Conan and Red Sonja (loislanekent/Drax)
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				Title: <strong>Conan and Red Sonja (loislanekent/Drax)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 02:47:50</strong>
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				Sonja had travelled across the globe, with only her horse as her companion, a warrior woman who dispensed justice. Currently she was far off the beaten track, it was a dessert town, but the warrior woman had been given a tip that the leads she was chasing was here. The man who she wanted decorated on her sword was called karr and he was a wizard most powerful who took from her a close friend and ally. A priestess named Shang Li, a beautiful young girl who took her in when her family was slaughterd. Shang was not much older then Sonja herself but she was wise beyond her years. Sonja did not know why Karr killed her *sister* a few weeks past but every since she found out she had hunted him across the planet.&nbsp; <br><br>Dressed in her chainmale outfit, revealing and tempting to the eyes of men. Her gloves and boots were made of the toughest brown leather. At her right hand side was her sword strapped to her belt, rubbing against her perfectly shaped thigh. A weapon she`d had since her 13th summer, the first blade she ever held and killed an enemy with. A beautiful weapon for a beautiful warrior. To her left was her dagger. A dagger that had come into her possession at an early age, from the lands of the East. Both weapons strapped to her revealing but partical attire. Her hips swayed seductively as she moved across the hot desert town. She had travelled down from Ben Morgh. Blood was in the air. The blood of Bandits and the towns people were fearful. Sonja was seeking answers about her *sisters* murder and she had little patience.<br><br>Red Sonja was fair skinned and this hot sun was irritating her no end, but still she did not take shelter ore shade.<br><br>Sonja asked many questions in the village marketplace of this desert town. She asked about the man named Karr who possessed great and old magic. But Many of the village people, the present's were too scared to talk. However one old man, whom she threated to cut off his fingers told her a Warrior who was in the local tavern might be able to help her. <br><br>This man was a fierce fighter and one who had dealt with men of magic before. He was one to be feared and like her was a outsider. <br>Sonja left the man alone and headed towards the tavern, and she tied up her horse Longhorn outside the booze house. She walked inside and even midday it was busy and loud, she looked around amongst the dessert peasants, looking for the Warrior who may be able to help her on her journey.&nbsp; She stepped further into the tavern and men leered at her, for she looked so different from the woman of this town, she had pale skin (Like milk) and red hair to match her red lips. She was indeed a sight for sore eyes and this was not lost on her onlookers. <br><br>"Where is the Brute known as Conan?" She said as she placed her hands on her hips and searched for him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://nemedian.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/rs-rm.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conan and Red Sonja (loislanekent/Drax)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drax</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 10:22:58</strong>
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				Her words carried easily into every corner of the tavern as her mere presence had silenced it.&nbsp; The locals looked quizzically at one another for an instance and then looked towards a dark corner of the tavern which had been hidden in shadow.&nbsp; Sonja's eyesight had missed the table there initially as her eyesight adjusted to the gloom of the room and only now could she make out the small table where but a single man sat. He nursed a mug of liquid in a hand that was larger that many of the men she had met before and the rest of his body, that she could make out was of a similar size. The Tavern wench who had just served him looked up at her and a flash of jealousy arced from her eyes as she took in the beauty of the warrior woman, knowing that her hopes were probably dashed for that evening anyway.<br><br>Conan has sat in the only corner that offered a view of the whole room including the entrance.&nbsp; He had not missed the arrival of Sonja and wondered who this tigress was looking for as she clearly was hunting for someone.&nbsp; He was a little surprised when she called him out because he could not remember her from his past, and he would have remembered someone who wore chain mail that way he was sure. Her red hair, obvious even in the tavern rushlights presaged a fiery temper and he wondered whether he might be able to tame her.<br><br>With the rest of the room now looking at him it was obvious that Sonya was soon enough going to approach him and he wondered what that meeting entailed. That she called him a "brute" made him wary though he had been called murderer and thief before, those meetings had started and ended badly and this one he hoped already would end well.&nbsp; Just the way in which she stood, let alone as she sashayed towards him led to a stirring in his loin cloth that the tavern wench had earlier woken with a funble of her intent for that evening.<br><br>He indicated with one arm, to the empty chair opposite for Sonja to approach and then ordered another ale from the Tavern wench.