered kind of aimlessly, doing a bit of mercenary work here and there until I found this city."<br><br>She leaned against the bartop, her eyes devouring the goblin's body hungrily, not quite as brief as the goblin looking her over. Her tour was a slower, more lingering one, focusing on choice curves here and there. "Yeah, I'll probably stay here for a good while if I keep bumping into people who looks like you." Her lips curve into a lewd grin before taking another sip of mead. "I was a gladiator where I came from, but since my banishment, I suppose I've been a mercenary of sorts, but as you can <em>clearly</em> see, I'm not really dressed for the role."
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 06:31:00</strong>
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				<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong> (http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) | <strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose<br><hr><br>Wessly cocked her head as she listened, a few stray strands of dark hair falling in her face. She grinned a touch as she interjected, <em>"Forced to leave, huh? Why, was everyone else too jealous of your good looks?"</em> It was a silly little bit of flirtation. Classic Wess, basically. To emphasize the point, her free hand crossed the personal space boarder between them, settling down upon the other woman's thigh to brush fingertips across her soft skin for a fleeing moment. <br><br><em>"Ooh, mercenary, huh? I'm in the same boat! I'm a bit of a wanderer, myself! Maybe we ought to travel together for a bit! Safety in numbers, y'know!"</em> She grinned brightly at the gladiator. For a thief, it was always good to have a <del>meat shield</del> someone good in a fight and for a warrior, it was always useful to have someone around who could detect traps. It was a classic pairing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 15:50:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br>_________________________</div><br><br>Rose flushed a little as the goblin brushed her fingertips against her exposed thighs, gulping softly as those green fingers neared the bulge concealed in her clearly visible panties. "Mmm, well... I was exiled for... getting the Queen pregnant." She said in a tone that suggested she was half-embarassed and half-proud. "They found out when the baby had dark hair, like mine, but the King and Queen were blonde. So, the King exiled me." The gladiator finished with a shrug, her eyes focusing on the goblin's fingers as they stroked at her thigh.<br><br>She, too, reached over, letting her fingertips graze the goblin's arm. "Well, I definitely can't say no to travelling with such a lovely lass." She said, grinning broadly. And it certainly <em>would</em> be nicer to have some companionship on a long journey, even better if they can keep me warm at night." She teased right back. When Feon spoke of payment for the goblin, Rose hurriedly put down some coins for her drink, "No worries, barkeeper. Her drinks are on me." Her coins included a generous tip because she knew how hard it could be in the industry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 15:58:20</strong>
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				<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong> (http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) | <strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose<br><hr><br>Wess shot a look at the barkeep accusing her of not paying. She pointed at the counter where, moments before, she'd quite visibly set down the proper coinage to pay for her drink. <em>"Hey, lay off! I put my money down already. If you were payin' more attention to your job than the color of my skin then maybe you've noticed, buster."</em> She sniped, obviously rather irritated that the bartender had singled her out just because she was a goblin. It was pretty cute when she was mad, though. <br><br>She was quick to turn her attention back to the gladiator, though, quickly waving a hand at the coins the lovely woman was about to put down. <em>"Don't bother with that, I've got plenty to pay for my drinks. Just the drinks, though,"</em> she said, eyeing the staff again, <em>"Don't expect any tips. Hmmph."</em><br><br>Her eyes moved back to Rose and she switched gears, an easy smile returning to her lips. <em>"Ehehe.. I can think of a few ways to stay warm, Rose."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 16:57:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br>_________________________</div><br><br>Rose chuckled, "Well, so can I. None of them are particularly kid-friendly though. And it's probably how I got banished, "keeping warm" with the Queen." She said with a wink. By this point, she let her fingers stroke lightly at the back of Wessly's hand, "Can't say I've ever had the fortune of being with a lovely lady on an adventure, let alone such a <em>delightful</em> goblin like yourself." She said. She was starting to get a bit light-headed as the blood was all leaving her head for, well, her other head.<br><br>"And what sorts of adventures do you have in mind?" She said, clearing her throat, "I have to talk about something else, because all I can think about right now is "keeping warm" with you, as much as I would love that." The gladiator said, finishing her mead, her hand still lightly tracing the back of Wessly's palm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 17:36:04</strong>
