The Mercenary and the Elf
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				Title: <strong>The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 21:02:16</strong>
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				The inn had been attacked in the middle of the night.&nbsp; It’s owners and guests herded out to the courtyard and searched, beaten and killed one by one.&nbsp; As the attackers set torch to the building they threw the bodies onto the burning pyre.&nbsp; They missed a single form, a small Elvin woman that had rolled herself out of sight and fallen unconscious underneath the horse trough.&nbsp; <br><br>It was daylight when Luthien came to.&nbsp; Actually, she did not know she was Luthien.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, she had no idea who she was or where she was.&nbsp; And, she came to only because her feet had been grabbed by rough hands and she had felt herself slide across the rough cobblestones upon which she lay.&nbsp; Unable to open her eyes, she became slowly aware of her surroundings as she came too.&nbsp; The rough hands were touching her, though.&nbsp; Patting her legs, her thighs.&nbsp; They patted several times, and she could feel the weight of her pouch against her inner thigh.&nbsp; The hands felt the bulge, too.&nbsp; They stopped at her thighs and she felt a rush of air as her skirt was lifted up.&nbsp; She was suddenly awake as the rush of cool air threatened to expose her nakedness underneath her night dress.<br><br>She opened her eyes and saw a man hovering above her, digging at her. He was large and wore armor.&nbsp; His face had a fine scar running from his right eye to his ear.&nbsp; His hair was dark but for a few speckles of grey sprinkled here and there.&nbsp; &nbsp;His face was bent down to the task, not paying any attention to hers, intent on the bulging bag strapped to her thighs.&nbsp; She didn’t recognize him,--not that she would recognize anyone at this point-- and her instincts to fight him off kicked in.&nbsp; She rolled backwards, lifted her knees and kicked up at the man’s chest—both feet landed squarely on his shoulders and he was knocked effectively onto his back.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien arched her back and managed to do a quick back flip off the man’s shoulders.&nbsp; She touched her side instinctively to reach for a sword that should be there, but finds nothing.&nbsp; Disconcerted, she lifted her arms in a posture of defense, ready to strike again, glaring at the man. <br><br>“What do you think you are doing?” She demanded.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 20:08:52</strong>
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				Volk's eyes became slits as the woman lashed out at him. He landed on his back, not having expected trouble.<br>"Umfff..." he grunted and rolled, the armored warrior's chainmail rattled lightly as he sat in a crouch, his gloved hand moved to his bastard sword and he drew it.<br>"plundering" he said coolly as he rose up. The man had a shield on his back and wore a helmet.<br>As he rose up, it was clear just by his stance that he knew how to handle his sword.<br>His voice indicated a certain age, it also had a cold even grumpy edge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 23:57:16</strong>
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				Luthien looked at the sword in the man's hand and knowing she was unarmed she stood little chance in a hand-to-hand fight.&nbsp; She knew she usually had a sword, but had no idea why it wasn't at her side.&nbsp; Or why she was in apparent night clothes.<br><br>"Is it your usual course of action, sir, to attack unarmed females in their night clothes?"&nbsp; She motioned to the destruction around them.&nbsp; The smoldering ruins, the stench of death.&nbsp; "Why have you wrought such havoc here?&nbsp; Why would you attack me?&nbsp; We are strangers, are we not?"<br><br>She watched him warily, ready to roll out of his way or defend herself.&nbsp; She was used to fighting. She could feel the instinctual urge within her.&nbsp; Still, this man did not necessarily seem like he was an enemy per se.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 10:56:21</strong>
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				"Usually halfnaked women do not kick Volk" he said with a grunt.<br>"And i did not attack this place. I merely saw opportunity to steal some coin and supplies while on my way to the north"<br>He slowly sheathed his sword, but he kept a weary distance.<br>"Who are you and what happened?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 18:34:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><br>Luthien breathed a sigh of relief.&nbsp; The sword was away.&nbsp; If she needed to, she could do a decent job with hand-to-hand.&nbsp; Still, the guy seemed as puzzled by the surrounding carnage as she herself was. <br><br>"I don't think I generally wake to a man pulling me by my ankles across hard stone and frisking me up to my nether regions, either."&nbsp; She rubs her backside as it does smart.&nbsp; &nbsp;She feels the weight of the pouch between her legs.&nbsp; There's something important about it, but she can't seem to recall what is in it.&nbsp; She doesn't mention this to the man across from her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who am I?"&nbsp; She asks. She searches for her own name and can't find it.&nbsp; <br><br>"What happened?"&nbsp; She searches again and comes up blank.<br><br>She is at a complete loss and a cold chill runs down her spine.&nbsp; There's some other important detail she can't seem to quite remember.&nbsp; She can't help but let a little vulnerability show as she answers.<br><br>"I...I don't know....are you saying <em>you </em>didn't do this?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 21:30:16</strong>
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				He snorted "Great an amnesiac elf... typical" he said.<br>"A rich one given the size of your purse" he said, pointing at it.<br>He rested a hand on the hilt of his sword as he took her in.<br>"Hmmm in any case... no i have nothing to do with this. I was on the main road when i saw smoke and i came to investigate" he said. "My guess is Greenskins and possibly a few bigger brethren judging by the traces in the mud" he said "But they seem to have left quite a while ago".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 21:41:00</strong>
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				Luthien flushed.&nbsp; Typical?!&nbsp; She knew she was anything but typical...<br>She followed his gaze to the tracks in the mud.&nbsp; She can't tell how long she'd been out.&nbsp; Hours at least.&nbsp; The last remnants of the building.&nbsp; It was an inn.&nbsp; Yes, she realizes, she'd been sleeping in the inn.&nbsp; And then...she remembers a commotion and fighting and shouting and hitting her head.&nbsp; She touched the back of her head.&nbsp; A large goose-egg knot was sore to the touch.<br><br>Greenskins? The name set her on edge, but she didn't have a clear picture why.<br><br>"I don't know how long I've been out....Hours at least.&nbsp; Should I recognize the name Greenskins?" she asks. The cool air hits her and she shivers. The nightgown is certainly not meant for outerwear.&nbsp; She glances furtively around her for something to cover herself.&nbsp; Suddenly embarrassed to be so exposed and out in the open.&nbsp; The slight breeze whipped up under the shift and hit her bare legs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 09:06:48</strong>
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				"By Tempus, God of War and conflict... you got quite the hit on your head didn't you?" he said.<br>"Greenskins... litterally. Orcs and Goblins... you know brutish savage tribal creatures with green skin, apish humanoid build, tusks, crude weaponry" he said "Things burn and raid frequently though god knows what a warparty would do out here" the mercenary said. "Anyway since you're alive i suppose the things that are lootable still around here are yours to claim. If the Orcs left much that is... which i doubt" he stated.<br>"I on the other hand should press on. I have a long journey ahead".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 17:59:46</strong>
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				Luthien looks around at the devastation around her and at her own fragile state.&nbsp; She knew walking around in a nightgown was only going to bring her trouble.&nbsp; She had an inkling that whatever was in the belt against her thighs were valuable.&nbsp; Important even.&nbsp; There was something niggling at the back of her mind...This man didn't necessarily seem bent on wanton destruction, if he was he would have&nbsp; probably have taken advantage of her rather obvious state of weakness than sheath his sword. <br><br>"Wait," she says.&nbsp; Her mind is filled with an image of mountains, cold and icy at the top. "Are you going...toward any...mountains?" she asks confused by the clarity of the image yet the lack of understanding for it.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you are, I could...I could pay you for your help to get me back on my own journey."&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; She knew there was something she had to do there.&nbsp; "I can't really get very far like this, all alone."&nbsp; Luthien tilted her head to one side and smiled.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 19:39:23</strong>
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				The woman was gorgeous. Even by Elvish standards. Curvy, average height, nice breasts without them being too big, long legs and blonde hair. Her darkblue gaze hid a strange strength. A closer look indicated she was fit with a distinct musculature that did not negate her femininity. Her stance and physique clearly indicated she was a warrior of sorts.<br>"Hmmm perhaps" he said. His gaze moved to the side where he noticed something glimmer. Ignoring her, he moved to the rubble and took the longsword. "Impossible... A runeblade!" he said as he noticed the golden runes incrested on the fine blade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 19:48:33</strong>
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				"Uruz-Tyr! Safe!"&nbsp; Luthien shouted, surprising herself.&nbsp; Where did that name come from, she wondered.<br><br>"That's mine!"&nbsp; &nbsp;She held out her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know that it is mine..." she mumbled to herself.&nbsp; The knowledge that it belonged to her was swift and definite, yet slightly confusing.&nbsp; But her heart beat fast, and she flushed at the site of it.&nbsp; Her hands itched to regain what was hers.&nbsp; She felt her heart begin to race as she looked at the sword.&nbsp; It was part of her, one she recognized immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 21:33:08</strong>
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				He still held it and seemed to lash out but the point of the sword never touched her.<br>He looked over the sword, arm stretched before him. "A fine and rare blade... treasure it" he twirled the blade and offered it, hilt first. "I am Volk..." he said. His gaze meeting hers. "Let's look over the place for anything useful before we set of... besides you're hardly wearing a suitable attire at the moment".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 01:35:50</strong>
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				Luthien breathed a sigh of relief as the hilt touched her hand. Did he notice the light purple glow that emanated from her hand for a fraction of a second as it landed home?&nbsp; She looked at the blade.&nbsp; <br><br>"Blood." she said, "At least they didn't get away without a fight."&nbsp; She looked carefully at the blood and sighed.&nbsp; She knew she'd never just leave blood on it overnight like this, she had definitely been fighting for her life.&nbsp; She could feel it now in her shoulder as she allowed herself to relax in the presence of this stranger.&nbsp; She sniffed the blood on the blade.<br><br>"Orc. Most clearly Orc blood."&nbsp; She wasn't sure she wanted to know how she could tell.&nbsp; But it was there, that grain of knowledge. But she smelled something beyond that, too.&nbsp; She sniffed again and tried to hide her shock. IT wasn't just Orc blood...there was...Elf blood, too.&nbsp; This was disturbing and, for some reason, she didn't want Volk to know.&nbsp; There was something more to this raid than it looked.<br><br>She bowed her head in gratitude.&nbsp; She reached to her side to automatically put it in its sheath, but of course it wasn't there.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, Volk," she said.&nbsp; "I'm pretty sure my entire wardrobe has been destroyed along with the rest of my things.&nbsp; I seem to feel like I was in the second story."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at his size and laughed,"I doubt you have anything that will fit me very well in your pack."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 17:16:15</strong>
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				He eyed her wearily for a moment but then nodded "True" he said.<br>"I still don't understand how they missed the sword and didn't finish you of" he said "Or take you along" he said.<br>"A pretty elfslave is always welcome... as a toy, servant or dinner" he looked at her. His smile was hard to decipher. Was he serious or not about the last bit?<br>"The North is cold... there is a nearby village though" he said "I suppose i could take a detour with you and get you equipped, you have the money" he said "But first let us see if we find anything else" he said. A hint of greed glimmered in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 22:34:54</strong>
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				Luthien wondered if the elf blood on her sword would lead to any answers.&nbsp; Still, she didn't mention it for fear it would raise more questions than answers.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think I must have hidden well under the trough long enough before I passed out."&nbsp; Luthien surmised.&nbsp; She instinctively moves in a parallel path to Volk, each covering different territory.&nbsp; There was not much left in the rubble.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien gets bored by the work, however.&nbsp; SHe is not a scavenger by instinct and finds nothing interesting.&nbsp; Her head is throbbing and she feels slightly nauseous.&nbsp; She begins to wonder if there's something wrong with her as the world begins to spin.&nbsp; <br><br>She clutches the bit of wall closest to her and tries to steady herself.&nbsp; <em>Crap</em>, she thinks.&nbsp; She breathes in deeply and realizes she has to throw up.&nbsp; She leans over the wall and heaves over the side.&nbsp; She is shaking and gasping for air and struggling to stay awake.&nbsp; <br><br>She turns around, wiping her mouth on her sleeve and leans against it, barely able to stand.&nbsp; She leans against the wall, feeling strangely helpless.&nbsp; She hates this feeling and doesn't want to give into it, not infront of this stranger.&nbsp; Still, it takes her away, against her will.&nbsp; <br><br>"Volk!" she manages to say just as everything goes dark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 22:58:15</strong>
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				When next she woke up, she lay on a cloth by a campfire.<br>"So you finally woke up Elf..." Volk said grumpy.<br>"You're a lot of trouble you know that. Not to mention you've been talking elvish in your sleep" he said.<br>"Couldn't understand a thing of it" he said.<br>He was chewing on some bread and there was some meat being roasted. <br>"Take something to eat..." he said, casually pointing at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 01:25:44</strong>
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				Luthien flushed as she sat up.&nbsp; She knew, deep down, that she was not the fainting type.&nbsp; She must have been injured more than she had originally thought.&nbsp; <br><br>She could tell her pouch was still in place and her sword was placed near at hand.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded at Volk and took the offered food.&nbsp; <br><br>"You know.&nbsp; I'm really not a sissy girl elf."&nbsp; she looked at the ground and took a couple bites of her food.&nbsp; "I'm pretty sure I've never passed out before.&nbsp; Really."<br><br>She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, even someone she was paying.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, Volk. Why didn't you just take my pouch and leave me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 09:51:55</strong>
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				He grunted "I'm a mercenary. Not a thief" he stated.<br>"I work for my living" he said as if indignated by the concept of him just stealing.<br>"I fight well and i expect to be paid well in war. I lend my services as bodyguard or enforcer" he added.<br>"It pays well in time of crisis. The North is heading for trouble... so i'm heading there to find employment in a military expedition or whatever lucrative job pops up along the way" he said.<br>He glanced at her pouch "Gold is tempting... but not tempting enough".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 17:04:48</strong>
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				<em>If he only knew what is in my pouch</em>, thought Luthien.&nbsp; Again the certain knowledge of something comes to her, yet she's clueless as to what is in her pouch.&nbsp; She knows it is gold and other things, more important than gold.&nbsp; She wants nothing more than to open the damn thing, but she knew better than to look at its contents here, in front of Volk.&nbsp; Her trust in him not quite there yet.<br><br>"Yes, but you would have taken my pouch and left me if I were dead, would you not?"&nbsp; she asks.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 22:31:41</strong>
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				"I thought you were dead" he shrugged "If i didn't take the gold, someone else would have. Heck... it's a miracle the orcs didn't get their smelly green hands on it" he stated as he looked at her.<br>Volk spoke casually and his greed was weirdly rationally motivated.<br>He was cleaning his bastard sword which was of surprising quality. He stopped to take a bit of roasted meat and bit of the meat on a stick.