<br><br>"Another ale for my Flame haired guest"<br><br>He was not unprepared for treachery though, his seat was easily left and should Sonja pay attention she could sense the muscles poised for action, like a great cat ready to pounce on its prey.&nbsp; His broad sword might be strapped across his back, merely the hilt visible, but a dagger at his waist could easily be reached and would be more suitable for the confines of the tavern, with its pillars of wood supporting the roof blocking any sword sweeps.<br><br>Conan had faired well recently, he was alive, uninjured and still had a few coins in his purse, he had heard of a gathering of mercenaries in the South and this rumour had led him here for his next adventure.&nbsp; That a magician named Karr was hiring was something he was wary of, but he also heard that Karr owned a necklace of rubies beyond&nbsp; price and it was that he truly&nbsp; sought. A mercenaries pay did not last long, but a necklace of jewels would see the winter out.<br><br>He waited until Sonja was near and then spoke, his accent still traced by the roughness of the Cimmerian wastelands,<br><br>"I am Conan, who is it that seeks me and why?"<br><br>There was no flattery, just straight to the point, also unlike many men Sonja had met he looked at his eyes not her breasts.&nbsp; Though he was tempted it was in the eyes that a warrior might detect the slightest glimpse of a move by an opponent. Conan was clearer no green warrior. Had her own gaze apprised the man before her he could see that he was dressed simply. A brown skirt&nbsp; and belts for his weapons, his chest was naked, scars littered it but the muscles that defined his body were impressive even in this poor light.&nbsp; In this heat though it had clearly been too much to wear.<br><br>(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2012/142/4/3/conan_the_barbarian__by_jodeee-d50ppub.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conan and Red Sonja (loislanekent/Drax)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 17:53:44</strong>
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				Sonja heard a booming voice, like a low growl respond to her open question. Her eyes went over to the corner of the darkly lit room to see a big busking man sitting alone in a corner. His eyes were fixed upon her like a Lion on a Gazelle out in the wild. The red haired beauty smiled at him a half smile showing her amusement in the situation. Sonja then moved towards him, it seemed as if ever eye in the watering hole was now on them both yet the peasants still continued with their conversations.<br><br>As she moved to his table she examined the Warrior who was known as Conan. He was indeed, pleasing, to the eye she found. His face was handsome (as one`s could be) with a good bone structure and shape. His hair was thick, long and dark. His upper half was exposed, a tanned flesh which was muscled to perfection like a statue of a God. Scars decorated his body, trophies of the hunt she figured. He was indeed a imposing figure and even sat down she could tell he was a towering giant. <br><br>The Warrior Woman took a seat opposite him and stared at him directly, she was impressed, he was actually looking at her eyes not her breasts. "My name is Sonja." she told him in a voice that was steady and unshaken. "But my foes, who are many, call me Red Sonja." she said just as a bar wench came over and slammed down a large pint of ale. The Woman (who was older then her by a few winters) was rounder and clearly a woman who indulged in the pleasures that a tavern like this beheld. She glared at Sonja and then back at Conan before walking away. Sonja smirked and then chuckled, the wench clearly wanted the man brute to ravish her and felt threatened by Sonja`s presence. <br>The Woman suckled away and Sonja lifted up the pint with her right hand, she figured as much the brute had bought this for her. "I give thanks." She said as she slowly sipped at it. Sonja was every inch the Warrior most men were but she had been schooled in the behaviours of noble woman and at times those odd little mannerisms slipped into her daily behaviour. <br><br>The ale was cool and tickled down the back of her throat as she drank form it, it was a refreshing thing in this unbearable heat. She finished half and placed the pint back on the table. "I seek the man of magic. He took something very dear to me from this God forsaken world and I wish to pay him back with my sword." She said in a very matter of fact tone, without room for question or doubt. "Karr. You know of him?" she said with a tilt of her head as she waited for the stoic man warrior to speak. "Are you friend of his? Does this unsettle you my plan?" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(https://loyapower.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/red_sonja_by_manji675.jpg?w=655)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conan and Red Sonja (loislanekent/Drax)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drax</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 14:19:41</strong>
