Rufren Mayata - Atayo City
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				Title: <strong>Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 00:17:45</strong>
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				The meeting adjourned, Bossman vaminoosed into one of his preferred dimensions once again, the Cartel members slowly shuffled out of the large chamber, nodded at silently by Barry the minotaur and a pouting Nyte, who squeezed Rufio's behind as he passed.<br><br>Nothing had been resolved, of course. <br><br>Oh, there had been some hits put out on known low-level Oligarchy members, but all the most important ones operated behind a veil of mystery, and were still managing to pull the strings. <br><br>Rufio had shared a cigarette with Jimmy the Raven, and compared coin tricks. Jimmy smoothed back his feathers and gloated about his own gathering of personal henchmen, bragging that he operated his own mini-crime syndicate on the south side of town. Ordinarily Rufio would have approved and inquired jealously as to how he was funding his own mob, but this time he had just shrugged.<br><br><em>And how long before your manpower is sniffed out by the Oligarchy and you have bits of your henchmen posted through your letterbox, Jimmy?</em><br><br>Rufio sighed as the two went their seperate ways. <em>It's not that we don't run this town anymore...it's that we don't even recognise it. </em><br>&nbsp;Back at his modest but comfortable basement apartment, Rufio washed, shaved, removed his eyepatch. Going through some breathing excersises he had picked up from a travelling elf nomad, he stared over at his door from where he lay on his double bed, wondering he would be doing something as relaxing as this when the Oligarchy came a-knocking. He wondered if he would be doing yoga, or masturbating, or eating ramen take-out when his door would be blown in by hired warlocks.<br><br>Wrenching his eyes away from his city map plasted to one of his walls, covered with arcane markings and glyphs representing Brimstone-operated rackets that only one of the Cartel would recognise, he lounged on his bed again and turned to one of the things that always cheered him up.<br><br>Pulling a large, weighty silver compass from underneath the bed, Rufio slowly licked the cool face and whispered a few words in ancient elvish. The silver face shimmered slightly, and slowly an image began to form, hovering an inch above the metal.<br><br>The image of a scantily-clad, bright blue haired girl, with petite horns on her pretty head. The image was, at most, six inches tall. It purred up at him.<br><br>"'Samatter, Rufy? I was kind of in the middle of poker with the Lilypatch fairies, but I can quit takin their acorns for a minute to talk to you. Sup?"<br><br>Rufio smiled wanly.<br><br>"Hello Sasha. Tell me something good about a half-breed still at large, and I'll summon you to my plane for a week."
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				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:03:48</strong>
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				[incoming largest post known to mankind, sorry.]<br><br>Princess Lilith Aurelia Violetta bounced softly as she traveled along the streets of Atayo atop her servant. There were a multitude of transportation available, but Lilith was quite content sitting on her servant Valentine's shoulders. He was built amazingly well, with a fit and muscular body, nicely toned.. Lilith's slim frame was practically weightless atop one of his shoulders. A small clink of armor could be heard with each step, a steady rhythm of thumps audible as the pair strolled through town.<br><br>Lilith peered out over the crowds with her piercing red eyes, her long blonde hair blowing gently in the wind. One would think she should attract a lot of attention, with her tiara, blood-red eyes, and her method of transportation. That was rarely the case. The princess had a particular air of elegance, superiority, and... mercilessness about her. Those that don't know about her are first intrigued, but soon find themselves compelled to look away without knowing why- as if their eyes know they're not worthy enough to gaze at her. Those that did know of her, had heard of the strange blonde woman nicknamed The Empress. They also knew that they wanted to have nothing to do with the woman if possible. In spite of being quite well known, any more details about her, or how she got her reputation, were shrouded heavily in mystery- Lilith had made sure of that.<br><br>Yes, she had spent quite some effort to keep her status as an Oligarch secret. However, even that was nothing compared to the measures she took to keep her half-breed status private. She was effectively the only person who knew, minus Valentine. He didn't really count as a person. The eight Oligarchs met rather infrequently- anything more than once every few weeks was unnecessary. Each of the members were powerful enough to hold their own, and knew the routine. Their organized system ensured that meetings rarely had to be called; everything usually was run according to plan and schedule. Each of the eight Oligarchs were mostly concerned with one area of crime, and saw to it that everything was running smoothly. Of course, they weren't restricted to that one field, but having an area of focus helped to keep things organized. <br><br>While other Oligarchs busied themselves and their subordinates with assassination, gambling, prostitution, etc.. Lilith chose to spend her time in drug trafficking. She didn't personally sell or use any of the drugs- they were much too crude for somebody like her. No, Lilith saw to it that the shipments came in on time, got to the right places, and occasionally, collected money. Today was one of those days. She directed Valentine here and there, checking up on the various dealers and walking away with a tidy sum of currency. The princess wasn't particularly interested in drugs or anything; it just happened to be the most steady and profitable trade. People always had a need for drugs, and it was her job to make sure they had it. Of course, that wasn't all she did. On other days, she would spend some time finding other dealers and either persuading them to work for her, or.. put them out of business. <br><br>Today's favorite drug was a new one, named 'Valkyrie'. It had recently hit the market, and was already one of the most popular. It wasn't too surprising though. The drug caused the user to slip into a semi-conscious state, letting them relive their happiest memories. The brain essentially played them back like a movie, and when it ended, they were thrown back into the cold and sad world; leaving them desperate for another dose. Lilith had toyed with the idea of becoming the sole provider of the new drug, but that would take careful planning- and it wouldn't be easy. Alas, she had more important things on her mind right now.<br><br>Arriving at a small alley, she slipped off of Valentine's shoulder and landed in front of a fairly large door. Turning to face the handsome servant, Lilith lightly ran her finger down his armored chest all the way down to his crotch, pressing right up against him. She licked the side of his face with her long tongue and purred a little. <br><br>"So, Valentine? Are you finally going to let me play with you today?" she teased, caressing his cheek lovingly.<br><br>"Princess. You know-" she cut him off as he started to respond respectfully.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah. Nobody for you but your long lost love." She rolled her eyes and stepped through the door, leaving him to stand guard outside. He sure got on her nerves sometimes. Valentine had been a bounty hunter who fell in love with his prize, choosing to escape with her rather than complete his job. She had resurrected him as a servant when he fought off dozens of enemies, buying time for his love to escape, hence the name she gave him. As brilliant of a warrior as he was, he eventually was overwhelmed and killed- not before dealing heavy casualties to the enemy though. Now, he served Lilith while searching for his lost love; he had all the time in the world though, thanks to the immortality granted to him by her contract. <br><br>"What's the use having such a handsome servant when he won't even sleep with you?" she pouted as she left Valentine outside. She was just teasing him though. Lilith could never be mad at him. He was so courteous, so beautiful.. a real knight in shining armor. The one named 'Quake' had been reading a book in his armchair when Lilith had strolled in quietly. She placed herself behind him and slid her hands down his huge chest, rubbing him and massaging softly.<br><br>'Quake', as he was called, was a minotaur. Kind of. He was small, probably the smallest minotaur ever born. Though neither of them knew exactly, they suspected he was a half minotaur due to his more humanoid shape and smaller size. But next to Lilith, he was every bit the giant that he was meant to be. Plus, he was strangely intelligent, one of his favorite hobbies being to study. Him and Lilith had known each other for quite some time, having met when she first arrived in Atayo. Though they were old friends, he was currently Lilith's fuck toy. With Valentine being as pure as an angel, she needed to satisfy her needs <em>somewhere</em>, and Quake's overly huge cock was a perfect solution. It was probably just over twice the length and width of any regular penis, human or otherwise. Thankfully, Lilith wasn't exactly human herself, or it would probably split her open. <br><br>Quake groaned in frustration as Lilith spun around the chair, kneeling in between his legs.