Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)
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				Title: <strong>Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-04-2014, 06:05:20</strong>
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				The kingdom had many roads and paths through the wild, and Michael Tanner was one of the scouts trained to keep the lands safe. The war had escalated and even though they were not involved yet, it was no surprise that the war between the elves had made his kingdom wary of potential threats. Not many would initially see him as he kept off the roads, especially with the dark leather cloak pulled tight around him, hood framing his face in the dusky morning light. Other scouts had reported sounds in the night, battle and even fire around one of the roads leading into the Elven kingdom to the east. Since it was his stretch of the road that the attack had started on, he was the one sent to deal with it. With nimble feet guiding him on as he closed in on his destination he steadily began to slow down, kneeling near a copse of trees as his hand gripped his bow. With no telling what was going on he kept a slow gait, only stopping when he saw the carnage about him. There was a fight, but it was not brigands or a patrol, no... He gasped as he saw what remained of elves, most slain by blade or by arrow,&nbsp; and what looked like the wrecked remains of a carriage or some form of transportation. “This is...” he quickly began to move, hoping to locate any surviving elves. He almost even dropped his bow, concern clearly seen in his blue eyes by now, his brown hair visible as he bent over and knelt next to each elf, checking for any signs of life among them. Having trained in first aid, he would be able to keep any wounded alive... Or at least in stable condition until he could get them to proper medical care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2014, 06:42:08</strong>
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				Seylene Nashira Telana (http://i.imgur.com/Z4wPpHn.jpg), or 'Seya' to those who knew her personally, let out a groan of pain as she started to return to the world of consciousness. The only thing she could remember before she blacked out was a group of humans swinging in, and fire suddenly consuming the carriage that she and her comrades had been charged to protect. She had been escorting one of the elven king's youngest daughters to come and meet with the human kingdom, in the hopes that the human king would be willing to marry her to one of his sons. It was no secret among elves that the Telana clan was the inferior of the two sides, and was losing more and more ground with every passing day. It was the hopes of the Telana leadership that an alliance with the humans would be enough to turn the tides of the war in their favor, to the point where they'd be able to at least hold their ground and protect their territory.<br><br>Seylene knew it was a bad idea, her only memories of interacting with humans was when her father took her on a trip with him back when she was a child, in the hopes that he'd be able to open up some trade routes between the two cultures. He had been robbed blind and was only just barely able to make it back home alive, and from then on Seylene always kept at least an arm's reach away whenever she had to put herself near what she considered the more dangerous and brutish of the two races. Though, considering that her race was currently turning blades against itself and had been wrapped in a terrible civil war for the greater part of her lifetime, maybe she wasn't one to talk down about others. Either way, as her eyes opened and she let out that tiny whimper of pain, the only thing she'd see was a cloaked human kneeling over one of her slain allies, his blood fresh on the man's fingers as he was doing... <em>something</em> to him, probably checking his body for valuables to steal.<br><br>With a harsh glare, she slowly reached over and wrapped her fingers around the handle of her sword, which landed nearby when she had toppled off of her horse and crashed to the ground on her head. Humans had been the attackers of her caravan, and now this mysterious and unidentified human was messing around with the bodies of her dead comrades. In her mind, the connection was a fairly obvious one, and it caused the elven warrior to suddenly erupt from her position on the floor as she let out a fierce cry and lunged forward, stabbing with her blade right towards the human's chest. Her shoulder was severely wounded from where an arrow had been able to connect during the ambush, but that didn't matter to her at the moment, she could tend to it later.<br><br>All that mattered was getting what little revenge she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-04-2014, 07:40:00</strong>
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				It seemed each elf he checked was gone, leading him to feel even worse after each brief check on them. While the Elves were never his kingdoms allies, they had never gone to war or disputed before so there was little animosity between the kingdoms. “Damnit, this is insane. What happened here? Hell... Why were they even here?” The soldiers were exactly that. Soldiers. They couldn’t be guards for a caravan, they were too armored and regal looking for what should have been militia or even mercenaries. It would take him some time as he moved from corpse to corpse, at least looking for any identifying papers or tags to collect for the chance of sending to the Elvish lands... And as he soon mmoved to another elf, he was shocked to hear a whimper and sounds from behind. “Hm?” At first he thought it would have been whoever did this coming back to finish the job and deal with anyone who came across the scene... But once he saw the source of the sound he realized this would not be the case. The Elf was alive, and rushing for him despite what looked like an obvious wound. “Woah!” he jumped back, his hand instinctively reaching for an arrow before he stopped. Her blade would hit air, but if she had not been wounded she would have been far luckier in her blow. “Wait! Stop! My name is Gabriel Tanner, and I am a scout in his majesties name. I am here investigating... Rumors of an attack.” The pause was due to well, seeing that there were no ‘rumors’, and merely a grim truth. “You’re hurt and bleeding badly. I request you stand down and allow me to give you medical attention or you may bleed to death. I have no clue who attacked you, but my people will be willing to help quell any threat!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2014, 07:52:51</strong>
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				Seylene clearly wasn't going to accept mere words even after Gabriel was able to avoid her first attack. "You lie! Always lies..." She rushed forward again, growling in anger as she once again rose her sword over her head. However, this time her wounded shoulder would let out a sputter of blood as it's condition deteriorated, and her sword ended up being dropped from her fingers, where it then fell to the ground with a loud clatter as the elven woman also tumbled forward, barely catching herself with her good arm before the point where she would have faceplanted into the dirt. "Agh!!!" Her sword was a few inches away, and considering the fact that her swordbearing arm was entirely out of commission, it was reasonable to assume that she wasn't going to be much of a threat at this point. That being aside though, it was clear that she did need help, and this would be a glorious opportunity for Gabriel to let his actions speak louder then his words, and show her that he was on her side.<br><br>Her head lowered, and her arm reached up to clutch her injured shoulder as her breathing grew more ragged. "..." She wanted to keep fighting, she wanted to raise her sword and avenge all of her fallen brethren, yet the pain was simply too intense, and her entire body shook from adrenaline so heavily that it surpassed the point where she drew strength from it and instead simply made her lose even more control over her body. Instead, she found her eyes shutting, her stomach churning as she waited for what she assumed would be an inevitable death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 07:23:54</strong>
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				“If I wanted you dead right now, I must be honest and say that we would not be talking and I would have probably stabbed you. Because I don’t like wasting arrows.” it was rather harsh from a normally mellow man, but he hoped the bluntness would speak of his character and how he was treating her. But as he continued to approach he was immediately rebuffed as she lunged, and then fell to the ground. “Your shoulder is really wounded. If you try that again, I kind of worry you’d actually have long term damage...” He spoke in a softer tone. He knelt next to her as she seemed to slip into unconsciousness, though it was not long until he realized she wasn't there just yet. "Now it's gonna sting... But don't squirm and don't cry out that much. Have no idea who or what is gonna be around to hear it. I'll count to three, and then..." as he got out some alcohol, it would kill any germs and keep the wound clean. "And then it's gonna hurt. So bite down." he spoke, counting to three as he soaked a cloth from his backpack in simple alcohol, soon pressing it against her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 07:33:43</strong>
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				Seylene shook her head as he talked about how something he was about to do was going to sting, yet he insisted that she not cry out or scream in pain from it. Naturally, there was no telling about who was nearby, and if they were to hear a sudden outburst nearby, they could potentially show up to finish the job. Either way, she remained silent and continued gasping for air as he pressed the alcohol soaked rag against her bloody shoulder. He would hear a deep, sharp inhale of pain from the blonde elf, and her body would go rigid, but she managed to remain silent and still even as tears started to stream from her cheeks. He could potentially come to the conclusion that she was crying in pain, but it wasn't until he pulled the rag away that she started crying in full. With her unharmed hand she softly slammed her fist into the ground, and her crying only got more intense as he continued his treatment of her damaged shoulder. <br><br>Understandable, seeing as how she had just lost everybody in her entire unit, all in one crippling blow. From the looks of things she really was the sole survivor, and the only reason she was still alive right now was because of an almost miraculous fluke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 03:33:08</strong>
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				The treatment would be short and sweet. He didn’t have full access to everything a healer could or would do to her, but the best he could do with the bandages, alcohol, and a few ‘soothing’ words would hopefully be better than a slow death out here. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just rubbing alcohol...” he said as he heard that inhalation of pain from her, and the way the tears came down. It was... Oh, no, this wasn’t pain. The best he could do was offer his hand out to her. She had to take our her frustration somehow, and perhaps being reminded she wasn’t ‘alone’ would help... Or maybe not. But to him, seeing anyone suffer like this was a bit painful even if they threatened to kill him moments ago. She had lost friends certainly, people she was close to. He had no idea how he would react to losing his own companions but... This was probably how it would go.