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 00:21:52</strong>
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				"Well, I'm glad I woke up when I did." Luthien said and laughed. She took another huge mouthful of her meat and chewed it thoughtfully for a moment before continuing.<br><br>Her keen ears heard a sound off behind Volk, a good ten meters away.&nbsp; Instinctively, she placed her free hand on the hilt of her sword and tilted her head in the direction she had heart the small little snap.&nbsp; There was something moving about.&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes as she set down her plate and rolled into a squatting position.&nbsp; <br><br>She could see the outlined shadows of three shapes heading their direction, very, very slowly.&nbsp; She held up three fingers of her free hand to Volk, hoping he would look up from his sword soon.&nbsp; <br><br>"I would hate to have been left for dead or <em>whoever came next</em>," she said without a break in the conversation, emphasizing the last three words to get Volk's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 09:28:34</strong>
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				Volk frowned and looked up, he followed her gaze back.<br>Slowly rising up, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened as a three creatures entered the clearing.<br>"Bugbeats!" he said.<br>The three figures were taller than Orcs, extremely muscular and hairy, with bestial faces.<br>They held crude axes in their clawed hands.<br>"What are they doing here?" he wondered. But the trio just roared and went for them. "Kill them and take their pretties!".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 22:05:34</strong>
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				Luthien found herself moving completely instinctively as she grasped her sword and leapt to the ready.&nbsp; Within seconds the stinking hulks known as bugbeats were upon them.&nbsp; But their moves were large and sloppy--easy for Luthien to discern and counteract.&nbsp;She even knew where to aim her sword for maximum destruction, the spot of weakness, so to speak on the creatures.&nbsp; She feels no fear as she faces them and is surrounded. Three to Two does not scare her..She feels she could fight these three off by herself, even.&nbsp; The knowledge and certainty of it calm her.&nbsp; She's done this before even if she doesn't remember it.<br><br>She&nbsp; moves so that she and Volk are back to back ready to fight in tandem with him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 09:34:56</strong>
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				Volk doesn't comment but for a moment she can see his eyebrow rise.<br>He doesn't say a word as he sents his blade crashing into the rightmost bugbear, drawing blood.<br>He quickly stepped back as an axe only just missed him. He blocked another blow.<br>The wounded bugbear meanwhile got up again. Severely crippled, his friends intervention saved him from a final blow and enraged he attacks Volk also. The third Bugbear draws a large curved dagger, while at the same time wielding his axe. He seems the leader of the trio, having crude thick armor. Bloodlust is evident in his eyes, as he attacks Luthien with a flurry of powerful blows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:43:54</strong>
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				Luthien parries the blows from the creature attacking her.&nbsp; His large size and strength require her to be more skillful and thoughtful with her defense and attack.&nbsp; She patiently deflects his rampant, large movement attacks as she looks for his weaknesses.&nbsp; He seems to fall into a rhythm between the dagger and the ax, as if he would be off balance if he were to change it.&nbsp; She sees her chance...an opening just after the axe comes down...she counts and just on time, she blocks the ax blow with two hands on her sword and, just as he's reading his blow the dagger, Luthien lands a swift and full kick to the wrist holding the dagger, knocking it out of the surprised bugbear's hand.&nbsp; Moving swiftly, she frees her sword from the ax, and wheels around in a full circle, at full speed and strength, she slices the creature's head off in one fast motion.<br><br>Spinning at the ready she launches herself at the injured creatures who is now solely focused on Volk.&nbsp; Apparently, these bugbears don't pay much attention to small women.&nbsp; "Oh, well," Luthien thinks,"that just makes it easier for me."&nbsp; &nbsp;She surprises him with a jab in the belly and he turns to attack, leaving Volk and the last bugbear to their own quarrel.&nbsp; They face off and he notices the dead leader on the ground, he grunts and comes at her with his axe, full of fury.&nbsp; He underestimates her abilities to move.&nbsp; She moves to the side and deftly sweep kicks at his ankles, tripping him.&nbsp; As he lands on the ground, she thursts Uruz-Tyr into his back, into his organs and twists.&nbsp; He flops on the ground and his body shudders for a moment before he dies.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien turns back to Volk and the last Bugbear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 22:26:16</strong>
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				Volk's sword meanwhile blocked the Bugbears axe and he drew a long dagger. In a fast movement, he send it into the neck of the vile feral Bugbear. The beast growled as he turned and twisted the blade and than pulled it back. The ferocious beast fell onto it's back, thick blood gushing forth from the neckwound.<br>Volk glanced to the side and looked at the Elvish beauty.<br>"You fight well... especially seeing you're almost naked" he smirked.<br>He knelt next each Bugbear in turn, looking for valuables and hte likes. Finding a few trinkets and a bit of stolen coin.<br>He smirked "Hmmm additional funding" he said "The area really has grown unsafe here. It bodes well for the rest of our journey".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 22:55:58</strong>
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				Luthien blushed at the comment and looked down at her billowing night dress.&nbsp; Leave it to a man to make a comment about ones state of dress just after she killed more than half the attackers.&nbsp; <br><br>"That?&nbsp; fighting?" she asked, laughing it off.&nbsp; "They were easy."&nbsp; She didn't help Volk search the bodies.&nbsp; It seemed beneath her.&nbsp; She realized it had been a long time since she had relieved herself.&nbsp; She excused herself and went off a few paces into the woods, just enough to give herself privacy.&nbsp; She hitched up the night gown which was more than filfthy by this point and took off the pouch that was attached to her thigh.&nbsp; She listened to make sure Volk hadn't followed her before opening the pouch.&nbsp; Inside was a large sum of gold (no wonder her leg felt like a brick), a folded and sealed piece of paper--unmarked, but she knew it was to be delivered to someone. She just couldn't remember who.&nbsp; She was sure she was a messenger of some sort, being sent north...Perhaps to deliver this to someone? Why?&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; She hated not remembering everything.&nbsp; The only other thing in the pouch was a silver necklace with a tree embossed on the front.&nbsp; A beautiful tree, and it spoke of home to Luthien, of family.&nbsp; A clue, then, to who she might be. <br><br>She replaced all the items back into the pouch save five gold coins.&nbsp; And returned to their site.&nbsp; <br><br>"Can we make clothing a priority, please?" she said to Volk.&nbsp; She walked up to him and held out her hand, the gold shining, gleaming..."Here's a start."<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 16:53:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the gold coins and nipped them. "hmm real gold" he said.<br>A flicker of greedy delight appeared in his gaze.<br>"Sure..." he said "When we reach the village we can see if there is anything purchase. Though the city will of course have more to offer" he stated calmly. He put away the gold coins and sat down again. "hmpf my meat is burned now" he said irritated "stupid goblinoids" he muttered, referring to th Bugbears as he put his teeth into the roasted meat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 05:36:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm going to sleep, if you don't mind...wake me up and I'll take the second watch."&nbsp; Luthien says as she lays down.&nbsp; Her head still hurts like hell from the earlier fight.<br><br>The sounds of Volk's munching act as an odd sort of lullaby as she closes her eyes.&nbsp; The sounds morph into a dream.&nbsp; She is fighting against someone she knows, someone she trusts.&nbsp; She can't see who it is, but the feeling of betrayal is strong.&nbsp; Luthien tries to picture the person, but she can only hear his voice.<br><br>"It's the only way!" he shouts at her."Yield and you might survive this. I can arrange it."<br><br>"I'll never yield to you. Not after this betrayal of our people."&nbsp; Luthien takes another jab with her sword.&nbsp; He is cut, but not down.<br><br>"Please, I never meant to hurt you."&nbsp; He says.<br><br>"Then you shouldn't have done this."&nbsp; <br><br>The dream shifts and morphs into a white landscape of dark greens.&nbsp; Luthien sees the tree she longs for and she rushes toward it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 16:01:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk meanwhile, poked the fire. His gazed moved to Luthien, who seemed to become restless.<br>Was something wrong with her? Perhaps a nightmare?<br>He wondered wether he should try and wake her up. Slowly he moved towards her and looked at her curious.<br>His hand on her shoulder, he squeezed gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 19:34:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Luthien approaches the tree, she is attacked by large shadowy creatures who drag her away, pulling at her roughly.&nbsp; She fights back.&nbsp; She feels like she is thrown to the ground as someone grabs at her..She screams for help from those she knows must still be beyond the tree, unreachable..She instinctively pulls her legs in and kicks upward with both legs for all she is worth, her feet making a strong impact and she suddenly is awake, in different surroundings, her heart is pounding as she sees Volk is clearly the victim of her strong kick.<br><br>She tenses, her eyes wide as she tried to disentangle the dream from reality.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:47:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk glared at her angrily.<br>"Are you mad ELF!" he hissed. His expression clearly vocating his discontent in a visual manner.<br>He got up again and looking down at her threw her another glare before sitting down on the other end.<br>He muttered something about women and treehuggers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:52:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Volk!"&nbsp; Luthien realized she was simply at the campsite.&nbsp; "I'm..."&nbsp; She put two and two together and realized she'd struck out at him in her dream...but..<br><br>"Volk, I was dreaming..I didn't mean to kick YOU...I....but...why were you touching me just now?" she asks.&nbsp; Suspicious that he might have waited for her to go to sleep before stealing from her...or...she blushes and narrows her eyes suspiciously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 21:17:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You were having a nightmare woman" he said, his tone having changed dramatically.<br>He seemed quite pissy about it.<br>"Sleep and this time i'm not going to shake you awake if you have one" he said bluntly.<br>A hand on his knee, the other leg stretched, he stared at the campfire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 21:44:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I see...you came over here...out of simple concern." Luthien. <br><br>Luthien raises her an eyebrow at Volk, "Humph.&nbsp; Well, hope the kick didn't hurt too much."<br><br>Luthien positioned herself so her back was to Volk.&nbsp; <em>Grumpy old man</em>, she thinks as she goes to sleep, <em>serves him right if he was going to try something on me in my sleep..then again, if he was actually concerned...ugh..why do men always feel like they have to help out at every turn?&nbsp; &nbsp;Just my luck...a grumpy, mumbling, pissy, dirty old man...Why couldn't she have been found by a cute young ranger or something? </em><br><br>"Wake me up for watch, I don't want to be around a tired old grump all day tomorrow."&nbsp; she says before drifting off into a deep sleep.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:21:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard him mutter something before she faded to sleep.<br>When next she woke up, she found herself tugged in with a blanket of Volk.<br>The mercenary sat against a tree, cutting apart a rabbit he had caught.<br>"..." he didn't seem to notice she had awoken. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:49:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You didn't wake me..." she says, accusingly, but with little real zing to it.&nbsp; It had been...er...sweet of him to put a blanket on her while she slept. She pulled the blanked closer around her shoulders.&nbsp; "Thanks for the blanket." <br><br>Her vision was still a little blurry from the knock on her head.&nbsp; She rubbed her head as she stood up to get nearer him.&nbsp; <br><br>"I saw some herbs over in that direction--they'll make that thing taste rather splendid.&nbsp; THe least I can do is add something to the meal... You can nap while it cooks." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 17:35:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I already took a little nap... i'm a light sleeper" he said.<br>"But very well. You proceed" he said "There are some berries over there too" he said casually pointing in a direction.<br>"If there is a problem. Yell very loud." he said "Should wake me up" he said with a tiny grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 18:41:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien went about the work of making a stew.&nbsp; She foraged around and managed to find an onion like root, herbs and the berries...Not perfect, but given they had small rations this would seem like a feast.&nbsp; She hung the stew so that it would set at a low temperature and braise nicely.&nbsp; As the stew cooked, Luthien decided to stretch and move about, work out the sore muscles she had acquired over the last couple of days.<br><br>She would glance occasionally at the sleeping Volk.&nbsp; When he was asleep, he was actually pretty decent looking.&nbsp; Luthien quickly shoved <em>that </em>thought away.&nbsp; Even though her memory was hit and miss, she knew, or at least could intuit various things about herself.&nbsp; Fighting came to her easily and very mechanically, so she knew she was well trained to do that.&nbsp; She knew that she had been betrayed by someone very close to her...pretty sure even that it was a lover that had betrayed her.&nbsp; And, she knew that liked sex with men.&nbsp; Her mind seemed to echo that thought with "Lots of men." and she blushed at her own thoughts.&nbsp; <em>I guess I'm no virgin princess in the elvin realm</em>, she thought to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to get out of here as soon as breakfast was over.&nbsp; She was not only tired of wearing a dirty flimsy nightgown, the letter in her pouch weighed more heavily on her mind than all the gold next to it.<br><br>When she was sure the stew was ready, she casually sang out, "Volk.&nbsp; Breakfast is ready," in a chipper good morning sort of voice.