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				There was little that escape the dour visage of the northern barbarian, his ice blue eyes watched as her lips sculpted each word she spoke.&nbsp; Her accent spoke of education and yet he could tell that she was a warrior who had taken lives, there was a look in the eye that one recognised.<br><br>He had not yet mastered his features completely though and his face showed indications of the various emotions and thoughts that flowed over him as she spoke.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I give thanks." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her words, their diction surprised him, he had not expected such a polite response, one that he had heard before in the courts of Aquilonia. He wondered where she was from, for she was an enigma.&nbsp; He couldn't help the polite nod in response, an acknowledgement he had seen given in those very courts and one she in turn might not expect from such a man.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I seek the man of magic." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His visage turned dark, for a moment he thought she meant he could help her locate one whom he abhorred, or perhaps she thought he was such a person, however unlikely that seemed.&nbsp; He had after all been thught of as a Pict once before and their shamans were often warriors as well. His face calmed though as she continued to explain her reasons and a&nbsp; thoughtful look imperturbable crossed his face as he considered this turn of events.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He took something very dear to me from this God forsaken world and I wish to pay him back with my sword." ..."Karr. You know of him?" ... "Are you friend of his? Does this unsettle you my plan?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He paused before he spoke, letting his knowledge and opinions of Karr stay his own for the moment even if his opinions of wizards had already been made clear. His eyes flickered about the room, aware that there were others listening to the words they spoke. So close to Karr's lair he had been careful in whom he spoke and of the questions he asked and this woman was not going to spoil his plan to steal the wizards wealth.&nbsp; The fact that he preferred dead wizards to living ones meant that in his eyes Sonja was an ally of worth.&nbsp; Many would be afraid to seek the death of a wizard, he only hoped her words were not heard clearly.<br><br>His response was louder, as though slightly bawdy and it was clear that whilst his attention was on her he also looked behind her at another who might be listening as though he spoke for that persons benefit.<br><br>"Sonja,&nbsp; we shall make Karr poorer once we hire as his sell swords, I have heard he is employing an army and is seeking experienced warriors such as you and I.&nbsp; He is paying well as well, it should not be long before you pay him back for that debt and he will make you a wealthy woman."<br><br>He paused but briefly before standing and continuing, his eyes boring into hers, though his words were slightly slurred his ice were ice cold sober.<br><br>"Come woman, share my room tonight for it is the last one in this godforsaken inn and I doubt the tavern wench claim it back from us.&nbsp; I'll show you how a Cimmerian sheaths his sword."<br><br>He had raised his nearly empty tankard at this point and in a whisper that barely carried said "..and we can talk of this more in private". He had sunk his drink in bark of a dog and moved towards a door at the back.&nbsp; The grins of the villagers watching him and Sonya as they saw how she would react.&nbsp; He had not touched her once, perhaps aware, as he was that to invade another warriors intimate space would court a fight.&nbsp; She had not felt threatened and though his words were lecherous it was clear that it might not have been the only context of them, from his last hurried whisper.<br><br>Conan hoped the woman followed, if only to talk though finding out what lay beneath her armour was also a challenge his hoped to rise to.&nbsp; In fact part of his impressive body was doing just that.<br><br>He still didn't trust her though and even as he passed by her toward the door he was alert to any foul play by her or another. He hoped she would follow and he let the way to the room he had hired at the back of the inn.&nbsp; There were few rooms there, the innkeepers, one room another traveller had already booked and the tavern wenchs room that was let out on occasion.&nbsp; It was clearly hers as there was a brush and small metal mirror on a desk.&nbsp; The bed was not that wide but the mattress looked firm which fresh straw..<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conan and Red Sonja (loislanekent/Drax)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 15:03:22</strong>
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				The Barbarian finally spoke to her in a low and gravelly voice, his eyes still fixed upon her own. "Sonja,&nbsp; we shall make Karr poorer once we hire as his sell swords, I have heard he is employing an army and is seeking experienced warriors such as you and I.&nbsp; He is paying well as well, it should not be long before you pay him back for that debt and he will make you a wealthy woman." He said in a confident tone. <br><br>Sonja cared not for whatever wealth Karr had stolen from the lands. Money was completely immertieral to her, she had travelled with pirates and warriors and seen how greed had ultimately lead to their downfalls. But apparently the basterd magic man was seeking to employe warriors such as herself and Conan. But why? Surely his dark gits would be enough to keep him safe? unless those gifts were now failing him? She could tell Conan did not share the same hatred for Karr as she, yet he was seemingly willing to help aid her in finding him. "Whatever Godl we obtain is all yours." She told him in a matter of fact tone as she drank from her cool ale pint.