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 03:53:59</strong>
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				Seylene would weep for a little while longer, allowing herself to wallow in her despair for a little bit longer before her eyes dried up and she started to uneasily get back to her feet. "Lady Naya..." She suddenly stumbled forward, using her single good arm to tear through the wreckage of the carriage before she again collapsed to her knees. It seemed that her mind was still in absolute disarray, though once she reached the bottom of the wreckage she came to a stop, her clenched fist again smashing through some of the ruined wood before she lowered her head. "She's... not... ngh!"<br><br>Though she hadn't used her bad arm, her sudden jerking motions had seemingly re-opened the cleansed wound, and her bandages were rapidly turning red. "oooh..." She needed to keep looking, she needed to figure out what had happened to lady Naya. Even as she got back to her feet, she did her hardest to ignore the way that her vision started to black out, though her stance would be woozy and unstable at best before the entirety of her vision turned to blackness, and she could feel gravity taking it's toll on her.<br><br>This was all too much, too fast, and she was too weak to endure it. Although she had managed to force herself to stay awake for a little bit longer, her strength had faded, and this time she legitimately fell unconscious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 07:24:28</strong>
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				The archer was rather quiet as she wept, and he would say nothing more until she began to rise and spoke something. “Naya?” Before he could ask more, he’d approach the carriage with her and try to look for what she was looking for, onlt to find himself kneeling and seeking to aid her once more.&nbsp; “Who’s not here? You were protecting someone, weren’t you? ...I’m going to take you to a place where you can get proper treatment. And if you fight back im -” He didn’t have to say anything else as he saw her collapse, and he was soon silently picking her up. Between her armor and herself, she was heavy... But he’d struggle to his feet, and try to get closer to the outpost here. A sharp whistle would have other scouts coming, and the moment they saw him carrying someone injured it was only a short time between that and a proper horse and care were given as she was whisked away and brought to a makeshift infirmary, resting in a warm bed as her wounds were cleaned and healed. She wouldn’t die on their watch, and Gabriel was making sure that her recovery would go well as time passed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 02:22:44</strong>
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				Seylene would remain unconscious for a long while, the elf woman only waking up after a full night's sleep and a little bit of the morning tacked onto it as well. By the time she finally awakened it was roughly midday the following afternoon. She rose from her bed, the blonde letting out a loud and pained groan as she rolled her injured shoulder a little bit to test it out. It still stung, and made her let out a tiny whine of pain, but it was no longer spurting out blood, which made it a step up from how it was yesterday. A few more tests of her arm, and she was able to come to the conclusion that her arm was stiff, stiff as hell, but it would be healed in a couple more days. Who ever it was that had healed her, Seylene had to admit that they were an extremely talented technician.<br><br>She shifted around gently in the bed for a moment before rolling onto her feet. Even though her outer shell of mostly conservative, lightweight leather armor was nearby, it was clear to see just from a single glance that it had been damaged in the fight. This, of course, left her in nothing but her significantly more lightweight and significantly more... revealing... under-armor. Which basically just consisted of a bra, and a light skirt. Made sense that they'd have to strip off her outer layer to properly dress and care for her wounds, she didn't mind in that regard.<br><br>After taking a few moments to survey the damage, the entire harm done was on her chestpiece, so she was able to don her gauntlets, leggings, and boots again before she tugged off the decorative scarf to wrap over it. Better then nothing, right? That, along with her emergency magical protection, should be enough to protect her while her chestplate got refurbished. One more deep breath, and she pushed open the door to the room she had been sleeping in, and glanced from side to side to take in her surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 21:26:14</strong>
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				Gabriel had been spending most of the time Seylene was unconscious with the delivery of a proper report on what happened and explaining to his superiors why an Elf was in the infirmary. Of course, once Gabriel mentioned the wreckage of a caravan, his commander pulled him aside and discussed things more in detail. Apparently the elves were expected... but only to those in charge. This was meant to be a secret, and the fact that they were attacked meant it was a rather poorly guarded secret. The elves weren’t enemies, but at the moment they weren’t allies either given the war between the two elven kingdoms. Gabriel was confused, was there a reason the elves were escorting someone in rather quietly? It didn’t take long for him to figure out it was someone important...<br><br>But once the medics said that the elf was recovering, Gabriel nodded. “Can I talk with her? I did have other questions for her, and i’m sure she has some herself...” Given the permission, Gabriel would begin to approach the room, unarmed of course. This was the barracks, he had no real need to carry his weapons around unless he was called into action. The building was somewhat drab, no real coloring and made mostly of stone, the few windows within small and meant more for observing and possibly firing bows or crossbows from. A few guards wandered the halls as well, class in light armor and discussing recent events. Bandit attacks weren’t unusual, but this couldn’t be something they’d normally do, not against such an armed escort. Seylene would also be able to see the man who had found her at the battle field, though he was approaching alone.
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 19:12:36</strong>
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				When Seylene saw the man that had rescued her approaching from one of the hallways, her eyes drifted towards the ground and she shifted off to the side to prop herself up against the wall. After what had happened, there was little doubt in her mind that he was coming to pay her a visit. When he got close he could hear her let out a bit of a dragged out sight, before she lifted her gaze in order to make eye contact with him. When she did, he would be able to see a rather depressing mixture of emotions in her eyes. Shame, sorrow, regret, a great number of things that made her look nothing short of defeated. "..." She turned to face him, taking a moment to collect her voice before she spoke. "I..." She had to stop and take a deep breath, this was a lot more difficult then she had expected it to be. "You saved my life. Thank you for that... And I'm sorry that you had to see such a... a disgraceful display from me." Among Seylene's kind, doing things with grace was considered to be extremely important. If it wasn't worth doing done well, and remaining in control and calm while at it, it wasn't worth doing at all. It had a lot to do with the fact that the upper class of elven society prided itself on it's exceptional natural beauty, and so it was imperative that they act with the grace and beauty that matched their appearance.<br><br>Doing anything less was unsightly, and unacceptable. So for Seylene to say that her actions had been disgraceful was among one of the greatest insults that she could have placed on herself. Regardless, she'd wait for his response, and considering the fact that she had tried to stab him when he showed up at the wreckage site, she could only count her blessings that she was alive at all. No doubt he'd have a few words for her at the very least, and probably want something out of her to get even. Another common part of elven culture was that grudges and mistakes from others were NOT easily forgotten or forgiven. Eye for an eye was very much a part of every day life where she was from, and was both accepted and expected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 04:00:28</strong>
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				As he saw the woman prop up against the wall, he had a feeling that she was still hurting either emotionally or especially physically given her injuries. “Good to see you’re on your feet. Our medic said your injuries wouldn’t kill you but that it could take some time to recover.” His featured softened as she seemed to think on what she wanted to say, and he then just bowed his head softly. “You are welcome, and you don’t need to apologize. Something terrible happened, and you were scared, right? Or under a lot of stress. If I were in your situation i’d have acted similarly. Please, sit. I am Michael Tanner, and I am a scout of the Danor military. I do have a few questions to ensure your safety and the kingdoms, but I can ask them of you when you are ready. We were not expecting an Elven patrol, so this caught us all by surprise.” As he spoke, his eyes kept on Seylene calmly, and his tone was that of a somewhat curious man who wished to know more. He was a relatively understanding man, and while she had tried to harm him, she apologized and showed that she didn’t want to hurt him further. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you require anything else? If so, I can have it brought in as well, to make you more comfortable.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 04:56:01</strong>
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				The look that Michael would get out of Seylene when he gave his response to her apology was one of genuine surprise mixed with confusion, before she merely nodded and spoke in a quiet voice. "O-of course... Mr. Tanner. I am Seylene Nashira Telana, it is nice to meet you. As for food or water? mmm..." her eyes drifted downwards, as she took a moment to assess her own condition before giving her response. "I don't think I can eat right now. A little bit more time, please." After that, she'd shift away from the wall, stumble on one of her bad legs for a moment before recollecting herself, and look him dead in the eye. "Please, take me to someplace where I can sit down, and I'll answer any of the questions you wish to ask me."<br><br>Truth be told, it might do her some good to get some information out there into the open. Even though she couldn't eat right at the moment, there was no denying that she was starving, so taking some time to cleanse her conscience by telling her story would probably do her a lot of good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 06:27:28</strong>
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				“Alex, for now.” He certainly wasn’t a ‘mister’ and he didn’t have a title worth giving to her from the military. “Pleasure to meet you as well, given the current circumstance.” She didn’t want water, and once she stumbled he’d soon help her, a hand around her to get her moving back into the empty infirmary and into a chair. “We can start with this.” As he sat her down comfortable, he soon sat opposite of her. “What were you and that carriage doing in our territory? We’re not enemies, but we don’t usually get traveling groups of armed soldiers into our land.” Michael would keep his eyes on her, his tone respectful and quiet, though by now he was sounding a bit more official.