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				<strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)<br><br>A catgirl comes bouncing into the room, wearing little but a dancer's outfit and and a large backpack. She looks over the bar and notices the other bard in the room. She debates if there are too many bard in this bar, but remember there's not many better places in this town. And she's not really in the mood to earn money at the moment. She walks by the bar and orders a strong drink. Whatever the bartender's favorite is. Then sets down her stuff near the other bard in the room and listens. Enjoying the music. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 22:24:00</strong>
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				As more people filter in, Barbara winks at the bartender, wondering if his offer included a bedwarmer. She is delighted at his compliment and starts adding even more interesting tunes to entertain the customers.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbVjEjqeW8Y</div></div><br>She sings occasionally, but rests her voice mostly playing her instrument. Her eyes travel the tavern, looking for someone to chat with while she plays softly. Wishing more gentlemen would come in as she loves to flirt and entice them with her music and voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 22:49:55</strong>
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				<strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)<br><br>Lissa takes a sip of her new drink and gives an approving smile to the bartender. "absolutely delicious." The other bard in the room starts playing and Lissa realizes she's already started dancing subconsciously. She gives the other bard a smile and says "Ohh, this is just too fun to not dance too." <br><br>Her hips start swaying and she starts her dance. It's a wild mix of styles, incorporating moves from the tango, belly dance, Flamenco and more. Her hips are swaying, booty shaking, and arms grooving to the music. She even incorporates taking sips of her drink into the music. When she gets her glass down to about 2/3rds full she examines the room. When she's sure she's got enough attention she prepares for her big move. She takes a step back into some open space. Gives herself a second to prepare mentally, then does a standing front flip with the glass in her hand. Successfully rotating her arms and wrist so that she never spills a drop. She makes her way back to the bar with a cartwheel, again rotating her arm and using centripetal force so she does not spill her drink. At the bar again she takes a huge chug of her drink, sets it down on the bar dramatically, and turns to the rest of the crowd and gives a bow and a wink.<br><br>She puts some coins on the table for the drink and a tip, flips another coin over to the other bard and asks. "I'm sorry, I missed your name? I'm Lissa by the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 15:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ba/2e/48/ba2e488afac82fe5ec32ff7015ee0a5d.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Tristyn Talis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.0)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Woods then bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><strong>"When will you shut up!"</strong><br><br>His voice echoed loudly through the trees sending birds flutter away for safety.&nbsp; Winds were brewing sending branches moving in erratic patterns as they heralded the arrival of a storm.&nbsp; The forest already was a dim display of scenery barley noticeable to the naked eye.&nbsp; Yet the half-elfs lineage granted him the abilities to see in low light situations.&nbsp; His feet kept trudging along followed by the softer almost unnoticeable sounds of footsteps behind him.&nbsp; The giggles and laughs echoed through the trees as well causing the man to grasp his skull in pain. <strong> "Just go away already!"</strong> he screamed once more as he kept green eyes looking forward away from the dark clouds.&nbsp; The footsteps were in unison, as if one were only listening they'd only be able to discern one person to the two of them.<br><br>"But Tristyn you're going south! we need to go west hehehehe"&nbsp; The child's voice sent chills down the seasoned warriors spine as he spun pulling a very ornate piece of weaponry.&nbsp; The <strong>crystalline blades (http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb480/Yumekichi11/Picture%2029/8a48fd5d.jpg)</strong> point ended mere inches from the young child's face.&nbsp; Semi elongated jaw held a crocked smile as identical green eyes stared up the radiant blade towards its wielder.&nbsp; Long brown hair fell to the child's shoulders as he cocked his head to the side. "What are you going to do father? Hit me with this?"<br><br>a loud growl erupted from his throat as he swung the blade back with ease,&nbsp; His eyes seemed to glow fire as he slashed downward with precision.&nbsp; The red crystal blade sunk deeply into the earth as a small concussion blast went outward crippling the trees in a small half circle.&nbsp; Blood dripped from Tristyn's nose as his eyes returned to normal, a slow but heavy breath escaped him as he spoke almost in a whimpering tone.&nbsp; <strong>"You, you are not my child, now go away"</strong> his words fell to whispers as he didn't hear or see the small half elf child anywhere.&nbsp; Pulling the blade from the mud he turned only to find the kid standing feet from him with a smile "Come on father, this way!" he spoke as he ran off into the darkness of the forest.&nbsp; The rain began to fall, and as he slowly turned his eyes upward the soft feel of the water upon his face reminded him this wasn't a dream, and he was truly lost here.<br><br><hr><br>Three days past before he stumbled into town.