<br><br>"Agh, not you again.. you came just yesterday! Can't you find someone else to play with, you damn sex-crazed demon?" Lilith smiled as he complained. He was usually more co-operative, but she caught him today in the middle of a book. But as her fingers expertly removed his pants, his massive erection sprung free, already nice and hard for her.<br><br>"Well, it seems you're glad to see me too. By the way, could you hurry up and die already? This would be much less inconvenient if you were my servant." She opened her mouth wide after speaking, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit.. which was about half. Her long, demonic tongue expertly snaked its way around his shaft, licking all over to coat it in saliva. Lilith sucked on his cock to the best of her ability- it was hard to do fine movements with a baseball bat in your mouth. She smiled inside as she saw Quake about to speak, but close his mouth quickly to stifle a moan. She worked on his erection for awhile to get him warmed up, using her tongue to flick up and down the tip. Lilith let him out of her mouth with a nasty slurping noise, leaving it completely coated in her saliva.<br><br>Quake remained sitting on his armchair as Lilith placed her hands on his shoulders. Using them as leverage, she slowly lowered herself onto his gigantic cock, moaning in satisfaction as it impaled her. She slowly began to move up and down, literally being completely filled with every bounce. For the next two hours, Valentine stood patiently outside, trying not to pay too much attention to the overly loud grunts and squeals from inside. He didn't even flinch when the door suddenly started to thump in rhythm, Quake having moved Lilith across the room to take her against the door.<br><br>After an eternity of waiting, Lilith walked out of the door, as composed as she was when she entered. She looked perfectly normal, elegant, clean. Valentine knew the drill and knelt down so she could climb onto his shoulder. Within moments, the pair were on their way back to the mansion.<br><br>"You smell disgusting." Valentine commented with a serious tone.<br><br>"Why, thank you." Lilith replied, equally as serious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 20:46:41</strong>
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				Quintin yawned and sat up, this town had not been so bad to him. the Hound archon patted the side of the human woman who'd shared his bed that evening, kissing her gently on the cheek, he brushed her hair aside. "did you enjoy it?" she simply sighed contentidly. well she's wanted an in depth interview, and this reporter had gotten his best.<br>He called her a breakfast ate his own, kissed her again and got dressed.<br>White leather vest and pants, steel toe boots. he was acclimating to Ayato's culture amazingly well, even if he kept his innate Goodness. he wondered for a moment wether to go for another round, but eventually decided against it.<br><br>The band would meet up that night as they always did, at some bar and play the night away.<br>but for now he had an entire day to kill, and some bounties to hunt.<br><br>He looked over the list, he'd compiled backgrounds on each bounty, kept tabs. today a few hits were out on the O.O. low level members, according to his files most were petty thugs and hitmen. "that's the thing about hitmen... you never feel bad about collecting"<br>he simply walked to the first target's home, it was raining slightly, and it was looking to be a beautiful day, calm, cool, like the skys cried a little for Ayato being controlled by such thugs. Then again Quintin thought every day was beautiful in it's own way. he even gave a few gold to a man begging on the corner, nodded with a smile and continued on.<br>When he reached the target's home, it was not well defended, couple of thugs standing outside. Quintin jumped up and climbed the fire escape to the appropate floor, he could have flown but that attraced onlookers. when the reached the man's floor, he could see him in the window, some old overweight man in a suit, he was at his laptop, punching in runes, counting cash.<br>Quintin lined up a shot, he knew where it was going to hit, before he aimed. one does not aim a bow with a sharp eye alone, you had to have the feel for it, know the varibles.<br>the shot hit home like a lightning bolt. and he was off.
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				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 01:48:03</strong>
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				Seating in his office, inside of the small manor that served as home to both his person and his business, Ducard sat behind his desk, perusing the summary cards that served as the easy way of the Oligarch keeping track of the information gathered by his network of informants and investigators. Each one had a name and time on it, saying who it was related to and the time that the information was gathered, provided a code for the filing system, and was colour-coded based on the type of information; a blue stripe meant daily business, a red one for things out of the ordinary, with a number of others for more detail. The best stripe, in Ducard's eyes, was the aptly-chosen black one, which meant material that could provide potential leverage for blackmail. The cards did not, in themselves, provide any information, but rather made it easy for the Oligarch to narrow down the vast number of reports to be perused when searching for a particular subject.<br><br>Ducard spotted a blue-striped card with the assumed name of Lilith Violetta, his fellow Oligarch. Looking at the time, he chuckled slightly, with a mirthless smile on his face. "Like clockwork," he murmured, referring to Lilith's sex life. He always kept track of his fellow Oligarchs, his potential rivals. Aside from a small laugh, Lilith's liason with the minotaur was not of any value to him, the girl's shamelessness making it useless as blackmail and her ruthlessness making it relatively worthless in terms of threat against her paramour. Moving on, he continued browsing the cards, but nothing interesting showed up. Shrugging, he rose from his seat, running his red-scaled right hand through his hair, being careful with the sharp claws so as not to scratching himself.<br><br>Walking out of his office, Ducard was immediately tailed by two beautiful women garbed in smooth silks revealing most of their gorgeous bodies. The Oligarch was preoccupied, however, and did not even note their presence as he made his way through the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 02:19:46</strong>
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				Sasha cocked her pretty little head to one side and put on her best "thinking face", her eyes scrunched up, painted lips stuck out, small leathery wings twitching. It was a good offer. A week's summoning meant a whole lot of fun without consequences on the plane of Rufren, and she knew Rufio kept his promises - to sustain her on a material plane in human form would require a small shrine, or worship...of any kind. It wasn't always traditional, but Rufio was enthusiastic and energetic in his...rituals.<br><br>"Well...half-breeds are a lil bit hazy at the moment...there are definately some in the Outlands, but I couldn't put a finger onnem."<br><br>Rufio rolled his eyes away from the small glowing projection. <em>He</em> could have told Sasha that.<br><br>"...but I could tell ya about some things goin on in your hometown, Rufy."<br><br>Sasha wiggled as she remembered some valuable tidbits of information that could be of value to her human benefactor.<br><br>"Yeah! There's some guy in town...an old dude...least I <em>think</em> he's old..."<br><br>"Get to the point, sweetie."<br><br>"Olrite olrite! Look, he's in town and he's a tough cookie. Works for people, does oddjobs, captures toughies..."<br><br>Rufio had become accustomed to Sasha's use of her own terminology for renowned or dangerous beings.<br><br>"A bounty hunter? Well, despite being able to think of five off the top of my head who are reliable and fairly loyal to the Cartel, I guess he must be a hardcase if you're mentioning him."<br><br>"Damstrate! His name's Black, I think. Did a job on that God Hound a while back..."<br><br>Rufio's eyebrows arched. The fiend of the Karkel Mountains was no average bounty.<br><br>"...but listen. There's more, too. A flying doggie guy, and I'm hearin a lot about those meanies...the Olive Barkers - "<br><br>" - Oligarches."<br><br>"Yah yah, olrite! There's two you need to be lookin out for, soon. A pretty blonde one who likes blood, and a scaly red one who likes cards. I don't know any more than that, and you know as always I can't tell ya who told me."<br><br>Rufio nodded absently, his mind already racing. It was some unwritten rule of the fae/mortal information exchange. One could receive information from a contracted entity, but one knew said entity could never reveal their sources. <br><br><em>We rarely get any information on the Oligarches. This is big. </em><br><br>"Thank you, Sasha. You're as stellar as always. I'll get on the summoning ritual right away, and we'll go visit Bossman."<br><br>Squee-ing in pleasure, clapping her hands and fluttering her wings, Sasha blew a kiss up to Rufio, and then vanished, the deep blue projection popping out, like a big wet bubble.<br><br>Rufio reclined again on his bed, slipping the silver compass underneath a pillow. He stretched his limbs out, and stroked his jaw. Mulling over what he had learned, grudgingly planning a visit to the Bossman, he began to plot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 06:19:49</strong>