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 18:02:18</strong>
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				Seylene tried her hardest not to use him for support, but it ended up being necessary as he guided her back into the empty room and into a chair. With a groan of pain, she leaned in and rested her forehead against her palm, all the while listening to his question about what she and her comrades had been doing in this kingdom. "You mean you weren't told? I shouldn't be surprised, we were trying to keep it secret, but..." She shook her head, lifting her head out of her hand in order to look up towards him. "We were here in order to forge an alliance with the human kingdom. You may have heard, but the previous elven nation has been involved in civil war for the last several years... My clan is losing... In order to preserve our way of life, and hopefully turn the tides of the war, our clan lead worked out an engagement between one of your princes, and Lady Naya, youngest daughter of our clan lead. We were escorting her here in secret, when... You saw what happened."<br><br>it was no secret that a commonplace fantasy among humans was to have an elven wife, thanks to the fact that they were a mysterious and reclusive race, and humans were always seemingly drawn to mystery and unknown... Especially when those mysteries involved an entire nation of women that were drop dead beautiful by human standards. Even Seylene, by elven standards, was only just barely above average, a 6 out of 10, but the human eye told a different tale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 07:10:08</strong>
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				“If we were told of it I am afraid I was left out of the loop.” As she groaned in pan, he’d rise again. “Should I get you a pillow or something to rest your head against? You do look uncomfortable.” And well, this wasn’t exactly an interrogation where he wanted her uncomfortable and unable to rest or think clearly. “I see, however. I was not told of this. Perhaps my superior was.” Clicking his tongue, he leaned back and sighed. “I apologize for the attack and loss of your comrades. Normally these roads are clear, but like I said, it had to have been something dangerous that attacked your entourage and left so few survivors. “ An alliance? Then this would mean he’d be mobilized for war, instead of just patrols. “We found no one in royal cloth or who could be a princess in the wreckage or among your own so perhaps there is still hop for Lady Naya’s survival. Once you have had time to recover I tan take you to my captain, and you can explain the situation to him. Perhaps he’ll know more of what is going on?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 07:26:45</strong>
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				Seylene nodded, her face showing a few signs of relief as she was told about how there didn't seem to be any kind of royal cloth, or anybody who even seemed to share a resemblance with royalty in the wreckage. "Of course... This wasn't a simple bandit attack, we wouldn't be overpowered by something like that." As she spoke, she reached into a small pouch by her side, and pulled out a lovely, brilliant looking coin. "We all carry emblems upon us infused with powerful rune magic in them, barriers to protect us against most physical attacks. Whoever attacked us, they had a means by which to bypass our rune barriers. Last time I checked, humans don't have enough knowledge of our magic to make that kind of bypass... Especially not if they're as poorly equipped and funded as a series of bandits. That means that, no matter who it was that attacked us, they had to be backed by the Ma-Han clan. That would make sense too, seeing as how they'd want to prevent the union... But how did they find out?"<br><br>She shook her head, before getting to her feet and making her way over to her bed. "I... I need to think about this. I just need a little bit more time to recover, and then I'd be more then happy to speak with your captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 08:31:33</strong>
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				Looking over her person, and then the coin the pulled out of the patch he gave a nod. “Well, magic isn’t my forte. Perhaps whoever attacked you was aware of this magical protection then, or maybe it’s not as good as you think it is? I mean no offense, but one should never over estimate their defenses. Still, if you truly worry about this being a betrayal or possibly inside work, we’ll talk with my captain. He has to know something, and I would sincerely hope that he wouldn’t be that stupid as to endanger our kingdom. If other elves attacked your caravan... We’ll get to to the bottom of this and give them justice.” When she got to her feet he’d rise as well, a hand offered. “Here. You look exhausted. We’ll get you a better bed than a medical one, and you get some actual rest. Right now recovery and figuring out what happened is more important than rushing ahead.”
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 09:05:41</strong>
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				Seylene cracked a tiny bit of a smile at his words, before she nodded in agreement and decided to take his hand. "Very well... I'll hold you to that." As he escorted her to the supposed 'superior' bed, the elven woman would try her hardest to walk on her own and not rely too heavily on her human escort, but in the end she did end up leaning against him and relying on him to support her on the trip. Of course, the moment she landed on the bed, she would let out a single satisfied groan before her eyes fell shut, and she was asleep in a matter of minutes. However, this would probably be the last time that she'd need to have his help to move around, and the next time she woke up she would probably be strong enough to move around on her own again.<br><br>That, however, wouldn't be until the following day. Both the woman's body and mind were still messes from everything that had happened to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 07:56:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“You’re welcome. We are concerned and have many questions, but since I was the one kind of told to monitor you I believe it can wait for a few hours while you recover.” And if it took the night? He’d deal with it. Perhaps there was a danger coming to the land, but if there was there were other scouts. It would be a brief talk to his superior once she was in bed, and he explained. “She’s not feeling well and I doubt we’ll get lucid answers from her until she actually gets proper sleep. Come dawn i’ll make sure she’s awake and hopefully in a better position to answer. Until then I suggest that we keep scouts on the vigil, and try to work hard so this doesn’t slip by us again.” Would be the note he’d leave, a more formal writeup could wait for later.<br><br>The night would be easy to sleep through and it was going to be a cloudy and chilly day when he woke, a hand running through his hair before he soon continued to move. Not getting breakfast just yet, the first thing he’d do was quickly get his uniform on once again, waiting a few moments before entering the medical barracks. Was she awake?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 16:02:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he arrived in the medical barracks, he would see Seylene sitting up and resting in a nearby chair by the window. Surprisingly, it looked as though the entirety of her wounds from the other day had sealed up. As a result she was in significantly better condition both physically and mentally then she had been the previous few days. In her mind, she was just grateful that her regeneration enchantments had finally kicked in, the fact that the wounds took her that long to heal from when she was still blessed by the healing priests back home meant that there <em>was</em> indeed some kind of magical interference with that attack. She just couldn't believe that she forgot about it, and it took her that long to remember. She must have been in a worse state then she thought.<br><br>Either way, she would look alive and back to normal once he stepped in, and she would rise from her chair before offering him a small and polite bow. It would be a simple motion, her hand curving around and pressing against her still bare stomach as she lowered her upper body about five degrees. "Good morning. I think I am prepared to answer your people's questions now, I'd like to talk to your leadership anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 10:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Come morning, he would approach and gave a smile. “Are you? I’ll lead you to him, He would prefer to speak to you in person.” He had been invited to come as well, since the elf seemed comfortable with him. “Right! Ready to go?” he asked, giving a smile as he offered her a hand. “Oh... Wait, do you mind wearing a uniform? We found something that may fit you and is clean, since your prior armor and outfit are in disrepair. It’d be for the best if you wore something for decency, and i’m sure you’d prefer to not have random idiots in the barracks ogling you like they’ve never seen a woman before.” Ironically, more would stare at her due to her elvish looks being exotic in the kingdom. "If so, it should have been put in your dresser there, to the left. It was put there overnight while you were sleeping. I had figured something was better than nothing as far as modesty goes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 07:00:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene would tilt her head curiously to the side, confused as the soldier talked about her covering up for the sake of modesty. "Why would I do that?" Her eyes seemed almost one of innocence, like she truly didn't see anything wrong with bearing her midriff and a tiny bit of her thigh for his fellow soldiers to see. Back where she was from, while there was a certain degree of modesty, it wasn't taken anywhere near to the extreme that humans did. In fact, many elves wore as little clothes as possible out of pride for their bodies. Seylene wouldn't exactly say she was <em>proud</em> of herself exactly, but she didn't see anything even remotely wrong with what she was currently wearing. One of the things she'd probably have to get used to during her time among humans, no doubt.<br><br>For the time being, though, would he be willing to be the one to press her about it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 11:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well, I request you wear this because you’re in just your skivvies.” he paused after a moment. “...It’s a bit impolite and well, just immodest around soldiers. We don’t have any normal clothes here for you i’m afraid, and I don’t think my superior will want to see you dressed as you are.” Did elves not really bother with clothing like this normally. “That, and we don’t really see a lot of elves so i’d prefer if everyone wasn’t stuck staring at you, you know?”&nbsp; But, he wouldn't really press the issue... Even if he did believe her just wearing it would be the simplest solution - he wasn't exactly the kind to force something that seemed obvious in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 15:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing that it was impolite and 'immodest' for her to dress the way she was around humans, she merely nodded and grabbed a shirt from the dresser, throwing it on over her chestpiece before she nodded towards the man to lead the way. While it was a bit uncomfortable, right now she was in a mindset where she needed to accept human culture. After all, she couldn't afford to waste any more time, with Lady Naya still unaccounted for each and every second was precious and couldn't afford to be wasted standing around and arguing about what was acceptable and what wasn't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 21:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finally put it on after his explanation and Gabriel would rise, heading to the door. There were a few more stares given to the elf as they moved about without any issues. As they arrived at a more ornate door on the second floor of the compound Gabriel gave three knocks before opening and entering. With a firm and crisp Salute he began to speak in a firm and confident tone. “Sir Lovhran, this is the elf I rescued. Seylene, you asked me to bring her in for questioning.”. The man he spoke to was an older looking man, more than likely in his forties or a bit older. With his hair short and peppered in color, he rose and returned the salute as Gabriel began to leave.