<br><br>"Come woman, share my room tonight for it is the last one in this godforsaken inn and I doubt the tavern wench claim it back from us.&nbsp; I'll show you how a Cimmerian sheaths his sword." He said which made the flame haired woman want to gut him for being so presumptuous. He then added quietly they could talk more of it in private, ah so it was a rouse for the tavern folk. Or was it? She waited for him to go, his room was at the back of this Gods Foresaken Tavern. Sonja felt all the eyes once more upon her, had she been careless? Were these allies of Karr? Infact could she even trust this Conan for all his blustering and talk of helping her in her quest. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://rpg.redgolem.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/shankaasredsonja.jpg)<br><br>Brutes started to circle in on her with the absence of Conan, leering over her form and wanting to claim her as their own. "We can help you find Karr lovely one." One of the toothless bandits from the East whispered in her ear, his breath stank like dead flesh. Sonja finished her drink and spun around on her stool she stood up and smacked two of the bandits heads together causeing them to fall to the ground. Laughter echod around the Tavern as Red Sonja made her way towards the back. Conan was correct, talking about Karr in public was very foolish indeed. But her anger and need for vengeance was blinding her to her common sense, that and the heat of the harsh dessert.<br><br>Sonja found him in the bedroom standing near the large straw bed, she closed the door behind her, her eyes once more fixed with his. She moved around the room slowly, she was seizing him up, her hand on the sheath of her sword. "As I said brute, you may have all the wealth that we should squander on this trip. But know this now....I will not prostitute myself to you for your aid." She would leave this tavern this instant if that was what he wanted, he had already given her more information then she had before she walked in. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drax</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 18:28:45</strong>
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				(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2ujUNvA6mdt90IYnvdqq-WlAAMkjbidknTYLjJO-JTTaH_1dr) The room was lit by a candle that flickered violently as she entered. He was a little surprised that she had delayed her entrance for so long and wondered what had happened in the tavern below.&nbsp; He had heard the laughter through the floorboards and wondered whether it had been as a result of her actions or of some others against her.&nbsp; She was certainly a suspicious spitfire, though definitely a voluptuous one, her breasts were full and barely contained with in the piece of chain mail that contained them.<br><br>The candle had been placed on a small table beside the bed, the straw mattress appeared suprisingly clean, perhaps the previous occupant had anticipated a night with company.&nbsp; Conan smiled enigmatically at her as she ranted at him on her entrance to the room.&nbsp; Patience was something that he had learnt some time ago and he let her finish her monologue. He stood on the far side of the bed, but made no attempt to reach for his weapon though he was alert to any movement, he reminded Sonya of a wild cat she had tracked.&nbsp; The cat had in turn been tracking and she had noted its muscles as it prepared to pounce, Conan's stance was similar in that moment.<br><br>A moment later though and he stood back, relaxing.<br><br>"Karr has ears everywhere and I have heard that they are not all human, if he suspects a threat against him he might act before you are aware. I have no love of Karr, and I travelled her in search of his wealth, not to make friends with him. I believe that we might help each other achieve our goals."<br><br>There was an inference that he was not just after a position in Karr's mercenaries but something more. He did not repeat what she said and his words were economical.<br><br><br>"Taverns have ears, if you think we have a deal we can travel together tomorrow and talk more.&nbsp; Getting a position in his mercenaries should bot proove difficult and that might get us close to him."<br><br>He paused, thinking and glancing down at the bed in raising his eyes back to hers, his sapphire blue eyes twinkling in the candle light.&nbsp; The act of passing his gaze over his luscious curves however caused a trembling between his thighs and the bulge in his trousers certainly looked impressive even if it had been fully grown which Sonja would suspect it wasn't.<br><br>"We have an early start, I am getting some sleep, stay or leave,&nbsp; I'll be sleeping by the door, so if you wish to stay you can take the bed. I won't disturb you".&nbsp; He almost added ...unless you ask me too, but considered that she would sooner stab him than sleep with him and have him stab herin a far more pleasurable kind.&nbsp; He wondered whether she had ever been with a man, or perhaps just the wrong man. <br><br>He waited standing beside the bed, again ensuring that his eyesight did not drift down no matter how tempting it was.&nbsp; He almost hoped that she would leave and as she walked away from him&nbsp; he would be able to see the movement of her hips.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drax</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 12:04:31</strong>
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				Story closed, though if anyone wishes to pick up please message me...
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