The Lawbringers (IrishWolf & Keelan)
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				Title: <strong>The Lawbringers (IrishWolf &amp; Keelan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 22:48:57</strong>
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				The city of Mageport, along the&nbsp; Pearl Coast, so named for the rich oyster beds along this stretch of the Clish Sea, was a bustling trade city. Coastal luggers and deep water traders all sought to dock in the natural harbor, both to protect their ships from storms and to meet with the merchant caravans, which traveled to the cities inland. The streets were narrowed by the stalls of visiting merchants and nearly every building had a shop or eatery on the first floor, save for the homes of notables, the vast warehouses, stables and the temples. Members of nearly every race, could be found rubbing shoulders in the streets or bartering. Men, Elves, Dwarves, Goblins and Animalkin, Orcs and Hobgoblins, halfbreeds a plenty and everyone watched out for light fingered Kender. <br><br>Such a rich prize would have tempted many a pirate or marauding band of raiders, however, there were two factors, which would have given even a crazed warlord a pause. First and foremost, was the triple spires of the Mage Tower, which had given the city it’s name. Many of those talented or learning magic dwelt in the city, either holding high office in a spire or in the elegant homes, of the city's notables. <br><br>The second, was one of the largest temples in the city was dedicated to Urther, god of law and order.The city had no need for a watch, although there was one, mostly to man the gates and provide a militia, as the streets were patrolled by Priests from the temple, either alone or leading contingents of staff welding Temple Guards. There were also, a shifting number of Urther’s Magistrates in the city, either returning to the temple to make reports or heading back out, to bring law to the wilds and frontiers, to make the roads safe for merchants and travelers. <br><br>Diana Thorn (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f6/9f/1c/f69f1ccf697b13989e9216f10d03dc10.jpg), Acolyte of Urther, sighed with frustration. The young, blond human, had thought it would have been easy to find Erhard (https://victorianachronists.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/tumblr_mefsmtbwv31qlcikxo1_500.jpg), after all, the man was reported to a near giant and always ready to brawl. The former tavern tough, was the kind of man the temple would have arrested, had he not worked for a Magistrate. But somehow, he had disappeared in the warren of taverns and inns along the dockside. An entire morning of searching hadn’t revealed even a trace and was nothing more than a wasted effort. <br><br>Having failed to find one of the compatriots of the former Magistrate Charles Knott, it was time to heads towards the hopefully, easier one to contact. Magistrate Knott unfortunately had died, succumbing to his wounds, after clearing out a rather large nest of goblin raiders and their foul use of poisons. However, the Temple didn’t want to lose the talents of his company. So orders had come down from the Grand Temple to Mageport, award Knott’s second companion, the Mage Tora Altaica, the honorary title of Magistrate and assign an acolyte to her and Erhard, to continue the God’s work. <br><br>So it was, that near day’s noon, Diana was approaching the residence of Tora Altaica. The trade winds flowed through the street, stirring her shoulder length blond hair and rippling the hem of her white simple robe. Her red surcoat, knee length and emblazoned with a golden book of law, seemed to flow around her trim, athletic body. Although her five foot, five inch height was not imposing, her ability to weld the warhammer hanging off her hip, was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lawbringers (IrishWolf &amp; Keelan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 06:18:58</strong>
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				While it was true that mages often lived in either one of the triple-towers or in a lavish estate, all tended to assume that meant all mages lived exceptionally well. Truthfully though, that was not the case; even amongst mages there was a difference in lifestyles for a variety of reasons, be they based on magical prowess, connections, necessity for further magical study, and a myriad of other factors. Some mages lived in a full tower with perpetuating interdimensional gates to various planes, others lived in a small home and worked with a personal library and alchemical lab.<br><br>Tora Altaica -- Magus of the First Order and 45-year-old Siberian Tiger Animalkin -- lived in one of the more 'modest' homes, still better than most would ever have in their lifetimes, but for a mage it was downright cozy. Eldest daughter of one of the few Animalkin clans of nobility to the Jarl up in the northern regions, she was a potent mage, a profound academic, and loving mother of three now-adult children. Married in an arranged, politically-beneficial marriage to a fellow Tigress whom happened to be a futa, it'd been years since she'd lived with her wife, and months since her youngest decided he wanted to move in with a boyfriend (whom Tora did not trust, not that she trusted any boy her youngest son found fanciful, drawn to 'bad boys' as he was), thus leaving her alone in the home, sans a live-in wolf-girl of a maid.<br><br>As an Animalkin, the fact that Tora was a noble in humanoid society -- even if it was a minor one by comparison to the usual human houses -- and especially that she was a classically trained an particularly exceptional mage would be enough to make her something of a celebrity. Yet she chose not a large, lavish home, finding it unnecessary now that it was essentially just she whom lived at home now, and because as a Magus her talents were very... physical, trained in martial combat as much as magical combat and theory. True she was more than a mere battlemage, but her talent was quite obvious. And so she settled for a two-story home with a lovely master and guest room set, a lovely bath, a library, and all the trappings of a comfortable home. Her maid Sasha greatly appreciated this, especially as she often shared Tora's bed (much like her wife, she was quite well endowed, much to her pleasure), and otherwise got to live in the home while she was away.<br><br>At the moment though, Sasha was cleaning up after her after-lunch massaging of the Lady Altaica, leaving the tigress quite relaxed, sated, and with her hindquarters filled with wolf-girl seed. Anyone who knew Tora knew her greatest weakness was massages, which tended to get her 'purring'. Or rather, chuffing; tigers couldn't purr, after all, instead making a noise called a 'chuff,' but who was going to care really? At the moment Tora was stretching, her hands stretched high above her six-foot form, her body a coiled, deadly collection of militant muscle befitting the largest and strongest of the 'Big Cats,' the body caressed by motherly curves across her hips and ass, and particularly held with the most minimal of droop upon the front of her chest. Short haired, her tiger ears flitted gently within her orange hair, once a brilliant red but now orange with age, her face however holding up quite well without&nbsp; making her look 'young' instead. Her tail -- quite long compared to her body, a trait all three of her children shared -- straightened out briefly before swaying with her steps, which like the creature she was derived from led to her slinking about with a definitively non-human grace and agility.<br><br>None could say the woman did not look as powerful as she did sexy, and for a 45-year-old MILF in amazing shape for even an Animalkin, that was a pretty high bar for both.<br><br>She grabbed a short silken robe, tying it about her waist as she made her way into her sitting room, where her cane sat next to her favorite comfy chair... or she would&nbsp; have been going there if she didn't have someone show up to her home and get her attention at the door. She sighed in the slightest bit of frustration, not wanting to be interrupted, but she wasn't about to be rude now was she? Wearing naught but the robe that showed off an almost lewd amount of cleavage and didn't come terribly far past the underside of her buttocks sans the tailhole she'd make her way to the door in lew of her servant doing so (she did have quite the mess to clean up after all, and herself), and wouldn't think twice about opening it to take in the site of the blonde-haired priestess with a hammer at her hip...
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