<br><br>“Hold, Gabriel I didn’t tell you to leave.” As the mans eyes moved to the elf, he nodded. “Sit, both of you.&nbsp; Seylene, i’d like to hear what happened in your words, i’m sure you can help clear up the events that lead to you being wounded better than any of my men can.” It was also his hope that a slightly familiar face would ease her into talking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 15:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene nodded, wasting no time as she took a seat and began to explain what had happened to her as detailed as she possibly could. Like she had with Gabriel the other day, she tried her hardest not to leave out any relevant details. The reason why they were there, the attack, the fact that they managed to breach her magic based defenses, all of it was laid bare before the commander while Gabriel sat next to her and listened in as well. When she finished, she gave him a few moments to digest the information before she spoke again. "I would like to request that you, and your men, help me find Lady Naya... And rescue her if needed. Even were she not an essential part of our people's survival, she's very precious to us and it's my duty as a soldier to see that she's safe."<br><br>She lowered her gaze, not wanting to come out and say that she wouldn't be able to do it alone. She didn't even know where to start, really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 11:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The commander listened from the opposite side of the desk, giving a silent nod intermittently as Seylene gave the report and general events. “I see.” He would say shen she finished. “We will help, i’ll have my scouts and rangers split into pairs as they do, but... I will request you help Gabriel here.” The commander would rise, looking to the younger ranger as he seemed a bit perplexed at first, but nodded. “He’s the one who found you as i’m sure you remember. And, i’d like to think our kind can work together. We’ll get your princess back, I just hope that we find her soon. Anyone who could take on Elves in a direct confrontation is a massive danger to us, and if we can find them quickly we can work on extracting her as we send a request for the army proper to help us deal with them. I assume you’re still capable of fighting? We have retrieved a few of your companions arms and armors. Most of the armor is damaged, but i’m sure you can see the poetic justice in using your fellows weapons in striking these people down.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 16:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene was a bit surprised by the setup as well, as she was asked to work together with Gabriel until the situation with Lady Naya was handled. However, she knew full well that she wasn't in any sort of position to be making demands of her own, and the fact that he would be willing to help her was enough of a godsend. "Thank you, I appreciate it." Truth be told, she did appreciate the opportunity to avenge her comrades and take the battle into her own hands, even being given what seemed like a good natured partner to help her out at the same time. Though, now that she was thinking about it, that did raise another concern. He had waved off how disgraceful to him she had been when the two of them first met, but she couldn't afford to let that weight bear down on her shoulders if she was going to be seeing him a lot in the foreseeable future. She could handle that later though, for now she wanted to get out of this stupid human shirt and into something that fit her a bit more comfortably. "It would be my pleasure to help in any way you need. So long as Lady Naya is returned as safely and as swiftly as possible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 10:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Gabriel, you’ll look in the hills and caves to the west of here, they were recently investigated but since this happened i’m willing to hope that the last rangers who did missed something crucial. You’re both dismissed for now.” Gabriel rose and gave a crisp salute before beginning to leave, Seylene in tow as he looked her over. “Okay, you wanna get some weapons from the armory?” leading her there, there would be a number of human weapons and even elvish, the latter cleaned and most in good condition. Her’s would even be there as pristine as ever.”The area my commander was talking about is a few hours away, we’ll get there when the suns as it’s peak, it won’t take long to look all of that area over, at least assuming there’s nothing there. It does have nooks and crannies which can make fine combing it hard, so perhaps Lady Naya is there? It’s best if we move by foot, horses won’t get us far off the road out here.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 01:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene wouldn't have any hesitation once they stepped into the armory and saw the set of weapons and arms available to her. Much to her delight, it looked as though the blacksmiths were able to get her old 'outer' armor cobbled together from the scraps they found on the field. Upon seeing those, she stripped off the uncomfortable, heavy, hot human clothing before she slipped into something that felt far more soft and easy against her skin. The interior of elven armor often felt comparable to silk, though that was thanks to the fact that they didn't need to rely on heavy iron for their protection in the same way that humans did. They relied on magic based wards, allowing them to remain lightweight and, more importantly, graceful as they moved through both the woods and the battlefields.<br><br>Her old chestplate and leggings aside, she would don her old sword. She could tell it was her own from the moment that her fingers wrapped around the handled, the weight being all too familiar to her as her fingers fell into their ritualistic nooks, small wears in the fine metal handles that came with years upon years of handling a weapon in the same way. It wasn't anything that made her sword stronger then any of the others, no superior, but it <em>did</em> make it distinctly <em>hers</em>, nobody else's.<br><br>She felt like she was whole again for the first time since she woke up in a human bed. With a look of relief and a light, confident smile on her face, she turned towards Gabriel and gave him a brief nod. "I'm ready whenever you are. Lead the way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 22:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began to armor up, so did Gabriel. Ranger armor was never the heaviest or the thickest of armor but he was kept mobile and quick while keeping some durability for himself, Taking his normal gear, he offered her some privacy again as he stepped into a different room for a moment and began to slip off his current outfit. With a lean and wiry frame underneath his clothes, he would soon get his chain shirt on under, keeping him decently protected and not interfering with his mobility much. As he once again got a shirt and pants on, his boots would be after that as he grabbed a pair of short blades, something he could use as a tool or as a weapon in case of trouble... And then his trusty actual weapon&nbsp; - the bow he’d been using and taking care of for years. With a quiver full of arrows, he’d give the strong one try before nodding and feeling secured by its tenseness against his firm fingers. “Alright, that’s good.” Stepping out confidently, he’d soon give her a smile. “Sounds great, i’ll lead you to where we’ll be searching, it’s a wide breath of land and a few towns are in the area. We should probably check them out as well, if theres anything unusual that happened lately they’d be in the know.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 06:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The only answer that Gabriel would get out of Seylene would be a single confident nod. "We will turn this location inside and out, so long as there is any chance that a lead towards Lady Naya's location is around. It doesn't matter how long it takes." After that she would fall in line and fall silent, simply following behind Gabriel and keeping out a diligent eye for any potential stalkers or attackers. After all, if word somehow got out about her survival, no doubt her mysterious attackers from the convoy would be back to finish the job, and she could not allow them to get the upper hand on her for a second time. That aside, she still had a few things to talk about. Gabriel had been the only human to see her act in an undignified, ungraceful manner... It had been his first impression of her entire clan, her entire RACE, and it had been one of violence and anger. Despite the fact that it had been waved off with a chuckle, she couldn't allow for such a terribly sour first impression to stand.<br><br>It had to be corrected, she had to make amends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 06:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pretty good to hear you're so confident." He offered her a smirk, giving a nod as he agreed to her devotion to find her princess. he moved quickly as they began to scour the woods. Gabriel himself was a quick, skillfull hunter as he focused on scouting ahead, often times walking at a jogging pace while barely making any noise. Assuming she would be able to keep up he would focus on staying in the darkness and hiding as he kept a constant vigil and lookout. "There are some caves about twenty minutes from here." he said, leaning against a large build, something that cast a looming shadow as the sun continued to rise. "We use this boulder as something of a clock and a landmark out here, as the sun kind of makes the shadow move like a clock. there are the western hills. While none of the caves are very deep they might still be hiding some clues as to what happened. Your attackers could have hidden in them to avoid patrols. We'll look there." He was pretty calm, but the way she seemed to be... He didn't quite know what to call it, but he could see she was serious about&nbsp; working with him, and that did make him fairly glad. It was a cool morning, and the animals around them seemed active enough, so they were more than likely alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 06:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene nodded, having already decided on an appropriate course of action for how to make amends with Gabriel. However, this was neither the time nor the place for such a discussion. While it was true that her honor was tainted and her name was sullied at the moment, neither of those meant even a fraction to her as much as the safety of Lady Naya. So she could bear with the dishonor for a while longer during the day while they searched. He mentioned something about them resting at an inn later in the evening, that seemed like a more appropriate place to bring up such a talk. For now, Seylene would merely nod and begin to explore the caves. Again, she would allow for Gabriel to take charge and lead the way. After all, she was willing to admit that he was much more skilled at navigating through the darkness with silence and agility. While she was able to move through the trees with acceptable grace, the fact remained that she was considered something of a 'brute' by her kind and had a tendency to walk through the caves with heavy feet, her steps echoing through the seemingly empty halls of the caves.<br><br>Nevertheless, if there was a clue to be found in this place, no stone would be unturned until it was found.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 07:05:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they continued to&nbsp; move, he did try to strike up some conversation. "So, tell me about your kind. Why are you elves at war anyway? Politics? resource? religion? We don't hear much from your lands and I guess i'm pretty curious about you." he didn't want to upset her, though. Before long they had arrived at the caves he spoke of, yawning looking chasm&nbsp; in a large hill,something of a mound. "Here. It's still light enough that we shouldn't need torches..." Just in case however, he had a hand on his bow as he began to enter, the dead leaves giving way to firm stone as his boots clacked against it faintly. Perhaps most tellingly as they got deeper into the area was the scent of smoke, a fire that would have been snuffed out recently enough but there was no sign of embers or dying flames. 'Well, someone was here in the last day and a half, it'd take some time for smoke to clear out of this cave... Let's see what we can find.""