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				Lilith was on her way back home, to her mansion. She lived almost at the outskirts of town, her house constructed atop a fairly large hill. Strangely, it was the only house in the neighborhood, and passerby often wondered why a single house stood alone atop the hill. The answer was fairly simple; Lilith had bought out the entire neighborhood long ago, and demolished each and every house. There was no real reason for doing so, as the princess didn't mind living near others. It had happened rather spontaneously, as with most of her decisions. <br><br>Looking out the window one day, Lilith had decided the houses obstructed her view of the city. The next day, she had already sent out evacuation notices along with a price tag at the bottom. The value of the houses had been considerably less than what she offered, but money was something she had too much of. Besides, she didn't want to have to haggle with those people she considered lower class. The deal was more than amazing, and the residents were happy to take the money and go elsewhere. Within a week, the neighborhood had become nice, quiet, and demolished for Lilith's viewing pleasure.<br><br>Surprisingly, the mansion wasn't the sparkling palace of riches one would expect from an extravagant person like Lilith. It was actually quite small in terms of a mansion, and looked more like a haunted house. The house was made with regular materials; bricks, wood, insulation.. nothing reinforced or special. Lilith had always been rather lax when it came to security, seemingly unprepared every time she had been attacked. In the end though, she was the one that ended with the upper hand. Not one person knew how she accomplished it, whether she had planned it far in advance, improvised, or was just lucky- but that was part of the mystery. The bricks used for her house seemed worn and tattered, and looked like they had been there for centuries. However, the house had been built like that to suit Lilith's eccentric tastes, and nobody knew why. The real reason, though she would never admit it, was that it reminded her of the royal palace where she spent a short period of her life in. Even the cold princess got a little homesick sometimes. The house seemed to be covered in rows of french windows, making it look like a cross between a church and mansion. Plants and vines had grown and crept their way up the walls, covering the majority of the windowless space. She had gone out of her way to plant trees all around the area, turning the immediate area into something akin to a forest. Even the trees, however, were deadened and gnarled. Their leaves were strange and had a haunting shape in the moonlight, but then again, Lilith had imported them from god knows where.<br><br>As if to contrast the exterior, the inside of Lilith's mansion was everything you would expect from a beautiful mansion. Beautiful white tiles lined the floor, seeming to keep their sparkle no matter seemed to touch them. Each small square could almost be used as a mirror if one leaned close enough. Beautiful crystal chandeliers lit up the interior, but the furniture was quite lackluster compared to the floors and the lighting. Lilith had fairly standard furniture; the only thing was that they were mostly white in color. The walls were dressed with various mirrors, paintings, and weapons. They ranged from the common crossed swords on the wall, to chainsaws, to strange doodads that had no usefulness whatsoever. Even some of the paintings were just blank canvasses. The interior design of Lilith's mansion could be summed up by one word- random.<br><br>As they slowly made their way back to the strange mansion, Valentine suddenly spoke.<br><br>"Princess. About the shipment of Valkyrie, I've-" he began, not before he was silenced by Lilith with a quiet hush noise. It was a common occurrence for the pair, him speaking just to be cut off.<br><br>"You're always so serious, Val. I don't want to hear about work right now." That was a lie, however. Lilith had been thinking about it for quite some time; she wasn't just slacking off during the long piggyback rides throughout the day, and she certainly wouldn't have stayed one of the eight Oligarchs if she was such a person. <br><br>The next shipment of the addictive Valkyrie was due to arrive at the end of the week, which happened to be tomorrow. Though every ounce of the powder had already been bought by one person or another, that wouldn't stop anyone from trying to steal the shipment- Cartel or Oligarchy included. Lilith was quite convinced there would be a fight down at the local warehouses on the night of the delivery. After all, the shipment was worth a fortune. Gaining control of it would mean both power, and riches, not to mention an almost-monopoly of Valkyrie. <br><br>"Val, how many minions do we still have left?" she asked the handsome blonde, moments after she cut him off.<br><br>"None, princess. You sent them all to kill that dragon that has been spotted nearby the city."<br><br>"Did I?" she asked innocently, knowing the answer quite clearly.<br><br>"Yes. You had wanted it as a servant, you mentioned it would look quite handsome in its human form."<br><br>"Oh? Well, how'd they do?" Lilith maintained her innocence, though it was clearly her idea.<br><br>"Completely obliterated, princess." She pouted, rather disappointed that the 50-something minions had all been wiped out by a single dragon. Though her powers prevented her from resurrecting somebody she or her servants have killed, it didn't stop her from sending other people to do it.<br><br>"Could you hire a dragon-slayer to kil-" Now it was Valentine's turn to cut her off.<br><br>"Already did."<br><br>Smiling, she let herself relax as they neared the outskirts of town. Valentine, aside from being her servant, acted as her secretary and general assistant. Rather, he did most of the work she was supposed to do. Managing finances, keeping up with their crime activities, dealing with problems.. Where he found the time to do so, Lilith would never know. For now though, she was quite content to head home and shower. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 10:32:48</strong>
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				Ducard was seated back behind his desk a little while later, once again perusing cards after an afternoon snack of coffee and chocolate cake. He roved the cards, looking for significant names and stripes to indicate something of worth to him. His network was divided into two major aspects; investigation and observation. Investigation was more specific, and did not involve the cards that he was browsing at this moment. It was a specific call for looking into a person's background and activities, with every single act being written down. Observation was more general, and consisted of watching assigned marks and locations, and simply observing their activities for information that could be useful down the line. The cards were essentially updates on the general goings-on of a particular observation assignment.<br><br>Suddenly, something showed up that caught the Oligarch's eye. A red-striped card, something that was not part of everyday activity. "Valentine," he murmured. Lilith's aide, along with bodyguard and a cornucopea of other functions, aside from Lilith's preferred social activities, though nothing more than general mention of romantic connections with another had ever been rooted out. "Bring me report V724-7," Ducard called out to the men stationed in the hall, one of the suited men leaving his post at the door to run to the filing room in the basement. Underneath Ducard's mansion was a nest of information that would make a head of state cream in their pants. The security was also enough to give a king an orgasm, with some of the best soldiers in the Opal Oligarchy, foot-thick steel doors, weekly password changes, and a few tricks set up by the magical Oligarch himself.<br><br>Soon enough, the man returned with several pages of paper, a few of quick notes written with a pencil and one sheet that was typed out on a typewriter in an organized format pre-determined by the Oligarch. Browsing it, a slight furrow in his eyebrows were the only thing to betray Ducard's interest. "Dragon slayers, eh?" he murmured. Valentine was looking for dragon slayers. Which translated to Lilith looking for dragon slayers. "Get me any reports on dragons within two days travel on horseback from the city," he said, rising from his seat and walking out of the room with several of his hirelings trailing him. It would be a more difficult search than the first, as they would have to peruse the records thoroughly without such a convenient method of discovery.<br><br>Meanwhile, Ducard made his way to a smaller room down the hall, with several large wardrobes and an entire wall as a mirror. Opening all the doors, he began to peruse the first closet, filled with as many kinds of clothes as could be found in a store. Selecting a large, ragged robe of brown fabric and a roughed-up, wide-brimmed hat of the same colour, the Oligarch began to undress from his colourful demonhide. It made him slightly uncomfortable, as the clothes provided considerable protection, but he ignored that as he folded his wings as tightly as possible before putting the coat on over a dirty linen shirt and horsehide pants with matching boots. Grabbing a pair of leather gauntlets, he closed the first wardrobe and moved on to the second, opening it to reveal uncountable amounts of small cosmetic features, from creams to change skin colour to eye patches to fake scars to false facial hair. <br><br>Grabbing a thick black wig and setting it aside, Ducard rubbed a juice that darkened his tanned skin further to a swarthier colour before adding a number of false scars and an eyepatch over his left eye. Sliding the false mane of black hair over his head, adjusting it to make it convincing, he put the large hat on to hide any remaining signs of his horns before covering both his hands in leather gloves. Turning to the mirror, he proceeded to look himself over. Aside from general height and build, the only feature that he had not changed or distorted were his eyes, which remained a deep hazel. Slouching to adjust his height, he nodded with approval and stepped out the door.<br><br>The rough and rangy individual, with old wounds and mangy clothes, was all but unrecognizable from the polished Oligarch that had entered the room that Ducard had set aside for disguises. But underneath, the cogs were turning as the sorcerer grabbed several large knives from the armoury and made his way out of the manor. With a few leather belts and a stick, he had stiffened his left leg to add a slight limp to his step, and thus clothed Ducard Lorenze, leading member of the Opal Oligarchy, made his way towards the home of his peer that was known as the Empress. "If she wants a dragon slayer," he growled in a raspy voice quite different from his cold and polished one, "then I'll give the Empress a dragon slayer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 22:59:05</strong>
