Recharge my Batteries (Trouble and Eeyore)
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				Title: <strong>Recharge my Batteries (Trouble and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 16:40:13</strong>
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				Kai'thela had always been a lone traveller. With her sandy blond hair braided away from her face, black kohl outlining her pale eyes, and lithe frame, she had never, however, had problems finding desirable partners. Until now. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the wall of stench that filled the little way-inn and she skirted around a table full of loud, guffawing men, with three inch caked dirt almost everywhere visible on them, and the smell to boot. She was in trouble.<br><br>She sat at an empty, small table, and waved over a bar wench, pressing three copper piece into her hand for the big 'meal' and mulled wine, instead of the watered down beer they likely sold. Please be edible... She thought to herself, glancing up to send the request to whatever up there listened. Tight brown leather hugged her torso, a hunter's green blouse peeking out at her shoulders and down her arms from crossed bands of leather to protect her arms. Runes had been branded into the leather tied off t her wrists, likewise in the large belt hanging from her hips with a dagger and three throwing darts. Light, doeskin hugged her thin legs and ass, black boots slouching around her calves completing her serviceable outfit. She needed to look attractive as well as needing to move unhindered. <br><br>She leaned back, as the overworked girl placed a small platter with a large bowl of stew, a piece of hard, black bread and goblet of wine before her. There were no utensils. With a muttered 'Thank you', Kai'la bent to the food, carefully scooping with the bread, and, miracle of miracles, not slopping onto herself. The food was passable, tough nothing to write home about. The stringy vegetables and undefinable meat would at least fill her. And what those did not fill, the heavy, grainy bread certainly would. The wine was passable, though there was a hint of sourness to it.<br><br>Ah, what am I going to do? She wondered, eyes surveying the lot of large, dirty men before her. None of them were suitable. And she was running very low on energy stores. She didn't usually have to eat that much. She would likely have to walk on to the next town and hope to come across someone who knew what soap was. She was going to have her wags garnished of that was the case. The mine in this town needed that infestation of gremlins taken care of. She was losing ten silver pieces a day starting tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharge my Batteries (Trouble and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 16:52:27</strong>
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				Dargoth opened the door of the quaint tavern. His hazel eyes quickly darted about, spotting the regulars from the new faces. None turned to pay him any attention, which was a good thing. There were no suspicious bodies or assassin lurking in the corners. Resting a hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword instinctively, he weaves his way around the tables to the bar, sitting on the last stool. He turned, so he was back was to the wall, one arm resting on the tabletop the other on his leg. He wouldn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back and could keep his eye on anyone. Old habits died hard...especially when you were the last of your Company.<br><br>At 6'2", Dargoth was a broad shouldered human, body toned from a lifetime of fighting. His weather beaten face and battle scars placed him somewhere in his mid-to-late 20's. His clothing was not fancy but practical - a loose fitting tunic, covered by a padded/studded leather vest. His sleeves hid the metal bracers on his forearms, while his rough leather pants were water resistant and slightly stained. His steel-toed boots were well worn, as was the hilt of his sword. The hilt wasn't anything fancy, but practical, a large glove on its end that was great for smashing faces. As a Mercenary, you didn't use fancy looking things.<br><br>He nearly stood out from the crowd. A recent newcomer himself, he was far too clean (despite the permanent stains) and even handsome looking to be a local. Every since his Company had been betrayed and wiped out he had been on the move, never staying too long in any one place. If whomever had killed his Company knew that he was alive, they'd surely be hunting him down.<br><br>Ordering an ale, he glances around at the new faces. His eyes settle on the half-elf, and immediately giver her the once over. She seemed to be keeping her head out of trouble, though trouble would find her once some one actually looked her over. She was certainly attractive looking. Grabbing his mug, he strides over to her table. "Mind if I sit? Looks like you could use some company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharge my Batteries (Trouble and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 18:55:47</strong>
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				Kai nearly jumped out of her skin as a voice penetrated her musings, her head jerking up to settle on the <em>thank the gods</em> clean man across from her. "Please," she replied, voice melodic, with a slight lilt indicating another tongue was her own. "I am called Kai'thela." She introduced herself, her full bottom lip curling up into a soft smile. She offered her hand across the table to him, a human gesture, and leaned into it, the slight shadow of cleavage displaying itself to him.<br><br>Her eyes slid over his form. He was attractive enough, and she was almost certain that none of the stench was coming from him. He would do, and from the way he had announced himself, it seemed that he was looking to do. She sent up a silent thanks to whoever had sent the warrior, making a mental note to give the next temple she crossed a generous tithe. <br><br>She needed exactly what most men had in mind - sex. It had taken the mages at the academy three years to make any progress with the young mageling they had selected from the elven village. But at age sixteen, the day after losing her virginity, she had baffled her teacher by not only performing a fetching of a scroll from three rooms over, but all six she was supposed to locate from throughout the castle at the same time.<br><br>It had taken months for them to figure out why she had suddenly gained such talent. About a month after stopping her night-time escapades with Gerrik, she had been back to where she started. Miranda, the youngest teacher had finally figured out why the humiliated girl could not make the ley-lines work for her. It had been even longer before Kai had regained her gift, having been unwilling to take another boy to bed, and extremely unwilling for the teaches to know when she did. Miranda had eventually took her away to a small city, rented a hut for the two of them and taught her privately.<br><br>Dragging herself back to the present, Kai's eyes focused back on the warrior before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharge my Batteries (Trouble and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 15:12:54</strong>
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				He takes her small hand in his large, calloused hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes in inadvertently drop to the cleavage she puts of view before he sits down. "I am called Dargoth." He responds before taking a swig from his mug of ale. He sets it back down on the table, looking her over once again.<br><br>"I can't help but notice that I've never seen you here before." He says after a few moments pause. "Such a place isn't always hospitable to an attractive woman traveling alone. May I ask what brings you here tonight?" He continues, settling back in his chair. It had certainly been a long time since he had lain with a woman, not since before IT happened.<br><br>IT was when his Company had been slaughtered. He still had the nightmares, the constant looking over his shoulder for trouble. If they wanted his Company dead, they certainly wanted him dead. Was she their assassin?
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