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 22:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk looked like the ideal of the 'human male'. He had a crude edge not present in Elvish men. He was powerfully build and masculine in voice and build. He had grey hairs here and there. He had a distinct stern edge, his voice also had a cold and confident edge. He was the kind of man who took charge of things in crisis, one could easily see a man of authority in him... if motivated by gold coins. His expression had softened though as he snoozed.<br>His armor was slightly rough but high quality. And both his hands and weaponry indicated he was no stranger to conflict and the use of weaponry.<br>When she spoke, his eyes immediately opened, unblurring. <br>"..." he raised an eyebrow a moment "Already?".<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 00:21:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien lets out a low chuckle.&nbsp; "You've been snoring gently for over an hour....it took a while to get that scrawny rabbit nice and tender."&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't let on how taken aback she was at his sudden alertness.&nbsp; And comforted by it.&nbsp; Having light sleepers for traveling companions is an excellent thing.&nbsp; Especially when you are an elf with a concussion.&nbsp; Her vision seemed mostly clear, now, however.&nbsp; <br><br>"The first thing we do is find me some clothes." She says by way of making conversation.&nbsp; "and something to hold my sword...provisions...a horse...I can't ride behind you the whole way..." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 11:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked "What am i that bad company?" he said amused. "or afraid people will think you're some sort of pet" he said, shifting a bit as he rose up more. He still sat against the tree. <br>"We'll make a short stop in the village for the essentials" he said "You're lucky i'm such a big old teddybear..." he stated "Some of my mercenary comrades of the past would have tried other things at night" he said "If you enter the city like this... you'll be in trouble before you know it. After the village we go to the city for... more advanced supplies".<br>He picked up a black raven's feather that lay nearby and twirled it between his fingers. The scent of the roasted meat met his nostrils... .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 21:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually, I was thinking more about how hard it would be to fend off an attack if we were both on the same horse."&nbsp; Luthien says, a little perturbed.&nbsp; "And, no, I don't think you're that bad." Actually, not half bad, really.&nbsp; In the daylight she could see he was a pretty decent looking man.&nbsp; Well built, strong, knows how to handle his weapons.&nbsp; Hanging onto him behind a horse might actually be fun...but still.&nbsp; It's not practical, riding around in dangerous parts hanging onto a guy just for the fun of it.<br><br>"But, perhaps I should thank you for not molesting me in my sleep.&nbsp; I prefer to choose my bedmates, and generally I like to know their name and a little bit about them beforehand." she adds with a little laugh.&nbsp; She stops short of asking him <em>why didn't you, anyway?</em>.&nbsp; She&nbsp; looks at herself over and points to her filthy dirty self, "I'd hardly choose this given a choice, either."&nbsp; She was truly a mess in a big white bag.&nbsp; She hated to think how dirty she looked.&nbsp; <br><br>"Does that village have a bathhouse?" she asks.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 23:14:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed "What a strange remark milady" he said as she spoke of him molesting her in her sleep.<br>"I doubt it" he said "We'll stop by a stream or so... or bath in the village. But don't expect a bathhouse... that's for cities" he said with a tiny smile. <br>"So you still don't remember a thing?" he asked as at a calm but steady pace, they continued on.<br>Volk rather enjoyed her closeness. After all she was quite attractive. And her voice had something pleasing.<br>She smelled a bit badly though and looked a mess but even a mentally backward man would realize she was a rare gem... and one that could fight at that. But he was still weary, clearly there was far more to her than met the eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 23:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"My memory is hit and miss.&nbsp; I took a moment to look through my pouch." Luthien considered the risk of revealing all she knew to Volk for a moment.&nbsp; Given her situation, there wasn't anyone else around to trust, so she laid hers in him.&nbsp; <br><br>"I found plenty of gold...and...I'm clearly needing to go North. And, I can't remember where or to whom, but I'm certain I am meant to deliver a message to someone.&nbsp; I'm driven to head that direction, and I have an unmarked, sealed letter in my pouch. I just know it is important.&nbsp; And, the last thing is, there was a necklace with a symbol on it...I feel like I would normally wear it, but I have it hidden there for a reason."&nbsp; She shakes her head and wonders at the inconsistencies.&nbsp; She can tell the smell of orc blood and elf blood on her sword, but she can't remember her name.&nbsp; <br><br>"Other than that, I'm sort of blank on various details."&nbsp; She closed her eyes and tried to remember any more. Nothing seemed to come to her.&nbsp; As she looked around at their surroundings, she felt like she was in completely new territory. <br><br>"Where are we, anyway?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 09:38:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see" he said. This opened possibilities. She may be worth 'a lot' of gold. She was hard to place. Crude Elvish warrior or nobility? Both perhaps? And this message was simply 'fascinating'. It it was worth a lot of money...<br>Of course it might also attract him a lot of trouble.<br>"Main road... I judging by the last sign we passed, we're about an hour from the nearest large village. Eight to ten hours from the city".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 19:42:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An hour away from a bath and clothes!&nbsp; "Thank the gods," she says. "I am so looking forward to washing up."&nbsp; <br><br>The smell of his leather and of his scent fill her senses.&nbsp; She watches the back of his neck for a moment, the way the muscles on the sides of his neck flex as he swallows, the way his hair curls slightly at the edges.&nbsp; She can't help but reach a finger up and twirl a lock of his hair into a small curl against her finger.&nbsp; She finds this part of him extremely attractive for some reason.&nbsp; <em>stop...stop...stop </em>she tells herself, j<em>ust because you find yourself half naked sitting against a man with a horse swaying under you..get a grip.</em><br><br>Luthien sighed and leaned into Volk's back, resting her head lightly against his shoulder.&nbsp; She let her self fall against him comfortably until they reach the village.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 21:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If he objected to her 'playing' with his hair, he said nothing of it.<br>Suddenly the peace was shattered as he spoke "Look milady" he said, pointing into the difference.<br>"The village" his gloved hand on her hand, which rested on his stomach, he patted lightly.<br>Accelerating a bit, they soon reached the village and he spoke once more "Now... where to?" he said, looking around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 00:06:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was beside herself with relief, but she was wary at the same time. <br><br>"It's sort of like the chicken and egg, Volk.&nbsp; Bath or clothes...I don't suppose you would be able to get me some clothes while I go get a bath?&nbsp; You could buy them and bring them to me..You know...something basic.&nbsp; Then, I can get fitted with proper leathers in the city."&nbsp; She searched around for the sign that would indicate an inn with a bath.&nbsp; As the rounded the corner, the only place in the village that could possibly have a bath became apparent.<br><br>"What do you think, Volk?&nbsp; Should we get rooms for the night, or just a bath and a meal?&nbsp; I think we could make it to the city before the gates close if we don't tarry too long here..."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 09:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Agreed" Volk said. "Though you can bath in the city in that case and safe some money" he said. "i'll go procure you a decent dress or the likes... Something firm and resistant" he stated. He pointed casually in a direction "There" he said. "Order us a meal. Bread, cheese, meat and the likes" he stated "Something hearty... and a large pint of fresh cool ale".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 21:58:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just something basic to get me through. I'm sure I can find the exact leathers I like in the city...Unlikely place for a good tailor here," she said as she headed over to the smallish looking tavern.&nbsp; Good smells issued forth, and Luthien felt her hunger.&nbsp; <br><br>She poked her head in the tavern and looked around.&nbsp; It was later than a traditional meal time so there were not too many customers to see her.&nbsp; She quickly crossed to a table so that her back was to the wall, and her nightgown mostly hidden beneath the dark wood.&nbsp; To many, she simply looked like an elf in a dirty top.&nbsp; <br><br>A buxom barmaid came over to the table with a reluctant air.&nbsp; "You have coin under that filthy thing?&nbsp; We don't cotton to beggars here."&nbsp; She did nothing to hide her skepticism. <br><br>"I have. And I am meeting my travel partner in a few moments.&nbsp; Don't fear, you will be well compensated if the smells I am admiring come from your pot."&nbsp; Luthien says in her most endearing and calming voice.<br><br>The woman seems taken aback by the flattery and smiles a bit more."Aye, then.&nbsp; What can I get you?"<br><br>"We'd like whatever that melange might be as well as bread, cheese, meat, something green if you have it. And your best cold ale--two large pints if you please."&nbsp; Luthien smiled as she ordered.&nbsp; Kindness can get you a long way with most people.<br><br>She sat back and waited while the woman prepared the meal and Volk shopped for her.&nbsp; She figured anything he bought would work for a few hours or days even.&nbsp; The city would provide them with anything they really needed.&nbsp; She just had to get into something better than the night gown.&nbsp; &nbsp;A small child ran through from the back door out the front followed swiftly by three others.&nbsp; Luthien felt a tinge of jealousy at their freedom.&nbsp; They could play and play...and no worries.&nbsp; <br><br>The ale came to the table ahead of the food, and she allowed herself to sip at the cold draft.&nbsp; It was strong, and she was hungry so she didn't allow herself to gulp it down as she wished.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 16:16:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Volk entered after a while, one of the children bumped into him.<br>Falling back, he looked up at Volk afraid by the massive warrior. Volk's gaze moved down and he pulled up the boy.<br>For a short moment there was a flicker of amusement on his lips.<br>"Careful little one" he said with his low voice.<br>"Yes mistah" the little boy nodded and than rushed of. Three other children gazed curiously at his armor and weapons as he headed for the ragtag Elvish beauty in the back.<br>He carried a bag, which he placed on the table.<br>"This should do... for now" he said calmly "I take it you ordered my meal?".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:34:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Volk took care with the little child, Luthien felt a slight and surprising warmth toward him. Anyone who was kind to children couldn't be all that bad.<br><br>She smiled at him as he came to the table.&nbsp; She grabbed the bag and looked inside.&nbsp; She was doubtful, but it was better than nothing.<br><br>"Yes, I ordered plenty of food.&nbsp; I hope you don't mind starting while I go change.&nbsp; I can't stand this any longer."&nbsp; She motioned to her filthy nightgown.<br><br>The bar maid emerged with a tray laden with food and placed it in front of them.&nbsp; Her large breasts displaying an ample&nbsp; cleavage.&nbsp; Was it just Luthien's imagination or did she swing it purposefully in Volk's direction?&nbsp; Luthien wondered why she might care.<br><br>"Can I change back there?" she asked.<br><br>The barmaid gave her directions and she found herself in a semi-private bathroom with some fresh water.&nbsp; She quickly washed her face and private parts, a bit of relief if not the full bath she had hoped for.&nbsp; She put on the clothes Volk had purchased and shook her head grimly at the mirror.&nbsp; He had misjudged her size by at least one.&nbsp; She found herself in a shirt that was stretched tightly across her chest--her breasts were clearly delineated in a fashion she was not quite comfortable with.&nbsp; The leggings were a little looser--she could still hide her pouch on her thigh at least. Oh well, she thought, it's better than the night gown.&nbsp; <br><br>She returned to the table to eat her portion of the meal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 10:57:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she returned to the table, she found Volk attacking the bread, cheese and meat with a voracious appetite.<br>A stereotypical male in this regard, he seemed in heaven just due to the chance of filling his gut.<br>Munching on a large piece of bread, he swallowed and looked up. She could see his gaze linger a moment on her chest... a bit too long but than he locked eyes with her.<br>"We'll get you something better in the city..." he said. For a moment there was a hint of amusement on his lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 20:19:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien couldn't help but see Volk's eyes on her chest.&nbsp; She felt her nipples harden at his gaze and hoped he didn't notice.&nbsp; She flushed a bit anyway.<br><br>She reached for her own food without saying anything.&nbsp; She couldn't really accuse him of choosing such a small shirt on purpose without implying things. <br><br>"Let's just eat and get out of here." She said.&nbsp; She grabbed a piece of bread and dunked it in the amazingly delicious stew the inn provided.<br><br>She looked at him occasionally as she ate. It seemed like he had nothing on his mind but eating--a single-mindedness of a sort that was slightly disturbing.&nbsp; She was used to a slightly more attentive male, she knew that, but she just couldn't remember who.&nbsp; Volk's cavalier manner toward her was unusual and oddly comforting and disconcerting at the same time.&nbsp; <em>If only he knew who I was</em>, she thought, surprising herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"So...I'm full.&nbsp; You think this place has a decent mount for me?"&nbsp; she asks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 11:21:59</strong>
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				Volk took notice of her nipples but didn't comment. For a furtive moment he smiled lightly but that was all.<br>For now his main objective was his meal. His hands unbared, he used the back of his right to wipe his mouth as she spoke to him. "You need to eat more... or you'll grow skinny" he noted. He than added "Not sure. If you're lucky..." he said "But it may be costly" he added. He grinned as he noticed with her no longer eating, there was plenty left for him and he took another bit of roasted chicken and some more bread, after which he refilled his cup.<br>He seemed unsatiable. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 17:44:26</strong>