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				Lilith let herself slide off of Valentine when they finally arrived at the main door. The trip from the edge of the forest to here alone took 15 minutes, if you knew the way. She ran a hand through her long hair, making sure it wasn't tangled or anything as she waited for Valentine to open the door. Lilith noticed some dark clouds starting to form in the sky in the distance, well outside of the city's walls. They seemed to swirl around in a spiral, mesmerizingly rotating around a central point in the sky. A flash of lightning lit up the sky for a brief moment before the dark clouds returned.<br><br>"Princess?" asked Valentine, who had been holding the door open. <br><br>Returning from her little distraction, Lilith silently walked through the door and removed her shoes. The house was quite empty, and she had yet to hire servants after the old bunch had quit. After all, not everyone could handle her eccentricities and still keep their sanity. The foyer was largely empty, with a wide staircase that led to the second floor. The second floor held the bedrooms, office, library, and guest rooms. The first floor was mostly empty rooms, with elegant reclining chairs and dining tables near the windows. After all, only two people lived here, and it was a mansion, albeit a small one.<br><br>Slowly walking up the massive staircase, she turned and looked at Valentine who had been following her.<br><br>"Val, I want that dragon dead before the Valkyrie shipment arrives." she waved him off, letting him know he was free to do whatever. <br><br>"Oh, and you might want to encourage them to bring umbrellas." Lilith added with a smile. What an interesting little creature.. from the reports, he was just a little dragon- about the size of a small plane. Judging by the storm clouds in the distance, he was a water-type. <em>Perfect for watering the trees,</em> she thought as she headed to her bedroom.<br><br>Lilith arrived at her bedroom after a short walk, slipping out of her dress. She let it fall off her shoulders first, moving her arms away so the clothing fell to the floor. Strolling over to the gigantic wardrobe, she picked out a new dress before heading into the adjacent bathroom. <br><br>She examined herself on the mirror, twisting slightly to seemingly look at her ass. Lilith had wanted to check out her mark, the royal crest that had been placed on her lower back. It was similar to a tattoo, but was usually not visible. Currently, it glowed blood red, telling Lilith that she needed to do a little 'recharging'.<br><br>Stepping into the shower, the hot water began to flow and steam up the surrounding glass. Lilith had insisted that almost everything in the bathroom be made of glass, another odd quirk of hers. She closed her eyes and began to think. She only needed to replenish her energy once a year, to keep her powers at their optimum level. A simple bath in some fresh blood would be enough, but she was quite picky about the humans she used. After she finished cleaning herself, Lilith re-clothed herself and wandered off to find Valentine, already planning for a night of fun with a few attractive humans.<br><br>She met up with him in the office, listening to his short report without interrupting, for once. Everything was running smoothly it seems, after all, why wouldn't it? Their system was quite organized, almost flawless. <br><br>"I'm going to nap. You should rest as well.." Lilith told her companion. "..not that I care, of course." she added before turning away, heading back towards her room with the intention of curling up in bed. Besides, Valentine took care of most things anyway; all she had to do was come up with the planning. As for the dragon-slayer, well, he was perfectly capable of hiring people to do jobs- she wouldn't need to bother with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 20:18:20</strong>
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				The Bossman had been worked up.<br><br>Cutting Rufio off completely before he could utter a single syllable about Oligarches, the crackling black miasma had snarled excitedly about some creature that had cropped up just outside of Atayo. Bossman had spies watching the thing, and apparantly a conflict had come and gone - the creatre (a young dragon, as it happened) had killed an aggressive mob of nearly fifty armed men and goons. By itself. <br><br>Bossman wanted it. Bossman got what he wanted.<br><br>Rufio pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes as he strolled from HQ, Barry the minotaur giving him a sympathetic pat as he left (a pat that felt like having a slab of onyx dropped on you from a height).<br><br><em>Maybe Bossman needs to assess his priorities.</em><br><br>The cigar-smoking ephemeral head of the Brimstone Burger Cartel wasn't stupid though - oh, no. He had seen that brute force didn't work, so Rufio wasn't being tasked to capture it. No, no. Rufio was being sent out into the fringes of the Outlands laying just beyond Atayo city to <em>reason</em> with a dangerous, homicidal dragon. <br><br>Sasha (newly summoned to Rufren, and ecstatic about it, too) popped into being at Rufio's side, fully human proportioned now, apart from her tiny horns and the small leathery wings that keeping her bobbing along a few inches off the ground as Rufio walked.<br><br>"C'mon, Rufy! This is gonna be so much fun! 'Sides, Bossman gave you that heat shield thingy..."<br><br>Rufio had been given a small amulet, from the Cartel's dwindling stockpile of magical and charmed artifacts. This brass, simple looking item that currently beat against Rufio's collarbone gently with every step, was designed specifically to counter water-magic. A precaution lest the dragon-bargaining didn't go exactly to plan.<br>&nbsp;Generating a glowing, shimmering wall of incredible heat around the wearer at will, the brass amulet would give temporary protection against most forms of water-based attacks. Still, though. It, being part of the Cartel's stockpile, was <em>old</em>. <br><br>Rufio grumbled something about why exactly the trans-dimensional Bossman couldn't have tea with the dragon himself, and shouldered his way crossly past other Atayo citizens, aiming for the GEST station. <br><br>The Getro Exemplary Suspended Trams system was an innovation in Atayo...an innovation run and operated by gnomes. Gnomes and twenty-foot tall golems, to be precise. A confusing and bizarre array of levers, pipes and incredirope (super-strong twine alloy, another gnomish invention) surrounded clunky but robust metal cabins, attached by their rooves to overhead pulleys. At gnomish command, the huge golems would heave on one end of incredirope or other, painted in various shades denoting which cabin they were attached to, and the suspended trams would be lurched out along the system of incredirope, out of Atayo and to one of three stations in the Outlands. Despite the general populace's concern at having a gnome-operated public transport system, the invention had proven to be quite reliable, and the GEST owners soon found themselves in quite a bit of Atayan money, that they promptly spent on employing other gnomes with tin loudspeakers to sing to people entering the station "Be our guests!" , a pun that the gnomes found, and continue to find, so funny, that it has nearly caused death through asphyxiation in a number of gnomish employees.<br><br><br>Shuffling through the entrances with other commuters, Rufio (Sasha having poofed back down to imp size, gazing happily out of the top of Rufio's jacket breast pocket, having small fits of excitement every time she saw a cabin take off on its rickety journey away from Atayo) was less than gently coerced into a cabin by three-foot gnome "station managers". The metal contraption began to sway as, somewhere far away, a golem began to tug on a yellow string of incredirope, and Rufio gave up his hard-earned seat for an old elf gentleman, with huge eyebrows that drooped grey plumes to the floor. <br><br>As Rufio forced a smile and motioned begrudgingly for the old timer to take his seat, the eyebrows quivered once as the aged elf looked up through bleary eyes at Rufio, eyes that blazed with excitement.<br><br>"Y-you! One of the Brimstone boys!"<br><br>Rufio's heartbeat immediately doubled, and his eyes darted this way and that for the cabin exit. With growing dread, he saw through the window that the cabin was now high in the air, far away from stopping until the Outlands station, some twenty minute journey yet. <br><br>"Rube, s'atchaname? Say, here, Rube m'boy. Remember Clariet? 