&nbsp; <br><br>Dehydration was taking him and the first thing he needed was a nice pint of water, maybe some hearty stew, then definitely on to the drinking to calm the voices in his head.&nbsp; His hand pressed firmly against the Seabright's door, opening it with ease, he half stumbled as he entered the room.&nbsp; The sound of soft chatter and beautiful music filled his head.&nbsp; He growled lightly as it was late and he was hoping there was no one else around these parts.&nbsp; Yet with a soft sigh and a slight shrug he hung his cloak and sword belt up.&nbsp; He was armored still, and had a few blades hidden hear and there for protection, but he made it visible that his sword was sheathed and placed near the door. He advanced the bar slowly, eyeing up the few others.&nbsp; A mercenary of sorts, looking strong and proud in her posture.&nbsp; The goblin, looking like she could get down and dirty if need be, in many different ways.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he saw the cat folk and cocked his head to the side.&nbsp; He was curious as to why her sort was here, never seeing them in these parts before.&nbsp; But then again it had been years since he's taken the seaside roads.&nbsp; His eyes drifted to the bard carrying her sweet melodies and he groaned.&nbsp; He wanted her to stop, or at least quite it down a bit.&nbsp; Yet he wasn't in the mood to fight or deal with people.&nbsp; So with a cranky look he slipped to a bar stool slightly away from others, yet within enough distance he could over hear what was going on.&nbsp; He needed work, and that was top priority at this very moment.<br><br>placing a gold dragon on the counter he waved the bar tender over.<br><br><strong>"a large pint of water, as fresh and clean as it can be,"</strong> he looked the place over to gauge the cleanliness of the building as he continued. <strong>"as well as what ever meal you have prepped, then when the time is right, the tallest and largest cup of your strongest ale will do"</strong> he nodded a thanks as he turned to survey the room once more.&nbsp; His eyes couldn't help but linger on the lovely ladies though.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 17:46:03</strong>
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				Having finished her drink Lissa had resumed her dancing. There was something about the music that just compelled to move. Shortly after a well built half-elf wanders into the bar. He looks grumpy, perhaps he's had some rough travels? Lissa makes it her personal mission to get a smile out of him. He scans the bar and ends up staring at her for an extended moment. Lissa knew the look. He was wondering what a catgirl was doing here, but she was used to that reaction. She used the moment of his attention and gave him a huge smile. She started spinning around slowly, shaking her ass seductively. Glancing over her shoulder seductively just to watch his eyes linger on her. <br><br>A little after her show he orders a large water and a meal, then an ale. Which in Lissa's mind confirmed her suspicion that he's had a rough trip. She's always been good at reading people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 09:07:51</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged</strong>: Barbara<br><br>Rudy couldn't help but notice the way the barkeep was looking at him. He'd encountered that sort of thing before. He had to keep himself from saying something when told the kitchen was closed. It wasn't even dark out yet. He thought perhaps the elf was trying to be inhospitable on purpose to get the dwarf to leave. But he didn't feel like looking for another inn right now and he would rather stay here and look at the eye candy than go somewhere else where a fight might break out. Without a word, he tossed some coins onto the counter and took his drink and his gloves. With the bar full of attractive women, he was pretty self conscious and expected to get some kind of warm reception from the barkeep.<br><br>"I would hate to interrupt your songs, miss, but I was wondering if you might happen to know any good stories?" the wizard asked Barbara as she was playing her guitar. He took a drink from his mug as he moved to take a seat two stools down from her. "Ever since I came to the surface, I haven't been able to get enough of them." He reached into a pocket on his coat and fished out a few more coins, more than he had left for his drink, and set them in a neat stack on the counter between them, giving her a tip either way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 09:25:45</strong>
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				Barbara was indeed pleased with the dwarf for asking for stories. "Why yes I do, good sir dwarf. I am Barbara. I have a poem for you if that will suffice. Let me think for a minute of a good song to listen to while I recite it." She strummed a few chords and then some haunting music came from her lute.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkRC5JVXwas</div></div><br>Silent Scream<br><br>Who among you stalk the halls,<br>Of shattered Keeps and ruined walls?<br>Searching for the secrets old,<br>Ancient tomes of truth untold?<br><br>Do the whispers touch your soul,<br>Like distant bells lonely toll?<br>Do your eyes disturb the haunts?<br>Shadows flicker, sigil taunts.<br><br>Raise your eyes to search the ceiling,<br>Weathered paint the scene revealing.<br>Icy fingers trace your ear,<br>Wordless scream your sudden fear.<br><br>Silence fills the empty hall,<br>A single drop of tear may fall.<br>Crumpled on the dusty floor,<br>Felinthice will rise once more.<br><br>Cupid’s bow of luscious red,<br>Denies the finalty of dead.