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				Luthien watched as Volk downed more food than she probably did in a week.&nbsp; He was a large guy, but it was sort of scary, really the quantity he was putting away.&nbsp; Luthien let her gaze wander around the room as she waited for him to finish.&nbsp; There wasn't much to see.&nbsp; A few large oak tables, all unoccupied but for theirs.&nbsp; A large counter for the bar with some glasses and a couple of wine and beer kegs stacked behind.&nbsp; The curtain that separated the kitchen from the dining area flapped lazily in the breeze.<br><br>Luthien returned her gaze to Volk, placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands.&nbsp; She watched him eat.&nbsp; His intensity was sort of mesmerizing--she found herself watching his eyes as he moved from one bit of food to the other.&nbsp; <br><br>"Perhaps, I should wait to purchase a horse until we get to the city.&nbsp; I'l probably have more choice there, and more bargaining power."&nbsp; Luthien said.&nbsp; "That is, of course, you're okay with me riding behind you for another few hours."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 22:22:15</strong>
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				He munched some more, swallowed and then spoke "Like i mind a cute elf holding my waist for a few hours" he said casually before leaning forward and taking the jar to refill his cup.<br>Finally finishing two mugs of ale, he smiled contently.<br>"Hmmm... that hit the spot" he said "In my profession one never knows when next one eats" he said "But when i do... i do so with enthusiasm" he said, grinning almost apologetically.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 22:29:40</strong>
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				She wondered briefly what else he would do with enthusiasm.<br><br>"You think I'm <em>cute</em>, then?" she asks, the emphasis on the word cute implying that perhaps this is not an entirely worthy assessment of her feminine allure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;"Are you about done here?&nbsp; I thought this was going to be a brief break, but it seems like you've been eating for hours."<br><br>She idly picks up a small piece of bread off the table and crumbles it between her fingers, letting them fall to the table top.&nbsp; What did she care if he thinks she's <em>cute </em>or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 23:46:28</strong>
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				He smiled "Cute, pretty, fair... whatever" he said "Details... details" he took another sip, finishing up.<br>"Alright impatient one" he said "We can go" he stated "I'll meet you up front with the horses" he stated "I need to find a tree first" Volk stated casually.<br>He was crude with a dry wit. It was clear he wasn't a nobleman, that was for sure. The human male began to get up and rubbed the back of his neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 00:00:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien walked out front and stood next to Volk's horse.&nbsp; She waited for him to relieve himself--against a tree no less.&nbsp; She knew that happened against walls even in the big city though she preferred the small water closets for their privacy.&nbsp; <br><br>The ride to the city wouldn't be long, and she knew Volk must have his own agenda.&nbsp; When he came back toward his horse, she waited for him to climb on first before jumping up lightly behind his back.<br><br>"Is your neck sore?" she asked, "I saw you rubbing it earlier.&nbsp; Not enough goosedown the last few nights?" She asked jokingly.&nbsp; Volk seemed like a man who would just as likely sleep on the floor of a fine inn than in it's well appointed feather beds.&nbsp; "I give a pretty good neck massage if you want one." she offers kindly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 17:45:34</strong>
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				He rose up an eyebrow "Sure... and you really are an unusual Elf" he said as they began to move.<br>"It shouldn't be too long before we reach the city... if we make good speed that is" he said.<br>"Best to remain a bit weary" he said "I heard up north things just get worse and worse" he stated "With the Greenskin invasions lately..." he added "And local banditry on top".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 00:02:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien reaches up and begins to knead Volk's tense neck as they ride.&nbsp; <br><br>"Here's hoping we reach it to the city before night fall," Luthien said, rubbing her knuckle into the largest of the knots on his neck.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sure that I was heading up north to help somehow.&nbsp; It's like I know I need to get there and that the message in my pouch is important to the right people..." Luthien worked through the multiple kinks in Volk's neck and gave him a gentle finishing massage.&nbsp; <br><br>"That should help.&nbsp; You were a tangle of knots.&nbsp; Maybe you should relax a bit, eh?" She asks good-naturedly.&nbsp; Just as she was about to slap him on the back, the horse shied from the right side, and Luthien's arm moved to the sword on her back with amazing alacrity, ready to attack whatever was there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 19:25:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk enjoyed her touch as the hairs on the back of his neck rose up.<br>"Perhaps..." he said. Not very verbal as ever.<br>Suddenly someone appeared to the side. The figure wore bloodred robes with golden symbols on it. Holding a long golden staff in hand, with a strange glowing ruby atop, the figure looked at them, face hidden by a hood.<br>"Welcome travelers. I was hoping to find you... Lady Luthien"<br>Volk had drawn his bastardsword. "What? What trickery is this?".<br>The man snickered, age could be heard in his voice. It had a sly edge. Where Volk's voice had maturity and the wisdom of experience it had a strong masculine edge to it also. This man sounded different, eloquent, sophisticated but also venomous.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 23:44:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien took a sharp intake of air as she heard her name.&nbsp; As it was spoken, she felt as if her head had splintered into a thousand pieces.&nbsp; Several more memories came crashing in, though the identity of the stranger was not one of them.&nbsp; The red and gold seemed familiar, but she was unable to place them.&nbsp; She felt wary, however, as though, the knowledge that his man knows her does not mean that they are allies.<br><br>"My Lord.&nbsp; I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage.&nbsp; Please remove your hood so I might know who addresses me.&nbsp; You have addressed my properly, yet not introduced yourself."&nbsp; Luthien replied.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien squeezed Volk's arm carefully and said,"Volk, I do believe this man presents himself to us in good will.&nbsp; As he clearly recognizes me."&nbsp; She hopes that Volk takes the hint.&nbsp; She doesn't want whoever this is to know she's lost her memory.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 20:05:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk slowly lowered his blade, catching the hint.<br>But clearly he didn't like this man.<br>Volk had a natural suspicion towards magic and this man reeked of sorcery.<br>Somehow the idea of Volk tensing around this robed man that appeared out of nowhere... forced a blurred notion to arise inside her mind. As if she was hiding something she should hide with even greater certainty know lest he would become... different in his stance towards her.<br>The crimsonrobed figure didn't move back his hood.<br>"You move up north yes?"<br>"Yes..." Volk said wearily.<br>"Good. Continue on. Be careful though. Evil is afoot there but there you'll both find your purpose" he glanced at them both.<br>"The chosen and the protector... how... delightful" he said "Destiny and fate are such amusing things" he said "I'll come find you when the time is ripe. For now look for the artefacts of the Archmage Nicorius... you'll need them. To unlock past, present and future. But be weary of the Necromancers of the Tower of Bone and the those who stalk the night... they'll want to stop you. Already prowlers track your movements... eager to reap the fruits of your future endeavours. Be careful... very careful" he then stepped back. Volk tensed as he rose up his staff but as it flared up with pulsing crimson light... he dissapeared again.<br>"Bloody Sorcerors" he muttered. "I hate 'em".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 23:21:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien wasn't sure how to take Volk's anger around magic.&nbsp; She felt within her a different sort of reaction to magic, and when the hooded figure raised his hand, it was as if she understood what he was doing.<br><br>"Volk.." she said,"What do you think he meant by 'the chosen and the protector'?"&nbsp; It seemed sort of obvious to her, but the whole notion of having someone call you 'the chosen' is unsettling. And if Volk is her protector..."the protector"...."And the name Nicorius...it seems very familiar to me."&nbsp; An image of a waterfall came to her.&nbsp; A cave behind it.&nbsp; There were no hills for miles around, though.&nbsp; She tucked the image away for the time being, keeping it in reserve for when it would be useful.<br><br>The path they were riding on widened and opened into a larger clearing that opened into a wide field.&nbsp; The unmistakable stone towers and walls of the city were finally visible.&nbsp; Volk tapped his horse to urge him forward as the sun was close to setting.&nbsp; They did not want to be locked outside the city gates for another night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 19:10:09</strong>
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				Volk muttered "I don't know and i 'HATE' mages" he said "Nothing good comes from those vile tricksters" he muttered.<br>There was a distinct dislike and even disgust in his voice and he pulled a sour face.<br>"Let us just continue on, i don't care for all that hogwash prophetic nonsense" he said "i refuse to end up involved in some looney wizard's schemes" he muttered something but than went quiet as the group continued on towards the city.<br>He seemed to have dismissed the previous event and focussed on his surroundings.<br>"Almost there... let us make haste" he suddenly said.<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 19:24:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien and Volk were the last to enter the city as the heavy gates closed all within.&nbsp; The streets teamed with people who scurried this way and that tending to business at the end of a long day.&nbsp; It was, however, difficult to find an inn with space.&nbsp; After five unsuccessful attempts, they found lodging with only one room available.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien was pleased, however, that the inn had its own bathhouse and she could hardly think of anything beyond getting into a tub of hot soapy water.&nbsp; It seemed like days since she'd been cleaned, and her skin was beginning to itch.&nbsp; They trudged up to their single room and took inventory. <br><br>Luthien was relieved to see that the single bed was large enough to easily accommodate the two of them with some space in the middle. .It was most luxurious bed she had had in a while.&nbsp; Other than that, there was a small table with two chairs and a small dresser against the wall.&nbsp; Two windows let in enough light that the room was almost pleasant.<br><br>"Looks okay to me, Volk," Luthien said as she surveyed the room.&nbsp; "I'm going to the bathhouse before I get anything to eat.&nbsp; I'll see you in the dining room?&nbsp; Or, are you going for a bath too?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 14:38:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk entered the bedroom and noticed the single bed. It would be a long night... if he was to sleep next to 'her'.<br>He casually cast his belongings to the side and took a look outside.<br>Popping his head through the window, the veteran mercenary took in the side below. Checking for potential followers, threats and ways out. Satisfied by all he saw, he stepped back in.<br>"It's good. Sleeping in cities is usually more pleasant than the comforts of tents, village inn's and sleeping in the open" he stated. <br>He looked at himself and sniffed. "I stink" he said bluntly "I shall come also... though knowing my luck i'll be muddy, bloody and sweaty within two days" he said stoically. <br>He was an odd human, he seemed to look at everything in a very blunt and cynical way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 22:22:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien shook her head and said,"There's an optimistic thought."&nbsp; <br><br>She turned back to the hallway,"Good enough.&nbsp; We can get all our provisions figured out tomorrow.&nbsp; I need a horse of my own, too.&nbsp; We'll make much better time on two mounts."<br><br>As they head down to the bath house, Luthien could feel herself beginning to relax.&nbsp; The idea of being naked in a tub of warm water with all the accumulated dirt and grime of the attack, the fire, and sleeping in the open for several days sliding off her was extremely welcome.<br><br>As they entered the main chamber she nodded to Volk as they each went into the separate dressing areas.&nbsp; She found a locker big enough for her sword and hung the key with its chain around her neck.&nbsp; She tested the fastness of the lock and, putting her finger on the lock itself added a few words of encouragement.&nbsp; To her surprise a little blue glow sparked momentarily and disappeared just as quickly.&nbsp; Luthien felt comforted by the little bit of magic that seemed to come so easily to her.&nbsp; She knew, without any doubt that her things would be safe.&nbsp; Slightly uneasy, she decided to not tell Volk about this little discovery of herself.<br><br>She grabbed a towel from the stand and walked out into what she thought would be the women's only baths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead, there were four large baths, obviously fed from some thermal spring deep within the earth.&nbsp; There were men and women in each of the pools, largely ignoring each other, seemingly at ease.&nbsp; Servants scrubbed at the backs of the patrons.&nbsp; Luthien looked around the room, trying to decide which of the four pools to enter as she noticed Volk alone in the pool furthest from her, a wicked grin on his face.&nbsp; <br><br>She blushed furiously as she realized that this public bathhouse was truly public.&nbsp; She gritted her teeth and walked to the edge of the pool where Volk sat obviously delighted by the situation.&nbsp; She stepped into the pool until the towel was just ready to dip in the water, dropped the towel and quickly sat down.&nbsp; The water had enough oils and soaps in it that most of her body was obscured by its murky depths.&nbsp; She could do nothing about the buoyancy of her breasts and they just wanted to float right on up to the surface.<br><br>Luthien had kept her eyes off of Volk, and tried to pretend he was just some stranger sitting in the corner.&nbsp; She leaned her head back against the rounded edges of the pool and tried to relax in the warmth of the water.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 11:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk had taken a while to change and moved to a bath. <br>Such luxury but it was not bad to indulge in some decadence once in a while.