'Member a sweet little Clariet? Ne'er got a chance to thank one of you boys...she's a teacher now, y'know! My little granddaughter..."<br><br>Rufio was lost in a void of confusion for a second before dawning realisation lit up on his chiselled features. Clariet had been a young, lively little elfgirl who had got herself up to her pointy ears in debt to a private loan shark. The Cartel, making its business knowing about situations like this all over Atayo, had <em>convinced</em> the shark that this particular debt was worth nothing, and to relinquish any binding contract over Clariet. In return, they had recruited the sweet elfgirl to work for them part-time, for five years. Being on call to the Cartel was never a savoury prospect, but Clariet had no other option. After getting her to front small frauds and heists (who would suspect such a sweet little elfmaiden?), the Cartel kept up its end of the bargain after the five years had passed, and relinquished their contract on her, setting her up in a tealady role at a prestigious highschool that Rufio had spent a term at. Apparantly this old codger was her grandfather, and Clariet had risen the ranks and become a teacher at the school. Rufio smirked to himself as the old elf rattled on. <br><br><em>After spending a couple of years with the Cartel, I wonder what approach Clariet takes to teaching? I'd love to be present on </em>those<em> PTA meetings...</em><br><br>The elven grandfather prattled on for the entire journey, about how the "Brimstone boys" saved his granddaughters life, and what was dabbling in a spot of light crime compared to that? Rufio cast sideways glances and wished the old man wasn't garnering so much attention, but deep down, bloomed with pride.<br><br><em>This is the pulse that keeps the Cartel on its feet. Just.</em><br><br>As the suspended cabin lurched and jolted its way into the Outlands, Rufio had to put his pride to one side and concentrate...<br><br><em>Now...how to make friends with a dragon...</em><br><br>[Continued in the Outlands (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74113.0) ]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 05:06:21</strong>
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				Quintin was annoyed, fine time to take the GEST... between target 1 and 2 it was the fastest way across the city. unless someone pissed off the operator, and he would be waiting for repair crews to clear the track of debris... the Gnomes on the line held a miniture strike claiming that other repair crews were paid better... took all afternoon to resolve.<br>and of course the target was now an afternoon off the scheduled location. Ineffency irritated him to no end but he wasn't going to fly off the handle... like a couple of other passangers in the car.<br>Still Quintin needed the money. A couple more good days, and his debt would be paid off in full.<br>so he had to switch lines, tonight the venue was a small boom town in the outlands, small place, but the miners made good amounts of gold and liked their music. The band Black &amp; White was actually made up of good and evil outsiders, 3 archons 3 devils... there was a lot of tension before a show, but during the shows their lawful natures made them have one heck of a harmony.<br>they just went theirseperate ways at the end of the night, and stayed out of each other's lives.<br>When the train stopped at the station he simply stepped on, gutar and bow case in hand, and sat down in a corner to himself beginning to think up a tune, humming to himself happily and drumming on the case. a couple passangers looked annoyed at him but the beat was good it harmonized with the rough GEST ride.<br>The local news was saying somthing about a "Dragon Warning" for the outlands in the direction he was headed. with the entire band there, they had nothing to worry about. maybe that was one of the reasons they were offered so much for a gig.<br>ahh well... enpough thinking
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 09:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/6402/topleftk.jpg)(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/9712/topright.jpg)<br>(http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9991/botleft.jpg)(http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/8642/botrighte.jpg)</div><br><div class="floatright">(http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/9839/topleftz.jpg)(http://img693.imageshack.us/img693/6203/toprightp.jpg)<br>(http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/9991/botleft.jpg)(http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/5529/botright.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">[Pictures of outfit included.]</div><br><br><br>Lilith had strangely chosen to live in the smallest bedroom of the house, an average sized room that would be commonly found in many Atayan houses. The master bedroom, the largest in the house, was unoccupied. She had reserved that room for 'special' events, but even then the room wasn't always used. Besides, most of the place was unused anyway- the mansion was much too big for Lilith to live in, at least for the amount of servants she was keeping.<br><br>As if her room choice wasn't strange enough, she had kept her room relatively simple. At the far end of the rectangular-shaped room, was a basic wooden desk, under a window. Next to the desk was her bed, with a similar wooden frame. Clean white satin sheets covered the mattress, a white fluffed up pillow resting at the front of the bed. A small bookcase was positioned next to the desk, its shelves lined with various books that were for entertainment. The last pieces of furniture were on the far side of the room, a giant wardrobe and a full-length mirror.<br><br>Currently, she was curled up in bed and sleeping on her side. Blonde hair was draped around her face and the surroundings, shockingly colourful on top of the white sheets. Her blanket was being used as a hug me pillow; both of her arms were wrapped around it, her long legs intertwined with the soft fabric. Stirring softly, she began to wake up from the short nap. <br><br>She detached herself from the blanket and slipped out of bed, shivering slightly. Lilith had the habit of sleeping naked, enjoying the feeling of her silky sheets on her body. Slipping out of bed was always a little irritating for her due to the temperature difference. She quickly crossed the room, not wanting to idle in the cold for any longer. Standing in front of her wardrobe, she opened it and picked out a much shorter dress than usual. Tonight was a bit unique, and she needed to be especially alluring; not that she wasn't usually. Picking out a dress that showed off her legs, Lilith matched it with high-heels for the same purpose, though they were the type that would be hard to walk in.<br><br>Satisfied, Lilith strolled off to find Valentine again, heels in hand and flinging about. She soon arrived at the office room, door still open from before. About to speak, she closed her mouth when she entered the office- he had fallen asleep in the large office chair. Even asleep, he seemed to be his usual mix of serious, calm, attractive.. Quietly making her way over to his side, she wrote a quick note and placed it in front of him.<br><br>"I'm going out." she whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek. Within a few minutes, Lilith had stepped out the door. She walked as calmly as ever through the dark forest, keeping her elegant posture even with the ridiculous heels on her feet. It felt a bit strange, going somewhere without her companion. The two were almost never apart. <br><br>After doing much more walking than she was used to, Lilith arrived in front of a certain strip club. Her expression had been unchanged during the entire walk, a calm, almost blank look. She hadn't broken a sweat, creased her dress, or looked any different from when she stepped out of the house. Now, a smile drew across her lips- a devilish, mischievous smile. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside the well known place. This club had a certain.. rumor. That is, if you didn't want to sleep alone that night, it was the place to be. The rumor had been completely untrue when it circulated, but eventually it proved itself otherwise- it turned out to be a self fulfilling prophecy of sorts.<br><br>Regardless, the place was known to house all sorts of individuals, but almost all of the customers here were just looking for a good lay anyway. Lilith scanned the place extremely quickly, already having picked out three.. lucky men. The crest above her ass started to get warmer, sensing that the time to feed was approaching. Her eyes seemed to be a little more red than usual, almost having a faint glow to it. <br><br>Her first target was a very arrogant man, having been quickly rejected by most of the women just because of his attitude. He thought of himself as the greatest thing ever created, having a ridiculously exaggerated sense of his own ability. That wasn't important though. Lilith licked her lips as she approached the lonely man- he would be so delicious..