<br>A bond that lingers in the blood,<br>Cross dimension like a flood.<br><br>The rustle of a silken gown<br>Stirs the dust falling down.<br>Finger trace a bloody trail<br>To leave a message without fail.<br><br>Linger here and feel the dread,<br>Of tingling spine and weary head.<br>From your eyes the salty tear,<br>I can taste delicious fear.<br><br>Stay with me and sate my hunger.<br>Run and you will suffer longer.<br>Wish you may for swifter death,<br>The rattle of your final breath.<br><br><br>As the flicker of the flame<br>Dances in the demon’s name,<br>Jealous angels sacrifice<br>Virtue to the endless vice.<br><br>Pleasure in a lover’s touch,<br>Leads to pain, but not too much.<br>Heightened senses long to feel<br>Gentle hands lust reveal.<br><br>Life is but a flickered flame,<br>Summoned from the Ethered Plane.<br>Will it come to lover’s call?<br>And refuse Light’s sweet pull?<br><br>Is there fear within your soul?<br>Awash like waves on sandy shoal,<br>Reaching for the edge of reason<br>No relief the change of season.<br><br>Pulled from Death the sweet release,<br>Back to beg for more to please.<br>Aware of all the sacrifice<br>Made to satisfy the vice.<br><br>Scented oils to ease the friction,<br>Crimson stains feed the addiction.<br>Not a drop will go to waste,<br>So exquisite is the taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 10:22:40</strong>
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				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)<br><br>Lissa is a little disappointed that her music has gone away. Oohh well, it's not like she paid for it... Wait a second, she DID pay her to keep playing. Oh well, it didn't matter at this point. Tonight, she knew, she was going to be in heat. And unless she had a lover it was going to be a long and unbearable night. one she was not ready to deal with. With the Dwarf talking to the bard it was looking like the only open person at the bar was Mr. Grumpy at the bar. Time to test her luck she supposed. She walked back up to the bar and just so happened to sit near the half-elf. Ordering another drink, second favorite of the bartender this time. And a meal,&nbsp; whatever the meat of the night is. She "happens" to look over at the half-elf. And if she get eye contact she'll give him one of her famous cheery smiles.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 11:02:31</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Tagged:</strong> Barbara<br><br>Rudy was rather impressed with Barbara's recitation. He didn't have a great head for poetry, as it was something he had never heard when he was back in his home enclave. The dwarves he grew up among could barely rhyme well enough to make a silly drinking song. He knew the bard wouldn't be able to see his face because of his high collar, but there was definitely a smile in his eyes as he thought about the words of the song. To him, they seemed provocative, although he wasn't really sure what all it meant. And it made him feel slightly shy, his cheeks coloring a bit as he thought about the parts of the poem that talked about matters of sex. He was fiddling with his high collar, so unbeknownst to him, a little more of his completely hairless face was visible and she would be able to see his blushing. "Wow. That's really good. Thank you, miss. Oh, um...I forgot to introduce myself. I'm called Rudy. Well...Rudorph, but...friends call me Rudy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 14:04:27</strong>
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				<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong> (http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) | <strong>Tagging:</strong> Rose<br><hr><br>Wessly whistled, impressed. <em>"Wow! Banned for beddin' the Queen! Now that's an accomplishment! That would make a great tale for the bards! They could call it... 'Ravaging The Crown' ...or something more eloquent. I'm not good with lyrics."</em> She grinned. The goblin took another quick drink and then turned to lean her side against the bar, the green gal more facing her companion now. <br><br><em>"Adventures, huh? Well, let's see.. I do know of a place not far.."</em> she mused, <em>"It's an old keep, so ancient that an entire forest grew around it. It's off to the west, deep within the Orlesian Woods. They say it was built to be impregnable. So much so, that when a massive storm destroyed the only entrances, nobody ever escaped. And so inside lay all the riches of a long forgotten kingdom!"</em> She told the story with hand gestures, in almost a whisper, as if talking about something that she was not supposed to be speaking of. Wes was a pretty good story teller, all things told. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 15:36:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly<br>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br>_________________________</div><br>Rose chuckled embarassedly, running her hand through her dark hair, "Well, I wouldn't call it an <em>accomplishment.</em> It certainly is something that doesn't happen too often..." As for the songs, she was never too sure, but she was rather confident that the bards back home would already have written a few little ditties about Rose and the Queen's misadventures in bed. <br><br>She cleared her throat and straightened up a little as her companion now spoke of adventures, though her eyes still couldn't resist sneaking a peek at her curves every now and then. Hey, spending months on a lonely road did that to people. Her eyebrows rose at the mention of the word "impregnable". "Well, how are we going to... pregnate... it then?" She asked, wondering what exactly the sexy goblin had up her sleeves. Rose was certainly not the best gladiator, above average at best, so breaking through an impregnable fortress sounded mighty demanding for her. The riches did sound good, however, and that was what piqued her interest. Well, that and the goblin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 23:41:19</strong>