<br>When returning from the secure lockers which were under guard as some of the guests were truly wealthy, he headed for the pools. Some of the women stared at him and some of the men looked somewhat envious. Despite his scars and bruises and a life of hardship, Volk had a distinct rough yet handsome edge. He looked like the stereotypical template of the male warrior. Muscular, somewhat hairy here and there, confident and built like a rock. The broadshouldered and tall male warrior had a towel around his waist. He found it strange that people were so open around here about exposing themselves luckily some of the servants but also occupants of the pool proved a delight to the eye.<br>Locking eyes with a charming brunette, he gave her a small smile which made her fluster and look away, slipping of the towel, Volk entered the bath.<br>It was then Luthien appeared and he could not help but smirk at her. He found that he was eager to see her trip and loose the towel prematurely. But such was not his luck.<br>The beautiful elf finally joined him.<br>As she tried seemingly to 'ignore' him, he spoke up suddenly "Much better than fighting bugbears in the mud is it not 'Lady' Luthien?".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 01:25:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien gritted her teeth.&nbsp; She had been hoping for some alone time in the bath. <em> Oh, well</em>, she thought.<br><br>She let out a sigh,"Yes, Volk.&nbsp; I would say it's a lot better than the mud.&nbsp; But you can drop the Lady bit, if you don't mind.&nbsp; Just call me Luthien."&nbsp; Oddly enough, it sounded right.&nbsp; She moved forward and ducked her head under the water so that she could wash it.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked around for a servant to help scrub her, but didn't see anyone available.&nbsp; She reached out of the tub for a free sponge and covered it with soap.&nbsp; A teasing grin came over her and she turned sideways and lifted one leg out of the pool and placed her foot on the edge.&nbsp; She washed her toes slowly and worked her way up over her ankles, her calf, her knee and ended with the last bit that was still in the water at her thigh.&nbsp; She turned 180 degrees and washed her other leg in the same slow methodical manner.<br><br>She didn't know what possessed her to do it.&nbsp; There was something so aggravating about Volk's sternness.&nbsp; Her inability to get him riled up about anything. He seemed so taciturn.&nbsp; &nbsp;She turned back in her seat, and lifted an arm out of the water so she could soap that up as well. She followed with her second arm.&nbsp; This left only her torso.&nbsp; She lifted her left arm again, and moved the sponge so that she was obviously washing her side, across the top of her breasts, and allowed them to bounce up as she scrubbed under them...her nipples dancing at the top of the water barely visible. &nbsp; She would occasionally look over at Volk with a contemplative little smile on her face.&nbsp; It was as though she was saying,"I'm just washing myself off, here...."&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't help herself, though, as she lowered her sponge between her legs.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for as she let herself spend one maybe two seconds with her fingers lingering where she would rather have them stay much longer. She knew the bubbles from the soap would obscure her movements.&nbsp; She opened her eyes tossed the sponge in Volk's direction.&nbsp; "Have a sponge, Volk,"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 13:36:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Men were men and she could see Volk clearly taking in her little show.<br>Volk had rarely had such a 'treat' so he made sure to treasure it. <br>Especially the display of her feet and long shapely legs were most enjoyable. Though he could not help but enjoy her implied actions regarding her chest. He shifted lightly, trying to keep his expression controlled, it wasn't like stunning elvish maidens bathed before him on a daily basis. Her boldness did surprise him though. After all he might not be the man she thought him to be.<br>Than again it was a safe assumption to think one was rather safe here.<br>As she threw him the sponge, he caught it.<br>"Heh... your back still needs a scrubbing Luthien" he said casually.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 19:15:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien smiled at Volk and moved closer.&nbsp; "Please, do...Wash my back, oh great 'protector'," Luthien said in a playful and not quite mocking tone.&nbsp; She moved her hair to one side over her shoulder as she turned her back to him.&nbsp; She was surprised by the delicate strokes he made across her back from shoulder to waist stopping short of her buttocks.&nbsp; Luthien felt a certain attraction to him.&nbsp; And she felt a certain annoyance that he hadn't shown any interest in her physically.&nbsp; Perhaps he might have finally noticed she was female.&nbsp; She was thinking it might not be the wisest road to go down, but she was also feeling an amazing level of curiosity about him.&nbsp; He was so damned quiet all the time.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as she sensed he was nearly finished washing her back, she said, "I'll wash yours for you, if you like."&nbsp; She turned to reach for the sponge and as she did so there was a blinding flashing pain in her head.&nbsp; Several images flooded her mind.&nbsp; She closed her eyes tight against the pain and instinctively reached out for Volk for fear she might not be able to remain upright as she collapsed into him.&nbsp; <br><br>A chunk of memory seemed to have filled itself in, but she couldn't sort it all out immediately.&nbsp; She had images of her and another man, not Volk in the height of a passionate moment. Images of several men came rushing through, one in particular though seemed to set of a slight panic alarm bell in her head.&nbsp; The image switched to one of her brothers chasing her around a tree in a game, but she was much younger.&nbsp; She could almost remember names.&nbsp; The symbol of her house...it matched that of the hooded man in the woods. He was a master magician..not her own master but another somehow connected.&nbsp; Other sights and sounds came flashing at her as well as knowledge. <br><br>She was trembling and shaky but Volk had managed to hold her upright and hide her face from the view of others in the baths--though they were alone in this particular pool.&nbsp; She opened her eyes after a few moments and smiled weakly at Volk.&nbsp; "I'm sorry....I...seem to have had some--not all though--of memory restored.&nbsp; I can't clearly articulate it at the moment, though." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 21:15:15</strong>
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				Volk nodded "Sure..." he said as she offered to wash his back.<br>As her long delicate hand reached out for the sponge, she seemed to loose focus and fell towards him.<br>He allowed her to fall into his embrace. And to his own surprise he rather enjoyed it. She felt soft and pleasant to the touch.<br>He nodded as she spoke "And what exactly is it you remember now?" he asked curious.<br>If everytime she remembered something she'd loose balance... it would prove to be interesting times.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 01:57:43</strong>
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				Luthien shook her head. "I can't...explain.&nbsp; There's a lot more and not enough to make sense of it completely. I know that I was betrayed, though. And by someone close."&nbsp; The image of her on top of the man with long blond hair...definitely elven like her was replaced with another image of her fighting him.&nbsp; The elven blood on her sword was his, she knew this without question.&nbsp; <br><br>She took the sponge from Volk and tried to shrug it off.&nbsp; "A few more bouts like that, and I imagine I'll have my full head back."&nbsp; The previous playfulness she had felt had disappeared however, her mood had changed, and she scrubbed Volk's back with an efficient and business like hand.&nbsp; Her mind cluttered with thoughts and puzzles.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Volk," she says as she hands the sponge back to him.&nbsp; "I feel like...maybe..I was leading you on just a while ago.&nbsp; I shouldn't have teased you like that.&nbsp; I'll let you finish your bath and see you in the dining&nbsp; room, okay?"&nbsp; She reached out and patted his cheek.&nbsp; She felt a warmth stir in her, a desire, a longing even.&nbsp; It was just not the right timing.&nbsp; Her head needed to clear.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 13:53:15</strong>
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				Volk listened and she could see his right eyebrow raise questioningly.<br>But he didn't ask any questions, he merely nodded.<br>When she handed him back the sponge, he smiled lightly. "Undoubtably" he stated.<br>"You assume i minded little one" he said as he ran an index over the sensitive tip of her left pointy ear "I'll finish up here... go get changed" he stated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 00:36:50</strong>
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				The light movement against her ear made Luthien quiver a little bit inside.&nbsp; It was such a delicate touch from such a large man.&nbsp; Emboldened by his touch she walked up the steps of the pool slowly, her backside clearly visible to Volk, and waited until she was completely out before reaching for the towel the attendant was handing her.&nbsp; Without turning she headed back into the women's locker room.&nbsp; She dried off and used a bit of magic to release her extra protection on the locker.<br><br>No, she wouldn't mention the return of a great deal of magical knowledge to Volk.&nbsp; For some reason she felt like she didn't want his opinion of her to change, and she was certain it would if he knew she could do magic.&nbsp; She would keep that under wraps until she had to use it in an emergency.&nbsp; She dressed quickly and made sure the contents of her pouch had not changed while she was in the baths.&nbsp; She pulled out a couple of coins for in town expenses and moved to the dining room.&nbsp; She scouted out a table and ordered plenty of food.&nbsp; She had seen Volk eat before.<br><br>As she sat waiting for Volk to join her, she was certain she saw someone she knew pass by in the street outside.&nbsp; Her instincts made her duck behind the pitcher of ale in front of her until he was past.&nbsp; He had not been part of the group that had been attacked, of that she was certain.&nbsp; Her damn memory made a mush of things, still.&nbsp; She knew she didn't want him to see her.&nbsp; She was equally certain of that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 11:07:45</strong>
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				It was then that Volk's massive form doomed up before her out of the blue.<br>"Playing hide and seek?" he said with a hint of amusement.<br>He casually took a chair and sat down. "So... what shall we have?".<br>Volk almost felt like drooling at the prospect of some good hearty salty meat. <br>There was always room for a good meal. Especially since he knew what it was like to have to run around a while without one if things went wrong.<br>He had apparently taken little notice of what had happened, assuming she had just acted unusually at random.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 20:09:02</strong>
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				"Don't worry, Volk, I ordered enough to fill even you," Luthien said as he sat down, blocking her from the view of passersby.&nbsp; "I was ducking from someone I knew walking by.&nbsp; I just had this urge to hide from him, so I thought I'd better duck."<br><br>She took a long drink of the delicious ale in front of her.&nbsp; It was good to be in a city again.&nbsp; A large woman came over laden with a tray of food and plunked it in front of the two.&nbsp; Luthien took a piece of bread and a hunk of cheese.&nbsp; Her appetite had been off since she had hit her head, and the bowl of stew made her feel a little queasy.&nbsp; She grabbed a bunch of grapes and stood up.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sorry, Volk.&nbsp; I just don't think I can be around here at the moment.&nbsp; The smells...I'm going up to the room.&nbsp; Enjoy your meal."&nbsp; Luthien gave him a little apologetic smile and walked off toward their room munching the grapes as she went.<br><br>When she got to the room she dumped the contents of the pouch and began to try to make sense of it all.&nbsp; The wax seal on the letter was the same symbol on the gown of the mage in the woods.&nbsp; Different than the metal pendant of a tree.&nbsp; The latter, she was sure now, was the symbol of her family.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:14:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm want me to go beat him up?" he said matter of factly.<br>"I'll do it for cheap for you. A kiss instead of a handsome amount of gold" he teased.<br>He took a large sip from his drink and then wetted his lips at the meal before him.<br>He frowned as she suddenly left, heading upstairs. Shrugging he began to devour the meal before him.<br>It took quite a while before he joined her, finding her lost in thought still... .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 18:03:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was slightly amused by Volk's teasing her.&nbsp; So, he wouldn't mind a kiss from her, eh? <br><br>When Volk re-entered the room, Luthien had stacked her gold three different ways and had almost talked herself into opening the sealed piece of parchment.&nbsp; Instead of shoving it in her pouch, she turned toward Volk.&nbsp; She held out the paper and the metal pendant.&nbsp; "I don't suppose either of these mean anything to you, do they?" <br><br>So many pieces of the puzzle still lay beyond her reach.&nbsp; Her frustration was only increased by the bits and pieces of memory that had swarmed over her earlier in the baths.&nbsp; It was as if the more she remembered, the less she really knew about herself.&nbsp; The inconsistencies of memory and knowledge were making her tense and filling her with self-doubt.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 09:48:47</strong>
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				"Not really" he said as he took a look.<br>"Doesn't really look like the arms or crests of any Lord's i served under or heard of" he said.<br>"Probably some old symbol or some Elvish nonsense given the over the top curls and decoration" he said.<br>"You look... distracted? Feeling better?" he asked, remembering her earlier moment of 'weakness'.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 18:01:52</strong>