<br><br>In a matter of minutes, she had finished seducing him, teaching him how to get to her mansion, and had a quick drink as well. He had been easy to attract, after his luck so far. It might have helped that Lilith showered him with praises. Usually, she would have just ordered him to go to her house- she was certainly beautiful enough to do so, even if she didn't have a mysterious aura about her. <br><br>She picked out another man who was receiving a lap dance not far from her. She could almost taste the lust that he had in his body with how strong it was. He was one step away from raping the stripper in front of him, his erection threatening to rip through his pants. Walking over, she whispered something in his ear, while slipping him a note with directions. He had almost cum when he turned to see her leaning over him, an alluring smell reaching his nose. He almost drooled as Lilith turned towards her last target, walking more seductively than she had to.<br><br>The last man was much younger; more like a boy. He had just reached the allowed age, and was dragged here by his friend to 'show him how to do it'. Of course, his friend had no success himself, or any idea of what he was doing. He just wanted to show off to his buddy, being a few years older than him. That made it all the better when Lilith had silently appeared at their table, straddling the younger boy and stealing a tongue-filled, passionate kiss out of the blue. She could hear his friend's jaw hit the table as she disengaged from the boy, slipping him the directions along with an 'accidental' rub of his crotch. A playful wink and a few moments later, Lilith had left the club. The stage had been set- all three men were given different instructions to the mansion, with the arrival date being midnight. <br><br>As she left the bar, Lilith's expressionless face returned, as she had no more need to attract men. With that, she began her slow stroll back to the mansion, heels clicking eerily into the quiet night. Lilith's devilish smile returned again as she thought of the night's activities- she would give the men the best time of their lives..<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Arrogance, Lust, and Timid all found themselves in the master bedroom at midnight; Lilith couldn't bother to remember their names. The three had endured a particularly frightening run through a forest of seemingly dead trees. They had forgotten that instantly though, when she greeted them in her skimpy satin nightgown. The master bedroom was extremely simple furniture-wise. The entire room was empty, save for one giant four-poster bed in the middle which could easily hold eight people. <br><br>"Strip." she commanded, watching contentedly as the three of them obediently took everything off. Lilith was glad to see that all of them were already rock hard; their sizes ranged from small to large; with Timid being on the short end of the spectrum, and Arrogance on the other. <em>Well, that explains a lot.</em> she thought amusedly. Lilith wrapped her soft hand around Timid's shaft, using it as a handle as she led him to the bed, gently shoving him onto his back. She quickly straddled him, placing his tip at her entrance. Taking his virginity, she plopped down on his erection with a satisfying squelching noise. She leaned forward and began to lick up and down his neck, breasts squishing into his chest. <br><br>Her ass was raised as she rode him, eventually letting him set his own rhythm as he bucked his hips upwards. Lust had almost flew onto the bed in excitement, positioning himself behind Lilith. He wasted no time pushing into her tight ass, plunging all the way inside without care. Moments later, he was fucking her ass for all he was worth, completely in a frenzy. Timid was still slowly thrusting upwards, trying to get a feel for it. In truth, he had cum already. Luckily, Lilith's tight little tunnel had worked wonders as it wrapped around him, keeping him hard as he groaned underneath her. <br><br>Meanwhile, Arrogance had taken his time waltzing over to the front of the bed. He was stroking his large cock slowly, pumping himself in front of Lilith's face as the other two fucked themselves silly. He, of course, believed he had the largest thing ever, holding it front of her like a treat. Unfortunately, Lilith had regular trysts with Quake, and was not impressed.<br><br>"Oh wow.. that's the biggest cock I've ever seen.." she moaned, her voice and expression sounding completely genuine. He was already stroking his cock, so she thought she may as well stroke his ego too. Arrogance had started to tease Lilith with his cock, rubbing it along her lips and quickly slipping inside her mouth before withdrawing. While he was busy doing that, her pussy had already drew a second orgasm from Timid, her ass meanwhile receiving its first load of cum from Lust. Both men were still achingly hard inside Lilith's holes- Nobody would be finishing early tonight, she made sure of that.<br><br>Arrogance soon had himself inside her mouth, on the receiving end of the most amazing blowjob he would ever get. She had sucked in her cheeks a little, making her mouth like a vacuum around his shaft. Her long tongue extended and wrapped around his cock, almost milking and stroking it as it snaked its way around. Her pretty blonde hair fell around his base as she slurped loudly, easily poking and prodding at his pleasurable spots. At first, he had been trying to put on an act; making it seem like she wasn't pleasurable enough for him. In seconds, she had him moaning and groaning as he grabbed her by the head and started to thrust roughly into her mouth. <br><br>Not shortly after, Arrogance grunted loudly and unloaded jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. He sighed in pleasure and steadied himself with Lilith's shoulders, as she cleaned his cock with expert flicks of her tongue, already sucking him back to a full erection. The four of them fucked all night as Lilith bounced, bucked, sucked, licked, and fucked all three men to countless orgasms. She had probably swallowed almost a litre of cum, her pussy and ass having been pumped full of the gooey substance as well. The white sheets had been completely soaked in fluids, semen, sweat, and all kinds of things as the four of them indulged in pure lust and ecstasy. <br><br>Arrogance, Lust, and Timid had all passed out when Lilith felt it was time; they weren't going to wake up even if they were tortured. She slowly got out of the soaked bed, her naked body covered in cum. It was all over her face, hair, back, ass.. any place where it could stay, it was there. A glob of it was slowly trickling out of her holes, and down her legs. <br><br>Having been sufficiently warmed up, Lilith waved her hand and caused three blood-red magical circles to appear around the bed. With a little effort, she pushed a body in each one of them and started the ritual..<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:33:24</strong>
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				at the next stop, a human woman sat next to Quintin on the GEST, he looked up and down her, dressed in a dark busness attire. her body was rather exquiaite, and busness attore in Ayato was rather revealing... <br>"hello there madam... going to this way as well"<br>"of course... I'm one of the mine managers"<br>"oh? do you a treat them well?"<br>she gave a sly smirk "as long as they do the job, we pay them well"<br>His detection told him she wasn't of evil intent, probably more nuteral, like a lot of Ayato just trying to get by.<br>he wispered, "care for a bit of a distraction the ride is a few hours long after all"<br>she looked like she would smack him for a moment then looked him over she wispered "where?" he smiled "back car, 5 minutes..." most humans in Ayato had exotic tastes... and the wealthy were always up for a bit of a tumble in a seculded place.<br><br>when she entered the car he slipped up right behind her she was a little suprised "didn't think to get a propisition from someone like you..." he cupped her breasts from behind they were nice and squishy "oh? you think the upper planes weren't sexy..." "well it's just" he loved this part "if the sex wasn't magnificent why do you think they'd call it heaven?"<br>he began to unbutton her blouse, and she loved it.<br>Quinitn was an archon, he could tell what someone desired as surely as any demon or devil, unlike them he didn't make deals, he didn't ask for souls in extange, he didn't minuplate.<br>he wispered very close to her his favorite line "on earth you have sex... in hell they Fuck... but in heaven" he gave her body a squeeze "we make sweet love"<br>within minues he'd played with her, and gotten her panties off, he unzipped. they stayed mostly clothed, it was a public place afterall. He held her close powerful muscles and white leather against her skin, his tounge was long, he was canine after all, their tounges interrtwined, his reaching slightly down her throat. he slid a hand between her legs spread her clit wide,&nbsp; the other hand ran through her black hair. he pusshed the tip of his copper manhood between her legs, so it poked up lifting her skirt. then pulled back and pushed in.<br>She was soft, silky, and moaned like a champ.<br>For a good time they continued, the best thing was as an Archon he could not tire. he kept at her, loving her body tenderly, caressing, teasing her breasts.<br>when he finally came, he filled her up, thick and white.she felt reinvigorated, healthier, postive energy tends to do that.<br>they switched position, she loved all of it, she took him in her mouth, sucking tenderly. they only continued for almost the entire ride.<br>and it twas good