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				Barbara had to admit the poem was a bit dark. She chuckled lightly, "Nice to meet you Rudy! I can do more poetry if you like or perhaps a song of good cheer to take some of the darkness away. I see a few new faces in here that look like they may need cheering!" <br><br>She continues to strum her lute and eyes the rather handsome man at the bar. He looked as if he had seen some rough times. Her playing was flawless and she desired to bring a smile to all of them. Her eyes took in the two women at the bar, who appeared to be having a good time with each other.<br><br>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBBMhn5nL0<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 05:21:43</strong>
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				<br>Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)<br><br>Lissa fails to get much of a reaction from her grumpy man. He'll come around she thinks to herself. He's just trying to eat in peace, I'll try him later... Lissa scans the room. She's not going to be picky tonight. She can't be. The two other girls at the bar seemed into each other. Perhaps they would be interested in the third? She listened in on their conversation. Both mercenaries, planning to impregnate someone? That... didn't seem like she heard right, but she didn't really want involved in that kind of thing. The other bard was flirting with the dwarf... Damn, I should have tried him first. She thought. Lissa starts eating into her food. Not willing to admit to herself that she was nervous about her chances... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 09:55:45</strong>
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				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; Tagged: Barbara and Lissa<br><br>Rudy smiled behind his collar and shook his head. "No, that's quite all right. If you're around for a while, perhaps I'll trouble you for another poem later. Feel free to play another tune so maybe some one other than me will give tips." The last was a joke, which he signified with a wink. He grabbed his mug and took another drink before looking around the taproom once more. He had noticed the newcomers and of the two, the obviously more notable was the catgirl. He had only seen her dance out of the corner of his eye and felt a little guilty for taking away her music. Without realizing it, he had started to tap his foot along with the music Barbara played. He nodded his head toward the cat girl in greeting as he enjoyed more of his drink. He was feeling relaxed after a long trip and when he had come in, he was just looking to relax, but something about the atmosphere in the room was making him feel more lively. <br><br>Feeling slightly more brave as he drank more ale on an empty stomach, he leaned over in his stool a bit and called to the cat girl, "Hullo, miss. Sorry for taking away your dancing music. I was just wanting to see if the lass had any good yarns to spin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 16:43:34</strong>
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				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)<br><br>Lissa looked up at the Dwarf. "It's okay, I have to eat at some point." She holds up her meat, before taking another bite. "Besides it sounded like a good poem. Bit dark for my tastes though." She washes down her meal with a swig of her drink. She decides to herself that she needs to keep the conversation going. She holds up her drink. "Did you see what he did with the first drink I ordered?" Alcohol was always a good conversation starter with dwarves right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 13:47:39</strong>
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				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Lissa<br><br>The mention of food made Rudy's stomach grumble and he was once more reminded that he had been hungry. He figured he could just eat some of his rations later, though, as he nodded at her words. "I just like hearing something new. Forty years of nothing but dwarven drinking songs left me wanting something a little more...artful." He shook his head as he looked at her drink. He had been too busy trying not to stand out at the time. "I think I missed it, but poetry isn't the only thing on the surface I'm interested in sampling."<br><br>It hadn't occurred to him that that might come off as flirtatious. He quickly finished his ale, thinking to have something else now that his thirst was slaked and seeing as how he wouldn't be retiring for the night any time soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 18:36:28</strong>
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				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)<br><br>Lissa grins at the flirtatious dwarf. (Or at least what she interpreted as a flirtatious dwarf.) She wasn't exactly a fan of men shorter than her, and he was totally bundled up so she couldn't really get a good look at him. But in a few hours, the back of her head reminded her, she was not going to care what was underneath all the clothes. As long as there was a dick in there somewhere. Plus he seemed kinda cute, dwarf without a beard. Now she had seen everything.<br><br>"Well, you chose the right woman for sampling. I've wandered all over the surface seeing all of the cultures and peoples. I've sampled all kinds of everything, and am not a half bad lute player myself. So what are you looking to sample? Food? Alcohol? Song? Dances? Something else?"<br><br>When she reached the final items on the list her voice started getting flirty. With a wink on "something else" And a smooth seductive tone in her voice she had hoped her message was clear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 09:14:12</strong>