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				"I'm not.&nbsp; It's almost worse.&nbsp; All these images that came back are all floating around inside without any context," she said.&nbsp; "It's frightening and maddening at the same time." <br><br>She stood up and stretched.&nbsp; The tiredness that had threatened all day returned.&nbsp; <br><br>"I need to sleep.&nbsp; Maybe I'll feel better in the morning."&nbsp; Luthien moved to the right side of the bed and pulled back the top layer.&nbsp; It looked clean enough anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>She slipped off her clothing, simply and without any particular show...really not caring what Volk was witnessing.&nbsp; After all, she'd just had a bath with the man, it's not like he hasn't already seen her naked.&nbsp; She situated herself between the layers and turned so that her back would be to Volk's side of the bed.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and found herself fast asleep within seconds.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:18:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as she hit sleep, she felt movement onto the bed. Volk had sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke to her "Massage? You look... troubled" he said "And tired". His large warm hand touched her leg as he watched her, curious what her response would be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:53:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was surprised at how comforting the feeling of his meaty hand on her leg was.&nbsp; Also, that it started a chain of physical reactions within her.&nbsp; It had been a while, she wasn't sure how long, since she'd had anyone touch her so intimately. <br><br>"A massage would be...appreciated," she says at last.&nbsp; She almost said it would be a' good start', but Volk hadn't show any particular interest in her...He'd been extremely self contained.&nbsp; She didn't even know what he looked like without his clothes on, she realized.&nbsp; He'd been in the baths before she got there, and she'd left before he did.<br><br>She rolled onto her stomach and turned her head so it faced him.&nbsp; She moved her arms so that they her forearms were resting comfortably on either side of her head.&nbsp; The faint light from the moon outside filtered in through the windows and across her cheeks.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 20:11:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and placed his large hands on her back. They were warm but rough and he began to rub her upper body. His fingertips dug in deeply into her skin as he massaged her back firmly.<br>If she'd have turned around she'd have seen a stern face, almost 'too' unreadable, his eyes fixed on the supple skin he was blissfully manipulating. Then he moved downwards to her lower back?<br>The idea of having his way right now... called out to him but he knew better than acting so... primal.<br>Sliding down her legs, pampering them thoroughly, his hands reached her large but finely shaped right foot which he began to manipulate gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 20:50:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All Luthien could feel was the warmth and roughness of Volk's hands.&nbsp; As he dug into her flesh, she felt herself become more alert and awake rather than relaxed.&nbsp; As his hands slid down her backside and her legs she let out a soft moan of pleasure.&nbsp; When he reached her right foot, the tiny bit of tickle he induced made her twitch gently before releasing all tension in it.<br><br>His gentle touch&nbsp; sent an array of signals across her body.&nbsp; The delicateness of his touch seemed very promising of what he was capable of, and Luthien wanted nothing more than for him to continue.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't stop," she whispered.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 21:41:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like that do you..." he said "Careful though... i have a ticklefetish and you my dear are all open for attack" he said teasingly. He poked her ribs but didn't continue, instead he returned to his massage of her lower legs and feet.<br>Suddenly she felt a kiss on her heel and than the back of her leg before he moved upwards again, rubbing her lower back once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 00:15:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss on her heel moved Luthien to the brink.&nbsp; The kiss on the back of her leg sent her over the edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"A tickle fetish, eh?" she asked, "Just what kind of fetish would that be, Volk?&nbsp; Tickling or being tickled?" <br><br>She almost regretted it when she asked, for she was on her stomach and Volk was a large man hovering over her back.&nbsp; She moved her left arm, blindly for she couldn't see him to see if she could find anyplace to tickle him, to beat him to the punch so to speak.&nbsp; Her hand flailed around wildly for a second before she felt his....damn it was his thigh...and surely even he wasn't ticklish there...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 13:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Depends who's being tickled and who's tickling i'd say" he said almost playfully to the Elf.<br>He was sincerely amused by her reactions to his stimulations.<br>"But desorientated? Because that's about as ticklish as hitting me with a stick" he said as he took her wrist and moved her hand onto her lower back. "Hmm quite stuck aren't we now?".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 16:57:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien giggled into the pillow. <br><br>"I'm stuck only because I want to be," she said playfully.&nbsp; She gave no resistance but wiggled her fingers.&nbsp; "You know I could give you your money's worth during a fair fight."<br><br>She twisted her head around to look up at him, her eyes filled with a gleam and predatory intent.&nbsp; He had excited her, and she wasn't going to let him off the hook.&nbsp; <br><br>"You don't have to twist my arm..." she laughed, "unless you're really into that kind of thing, of course."&nbsp; She raised a single eyebrow at him, taunting, daring...teasing.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 20:06:55</strong>
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				"Maybe you will, maybe i won't mind... maybe" he replied to her first remark.<br>He seemed surprised by her reaction and than smiled as his surprised expression shifted into one of amusement. The smile contrasting with his signature stern look. <br>"The little Elvish princess is kinky huh?" he leaned forward "Kinky and frisky" he added.<br>"How do you know i won't just follow my needs. I might be very very evil" he said "And you can't escape..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 20:19:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien knew Volk was being playful, but a look came over her eyes...they were distant for a moment as a certain knowledge came into her that she was indeed in no danger.&nbsp; She could, if she chose to, use magic to escape from this man...She doesn't know why it didn't work at the inn when she was attacked...but she knew that she could speak a spell that would freeze him where he was and move away....She didn't want to do that though...Instead, she wanted to continue with what she had started...she was feeling more and more like tossing the man on his back and jumping on top of him.&nbsp; Her need was growing.<br><br>"You won't follow your needs, Volk...because you are too much a gentleman,&nbsp; As much as you pretend you are not!" she teased him. "If you were any base man, you would have taken me while I was unconscious.&nbsp; No, Volk...I think you like this little Elvish Princess, though. Admit it, Volk...Ever since you touched my pointy ear in the bath.."<br><br>She was breathing heavily now, the feel of him pinning her down was turning her on more than she had suspected.&nbsp; His proximity made her nearly reckless.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 23:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled "Is that so?" he leaned forward, his lips close to the tips of her ear. "But maybe treehugger females are a bit too frail for my tastes hmm?" he gave her sides another poke. <br>This time his breathing grew more erratic too. He was armored though, it might take a moment to get all that out. He slid an index over her cheek. He suddenly nipped the tip of her ear. It had something exotic and the eartips for her species were sensitive... even erogenous.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 23:47:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien squirmed after his poke, it had tickled enough allright.&nbsp; She tried to not giggle outloud, but there was no hiding the fact that she had liked it.&nbsp; When he bit her ear, though, Luthien thought she would lose it completely.&nbsp; It was serious foreplay, messing with her ears.<br><br>"You better have meant that, Volk," she said, teasingly, her voice husky...She tilted her ear up to him and made her eyes little slits.&nbsp; "Get out of that armor, and fight fair."&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 20:07:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why should i hmmm?" he said as he nipped her ear again. He slid his unbared hands down again, past her sides, caressing her hips and behind before reacing her feet again. Pinning them down with one hand, he unleashed a full tickleattack upon the beauty and smirked. "If you want something little princess... you should take it..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 00:19:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien had to push her face into her pillow lest her shriek alerted other inn guests of their activities.&nbsp; She was giggling hard and breathing harder as Volk assaulted her feet with his fingers.&nbsp; Even as he did so, it occurred to her that this stranger, this man who had know idea who she was, treated her in a manner she was not used to.<br><br><em>Corwin certainly would never have tried this on her..that obsequious, two-faced lying son of a bitch ..</em>Luthien couldn't help the flood of memories that came. <em> Please don't pass out</em>, she thought.&nbsp; &nbsp; She hid her face in the pillow and pretended to fight Volk off.&nbsp; She hid her momentary lapse and pushed it aside.&nbsp; <br><br>She was having fun with Volk, and she didn't want her past to pollute it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Volk continued to tickle her, and she let herself get drawn fully into the game.&nbsp; She was, however, fully pinned down at the feet and at his mercy.<br><br>"St.....st...." she giggled practically unable to speak..."St..stop...or I might....have....to....beat....you....up...." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 09:47:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed at that and stopped.<br>"Oh really? The little princess is going to beat me up?" he said teasingly. "How cute...".<br>As far as he knew the Elf was older than he, Elves could become quite older than humans and their appearance aged slowly.<br>Given her amnesia, she could be twice his age or more, without realizing it.<br>"Feel free to 'try'" he said as he poked her arches over and over suddenly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 23:01:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhh...." Luthien set to giggling again.&nbsp; <br><br>"I....am.....stronger...than.....I .....look..." she managed.&nbsp; He was so intent on holding her feet so low that he had neglected to notice how she could turn her upper body.&nbsp; Barely able to control herself through the tickling she was receiving, Luthien managed to flip onto a hip and turn her upper torso toward his.&nbsp; The fact that he was fully clothed had disarmed her.&nbsp; She had assumed he had taken off his armor before offering to massage her back.&nbsp; She spied a small opening in a strategic location and stuck her finger in, jabbing him back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 10:07:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled amused for a moment watching her wiggle in the armor.<br>"You know... you 'could' take it of..." he suggested as he watched her attempt to strike back.<br>"However there might be 'dire' consequences" he said jokingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 19:03:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien fell back onto her side and looked thoughtfully at Volk.&nbsp; She hadn't seen much in the bath, and his armor hid his form rather well.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was older for a human, though she suspected she had lived more years than he had.&nbsp; He had loosened his grip on her feet enough for her to pull them out of his hands.&nbsp; She sat up onto her knees so that she was kneeling face to face with him.&nbsp; She looked up into his eyes and found their twinkling challenge compelling.&nbsp; She smiled and bit her lower lip, sucking it in between her teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>She kept her eyes locked on his as she reached to unclasp his armore.&nbsp; Her hands felt there way along his armor until she had released all of the fastenings, all the while she looked at his face and held his eyes, only breaking contact when she had to lift the pieces over his head.&nbsp; Her eyes returned to him when he was left in his undershirt and breeches.&nbsp; The bulkiness that was armor was now transformed into a distinct musculature.&nbsp; Luthine ran her hands along his chest and his arms before putting her hands under his shirt and lifting it up, caressing his chest as she pulled it up and over his head.&nbsp; She traced her fingers over a scar.&nbsp; <em>A story for later</em>, she thinks.&nbsp; <br><br>When she had his shirt off, she ran her finger between his breeches and his waist.&nbsp; If he was ticklish there, he controlled himself well.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Almost even..." she said.&nbsp; She placed both hands on Volk's face and leaned up kissing him on the lips, gently, tasting him for the first time.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 20:32:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her. It surprised him that she was even interested in him.<br>Given her appearance and species... .<br>He smiled at her 'exploration' it tickled but not that much. She wasn't really trying either. She seemed to intent on 'feeling' him.<br>When she pulled him into a kiss, he replied to it and allowed their lips to meet. The tip of his tongue darting into her mouth.<br>She could feel his warm breath tickle her skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 21:15:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien opened her mouth to him and let their tongues dance.&nbsp; She moved her hands to wrap around his neck, run through his hair, her nipples grazing his chest.&nbsp; She didn't even understand her own attraction to this man.&nbsp; A human, obviously of lower rank. He spoke less than anyone she had ever met.&nbsp; He was quiet. Muscled.&nbsp; Manly.<br><br>He didn't seem unwilling, however.&nbsp; Was it just that he was the closest warm body?&nbsp; Even though half of her memory was still wiped out of her brain, she knew she wasn't likely to just jump into bed with any man.&nbsp; What was the attraction here, anyway?&nbsp; She leaned back, breaking the kiss.&nbsp; Her eyes were full of questions.&nbsp; What had that mage meant by "the protector?"&nbsp; Clearly Volk was the protector and she "the chosen one."&nbsp; Or, could it be the other way around? <br><br>"Volk...I don't know what this is all about," she said, finally.&nbsp; Her fingers stroked the hair on his chest, teased his nipples delicately.&nbsp; "For some reason...I am...I want..."&nbsp; <br><br>She let out a small laughing sigh.&nbsp; "Damn it, Volk."<br><br>She launched herself at him, kissing him passionately, her hands tearing at his breeches, making her intent obvious.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 21:22:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk watched her hesitate and nodded, he was slowly rising as she suddenly jumped him.<br>His face showed clear and distinct confusion at her sudden change in demeanour.<br>He couldn't help but laugh as it tickled a bit, he was slightly embarassed also by the state of his currently quite rigid member, hidden behind his trousers.<br>"Wow... you're 'needy'?" was all he could say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 03:27:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien laughed and moved back, away from him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Too much and too fast for you, eh, Volk?"&nbsp; She fell back in the bed and leaned on her elbows.&nbsp; She let her eyes drop purposefully to the bulge in his trousers.&nbsp; &nbsp;"There's a part of you that <em>seems </em>eager."<br><br>She flicked her hair back and let it fall behind her.&nbsp; "Not needy...no...interested.&nbsp; Curious...About you.&nbsp; What makes you tick.&nbsp; I mean, hell, Volk.&nbsp; You have a&nbsp; beautiful naked elf throwing herself at you.&nbsp; Please, don't tell me you're not interested.&nbsp; I can see you are."&nbsp; She gently placed a foot on his crotch, feeling the rigid length of him hidden within the folds of the cloth, pressing gently with her toe.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The fact that you're not all over me...it's sort of...well....suprising.&nbsp; But, if all you want to do is massage my back...Well...then..."&nbsp; <br><br>She rolled her eyes and made a huge display of plopping back on to her stomach, in her original position.&nbsp; "Okay, then.&nbsp; Massage away."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 18:21:34</strong>