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:10:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Huntsman.jpg)</div><br>It is said that Atayo City draws all sorts of strange people from all over the world.&nbsp; It is a haven for both the obscenely rich and the wretchedly poor, the infuriatingly arrogant and the laughably withdrawn (though neither last for very long), and is home to some of the most eccentric individuals ever to grace the pages of the history books.&nbsp; It is a conglomeration of so many different cultures and sects and races and groups and tetherball teams that to call it the world's Mixing <em>Pot</em> seems terribly inadequate.&nbsp; It would be more accurate to call it the world's mixing <em>Olympic Swimming Pool</em>, where everyone is struggling to stay afloat with one hand and beat their neighbor with the other.<br><br>Therefor it was not at all unusual that, in the middle of the Industrial District, where massive flumes and blackened spires greedily clutch at the stars and obscure them in smoldering fogs, there sat a tiny cottage surrounded by a nondescript picket fence, like something plucked out of a children's faerie tale.&nbsp; It seemed entirely untouched by all the grime and filth around it, as though it had settled into its own little bubble and decided to ignore everything distasteful around it.&nbsp; Anywhere else it would have seemed entirely plain and ordinary, but here it stuck out like a rather charming sore thumb with lovingly maintained shrubbery and a freshly cut lawn.<br><br>But inside was another story.&nbsp; If one were to be invited inside, one would find the interior to be quite a bit larger than the exterior would suggest.&nbsp; If the world wasn't so full of magick and trickery, one would have thought that the landscape of factories behind it had merely been an elaborately painted backdrop to conceal the real size of the house.&nbsp; But since it <em>was</em> a world so full of magick and trickery, it was clear that supernatural forces were at work.<br><br>It opened up into a vestibule that seemed to go on forever in all directions, with a staircase built for a giant at the far end and literally thousands of doors lining the four walls--including ones that should have rightfully led back outside again if the building had any common sense or respect for the laws of physics.&nbsp; It would take years to explore the complex labyrinth of rooms, with all their peculiar artifacts and portraits and sculptures and books and knick knacks, but for now only one room was important, because only one room was occupied.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a cozy living space, all plush mauve carpeting and scented candles casting flickering displays of fiery gems across the rich brown walls.&nbsp; It even had a lovely fireplace, except instead of staying nice and compact like a fireplace should, it stretched on for a good seventy to eighty feet.&nbsp; Above the mantle a wall soared upwards to fantastic heights, and if not for the hanging lamps the view would have surely plunged into shadow.&nbsp; Nearly every square foot of it was overtaken by trophies of various sorts, from gargantuan fish to severed heads, from strange twisting antlers to teeth and jaws that seemed more than large enough to swallow a man whole.&nbsp; There were even a few startlingly dangerous claws and tails hanging this way and that.&nbsp; Most of them were from beasts, but every now and then a humanoid face would leer gruesomely from the macabre display, or a slender finger withered away to skin and bone would be latched firmly against a plank of wood.<br><br>And before it all stood a man.&nbsp; A tall gray man that seemed to be composed entirely of sharp angles, to the point where touching him might very well have drawn blood accidentally.&nbsp; His attire suggested he might, at any moment, sprout wings and fly out the nearest window to suck the blood from some hapless virgin maiden, though thankfully his tastes were not quite so exotic.&nbsp; Though he was about as grim a figure as they come, The Huntsman's face was turned up in a rather silly, almost nostalgic smile.<br><br>He was staring at a head towards the bottom of the wall, a massive and ugly thing that stared back at him with glassy eyes.&nbsp; It looked to be some sort of monumentally large reptile, but with a set of horns so wide and tall that they almost fused together into a crest at the back of its skull.&nbsp; The scales were red and faded, but still shined with latent power even after death.&nbsp; A dragon, and a large one at that<br><br><strong>"Perhaps a bit of proper company is what you need, eh?"</strong> he said to the head, hands gripped around a slender cane, but not for support.&nbsp; <br><br>And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving the multitude of faces to stare silently at nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:04:33</strong>
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				As the land had been cleared around the Empress' home, there was no way that the hunched man approaching her manor could hope to hide. He was dressed in a long, mangy brown coat, the collar turned up to hide much of his face. A large, equally trashed hat aided in hiding the man's face, what little of it that could be seen being covered in scars. His hair was a thick main of black, and it was as dirty as a pig pen. Gloves covered his hands, and leather boots his feet, making the scarred face the only skin on the man that could be seen. Over the coat was a wide leather belt with a short sword sheathed to his waist, while he held a large, gnarled staff in his left hand to aid with his limp in that leg. He didn't seemed rushed as he made his way towards the door of the mansion, as anyone who knew anything about the resident would find the idea of approaching undetected laughable.<br><br>Finally, reaching the front door, he lifted his walking stick and hit the front door three times, hard. Going back to leaning on the staff, he watched the door with intense hazel eyes, eyes far younger than the grizzled body that appeared to bear them. There was a deepness in that gaze, and a cold that would have fit far better with eyes the colour of cool steel or ice. Whatever his age, this was a hard man, one most would hesitate to cross if his bearing was backed up. Impatient, the staff rose and struck the door three more times. Of course, the impatience was an act; Ducard Lorenze was never impatient, and underneath the fake scars and ratty clothing, there was still a cunning Oligarch...<br><br>(Sorry it took so long, lots of distractions the last few days)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 06:20:59</strong>
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				A smile drew across Lilith's lips as the magic circles expanded, becoming large enough to encompass each of the three sleeping males. The circles were red in color, a star-like shape inscribed in them. Along the edge were various symbols and designs, serving to make the strange circles quite intricate. They pulsed softly as the humans came into contact with them, slowly seeming to beat faster and faster like a heartbeat.<br><br>As they continued to increase in speed, the room seemed to be filled with the sounds of hearts beating extremely fast. The noise grew louder and louder, becoming almost deafening before disappearing in a flash; leaving utter silence. The three circles had completely disappeared, along with the bodies. <br><br>The ritual was actually quite painful- the bodies were sucked through the circles where the flesh, bone, muscles, and etc. would be stripped from the human, leaving just the blood and their 'life force'. After each of the bodies had been stripped, the materials that were needed were transferred to Lilith. The blood was the catalyst; the life force was what let her use her powers of resurrection, extend her lifespan.. Of course, the life force of a human was surprisingly large- and since Lilith preferred to use three at a time, her recharging would only need to be completed once every year.<br><br>Feeling quite refreshed, she headed to the bathroom to take her second shower of the day. She could hear faint knocking from downstairs, but Valentine would take care of it. It was probably the dragonslayer. Strangely enough, she felt a demonic presence nearby other than her, but didn't care enough to worry about it. The ritual usually left her in a bit of a euphoric state, which translated to her being even lazier than normal.<br><br><hr><br>Valentine had still been asleep when the impatient knocking cause him to spring to life. He read the note in front of him, quite annoyed that Lilith had gone out without him- After all, it was his job to protect her. If she died, that would essentially mean his death as well. He had been dressed in&nbsp; more relaxed clothes, not needing to be in armor when sleeping at home.<br><br>Standing up, he began to walk towards the door, his armor seeming to appear on him from out of nowhere. His ears picked up the sounds of the shower running, meaning that Lilith had gone out and returned before he even awoke. He rubbed his eyes as he headed down the giant staircase, making a mental note not to sleep that long ever again.<br><br>Opening the large front door, Valentine bowed softly as a greeting, gesturing the strange man inside. He didn't ask if the man was indeed the dragonslayer, because it was unnecessary to. Nobody else would be bored enough to come investigate the strange mansion, or be brave enough to knock on the door.<br><br>"Welcome, Mr.." he asked, not having had the chance to inquire his name yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 20:01:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clydus Rhaine," he rasped in a voice that sounds like the throat had been given a treatment of battery acid. Thumping into the room unceremoniously, hunched over with his staff in hand, the raggedy man looked around. "Nice digs," he growled with approval. He purposefully kept his eyes hidden under the wide brim of the hat. They were one of the few giveaways in his costume, and Ducard felt no need to offer it up on a silver platter. "So, I heared that a little blonde girl was calling for the death of a dragon," he said to the armoured man that had opened the door. His eyes weren't on the man, however, but were instead continuing to survey the room. "What kind of money is there in this job?