The Mammal and the Kobold (lustful Bride and TSE)
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				Title: <strong>The Mammal and the Kobold (lustful Bride and TSE)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 20:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/images/952/5465880-1444428775.jpg)</div><br>They always say that introductions are the most important thing when interacting with others. That what you say or do upon first laying eyes upon another being (be they Human or otherwise) will affect all future interactions. This would prove not to entirely be the case as Amalthea's Tagtheratrix the Kobold was...less than stellar. And yet their tale would be one that bards both Reptilian and Mammalian would tell for years to come. (Or at least a censored and more romanticized version of it). So much of the first words shared between the two consisted a rant by an angry, little, lady Kobold who had apparently had the rant prepared in her mind long before. One might have thought the two of them would kill each other there that night. But it was not so. The lady had to fight the urge to smile as someone for once didn't hide their true feelings behind a false mask of friendship as most nobles were known to do. Sure, it wasn't the kindest meeting but at the very least Amalthea could say that her meeting was by far the most memorable one she had ever had. <br><br>Before the Kobold Scrivener was none other than <strong>Lady Amathea Von Becker,</strong> the third daughter of the Becker family, nobles from up North near Vauden. She had been out on a trip to another city, since it was her duty to marry a nobleman of appropriate breeding, to help bring honor and prestige to her family. She wasn't much for it, but in a way she thought she owed her family. As the youngest of three daughters she had little in the prospects of marriage, and had gone through a phase after her 19th birthday of wanting to learn to fence, a phase which they supported financially. This phase lasted for two whole years. And while she never became good enough to compete with other nobles who trained their whole lives for, she was more than good enough to hold her own.<br><br>There was no better proof of her skills than the day of her capture, when she had to defend herself after her carriage was attacked by a Goblin raiding party. The little bastards had dug a pit along the road that killed the horses and her driver. The carriage was nearly destroyed by the impact as the Goblins rushed forth, stripping the driver naked and taking everyting he had, some even chopping up the horses for meat. Amalthea proved a good, but a difficult, catch as she stole one of their blades from its sheath and hacked down two of the thieving vermin before they simply piled ontop of her, and tied her up. After a liberal beating of course. She hadn't felt pain like that ever in her life, so she relented faster than she would have liked. The rest of her imprisonment was uneventful, aside from the occasional groping from an eager little greenskin.<br><br>Her dress was torn in various places by the time they brought her to where they kept all of their ransom victims, with one rip exposing her finely toned leg, much to the Goblin's enjoyment as they pulled her along, no amount of kicking and struggling would free her. If anything the Goblins only seemed to take further enjoyment from it as they dragged her into their cell block, past many empty cells, and some that were inhabited by the corpses of those they forgot to feed. They took her to the very end of the hallway and threw her in with what looked like a small lizard person. <br><br>'Don't worry sweet thing, we will be back for you after we count the coins.' One of the little bastards said, slapping her rear as they all shoved her down to the floor, where she would first lay eyes upon, and be insulted by, Tagtheratrix. After her spiel was over the noblewoman was back on her feet with the classic noble smugness upon her face.<br><br>"I might help, if you ask nicely." The redheaded noblegirl said, crossing her arms under her bust with a smug look on her face, before relenting just as quickly Considering how angry the little Kobold had been before, perhaps that wasn't the best course of action. <br><br>"Just a joke, sorry. Sorry, trying to make the situation less frightening." She said, a forced smile upon her face as she turned around and looked for where the key was that the Kobold had mentioned. She noticed it on a keyhold next to the . Amalthea pressed herself as hard as she could against the bars, making them groan in protest as she reached her arm through as much as she could, her fingers barely touching the key itself as she strained more and more for several minutes. It wasn't until her arm was beginning to feel pain from the bars that she finaly managed to grab onto the wrought iron keys and pulled them back, actually falling back onto her rear and dropping the keys right next to her. <br><br>"Ah...ow." she groaned, rubbing her shoulder and wincing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mammal and the Kobold (lustful Bride and TSE)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TSElephant</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 06:57:17</strong>