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				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tagged: Lissa<br><br>Rudy wasn't sure at first if she meant she was a good person to sample or if she meant she was knowledgeable about things to sample. Lucky for him, his collar hid his blush. He looked down at his empty glass first, then held it up. He knew he was already feeling a little tipsy and that lent him courage. He decided that he would just go with it, just cut loose and let things happen as they would. "Well, I think a drink would be good to&nbsp; start with and then we could work our way from there?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 15:29:17</strong>
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				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Rudy, Bartender<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Perfect!"</tt> Lissa says. She's got her hook in, time to see if she can reel him in. <tt class="bbc_tt">"Bartender! Another fiery one please! You should watch this it's quite a good show.<br>&nbsp;Then we should probably find you something to eat."</tt><br><br>She scoots close to the dwarf, examining him even closer. <tt class="bbc_tt">My name is Lissa by the way. I'm a dancer who's been traveling the word. Trying to see it all I guess. I've never been underground though. What's that like?</tt>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 17:28:44</strong>
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				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Lissa<br><br>Rudy held his mug up as well, hoping to get the bartender's attention so he could get a refill, too. "Nice to meet you, Lissa. I'm called Rudy Smoothstone. A pleasure to meet you.<br><br>His cheeks turned red behind his collar, he was embarrassed that she had heard his stomach growl. He shook his head. "The kindly tavern keeper told me the kitchen was closed. I can just eat some rations in my room later and fill upat breakfast." He reached up and unbuttoned the top buttons of his collar, revealing the bottom half of his face, which was, as she could tell before, completely beardless. But he still had a strong jaw and his nose was much less bulbous than an average dwarf. He gave her a nervous grin, revealing clean, straight teeth. "It's...dark and dingy. Underground I mean. I'm...somewhat biased, but I didn't like it all that much. Especially the hold I was born in. Some dwarven clans are in decline. Wars with neighboring creatures and mines running dry can do that. Our enclave hadn't found any new viens of any decent size in generations and we had offended our allies. The remaining dwarves were all living in the past. Wanting to relive their glory days, they started perpetrating raids on the deep goblins and the other settlements nearby, calling it war and placing the value of the individual on how well he did in these raids. Also, they mistrusted anyone capable of using magic. I wasn't a wizard yet, though, so they just didn't like me becauseI was small and beardless."<br><br>He shook his head and looked down at his hands, hands that were still big by human standards, but not thick fingered and rough like average dwarf. "Some of the others weren't near as bad, since I've had plenty of opportunity since then to visit other dwarven enclaves since then. But my home soured me on it somewhat."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 21:41:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Rudy, Bartender<br><br>Oof... That's rough. &nbsp;Lissa says. Mentally reminding herself to ask about the good enclaves later. She didn't mind the lack of beard, her opinions on fur were you either went all the way like her, or just had it on your head. Weird patches on your face and naughty bits was just odd looking. Honestly though, without a beard she was having trouble thinking of him as a dwarf as opposed to a tiny human. But she was well traveled enough to know not to voice that thought out loud. <br><br>Well, I suppose it's my turn to talk. The catgirls... I paused briefly, Catgirls wasn't exactly what we called ourselves, especially since there were so many different variations of us. But it's not like anyone will recognize Kithrit around here.... Well, my tribe of catgirls at least. We're a communal group. Marrying into small dens of four or five. There's... a lot of focus on the family, staying with the tribe, helping the community. Putting the tribe before youself. I mean, I can't really say I didn't like my home. I was well loved and had friends. But I wanted to see the world, go out and explore! In reflection Lissa always thought she could have had a happy enough life if she stayed home. But at least for now was much happier on the road. <br><br>I do miss certain aspects of home... Back there there was always people willing to lend a hand with certain... sexual urges. Lissa blushes as soon as she says it. (Thankfully her fur covers that up for her.) She hadn't meant to bring up going into heat this soon, and instantly feared she went to fast and scared her fish away. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 06:57:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Lissa<br><br>Rudy shrugged, figuring he was well over his rather irksome past and tended to not give it much thought anymore. He looked down at his empty cup for a moment before turning to her. He was definitely interested in learning something more about her and her people. He was just getting ready to tell her that she was the first specimen of her species he had encountered, though he had heard scattered rumors of her folk. But then she mentioned sexual urges and he blushed once more and she would definitely be able to see it this time. He looked up at her and his eyes met hers.<br><br>"Well, that's...something a bit unfortunate," he said, trying to find the right words. He felt that he could relate, seeing as how he was a dwarf and among all the common races, the only one that prone to being attracted to dwarves was other dwarves. And given how very odd he was as a dwarf, being a beardless wizard, he was not often given much attention by females of his race. He cleared his throat. "But I mean...everyone has urges. And some, like say...a short, roundish elf or like...a beardless dwarf for instance...have a little trouble catching the eye of their own kind. But sometimes they find...open minded individuals of another race..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 23:00:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Rudy<br><br>Open-Minded. It was the first time Lissa heard that particular phrase, but she understood it instantly. It was music to her ears, it meant she had not scored her fish away. He mentioned him having difficulties of catching the eye of his own kind. Which Lissa thought was ridiculous. She had a much better look at the man now, and he was adorable. She just wanted to hold him in her arms and snuggle him all night... After some wild sex of course. Still, she figured telling him he looked like a great teddy bear would be counterproductive. She needed something else to flirt with him. Strong jaw, some beautiful eyes, and his nose was the best she had ever seen on a dwarf. She was liking what she saw.<br><br>Really? You seem like a good looking dwarf to me... Surely there are more things that dwarves care about than just a beard? Or perhaps you need someone a little more... open minded to give you a close examination for your good features. Lissa gives him a mischievous grin, and is openly looking at the parts of his body she suspects are good features covered up in clothes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 07:00:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tagged: Lissa<br><br>Rudy blushed once more as she spoke, unable to believe just how well this was going. He shrugged at her words. "Well, I can't say I know everything about the mind of the female dwarf, but I think it might also have to do with my chosen profession. But I suppose you have a point. No dwarf woman has ever taken the time to take a good look at me. They, like most of my people, are very close minded and stubborn."<br><br>He set his mug down and turned toward her more fully. He examined her a little more closely and he was really liking what he saw. He had been fascinated with the women of other races ever since he first came to the surface. Of course, he had seen a number of dwarven beauties, but something about how human and elf and other surface women were just...so tall...really did it for him. Truth be told, he had never actually gotten very far with any woman. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he would really like to see Lissa naked. He cleared his throat. "You know, I'm thinking this barstool isn't the most comfortable thing for a road weary dwarf such as myself. I'm thinking about seeing if these inn rooms have somewhere more comfortable to sit. Maybe you'd like to join me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 16:02:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Rudy<br><br>Had this been any other evening Lissa would have taken this opportunity to play hard to get, to get the man to pay for the room for the both of them. She was not above using her body to get free lodging... In fact since she learned how much some of the nearby nobles would pay for a night with a girl as exotic and skilled as her she's not had to worry about money much at all. Sadly she was unable to schedule anything tonight. She briefly wonders if the dwarf will ever realize that he's about to sleep with a woman that others have paid hundreds for. It certainly wasn't below her to bargain for a price, but this was not an opportunity that Lissa was going to risk losing. Besides... she was the one pursuing him anyway. She gets out her purse and quickly pays for her remaining tab. You're right, it would be much more comfortable upstairs. Do you already have a room? Or should we split the costs for one fifty fifty? <br><br>Then maybe we can let me get a good look at you. She says with a wink. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 21:47:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Lissa<br><br>Rudy in fact had no idea how much fortune was favoring him that evening. But he was extremely thankful for it,either way. And given how candid Lissa was being about her situation, Rudy was eager to show himself willing to work for it and aiming to please. He shook his head at her question. "I haven't gotten around to rentin one yet, no. And splitting the roomsounds more than fair to me."<br><br>The last, he said quietly, looking around the room for the first time in what felt like a while. He had no idea the goblin and the human gladiator were already at least as far if not further in their flirtations, so he was a bit selfconscious suddenly, for a brief second before deciding to just go with it. He smiled, still blushing, at her comment. He decided to try and play it cool a little. "Oh we can definitely do that. I'm eager tobe out&nbsp; f these traveling clothes, anyway."