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 07:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene's answer to his first question would be short, but surprisingly thorough all things considered. "I suppose it comes down to a difference in cultures... Politics if you will. There are two different clans among the elves, those that believe that each of us should have a voice in the way that our nation is ran, and the deconstruction of the tiers. The other believes such a system would be anarchy, and that only the blessed should be allowed to decide the future of our race." She paused, deciding to elaborate further. "... You see, our kind's rank and position is decided by our beauty. We appreciate grace and beauty above all else, we take pride in it. That's why I find your human clothing so... well... stifling."<br><br>It was around that point that they dove into another cave, and she had to go silent while Gabriel talked about how somebody had been around in the last day. "Of course, let's turn this whole cave upside down if we have to." As stated before, she would not rest until any kind of clue or lead was uncovered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 07:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see, my apologies. I guess it's like nobles here. A few decades ago there was a war when the old king died and at least three houses claimed to be next in the line of succession. It lasted for almost five years before one of them finally gained the support of the minor houses and had enough manpower to claim the throne for themselves. Happened well before I was born though." He said with a shake of his head. "Still, i'm sorry that the war seems so hellish. And your rank and position is by beauty? Well... Were you the commander of your battalion then?" The question was innocent but more importantly, it was honest. That seemed the logical reasoning but any further questions from him would wait as the sight of abandoned sleeping rolls and a meal that was not finished came into sight, the smoldering ashes of a fire in the middle of the camp. There were spools of rope, some of which seemed to be cut apart. "Well, well... Looks like they must have left this morning, but to where?" He asked, quickly beginning to look as he hoped for any map, any note, any location... But, nothing. Aside from the left gear and rope, there seemed to be nothing indicating where they had traveled to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 19:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene glanced towards him, her cheeks flushing when he asked if she was the commander of her unit after emphasizing that their social structure and position was based on beauty. Sure, it was a perfectly innocent question, but Seylene was able to pick up the undertones of it nonetheless. Did he... Did he really appreciate her beauty that much? Back home she had always been middle of the pack, acceptable, tolerable, but nothing to write home about by any means. It ended up lingering in the back of her mind even as they found the campsite, and tore it upside down looking for any kind of potential lead as to where they would be heading afterwards. "Damn it... It looks like they left in a hurry though, do you think it's possible that they might have been found by somebody and had to make a quick escape? We should ask the soldiers in the nearby town if they saw any suspicious activity, they might be able to give us a lead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 11:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn’t answer the question and he thought he hit a personal thing. “Sorry....” he said the word sincerely, not wanting to hurt or insult her as it still had to be painful to lose her unit and friends. But when she mentioned they left in a rush he gave a quick nod. “Fire still have a bit of warmth, so if we move fast perhaps we can still get some bearing on where they went. We should keep looking around, but if we find nothing there are some nearby rangers and scouts in town. If we hurry we can get there as the sun begins to set so we’ll have time to ask information and hopefully get a lead before retiring for the night.” He gave a nod, turning to leave the cave as he figured she would follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 16:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene had no motivation to stop the two of them from leaving the cave once their business was taken care of. While part of her did want to ask what he was apologizing for, seeing as how he had just complimented her, right now her duty was first and foremost on her mind. "Sounds good to me, lead the way." Once again she had the feeling that she was something of a fish out of the water in the human domain, so she had to rely on her guide to lead the way. However, that being said, she did have a bit more input in their suggested route. "And I don't think we're going to find anything else around more valuable then this camp. Continuing to search the area would be a waste of time. We can't afford to just roam blindly forever, let's see if your fellow rangers can get us a lead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 01:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got it." He knew these woods fairly well, and as he walked he did so with a confident stride in an attempt to show her there wasn't much to worry about here, listening to her. "You think so? Alright, we'll head there then. The town isn't too far from us, and I suppose we'd still be searching..." Heading through the forest it eventually got lighter until they saw mills for processing cut trees and lumber, and the telltale buildings of a large town - probably home to at least a few thousand people, if not more. Smoke rose in plumes from certain homes or buildgings, and the gates to the city had a few somewhat bored guards milling about. As Gabriel waved to them they gave a small customary salute back but would gaze a bit curiously as his companion. Clearing his throat to grab their attention Gabriel would give a smile. "Lucas and the others are still in town, right? Have a few questions for him..."<br><br>One of the guard snapped his attention from the elf to Gabriel, speaking quickly. "Lucas? He left early this morning to hunt like he usually does. He'll be back in a few hours, but he left some of the others behind in the barracks, it's best to ask them while they're here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 02:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they approached the human town, Seylene got more and more of a growing feeling in her gut that she was a fish out of water in this place. Of course she knew that she was a foreigner in human territory, but something about the looks that she got from Gabriel's companions sent the whole message home for her. Curiosity, she was something new and unusual to them, out of place, unbelonging in this place. She found herself stiffening up a little bit while Gabriel talked to the soldiers, particularly this "Lucas" person and his unit. If he was going to be gone for another few hours, then that would give the two of them plenty of time to ask around the rest of the group, as well as find a place to settle in for the afternoon. Seylene sighed reluctantly as they made their way through the city streets, her already attracting a fair deal of attention just from being elven. Nonetheless, she was trusting in Gabriel to lead the way to the barracks, where she'd perhaps feel a bit more in her element again once they were back on the trail.<br><br>For a little while, anyway. It was too late in the afternoon for them to continue the chase any further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 04:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The town was known for its lumber mils and crafters, which would only be more apparent as the two entered and began to walk through the town. The soldiers gave a goodbye wave, though again they seemed surprised by an elf in the town... but given she was armored and with a soldier they recognized it was safe for them to assume she was safe. Walking on cobblestone streets, Gabriel gave a small hum as he looked about. "Well, let's go talk to the scouts here and see what they know. After that, we have a bit of free time to wait on the guards." he said after a moment, of course... The soldiers here had little knowledge of anyone coming through, let alone any inconspicuous groups when they were asked in the barracks. Even the soldiers there were surprised by an elf, and as they moved through the town ordinary people would turn their heads or give hushed whispers to one another about the pointy eared, almost ethereal woman. "Okay, well... Keep an eye out, i'm not sure who we're looking for but its highly likely they may be in the town or looking for passage through it." And if they were? Well, he wanted to catch them immediately or at least begin to deal with them.<br><br>As they left the barracks, he gave a sigh. "Well, that wasn't the most helpful but at least they'll know that we're looking for something here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 04:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene looked a bit discouraged when she heard that nobody knew anything in town. Of course, now that she thought about it, it seemed rather obvious that a dangerous group of kidnappers wouldn't want to move through any kind of heavily populated area, lest they draw unnecessary attention to themselves... Especially with an elf in their company, Seylene could now advocate full well for the fact that people would remember if an elven princess had been brought through, especially against her will. Their last hope rested on this 'Lucas' that had yet to return, Seylene could only hope that he could give them some kind of small nudge in the right direction. For now, though, it looked like the two of them had a bit of time to kill. Gabriel tried his best to be kind, wrapping up everything with reassuring words as he plucked out the silver lining while all that Seylene could see were clouds overhead. "I suppose... So our next task is to rent a room for the evening, right? It's a term I've heard tossed around a few times, and I was briefed about it with my small lesson on your culture... But I really don't know anything about how inns work, or how to go about getting a room... How do you even tell which of these huge buildings are inns?"<br><br>One thing of note, Seylene kept saying 'a' room, singular.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 00:50:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel did his best to smile, nod, and then just give a quiet sigh once they had left. He was still optimistic but being so stymied in their pursuit did make him feel a bit burdened by it. Sighing faintly he would then turn to Seylene and give a more genuine smile. "Lucas tends to look for bandits all the time. He's pretty good at it so if we find out anything it'll be when he comes back after dark. For now we should rest, we've been at this for hours and frankly we won't be getting anywhere by exhausting ourselves completely. "Yeah! We rent a room at an inn, and then we can order food, drinks, stuff like that. The inns here are pretty tidy and clean, don't water anything down, have nice hot baths... So we're in luck that the town is pretty open. The inns here are Dragons Claw tavern, and Eastbrook Inn, Dragons claw tends to deal with the more rowdy and boisterous sort, Eastrbook I think has better food though." He was a bit curious why she mentioned only one room, but he assumed they'd get two rooms eventually, and she was just using one room as an example.&nbsp; "They have signs infront of the doors, so i'll point them out. Did you have other questions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 00:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene would shake her head when Gabriel asked if she had any questions, before she started to shift a small bit closer to him in anticipation of him leading the way towards which ever inn he would prefer for the evening. Just like always, she was willing to put her trust in his judgement on the matter, seeing as how she was about as ignorant as it came to this city and it's inn options. "Alright, Go ahead and pick which ever one you think you'd be more comfortable in for the night, I'll follow." Seylene didn't know the policy on renting out multiple rooms. As far as she saw it, the two of them were a single group, so it simply didn't make practical sense to her that they should be separated. Of course, there would be a few complications and... breaches of privacy... but Seylene was able to put up with those for the time being. Besides, she did have a few things she needed to talk to him about, once they were off the streets and somewhere a bit more secluded. It had been bugging her since early morning.<br><br>Once he made his pick of inn, Seylene would follow him to the entrance before asking in a curious, innocent voice. "So... err... how is it going to work? I mean, privacy, when we're in the same room like that... I've never heard of 'renting' specific rooms before coming into human territory."