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				He laughed at that.<br>"Are you sure you're not a dark elf?" he said. At the touch of her foot, his gender seemed to grow even harder.<br>He looked at her, resting on his elbows.<br>"Not that i mind. I prefer women who show initiative and strength" he stated.<br>"Of course we could do 'both'" he said "massage and 'play'" his usually hard gaze had softened due to a mischievous twinkle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 17:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I'm only a quarter dark elf Volk," she said, grinning.&nbsp; The knowledge that her paternal grandmother was a dark elf flickered through her brain, and she let the implications slide away as fast.<br><br>She liked the new twinkle she saw in Volk's eyes.&nbsp; She moved her hips invitingly.&nbsp; "Well, then, why don't you finish that massage you started.&nbsp; I think there are a few kinks in my back for you to work out."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 19:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm" he said as he moved closer "Why don't you make me?" he said, feeling aroused by her teasing banter. He leaned forward giving her soft warm cheek a little lick.<br>He then let the tip of his nose slide over the soft skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 20:05:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gentle caress on her skin sent shivers across Luthien's body.&nbsp; She closed her eyes to revel in the feeling a moment, opening up her neck to his caresses.&nbsp; <br><br>"Make you?" she finally managed to say, "I don't think I can <em>make </em><em>you </em>do anything."&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hand closest to his face caressed his cheek in return.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 20:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're not supposed to be 'able' to do so" he said almost enigmatically as he moved his cheek into her cupped hand. <br>"It's all make believe in the end..." he said as he leaned forward and kissed her.<br>He smiled at her expression and then slid his hands over her sides. <br>Improper thoughts now all dominant in his mind. If she could see what things he was envisioning... she's be shocked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 20:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She opened her lips to his kiss, darting her tongue into his mouth.&nbsp; She moaned encouragement as his hands moved over her body. She rolled onto her back, and slid her hands behind his neck, pulling him toward her.&nbsp; Her return kiss becoming more urgent, pressing harder and up into him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 20:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He broke of the kiss again. "You sure you're not a Dark Elf? Black clothing and you can stand in for one... the way you kiss 'princess'" he said with a grin than locked lips again.<br>His hand moved through her long hair, his left entertwined with the fingers of her hand.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 21:08:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien squeezed the fingers in her hand.&nbsp; She broke the kiss long enough to say "Clothing?&nbsp; who needs clothing?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She kissed his chin his lips, his cheeks and dropped her mouth to his neck, sucking in gently.&nbsp; Her hands flicked across his body, searching, feeling trying to touch him all at once.&nbsp; Her hips lifted up into him, letting him know her whole body was alive and feeling....needy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 21:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered blissfully under her touch. She seemed to know well what she was doing as if instinctively she knew just where to touch at the right moment. He slid into her, locking her hands over head with his powerful hands. <br>Gazing down at the elf, he grinned "I caught a little treehugger... perhaps i should 'investigate' her further?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 00:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed up against his arms and found that he was indeed physically stronger than she was.&nbsp; She couldn't move.&nbsp; Rather than panic, though, she played along with it.&nbsp; &nbsp; The game he was playing was intriguing.&nbsp; No one had ever been so...silly--or simply forceful with her before.&nbsp; She managed to wiggle a leg free from beneath him and hook it around his backside.&nbsp; She dug her heel into his back and ran her foot down his still clothed leg, caressing him all the way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Investigate all you want, Volk.&nbsp; I think you might enjoy what you find," she laughed and nipped at his nose, letting him know that he was where she wanted him to be.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 10:06:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Flexible are we?" he said.<br>He had her entirely pinned down, without hope of escape.<br>Once more he locked lips with her but his kiss was far firmer and forceful than before.<br>When he broke his kiss, he wiggled lightly inside her, teasingly slow.<br>Sitting up, he released her wrists for now and allowed his large hands to explore her torso.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 17:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien met his forceful kiss equally.&nbsp; Pushing up into his lips, hungrily searching for more.<br><br>When he released her wrists, she arched her head&nbsp; backwards and opened her neck and breasts to his exploring hands. <br><br>"I'm more flexible than you can imagine, Volk," she said with a teasing giggle.&nbsp; Her hands flew to his waist, tugging at his breeches...looking for what lay hidden within.&nbsp; The bulge at the center was full of promises.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 17:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that so?" he said "I do hope you'll 'prove it'" he stated. He allowed her to open his pants.<br>He stopped his teasing wiggling and let his hands caress hers.<br>Slowly he began to disrobe before her.<br>His eyes fixed on hers, were curious about her reaction... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 18:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				LUthien watched as Volk undressed.&nbsp; He seemed a little hesitant.&nbsp; She wondered how long it had been since he'd been with a woman.&nbsp; Certainly he was no virgin, not at his age.&nbsp; She let her eyes drop to his nakedness.&nbsp; She blinked for a second and blushed.&nbsp; She had never actually seen a human naked before.&nbsp; Only other elves.&nbsp; While there were similarities, elven men were smaller than humans over all,and they rarely had any hair.&nbsp; The corresponding size difference translated across the body so it would seem.&nbsp; <br><br>" Volk....I..." she said.&nbsp; No wonder Elven men hated to see their women discover humans.&nbsp; Her hand reached down and encircled the rigid member almost as if she was trying to determine if it was real or not.&nbsp; She found herself a little short of breath, and her sex was on fire with desire.&nbsp; She reached up and grabbed him behind the neck, pulling herself up back onto her knees, so their chests were touching, his hard cock poking against her stomach.&nbsp; She kissed him enthusiastically pushing him over backward.&nbsp; She must have caught him a little unaware as he fell onto his back with her straddling him, the length of his cock pinned under her, but not yet inside. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 22:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fact she suddenly took on such a 'dominant' approach was arousing... though surprising. <br>Looking up, he smiled. Her reaction to his gender had been highly amusing.<br>"Someone is eager... very eager" he said "Don't mind though" he stated as his large fingers slid over her cheeks and down the sides of her neck. His large cock poked her tummy as he moved lightly.<br>"I'm rather enjoying the view from down here..." he added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 00:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien wiggled her hips enthusiastically against Volk's cock.&nbsp; She shook her breasts enticingly for him, giggling again at her seemingly wanton lust that had hit her suddenly and forcefully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Eager...yes..." Luthien agreed, leaning over and nipping Volk's nipple playfully.&nbsp; Sitting back upright she moved backwards down Volk's legs, still straddling him until she reached his knees.&nbsp; She put a hand on his cock and touched it as though she wasn't quite sure what to do with it.&nbsp; All the elven men she'd been with had been so similar yet different.&nbsp; She knew what they liked, she figured a human male wouldn't be much different.&nbsp; She leaned forward and gave his cock a long thick tongued lick up the length of the shaft before popping it into her mouth.&nbsp; It was too big to take much in, so she found herself using her tongue to tease and tickle him.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 00:40:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A shame i brought no rope" he commented, closing his eyes a moment. <br>He chuckled at her tickle and his breathing quickened.<br>She could see the tip of his tongue wettening his lips. His hands ran over her arms,all the way down to her hands.<br>"You seem... unsure?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 00:55:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien gave Volk's cock a long lick up the entire length one more time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Unsure...no..Oh...no...Volk..I suppose you could say I'm feeling selfish," she moved back up his body and took his cock in her hand.&nbsp; "I just don't want to wait any longer to see what this feels like inside me."&nbsp; <br><br>She raised herself up and placed the tip of his cock against her clitoris, playing with herself a moment before pushing the head towards her opening.&nbsp; Her pussy was extremely well lubricated, and she let herself slide slowly down onto him.&nbsp; She stopped when she was sure he was fully inside her and sat astride him, her eyes closed, her vaginal muscles tightening and loosening to feel his whole length.&nbsp; She let out a low moan and tilted her head back, thrusting her breasts forward and toward him.<br><br>She paused for a second before moving upward.&nbsp; "Rope?" she looked down at Volk, "What would you use rope for?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 09:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled "Nevermind 'little elf'" he said. As she moved a bit, he surpressed a gasp.<br>She was a tight fit.<br>The Elf was of great beauty. Indeed female Elves seemed more feminine than human woman could ever hope to be.<br>He placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed lightly, fondling and probing them.<br>As he did so the tips of his thumbs applied playful pressure to her rigid nipples.<br>"You look gorgeous..." he said and than thrust upwards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 17:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk's upward thrust was powerful and Luthien greeted it with a groan and a return thrust.&nbsp; She placed her hands on his stomach for purchase and pushed herself up so that just the very edge of him was still inside her.&nbsp; She hovered for a moment before letting him fill her entirely again.&nbsp; His hands on her breasts just excited her all the more.&nbsp; <br><br>She let her eyes close as she concentrated on the sensations flowing through her.&nbsp; She paused with each movement up and down, feeling the fullness and then the near emptiness until he was sliding in and out of her with ease, the tightness stretched to sweet delicious slipperiness through use. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 19:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His skin was warm to the touch and it seemed like she 'bathed' in his warmth. As his hands continued to grope and explore, he frequently thrust upwards, adding to their mutual pleasure.<br>He smiled pleased as she 'tried him out', taking in her expression as she sat there with eyes closed.<br>"A bit faster little elf..." he said. "I won't 'break'".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 23:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien let out a laugh and nearly said, "I might, though!"&nbsp; She bit it back at the last second.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead she said, "Oh...you want it faster, do you. hmmm." she said, continuing to ride him slowly, making sure she rubbed her clit with each and every motion up and down.&nbsp; She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, her body pressed against his.&nbsp; "How about you show me what you want..." she said her eyes twinkling with the challenge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 20:50:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah!" he said amused as he placed his large hands on her butcheeks, pinning her against him.<br>"You wouldn't be able to handle it... 'too rough'... and sometimes too 'evil'" he kissed her back and let his hands slid up her back, forcing her onto her side and than on her back. Sitting on top of her, he smirked as he looked down.<br>"I caught you... now i keeeppp..." he kissed her once more, letting his tongue meet hers. Breaking the kiss, he finished "You...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 22:03:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien laughed out loud as she rolled her over.&nbsp; "I don't think I'm trying to get away," she said.<br><br>She bucked her hips up at him, against the heaviness of his body against hers, grinding herself against him, searching for more.&nbsp; Her hands ran over his back and across his shoulders down to his smooth bottom.&nbsp; She ran her hands over his cheeks and pulled them closer to her, "Don't worry Volk..I won't break...I promise."&nbsp; Her voice had dropped to a low whisper.&nbsp; Her hunger was not yet satisfied either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 23:42:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh i'm not worried about that" he said "I just don't want to wear you out too much... too quickly. it's a long night" he said amused. Suddenly he 'joined' with her. His firm rod entering her suddenly.<br>He wiggled teasingly inside her before he began to ride at a calm pace, resting his hands to the sides of her head.