<br><br>He said nothing about just how eager he was to see her naked form, but as he put coins on the counter and got the bartender's attention toget a key, he made sure to give Lissa a good, long once over, practically eating her with his eyes, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 04:45:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Rudy<br><br>Lissa slaps down her half of the rent. Fantastic! She says as she jumps up. She stretches for a good long time. Arms over her head, back arching forward, she's putting her body is on full display. She's also pretending not to notice Rudy's once over. But a sly smile betrays that act. She walks slowly over to her stuff while you get your key. She picks her stuff up and heads over to the stairs anxiously, split tail swaying back and forth counter to the swaying of her hips. Whenever you're ready...She purrs...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 20:43:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Characters: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Lissa<br><br>The dwarf nodded and grabbed his gear from by the door and returned to follow her up the stairs, trying to play it cool once more and not seem too eager as he did it. He led the way once they got to the upstairs hallway and made his way to the door with the same number as his key. His hands shook a bit as he fumbled with the key in the lock. Then it was open. It wasn't that fancy of a room with just a table and some chairs as well as a bed. But there was a big window to look out onto the town from. He stood around at the door for a second, feeling nervous, before he set his stuff aside and took of his hat, revealing messy brown hair in a short cut that made him look younger than he was.&nbsp; He started to unbuckled the many straps and buttons that kept his gear together."Well, make yourself comfortable, Lissa," he said, shy smile on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 21:10:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: <strong> Lissa Chamila</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/51/da/51da5c2180636784f116e341085a8655.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Rudy<br><br>Lissa had to resist the temptation to immediately slip off her clothes. It seemed to be this mans first time, she shouldn't just jump straight into the action. She puts her stuff on the ground next to Rudy's and walks over to the window to admire the view. It's not bad at all, the huge window gave a clear view of the street outside. People rushed about in their day to day lives and Lissa could see them all quite clearly.&nbsp; Perhaps those in the street could see in just as well? The thought excited her. She waits a few moments to let him finish unbuckling his pack and then turns to look at him. Now let's see what your best features are... She says with a sly smile as she walks back to him. Then, she kneels down to be face to face with the dwarf. Running one hand up to caress his cheek she says Your face is certainly a good feature... What about your tongue? With that she leans in and gives the dwarf a deep kiss on the lips, sucking on his lower lip gently, pushing on his upper lip with her tongue, and encouraging his tongue to come out and meet hers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zekromnomnom</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 21:41:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: Rudy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tagged: Lissa<br><br>The dwarf grinned at her words, pulling his coat down over his shoulders,stopped by her before he could get much further. When she pushed against him and started kissing him, he was certainly surprised, but kissing actually was something he had done a bit before. He shrugged out of his coat while pushing back against her lips, his moving eagerly but with some practice. He got the message quickly and teased her tongue with his own. His left hand moved up to his neck to start loosening his shirt collar and the waist coat he wore over it. His right hand, small and long fingered for a dwarf hand, but still fairly wide and blunt fingered, moved along her side, feeling the fine fur covering her. He&nbsp; managed to get everything unbuttoned and opened his shirt, exposing his smooth skinned, toned chest. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: -=(&lt;The Glass Pelican (IC)&gt;)=-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorcus</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 21:52:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lissa kisses Rudy passionately for a while. But when she saw his chest she knew it was time to move on. She pulls away from her kiss and says. Not a bad tongue at all... Then she starts kissing down his neck. Working her way down to the chest, down to is delicious bare chest. Not even your chest has hair... I can't wait to find out if you have no hair down below... She grins, looking up at the dwarf's face again. Then she resumes her kisses, playing with his nipple as he removes his clothes. At the same time her hands are exploring her new lover, one has found its way around to grab his ass. And the other has reached down his pants to find out if he is shaved down below. Stroking his manhood with her furry bare hands, trying to get it to full size to see what she gets to play with. 
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