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				I'm just about ready to march across the cell and knock a bit of sense into the smug, superior girl, her snide remark bringing my simmering frustration right back to a roaring boil. Her apology, however, reminds me of what I'd said just moments before, and I quickly banish any such thoughts. I deserve a bit of a tongue-lashing. Besides, it's obvious enough that of the two of us, I'm clearly more prepared to deal with the rough road to freedom. I can cut the girl some slack.<br><br>Much to my surprise, I watch as the redhead leaps into action before I can say anything else, and jams herself against the prison bars. At first, I try to get her attention with waving hands, muttered calls for attention, and one attempt to call her by name before I realize that I actually haven't been given it yet. Finally, she collapses back, keys clattering across the floor, rump smacking against stone. I wait for the cries of pain, the tears of shock, anything, and heave a sigh of relief when all that comes is a soft <em>"Ow...."</em><br><br>"...Uh... Hm. That was... Impressive. Good reach." I smirk a bit, and grip one of the bars in the cell gate. "I mean, I tried to stop you, but you were just totally focused on the task at hand. That determination will come in handy, I'm sure." With my hand against the gate, I reach the other into my collar, and pop the threads of the embroidered spell with a sharp claw. With a soft <em>click,</em> the lock on the cell door opens, and I quietly swing it wide open. "'Course, with an un-enchanted lock on this cell, we only need the keys to get into the confiscated equipment. The issue wasn't that they were on the other side of the gate..." I stand beneath the peg the keys were hung upon, and reach my hand as far up as it'll go. A good two feet of air still fills in the space between my fingertips and the peg. "I just couldn't reach it." I give you a pair of thumbs up and an amused grin. "Good job though!"
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				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>11-03-2016, 23:51:50</strong>
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				Amalthea looked at the Kobold with a frown that ruined her lovely features. As a noble she was taught to keep her anger inside and never let it show or else it would ruin her face with crows feet. But this was a moment in which she allowed erself to be angry. "You could have told me that before I nearly threw my shoulder out." The woman said, getting to her feet and dusting off her skirt, before grabbing her top and tugging on it, from fear of her breasts popping out. As a lady she needed to have at least <em>some</em> semblance of propriety, even if stuck in a dungeon with a female Kobold. <br><br>Crossing her arms, she followed the Kobold Scrivener out of the cell and looked at her expectantly. "Well? Lead the way. You look like you have been in this situation before. Lead me out of it. I need to get home as soon as I can." She said, stepping slightly past the little lizard and taking a long look down the hallway. It seemed that she and the little lizard were the only ones that were actually still alive within the entire dungeon. For the Goblins (either out of malice or incompetence) had fed none of the other captives, leaving only two survivors to flee. At the very least their escape would be quiet since no other prisoners would be asking for help. <br><br>Hand on her hip she reached up and plucked a candle from its holder ont he wall nearby, giving them at least some light in the dark and dank area that Goblins tossed all those unlucky enough to survive. Her height making it much easier than Tag to grab such a thing. She was also smart enough to know to hold it at an angle to avoid the wax melting onto her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mammal and the Kobold (lustful Bride and TSE)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TSElephant</strong> on <strong>12-03-2016, 06:45:05</strong>