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 01:02:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would walk back onto the road and begin leading her somewhere, briefly through a marketplace as people waved briefly at a lone soldier before staring bluntly at the lone elf for a few moments. "er..." Trailing off he flushed a bit and moved to a different and less populated street as he hurried along. "Eastbrook is nice though a bit more expensive. We'll stay there." He'd also request a few soldiers check out the other inn once they were back, just to flush anyone out possibly... Though he doubted any of the perpetrators would linger in this town for long. As he soon moved to a road near a stream that passed through the town they'd approach a fairly large two storied building, the windows lit faintly with warm lighting and quiet sounds coming from the door. "Wait... You really wanna share the same room?" Gabriel asked with some surprise, his eyes looking to her as he turned. "It's a bit more modest if we both get separate rooms, don't you think? Then privacy isn't an issue, is it?" Was sharing a room something elves did? Maybe it was just a cultural thing that he didn't get but he was obviously taken by surprise about her actually saying they'd spend the time in one room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 01:11:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene flushed as well, averting her gaze and staring at the ground when Gabriel talked about how it would be more private for them to get separate rooms. "Well... where I come from, when you need a place to stay while traveling, the rooms are free. But they're separated by gender, and they can get rather stuffy... I had no idea that you were allowed to get separate rooms all to yourself in human territory..." Nevertheless, she went silent for a few seconds before shaking her head, though her face blushed even brighter as she spoke. "It's fine though, you stated that this inn is somewhat expensive, and we can't afford to put TOO heavy a burden on your wallet. B-besides... erm..." Yes, it had been bothering her, but that didn't make the admission any easier. "I... I do need to speak with you... There's something I have to let you know, alone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 01:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, so I see... I suppose that makes some sense. The inns here though are pay for the room, usually two a room if a couple. So if you wanna share we can just have one person on the bed, the other on the floor with a bed roll or something. " though as matters turned to a more private he just gave a quiet nod. Say no more! We'll talk after a hot meal." He said with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 01:32:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene offered him a thankful smile, nodding in agreement to his suggestion that they wait until after dinner to talk about matters of a more private nature. "Of course, thank you." With that she would head inside, wondering if there was some kind of restaurant or tavern on the bottom floor that served meals, or if they would be brought up to their room. Seylene had to admit, the more time she spent in this human town, the more interested she was in their culture, and seeing what other humans were like.<br><br>Despite some cultural differences, there really weren't too many differences between the two races at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 04:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside, the building seemed to be a tavern but also fairly quiet and homely. People were scattered across the tables as servers carried plates and cups or mugs filled with drinks. Some played cards while a pair of older men were playing a game of dice, more involved in that than anything. "So... eat down here or get a room?" Gabriel asked as he entered, enjoying the peaceful attitude.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 05:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene had calmed down by the time they entered the lobby, her eyes glancing from side to side to take note of all the various games that the people down on the bar level were playing. "We have options? How about we eat down here first, and then rent a room?" That would give Syelene some much needed time to think about how she wanted to come out and tell Gabriel about what was on her mind. It wasn't the sort of thing that she was normally comfortable just coming flat out and saying, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 06:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kay!" The food here seemed to be a pasta dish, a side of bread and a rather hearty and somewhat spicy sauce that smothered the pasta in meat and sauce, of course. Sitting down with his plate he would have gotten them a room for the night too, the singular mention getting a smirk from the elder matron who owned the place but she said nothing. "Sounded good to me, and this foodlooks great anyway. So, was there anything else you wante dto say? I mean, you said you had something personal but were there other things too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 06:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene would shake her head, remaining somewhat silent through the meal as she took small samples of everything that the inn had to offer. Her eyes widened a little as she tasted the mild spiciness of the sauce, though she seemed to enjoy it after a few bites. All in all, it was only a short amount of time before the entire plate was consumed, and the elven woman had a content smile on her face. "Sorry... It's... it's kind of an elven thing, we don't talk when we're eating. Anyway, we'll speak more once we've rented a room for the evening." Just like always she would follow his lead as she waited for him to make his way to the front desk, pay for the night, and get the key to their room. She would remain silent, and try her best to ignore the curious gazes from the patrons, while this happened.<br><br>She didn't have much to say that didn't require a bit of privacy, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 10:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, okay. Sorry, I guess I do like chatter a good bit, you know? Don't always get to talk when hunting alone so when i'm with others it's just easier to." He'd go silent as they ate however, finishing his meal in relative quiet though not being completely distant or avoiding her. Wiping his mouth with a napkin when he finished he'd grab the key and begin ascending the stairs as he motioned for her to follow. Moving to one of the doors and unlocking it, the merchant class sized inn room was cozy, a small fireplace and everything one might need for staying at an inn, private bathroom included. "So..." As the door closed, Gabriel would let his satchel of gear rest on the table as he gave a small stretch. "You uh, wanted to talk in private about something? Well, no time like the present."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 16:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she heard the small clicking of the door, a final assurance that the two of them were alone, Seylene felt her face flush again as she prepared to speak. "I... I did say that, didn't i?" She took a deep breath, calming herself down a little before she continued in full. "Listen... I know that you already said it was fine, but the fact remains that you've seen the worst side of me, and I owe you my life. It's not something that I can live with, knowing that I owe you such a great debt from two different causes. Basically... um... well, what it comes down to is that I need to even out my debt to you, and back home we typically do this by serving the person to which we owe a debt to for a small amount of time. Nothing unreasonable or anything, and I can turn down a request if I feel uncomfortable or unsafe, but... well... yeah."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 22:59:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did say that, yep." Gabriel clarified with a wink, though when she took a deep breath and seemed to take it much more seriously any lackadaisical attitude on his part swiftly faded as he became much more attentive.&nbsp; "Hm?" taken back by her requesting the chance to make things right he just did his best to try and downplay it. "Hey, you don't owe me anything. I was just doing what my job is as a soldier here. You were injured, I did my best to heal and treat you. I mean, you don't really have to owe me anything, you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 00:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene shook her head, growing a bit more assertive and insistent when she heard him try to deny the offer. "Please, I insist! My actions were a great stain on my dignity, and... it's just that... Yes, I know that you were just doing your job and everything, but it's been bothering me ever since we set out on the road. Just please allow me to do this." She lowered her gaze, wondering just how far out of the ordinary this kind of request was to him. Back home, such acts of service were a part of every day life, something that was commonly accepted. However, from the sounds of things, human communities had no such system.<br><br>Still, for her own sake, she couldn't allow her debt to go unpaid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 11:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“No, it’s really not necessary, trust me...” She didn’t budge though and with a sigh he would then give a nod. “Okay, okay... So... What? Like, what’s acceptable? Or unacceptable? I mean, it’s a pretty loaded thing to make yourself someones servant in all but name.” he said with a hint of annoyance before sighing again. “Unless you have something very specific in mind for paying me back or something because I mean... I’m trying to think of a few ideas right now, I just don’t want you to feel forced to do them.” His tone was a bit irritated at first, but then just more confused. If she wanted to make up for what happened he wanted something that would well, make them both happy with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 16:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene shook her head gently when he asked if there was something she had in mind. "If there's something I don't want to do, or feel forced about, I'll simply tell you. The idea is to repay my debt to you while maintaining my dignity and my composure, not to bring even more shame upon myself then I have already. You don't have to worry about that." She could tell that he was a bit irritated and confused by the idea, so she went with the decision to hopefully explain things to him a bit better in the hopes that he would understand. "Does that make sense at all? I know it might be confusing at first."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 13:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand it, I just don't... I dunno, sit with it I guess. This is about helping you restore your honor? I mean if you want, you could do... I'm thinking. You're a warrior. Why not act like a princess or a dancer? I mean, something like that has to be a bit humbling and remind you of what you are. So! Pick one, stop being a soldier for the evening and let's see a more lady like side of you." Gabriel smirked a bit, hoping to catch her in a bit of a conundrum with the honor bit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 20:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she heard his suggestion, Seylene's cheeks went bright red, and she gave him a surprised look. "You... you would like that? I- I uh..." she fumbled with her hands a bit, her gaze darting to the ground before she continued. "Uh... you see... Do you remember how we talked about our beauty being what determines our position in society? Because of that, dancers are regarded very highly where I come from... It was a shock to hear that you humans looked down upon them so heavily for the most part." She bit her lip, finding this to be about the most quiet and awkward she had ever been in her life. "I mean, if you would <em>enjoy</em> a simple footsoldier like me acting like that, I'd do it... but... I don't think I'd do justice to it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 23:13:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shockingly, she didn't seem to really decline the idea as much as she wanted clarifications. "Well, since you're on the pretty side... I think being a dancer for a night would give you a different perspective and at least make you think twice about shooting someones head off.' He said with a small smirk, though he continued to look at her, idly interested in her reaction. "Though since I doubt you have anything suitable for wearing like that... Maybe you can still go to the tailor here? See if he has something? Use a cloak or a hood to hide your ears and no one will probably notice that you're an elf. I think you could do justice to it! And besides, it is kind of my wish, right? You have to comply, don't you?" by this point he was starting to get into it, giving her a more devious grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 23:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd... do it justice?" She gulped softly, nodding as he even went so far as to suggest a method through which she could go about procuring such a costume. Though at that point, she even put on a flattered smile as she nodded and started to shift towards her bags. "That's right, it is your request, and I'm obligated to comply..." She went through her bags, grabbing her cloak before she draped it around her body and slipped the hood over her head to hide her ears. "Like this, right?" Assuming that her hood was successfully hidden, she would slip out into town on her own with the insistence that she'd be able to find the tailor herself. The only thing she would need would Gabriel to front the money for her costume, seeing as how she didn't have any human currency. As she asked, though, her face would grow more flushed as she insisted that he simply add it to the debt she was about to repay.<br><br>She'd come back after about an hour, still draped from head to toe in her cloak as she set her conventional clothes off to the side... Did that mean she succeeded in her costume search? The answer would quickly become apparent as she pulled the cloak a small bit closer to her body, and spoke back to Gabriel in a soft tone. "Um... are you ready? I- I think I got something fitting..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 00:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah! justice, I mean, you're pretty and I think you'd look good in a change of wardrobe. If you take your personal honor that seriously then it'd be easy for you to see how that honor affects you from a differnet way, right? So, let's see how you look as one. And like that, you look hidden." Maybe they should have entered that way? Any of these bandits or raiders might have begun hiding the moment an elf entered in town... but that was the past. Before long, she'd have the spare money from Gabriel as she insisted, though he rolled his eyes. 