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 20:17:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Valentine closed the door gently behind the man, watching him carefully as he walked around to be in front of him. The man seemed rather old and.. worn, but if he had responded to the call then there was likely more than met the eye. Valentine showed him to the meeting room, with a few basic things already prepared- various drinks, ashtray, etc.<br><br>"Money isn't a big issue; you can name a price." he replied, with a surprising air of professionalism. After all, he <em>did</em> have to manage most of the Oligarchy tasks, and it was a necessary skill. "However, we will need to move fast- it seems we will not be the first ones to arrive." Valentine had received word of an increase of GEST with Outlands destinations. Rarely anybody left Atayo except for bounty hunters and the odd few here and there. People going after the dragon was the biggest probability.<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile, Lilith had finished taking her overly long shower and gotten dressed. She felt completely rejuvenated, her power coursing through her body and aching to be released. After a ritual, she usually had too much power and needed to dump some. With all of that energy flowing through her, she tended to be a little more silly and eccentric than usual. They would need to find that dragon, and soon..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 21:20:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man nodded lazily, paying no attention to the man who was speaking as he eyed the table's good with false greed. In truth, the Oligarch had similar stashes of alcohol and other such pleasures, but he did not even indulge in them himself, preferring to keep his mind clear. To maintain the illusion of gruffness that he had established, however, Ducard began to grab bottles of fine liquor and stash them in "Clydus'" coat. It made a better cover, quite simply.<br><br>"So, if the price is whatever I want it to be," he continued in his rough voice, "then I can take time to think about it while I go and kill the dragon." Finally turning his attention back to the doorman, his coat clinking with fine bottles stashed in the inner pockets, he grinned. "Why don't we just get it in writing that the price of my work is mine to state after the task is complete?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 21:42:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Valentine nodded, a bit wary of the man's eagerness to get a written contract. He wasn't overly suspicious of the gruff looking man, but it was always best to take some precautions when dealing with contracts. There was already paper and supplies on the table, being common materials during meetings. He drafted the contract quickly, stating that the price was up to Clydus to determine after the dragon had been killed. However, he felt that a few extra clauses should be added.<br><br>"I would like it if the price of your work remained in currency, and nothing else. Secondly, I would say that your price exceed no more than 10% of our total net worth. However, I assure you that 10% is much, much more than enough to cover what is usually offered in a job of this sort." He left out the clauses for now, waiting for the other man to reply. If he agreed, then they would be added and signed, and the pair would be on their way. Of course, Valentine would grab Lilith, but Clydus wouldn't know that yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 00:03:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ducard had not actually thought about what he might want the price to be, in part because he was not entirely sure that he would be killing the dragon. However, the limitations that Valentine (the Oligarch was well-aware of the man's identity) made things much simpler. However, he played the part and grumbled and muttered under his breath, as any greedy merc might having lost a chance at a great profit. Thumping over to Valentine with his fake limp and his staff, he nodded in a surly way and waited for the opportunity to sign.<br><br>"All right, ya got yourself a deal," he muttered, gesturing for a pen with his free hand. "Go ahead and add your little safety nets."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 02:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The armored blonde man wasted no further time, expertly drafting out the contract and extra clauses. He signed it and pushed both contract and pen towards Clydus. The paper underneath would be ripped off after both had signed, creating two copies. As Valentine waited for the contract to be completed, an overly excited Lilith almost skipped into the room ready to go. She was still on quite a high from the excess energy running rampant through her body, her eyes having a sparkling quality.<br><br>The blonde princess was quite different from her usual, collected self- seeming more like a young girl in her favorite candy store. Valentine instantly realized what had happened, but didn't draw too much attention to it. Instead, he picked her up and placed on her usual shoulder spot, eliciting a small 'whee!' noise from Lilith. Maybe they would need to dump a little of her energy before reaching the dragon; she wasn't going to do much in her current state of mind.<br><br>The pair waited by the front door, ready to depart once the signing was done. It would be a short trip to the dragon, luckily, as the mansion was so close to the outskirts of Atayo. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 06:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ducard was careful to scribble his false signature badly, making it look like a commoner's chicken-scratch rather than the smooth, elegant penship of a well-educated man. An analyst could probably recognize the skill underneath, but it would do for the time being. Contented, he took the top copy of the agreement for himself, shoving it into a pocket unceremoniously, while he grabbed the other half and offered it to Valentine, crumpled in his grasp. Only, on Valentine's shoulders was one piece he was somewhat surprised to see.<br><br>It was Lilith, the little blonde Empress herself. For the first time, Ducard was slightly concerned. He didn't know much about the origins of the demonic little girl, in the same way that none of his fellow Oligarchs knew much about his history. The precise limits of her abilities weren't known to the demonologist, and that made her a danger to his charade. However, like fish in a deep lake, these scurrying thoughts did not show on the surface, and 'Clydus' simply continued past the bodyguard, clumping out the door unceremoniously. "Well c'mon," he growled, "we haven't got all day." However, the next ugly question reared its head; how was Ducard going to kill a dragon without revealing his identity?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 06:55:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Much to the discomfort of poor Valentine, Lilith was kicking her feet about- like she was dipping her legs in a lake and trying to splash water about. Nothing seemed normal about her; she was much too.. happy. Her bodyguard merely sighed and continued on behind Clydus, like a tired father trying to keep a hyper child in check. <br><br>Of course, Lilith was still the same inside. Analyzing this strange dragonslayer in front of her, concocting a plan- she just didn't put a lot of effort in either of those things. The excess energy would slowly dissipate, even if she didn't dump it with a contract. That was the primary reason for her hyperactiveness, to burn off some of the power inside of her. <br><br>As was usual, the pair bounced along slowly as they exited the house. Lilith's excitedness seemed to stop only for a brief moment as she looked up into the distant sky, observing some very intense rainclouds start to form. <br><br>"Vaaaallll, the party already started!" she pouted, kicking him slightly to make him speed up. It was going to be a long day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - Atayo City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 20:23:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				'Clydus' had taken the lead, stomping along with his limp and his walking staff. However, underneath the gruff exterior, the refined Ducard was thinking. He had intended to approach the dragon from the air, with his wings, and summon a demon or two to handle the details. However, now he was going to have an audience, and he was stuck on how to slay a dragon without resorting to any of his abilities that might give away the disguise. Even using his clawed hand would likely be enough to throw his disguise, with an Oligarch present. <br><br>Even one in the state of Lilith, who was strangely hyper. Lilith was known for being somewhat strange, but not bubbly. It was out of character, and it was one more thing that was throwing off any plans Ducard might be making; an unexpected variable. When she might return to her more controlled self, how impaired her functions might be, the works. He would have to leave more wiggle room in whatever scheme he might came up with, and the difference between wiggle-room and imperfections was, for all intents and purposes, luck.<br><br>Ducard hated relying on luck. It was gut-wrenchingly sloppy.<br><br>(We can take this to the Outlands thread anytime)
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