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				That humorless frown and huffy remark at her injury turns my smile into a grimace. At first the grimace is at being looked down upon in more than the literal sense, but quickly it becomes an expression of disappointment in myself. Sure, she's got all the hoity-toity attitude of a noblewoman, but at least she's not completely falling to pieces in this situation like I'm sure many of her kind would. I should at least give her some credit for not demanding that I carry her out of here upon my back while she swoons.<br><br>"...Here." I reach into my sleeve, and pop some more stitches hidden within. When I reveal my hand once more, I'm holding a tiny wax-paper packet. "Numbing salve. Just rub it into your shoulder. It'll feel cold as a white dragon's stare for a few seconds, but then it should take care of the pain. I can't have my only partner trying to escape with me with an achy shoulder." I pause for a moment as she lifts the candle, and decide to let her feel like she's already being useful. I'll tell her about my natural low-light vision later. "I've only got a couple of those left, so make good use of it. Oh, and uh, I make 'em myself, so don't worry about the cost or anything. Nothing numbs better than some honeyed kobold's venom." I give a sidelong smirk and a thumbs up as I stuff the keys into the bandanna around my neck.<br><br>I ought to be offended that she assumes I've been in this situation before, but she's right. That's why I had so many <em>create food and water</em> spells prepared. I lost over five pounds last time I was in a place like this, and managed escape with a combination of skill and luck... Emphasis on luck. "We shouldn't be bothered while we're still in the dungeon. They only come down to lock people away and drag out the starved. My scriptor, and any weapons or armor you had, will be in a locker in the guard's chamber, just below the stairway up. Just one guard..." I crack my knuckles and grin up at you as I start to slink down the hall. "No trouble for a couple of strong ladies such as ourselves, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 18:46:36</strong>
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				Amalthea instead opted to stick the numbing salve into her pocket for a later use. Sure she was sore, but this was only a few moments after escaping. Something told her that she might honestly need it later on in their little adventure. Not to mention how she wasn't all that keen on absorbing the venom of a Kobold through her skin, no matter how much honey it had on it. Amalthea continued following the Kobold down the cold and empty hallway, towards the sounds of the Goblins relishing in what they thought was an easy and fruitful run. <br><br>When she heard the Kobold brag about the two of them being strong women who could take on the Goblins, her face paled and she looked at Tag as if she were a madwoman. "What?" She said for a moment and quickly adjusted her hand again as she nearly had some of the hot wax hit her finger.<br><br>"<em>Couple of strong ladies</em>? I've never been in a fight until <em>today</em>! Or at least not one that didn't have lots of padding and a mediator to keep it from going too far." She said in a harsh but hushed tone, worried about the goblins hearing her, but that was unlikely to&nbsp; happen. The Goblins themselves&nbsp; could be heard (not that it was a difficult task) as they counted the spoils of their raid, and fought over boots, belts and anything else they felt was theirs. There was even the sound of bottles being thrown and coins falling to the floor as the goblins rough housed. IT was likely that both Amalthea and Tagtheratrix could both jump up and down screaming and not even be heard by the small green urchins. <br><br>"You're the adventurer, why don't <em>you</em> kill them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mammal and the Kobold (lustful Bride and TSE)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TSElephant</strong> on <strong>14-03-2016, 11:01:52</strong>
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				I stop in my tracks and whip around, turning on a dime to face the my companion. <em>'Companion.'</em> If she doesn't change her attitude, I'll start calling her a burden. My eyes glare up at her with fiery ire as I snarl out my retort. "<em>Look,</em> girl. I can fucking smell the blue in your blood and taste the flimsy spirit your life of privilege has gifted you with. Don't worry, I'm fully aware of the fact that the only asset you bring to our duo is an extra few feet of reach. Otherwise, I have no reason to believe that you're anything more than a liability." I lift my hand and point aggressively up at the nobility, accenting my words with short jabs at the air. "I'm an <em>adventurer,</em> not some knight in shining armor. I am not equipped to just swoop in and rescue a fucking damsel in distress. So yes, I called you a strong woman, even though I <em>know</em> you're not. But you'd better start acting like one, or we're gonna to die in here."<br><br>As I turn away and start walking again, my chest is heaving, fangs bared in a brutal scowl. "I used all of my combat spells trying to <em>avoid</em> ending up in here in the first place. Sorry I can't be one of your personal wet-workers, <em>mi'lady.</em> I guess you'll have to get the fuck over yourself and put all that extra size to work. I don't care how you plan on doing it. You can kick the bastards in the damn face for all I care. Just do your best to keep either of us from getting maimed, and I'll return the favor."
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