'The dance will be enough, trust me." And the people at the tailors were more than helpful, assuming she was just a traveler looking for something exotic. "You have something?" By then the sun was continuing to set, almost finished as the night sky became more and more visible. The room was pleasantly warm, and Gabriel himself soon sat on the bed, his armor off as his uniform fit him more loosely and relaxed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 01:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene nodded, noting the way he sat on the bed in his more comfortable and loose fitting clothing. After taking in a deep breath and preparing herself for his judgement, she pulled the cloak away to reveal a white top that covered her breasts, but left just about everything exposed as it was held up by a pair of strings that came up to connect to a choker around her neck. Her arms were bare, her midriff was bare, and the other noteworthy article of clothing was a red dress tied together with a knot around her hip to leave a wide slit across one of her bare legs to leave it exposed. Finally, she wore a pair of white heels with it, pushing her into a more proper position as she stood up straight and put her arms behind her back, her eyes shifted away. "So... what do you think?"<br><br>Unlike what Gabriel could be thinking, it wasn't the exposure itself that Seylene was afraid of. She had displayed back in the barracks that she didn't really have the same kind of shame that was expected of her. Rather, it was the idea that she was deliberately making herself vulnerable to his admiration, and his judgement, that made her so nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 12:13:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was not all that surprised by her seeming quite fine with the choice of... ‘dress’, even though he stared. Instead, his surprise came as he cleared his threat and looked her over. “Huh, I guess that’s not exactly the kind of dancer outfit I was expecting... but, you still fulfilled your promise so I can’t really say you aren’t working at it. Well then...” He looked her over, a smile on his face as he took the time to appreciate her body, eyes looking her up and down with a small glint. “...How do elven dancers well, dance?” he asked, curious of course and wanting to see her body really and truly move. “Show me that, and we’ll consider you one step further along in getting your honor back from how you acted earlier.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 20:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing that Gabriel wanted a show on how elven dancers did their job, Seylene nodded before she took a deep breath and walked over to him. She crawled up onto the bed with her arms loosely slung around his neck with her elbows resting against his shoulders, while her legs spread to straddle his hips. After getting into position, she leaned in gently, whispering softly as she described the rules to Gabriel. "This is the part where I think you request what you want to see, and what you want me to do... And... and uh... well..." She hesitated again, wondering rather or not she wanted to add a particular stipulation. After about a second of turmoil, though, she decided to speak up. "you are permitted to touch as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 10:32:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Continuing to watch, he kept the smile as she then hung her arms around his neck, his eyes on her with more certainty than he had before. Even if this was gonna be a surprise he was going to roll with the flow and see where things went. “Where I request? Okay, I want you to dance slowly and sensually on my lap, use your hips a lot.” He said, his hand sliding down her body. It was a bit rough at first but his hand quickly eased against her skin, far more warmly than he had before. “So... Let’s start nice and slow then.” He spoke, his voice much more quiet this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 15:18:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene took in a deep breath, her eyes falling shut for a few moments as she nodded and edged in closer to him while his hand slowly slid down her body. It was hard to deny that even though she was simply repaying a debt, there was something <em>exhilarating</em> about what she was doing right now. Specifically, the way that he stroked his hand down the side of her smooth firm stomach set her heart on fire. She began rolling her hips from side to side, occasionally rubbing her groin up and down against his. As a result of her movements and her closeness, this also resulted in the tips of her breasts softly making contact with his chest every once in a while. "Like... like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-08-2014, 23:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Like that...” his voice was rather quiet, eyes focused on her as he relished the way she brushed against him or ground into him. The hand on her would slowly rise up her body as he leaned in a bit deeper against her, giving another smile to her as she doubted herself. “Relax, a dance can also be fun for yourself you know. Don’t think of it as just me, and maybe think about it more as both of us enjoying the same thing?” He spoke calmly as his hand brushed against her neck before slowly going down her body once more, his breathing a bit more light this time around as he felt his arousal and appreciation of her growing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 16:05:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of his hand running up and down the side of her body was enough to send chills down her spine, and make her shiver a little bit as their little session continued. She bit down on her lip, enjoying the feeling of his hand brushing against her body a bit too much, so much so that his words and advice were basically white noise. Instead, she focused mostly on where his eyes were trailing, and the feeling of brewing arousal between the two of them. He... he really did appreciate her, admire what she had to offer... The simple thought that he desired her made her heart swell with pride, and filled her with more confidence as she decided to press a bit further. "You know, that feels quite nice... You could explore a bit more, if you so desire... Just tell me what you'd like me to do, and I'm... <em>obligated</em> to comply."<br><br>She bit her lip harder, wondering if she had perhaps given him too much permission. At the same time, though, she was filled with a thrilling anticipation as she waited to see what he'd do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 10:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was not like Elven men, that much was readily apparent. With a more broad shoulders and muscular build he was not overly built but still it was easy to feel his more rough and even slightly calloused fingers as his eyes remained on her. “Feels nice, does it?” He asked, his body briefly leaning in and pressing against her more naked body. “Well, that’s good. Means you’re enjoying it a bit too. So, do all elves learn to dance like this? Because a lot of men here you know... Well, they’d call it pretty erotic. I know I think you look really sexy doing this.”It was a pretty honest but still direct way to say he was liking it, and judging by the way his hand would soon openly grope her rear with a warm and firm hand, it seemed things might be progressing in a certain direction...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 22:53:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His powerful, calloused fingers feeling up and down the nearly bare form of her body was enough to send shivers of delight, and anticipation, up her spine. Despite the fact that she was a frontline soldier, a warrior, her body still felt so slender and soft against him that she felt genuinely vulnerable when being held by him... It was a feeling of vulnerability that got her even more aroused then she had already made herself with her dancing beforehand. She... she wanted for him to keep touching her, to feel those powerful hands on her body. This feeling was only fed more when his hand reached behind and grabbed her ass, groping it with a series of squeezes and rubs that inspired a soft yelp out of the elven woman, and an even greater bite on her lower lip. "mmm... No. Not all elves learn to dance like this... I'm doing it because- mmm! - because it's what you asked of me..."<br><br>She looked into his eyes, her own orbs starting to grow a bit hazy in pure lust. She was eating out of his hand at this point, the look in her eyes would be all that he would need to tell him that he had total control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 06:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One hand would remain firmly on her rear, the other moving across her body as she moved with a more quiet rhythm that his hands subtly followed. She was not really marked or scarred by battle, which made her an interesting warrior and still a lovely woman as his breathing hitched for just a moment. “No? How did you learn to dance like this?” His eyes looked into hers as she seemed to grow a bit heavy lidded and before long he would take it to his advantage. As he leaned into her his chest would firmly press against her body, his lips locking with hers in a firm and passionate kiss while his fingers only squeezed more harshly against her ass. He was the one with control right now, and for that he found it particularly amazing to be holding her and kissing her that intensely!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 06:48:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene blinked a few times, trying her best to stammer out a half response to his question. "I never learned... I simply acted... I know that must seem-mmp!" Before she could even finish, his lips were against hers, kissing her intensely as that powerful hand of his began to squeeze her ass more firmly then before. He was taking control of her body, and Seylene had little doubt that if she didn't stop him, she would not be leaving this room a pure woman. She knew that it was her duty to stop him here, that she had to draw the line at some point if she wanted to preserve her dignity and her purity... However... those hands that roamed her soft and supple form, the feeling of her large breasts rubbing and grinding against his own chest, the hot and passionate kiss that he was bearing down on her... She knew in her mind that it was in her best interest to tell him to stop, to pull away... Yet she couldn't bring herself to do it, she simply didn't have the restraint.<br><br>She wanted to relinquish control of herself over to him, it felt so... so easy... so natural. And so Seylene leaned into the kiss just a little, a soft groan emerging from her throat as her arms continued to rest comfortably and loosely around his shoulders. Where would he go from here? Where would he touch next? Where would he take her? Would he command her to strip down? Strip HIM down? No matter what she asked, in her heart, she already knew that she'd obey just about anything at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 21:55:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never learned? Now that was an honest surprise, but he just shook his head and brushed that issue aside. “Well, you have a talent for ‘simply acting’.” Gabriel would say it a bit underbreath as he felt her body firmly against his, the ay she seemed to even enjoy it wish how warm her body was. Her full breasts dragged against his skin and made him shudder for a moment, eyes on her before the kiss began and continued with a more intensive emotion to it. His breathing hitched and slowed throughout the kiss as he took his time to enjoy it, fingers moving between her thighs as his hand would rub at her clothed slit all the while. He had options of course, and his other hand would leave her ass as he seld on to the nape of her neck and dragged his nails across it briefly. The undergarments she had on were slid to the side of her hips as his thumb rubbed against her clit and a finger would slowly push against her inner walls as he slid it into her with a small growl as he broke the kiss. Smiling just a bit the hand on her neck would then move through her hair slowly as he looked into her eyes with that confidence he seemed to gain tonight. <br><br>There was no turning back now given another finger was thrust into her and his cloth covered shaft was getting harder and rubbing against her thigh by now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 20:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene gasped loudly as Gabriel's hands began to run up and down the length of her pussy, her entire body going stiff for a few moments before she leaned forward, pressing her body more fully against his own for the sake of greater support. When he looked into her eyes, the gaze he saw would be almost drowned out in lust, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing heavy against his neck as he teased her clit a little. She could feel that shaft growing harder and rubbing against her thigh, and she actually felt some anticipation build up in her stomach at the idea that this hard shaft would soon be violating her. Much to her surprise, she actually found herself looking forward to it, wondering what it would feel like...<br><br>She bit her lip a little, before she leaned in and gently kissed his neck before speaking. "Perhaps you should... erm... perhaps you could carry me to the bed? Before- before we proceed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 11:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Carry you? Alright...” his hands held her thigh and back a bit firmly as he moved to the bed and soon carried her alongside him, resting on the bed as he gave a small huff of exertion and let his hands slide down lower against her. “Like this? I think it’s much more to our liking, don’t you agree?” He felt the same anticipation, though perhaps in a different way. His hands touched her, explored her neck even as he leaned into her kiss from before. He wanted to feel her, touch her, take her... She was a virgin, and there was some elation in being her first afterall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 20:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment she felt her back press against the bed, Seylene lifted her gaze up towards her companion as she nodded meekly, her face flush with desire as she closed her thighs just a tiny bit, and pressed one hand against her chest. As he leaned down against her, kissed her, explored the depths of her bare neck, she felt her self let out a small "mmmm~" Sound as she completely opened up her body to him. She wanted him to touch her everywhere, explore everything she had to offer him with those powerful hands of his... As if to enable him all the more, she spread her arms off to the side and wrapped them around his shoulders, while one of her legs hitched upwards and her thigh rubbed gently against the side of his waist. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 03:08:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bed was big enough for them both, and as one hand moved to undo his pants and free his shaft, his other hand running against her body a bit more openly as it groped one of her breasts and squeezed down on it. Once his cock was free the had would help move her legs, his body leaning in as the tip of his cock pressed in against her slit and teased her there for a moment as his hips bucked faintly, his body moving to the flow of an unseen rhythm as he started to thrust into her in full and take her. It would be slow at first, inch after inch spearing into her as his hips moved against hers, fingers clamping down on her toned thigh and causing him to groan out, eyes a bit hazy and full as he gave a moan. “Mmm...” But every second and thrust would bring him against her harder, his shaft impaling her repeatedly as the slower lovemaking got steadily more aggressive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 03:32:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene sucked in a deep breath, her legs quivering a little as she felt the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. When it finally happened, and he speared forward to start slowly and gently thrusting into her, she let out a harsh gasp as he pushed right through her hymen. As was to be expected of the virgin elf, she was nearly flawlessly tight as her knees bent upwards, and she gripped the blankets tightly. "aaaaaaagh~" He would begin thrusting harder, though it would still be plenty for Seylene to adjust to as she bit her lip, threw her head backwards, and simply contented herself with resting back and letting him do the work for the time being. No doubt that would eventually change, as Seylene was always the kind of woman that liked to take action and contribute, but for now she was too far overloaded with the conflicting feelings of the sharp, de-virginizing pain, and the intense pleasure that he was able to give her.<br><br>She found herself hungry for more though, and excited to see just how much he could do for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 04:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blankets would provide ample enough support for her hands as he began to fuck her, his hand still holding on to her leg as he pierced her hymen, feeling his cock more easily able to thrust into her and more fully take her as his other hand reached for hers. The bed creaked louder with the continued roughness, his breathing a bit more heavy as his body pressed in against hers, his hips at a constant rhythm and pace now as the sound of flesh against flesh and feminine moans were met with more masculine gasps and sounds of pleasure. His body was tense, beads of sweat forming even as those shuddered gasps of pleasure eventually hardened into what felt like growls, his shaft spearing into her balls deep as he started to truly fuck her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 04:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene began to respond in kind shortly after, her feminine moans filling the room as her hands released the blankets and instead wrapped around his shoulders as began to roll her hips instinctively back against him. It was clear from the way that her body shook and her moans came out so sweet and pure that this was all perfectly new to her, and she couldn't have picked a better person to share it with. Once he began to fuck her in full, her pussy greeted him with even warmer of a welcome as it gripped tighter, and almost seemed to draw him in deeper with each rotation of his hips to meet his thrust halfway. She grew accustomed to the feeling of his balls slapping softly against the bottom of her ass, and it almost became welcomed whenever he was fully hilted, and she let out another one of her sweet cries.<br><br>She pulled his body further down against hers, squeezing and rubbing her bare breasts against his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 04:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands held her firmly, the human different from an elf. his hands were broader, his body stronger and more muscular and even as he pumped into her he seemed to be all the more firm and rough, the eagerness of his hips grinding into hers making it all the more intense as the bed itself started to creak and rock with his movements. His breathing stilted for just a moment as he felt how tight she was, moving with her as his hips bucked into hers, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room too. Each moment he could feel his cock throb and ache in her, his hands resting on her thighs for a few moments as they explored her body before lovking her legs around him, his groans getting louder and even more aggressive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 06:18:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her legs moved naturally to link themselves around his waist, and her grip around his shoulders tightened and she cried out in pure delight with each powerful, lewd thrust that the human pushed into her. Even though she was a trained and seasoned warrior among her people, his body was still bulkier, broader, and more muscular. It caused her to shiver the more that it pressed against her own softer and more slender form, it made her feel safe, protected... And oddly enough... <em>inferior</em>. Seylene wasn't quite able to justify in her own mind why that actually made her feel even more aroused, but it hardly mattered for now as she continued letting out gasps of pure bliss, she gripped her human lover even tighter, and she begged him with sweet little whispers into his ear for him to give her more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 07:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linking her legs around his firm waist, his hands held her tighter even as she gripped him with more strength! He moaned out against her once more, hands holding her smoother body while his hips ground and more forcibly bucked against her, his shaft aching in her as she whimpered and whispered out with parted lips. The more masculine and heady growls and other sounds of pleasure would vibrate against her lips as he kissed her for a moment before he began to leave a trail of kisses and bites against her neck, his hot breath rolling more openly against her as he did his absolute best to keep in control, a bit easy for him considering a more hidden but still prominent dominant streak that came out much more easily as he took her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 06:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene was in heaven, feeling his powerful body take full control of hers as he let out those heavy growls of pleasure and peppered her neck with kisses and small bites. Her tight, warm pussy squeezed on his shaft harder then ever, a bit of juices leaking out as the elven woman's moans got more intense. She squeezed harder, her eyes shutting for a few moments before she spoke in a soft voice. "nnnngh~ I- I'm getting so close... Please, don't stop... Keep going!" She pleaded desperately as though it was out of her control... And technically speaking, it was. This feeling of yielding herself to him, allowing him to explore and play with her soft, supple body in any way he desired, feeling that rugged and powerful form rub and grind against her own... It almost sent her mind into a trance!<br><br>For as much of a dominant streak that the human kept stowed away, it seemed like the elven warrior had an equally potent submissive one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 11:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With their inner and hidden selves coming out intimately it was natural for him to feel an elation of pleasure, a deep and heady high that made him thrust against her harder as his breath hitched in his throat! Each pleasurable second brought him closer to that peak of desire, an orgasm as he sensually took her. He had no words as he moaned in ecstasy, trying not to cave in early. Pressing her into the nook of his body he bit down a little firmly on her ear, teeth against its pointed tip as he hissed out and rocked against her in steady but intense motions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 06:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would seem that he was able to hold true to his wishes, and not cave in too early. As he started to bite down a little bit on the tip of her ear, he would hear a sharp, intense moan out of the blonde elf as her back arched, her eyes went wide, and her juices spurted from deep within her tunnel to coat the human's cock. Even with her body shivering from the pleasure though, Seylene kept strong as she bucked her hips back against him, the elf determined not to leave him unsatisfied as he seemed just as close to the breaking point as she herself had been just seconds ago.<br><br>She wouldn't let it end like this, not a chance. She wouldn't allow herself to rest until he was able to join her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 10:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wouldn’t have to work long to get him to join her, each second was raptured bliss for him while he sighed out, unable to keep it in check as her climax drove her into something of a small frenzy of pleasure. He was too far gone to really say anything, instead just groaning out deeply in pleasure as he did his best to hold on until he relented and found himself unable to hold on any longer. His seed shot into her with sharp and heated bursts as he began to rock firmly against her, bucking against her body in coital bliss while he finally came inside Seylene.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 04:59:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pale skinned elf would shiver intensely as she felt the hot, sticky ropes of seed spurt into her stomach. As she felt it settle into place, she let out a sigh of relief as she recalled that humans and elves had a much, MUCH more difficult time reproducing with one another then they did with their own species. It was a tedious process that required a great number of pre-determined steps, and that simple fact allowed her to breathe easy and simply look up towards her human lover with a broad smile. Her arms slung themselves loosely around his neck and her gaze was sweet and soft as she spoke. "Wow... that was incredible..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-11-2014, 19:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He never expected to make love to an elf, so this felt like some sort of lucid dream to him. With his eyes on hers, there was a brief pause, a momentary silence as his body came to a rest. He was safe climaxing in her, right? She didn't seem worried, so he wouldn't concern himself with that either. "Seems we both enjoyed it very much..." Still firm in her, he gave out a brief but earnest sigh of pleasure as he relaxed, his hands sliding to her hips as he rested against her warmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 03:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde elf looked up towards him, still smiling sweetly as she felt those powerful hands of his slide down to her hips and settle into place. "You'd be right... Oh gods that felt so great... I never imagined that humans could be so... so... oooh... Big." It was true, but perhaps not quite in the way that her new lover was expecting. Humans were naturally so much larger then her kind, both when it came to groin size as well as when it came to everything else. His hands felt more powerful, his chest more sturdy, his grip more controlling and safe...<br><br>All of it just added up to an experience that made the elven soldier feel small, controlled, and more turned on then she'd ever been before in her life. She looked up towards him with a meek smile, shivering softly as her tender body continued to rub against his own. "We... we should do this more often."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 03:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was in a much better looking and calmer mood by then. So was he however, the human relaxing as he heard the way she sounded so pleased and... surprised. Elves were certainly different, and if she was calling him big? Hard to not grin at that just a little bit, but he found himself at peace, eyes on her. “If you want to do it more often? Well, let’s find your princess first... And then we’ll work out celebrations after.” Smiling a little more quaintly, he was all for a relationship if it actually happened. Why wouldn’t he? She was amazing, and a good person – both of which were right up his alley.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 06:52:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seylene cracked a smile at his statement, though when he brought up her duty she sobered up as she slid out of bed and stretched. "Of course. Rescuing the princess is the top priority... Would enough time have passed for that companion of yours to be around? I recall that being our road block." Even when she talked about her duty, she couldn't help but be a bit more relaxed and free of stress, compared to how she had been leading up to her 'moment' with her human comrade. It was just difficult for her to be stressed out after a session like <em>that</em>, though perhaps that was for the best. It would allow her to approach the situation with a clear head and a calm mind.<br><br>She could do this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of elf and man (Saint/Toughie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 09:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had a rather pretty smile, something he rather enjoy now that he could focus and relax before she moved, her companion following her. "Mm... By now? Probably. If not? Then something else is going on..." Something that would be worrying to him as well. Perhaps... No, they wouldn't be working with bandits, he knew the contact they were going to meet well enough that the man would never work with them. "So..." As he fumbled for clothes, putting them on one at a time, he'd give another smile. "So, let's get dressed and head out. We'll find him."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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