<br>His gaze was fixed on one of her pointy ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 23:55:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien fell into rhythm with Volk as he began to thrust in and out of her.&nbsp; Her fingers reached up and twisted his nipples.&nbsp; She noticed his gaze lingering on her ear.&nbsp; The memory of his finger delicately touching her there&nbsp; pushed her pleasure up several notches...if only he would..."my ear, Volk...please..." she asked, her voice punctuated by his thrusts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 13:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at that and leaned forward, the tip of her ear dissapeared into his mouth.<br>Gently the tip of his tongue tapped it, caressed it... while his teeth held it locked without biting. At times he 'suckled' lightly.<br>He could feel the warmth and softness of her skin against his and he adored it. A pleasant flowery scent came to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 23:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's ear was beyond sensitive.&nbsp; When Volk's tongue touched her tip, she felt like she was going to go insane, and when he held it with his teeth and started sucking on it, she went berserkers.&nbsp; Her hips lifted up even harder against each thrust, and she felt herself explode in delight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Godsss...," she cried out, her hands clawing at Volks back, encouraging him to continue. "Yes...Volk!"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 00:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk was amused by her reaction. That such a tiny part of her body could be so erogenous!<br>His suckling intensified but suddenly he stopped, he began to ride again.<br>With the fair elf pinned down under him, he accelerated. And than out of the blue, he slowed and leaned forward, taking her other ear in between his lips and repeated the previous process with devious glee.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 00:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien wasn't sure she had ever experienced such intensity before.&nbsp; Surely, she'd never with another elf...Volk was her first human, so she wasn't sure if it was Volk or his being human.&nbsp; <br><br>She let out a long low satisfied sounding moan as Volk switched his attentions to her other ear.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the ride.&nbsp; She was on a physical high the likes of which she'd never known before and she was willing to let it go on and on...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 10:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her human lover suddenly groaned as his first large orgasm hit him.<br>He looked down at her and stopped a moment, remaining inside her, his hands moved to both her ears and his indexes began to caress his eartips.<br>As his gaze moved to the wall of the room, an evil thought hit him and he looked down.<br>"How much do you trust me my lady?" he asked, his arousal omnipresent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 17:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien delighted in his groan signaling his own orgasm...His words baffled her.&nbsp; What the heck did he mean?&nbsp; She was naked, underneath him with his cock shoved inside her, and he wondered if she trusts him?<br><br>Luthien laughed..."Volk, I trust you...enough to go along with whatever is in your devious little mind."&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled.&nbsp; He was playful.&nbsp; She liked that.&nbsp; A lot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 23:31:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ouch... dangerous... dangerous" he said as he put his hand on her eyes and kissed her like that.<br>"I'm going to restrain you..." he said in a whisper.<br>"You'll be defenceless... still so certain i won't hurt you?" he said. He leaned on his other hand as he locked lips.<br>His tongue slipped in a final time before he broke the kiss. <br>"For an elf... you are quite..." he didn't finish the sentence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 01:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien felt her heart quicken as he covered her eyes.&nbsp; When he said he wanted to tie her up she almost bolted.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, if he wanted to do her any harm he could have done so previously.&nbsp; It must be some odd human quirk or maybe it was just a Volk thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even though Luthien had had several lovers, they had all been elves and very traditional.&nbsp; Boring even.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially compared to this.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt a reckless thrill twist&nbsp; through her as she&nbsp; nodded.&nbsp; A little part of her was asking what the Hell&nbsp; she thought she was doing--but it was easily quieted by the heat building in her loins and the loud thumping of her heart.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes.... I trust you Volk.&nbsp; You were saying...as an elf...I'm. What?" she asked breatheless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 20:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled "Adventurous? Twisted? Imaginative?" he than leaned forward "Erotic?" he nipped her ear again.<br>"Of course... perhaps you can 'surprise' me?" he said.<br>"It takes two to dance after all..." the veteran warrior said. He felt warm to the touch and he could not get any closer. He seemed to enjoy doing his following action, burrying his head for a moment among her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 19:36:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed, delighting in his play.&nbsp; She used her arms to squeeze her breasts in, snuggling closer against his warm head.&nbsp; "Then, let's dance, Volk..."&nbsp; She was more than willing to play along...dance along...<br><br>"You were saying something about....restraining me?"&nbsp; She said looking up through her lashes, a wicked complicit smile on her face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 00:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Was I now?" he said. "Any suggestions?" he looked up. In a way he was dissapointed, he had to leave her chest be... for now. He snuck in a kiss and rolled of the bed, stood up and looked around.<br>"Something useful... let's see..." he said. His gaze fell on a brush. He'd have a use for that later.<br>Then he noticed a scarf. "A good start" he said as he took it in hand.<br>He glanced back at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 01:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien sat up on her elbow, looking at Volk with a bemused expression.&nbsp; &nbsp; She liked to watch him move about naked.&nbsp; He had a nice lean muscular body that moved gracefully....Indeed...She rolled onto her stomach and kicked her feet up in the air , chin on both hands as she watched him strut about the room searching for something.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"You were serious, weren't you," she said eying the scarf suspiciously.&nbsp; She wasn't sure <em>exactly </em>what he had in mind yet, but she was willing to entertain him by letting him have his way for the time being. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 09:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed.<br>His large hand ran across her chest.<br>"Well if you're afraid..." he said with a little smirk. <br>As no defiance came, he began to restrain her hands to the head of the bed and than moved down to her ankles to repeat the process. His hands felt rough and warm, they enjoyed sliding across her skin as he took his sweet time.<br>With her ankles locked together and her knees. Her legs would have trouble escaping his touch. <br>He decided to test it, putting a hand on her lower legs and slowly running his index over her arches... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 17:06:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien passively waited while Volk tied her with the scarves.&nbsp; This was a new sensation, sitting back, waiting to see what would come of it...His hands roamed her body possessively, warmly, passionately.&nbsp; They seemed to be hungry, those hands.&nbsp; Hungry for what, she wasn't quite sure, but she tried to feed them with her own responsive need. <br><br>"Oh my god...don't tell me you're tying me up to <em>tickle </em>me?"&nbsp; Luthien started to laugh and squirm as she could given her newly limited mobility when his finger hit her foot.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued tickling her feet a while but than stopped. Her cheeks had a beautiful shade of red and he noticed some sweat. The scent was strangely appealing to him. <br>He grinned "We need a final scarve" he said before nipping her breast. He looked at the rigid nipple and gave it a lick. Moist now it was especially sensitive to his warm breath as it washed over it.<br>"Beautiful in every aspect...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 01:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's eyelids fluttered in response to his light touch on her nipple.&nbsp; The tickling had left her flushed and sweaty, but it seemed to have heightened her senses in a delicious way.<br><br>"Volk..you sound surprised...I am fairly standard for an elf...don't you think," she said.&nbsp; She was pretty sure that she'd not been considered any particular great beauty or anything.&nbsp; She remembered, quite clearly in fact, a certain jealousy toward at least one who had been far more beautiful.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 10:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hup... who is better to judge hmmm? The veteran male or the Elvish female hmmm?" he said as he nipped each nipple in turn.<br>On the edge of pain but not quite.<br>His fingers danced over her torso. It was a little bit tickly but not the intent, he seemed above all to caress and explore.<br>He relished the soft unblemished skin and it seemed as if he'd 'devour' her at any time if able.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 00:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your hands feel amazing against my skin, Volk," she said, arching up towards him, not wanting him to stop.&nbsp; <br><br>She had limited mobility.&nbsp; The vulnerable position in which she now found herself was entirely alien to her.&nbsp; She was certain she'd never been tied up before...but she'd also never been so certain of wanting a man like this before.<br><br>"Volk..." she murmured, her eyes looking into his dreamily, "what do you want to do to me...right now? Right this second...what's going on in that mind of yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 09:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well tied up there is only one way how you can pleasure me... now is there?" he said with a devious playful tone.<br>He licked her ruby lips, awaiting her response. In the meantime his lips planted kisses across her torso and his hands explored the now defenceless Elf her sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien let out a shrill giggle and a scream "Oh...No...not my sides"&nbsp; She toned it down right away as she struggled against his fingers.&nbsp; The bonds she was under kept her fairly immobile.&nbsp; She didn't want the neighbors to come investigating, and the inn was not so huge that others wouldn't be able to hear her.&nbsp; <br><br>As Volk's fingers danced against her skin, she found herself highly aroused again.&nbsp; She wanted nothing more than for him to move his attentions from her sides to her sex.&nbsp; She found her hips undulating towards his hands, "God, Volk,&nbsp; please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 20:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please? Please what?" he asked.<br>He seemed to delight in seeing her squirm under his touch.<br>He swallowed at the gorgeous body before her and the frail need and lust in her beautiful voice.<br>He leaned forward but didn't kiss... yet.<br>Instead his hands continued to tease her defenceless skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 22:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien could hardly think, let alone speak with any accuracy.&nbsp; She wanted him to stop tickling her, but not stop...She wanted him to kiss her, tickle her,tease her, fuck her.&nbsp; Everything.&nbsp; She found it difficult to catch her breath as his fingers continued their relentless attack.&nbsp; "Vo....lk...." she managed to draw her knees up, but that was no use against his hands.&nbsp; "kiss me.." her eyes were large and pleading...."St....st....stop...tic....tic......ling....pl....pl...pl...ease..." Her sputters were punctuated with short bursts of laughter. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 22:42:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And suddenly he stopped, releasing her restraints.<br>"Come... give me a firm embrace... and i shall gladly indulge your request... gladly...very gladly" he said as he leaned forward.<br>His arms were ready to receive her and wrap her in a warm and tight hug.<br>He felt as if he could devour her... her pointy ears alluring and drawing in his gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 00:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien shook out her wrists gently and reached for Volk.&nbsp; He wanted a hug.&nbsp; That was...almost....cute.&nbsp; Coming from such a large man, it was endearing and a little funny.&nbsp; But she'd learned Volk was more than what he had seemed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slipped into his arms and wrapped hers around his.&nbsp; The warmth of their bodies mingling together after their play in a way that just made her even more desperate for him.&nbsp; She nuzzled against his neck, her lips nibbling with a sweet delicateness against his ear.&nbsp; She traced the outer edge of his hear with her nose.&nbsp; Her arms slid up and down his muscular back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 20:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly laid her back like this, arms still wrapped around her.<br>He seemed to enjoy her closeness like this as he began to share several deep and long kisses with her.<br>Her long hair draping over the pillow for his greater enjoyment.<br>Her human lover finally broke the embrace. His index tapping the tip of her nose lightly.<br>"I would say... it is your move... once more" he said almost playfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 22:31:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien gently pushed Volk onto his back and rolled on top of him.&nbsp; She kissed him deeply, passionately, letting her hair fall across each side of his face, creating a curtain hiding both their faces from the rest of the world.&nbsp; She lifted her head after a long, wet, hot kiss and nibbled his lips, her tongue swiping across his cheek and landing at his ear lobe.&nbsp; She grabbed the lobe between her teeth and pulled gently, her nose tickling the outside of his ear.&nbsp; She dropped her lips to his neck where she kissed him across the neck, the chin and over to his other ear.&nbsp; She repeated her nibble and tickle on the second ear.<br><br>She sat up, straddling Volk on his chest.&nbsp; She ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as she went.&nbsp; &nbsp;She leaned over him, dropping a breast toward his lips, the nipple barely touching him.&nbsp; She made a little circular motion, the nipple teasing his lips, up and down and around, she waited for him to catch her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 11:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk tried to grab the nipple with his mouth but failed thrice.<br>She was a nimble one! That was for sure!<br>He laughed suddenly amused by her 'game'. Leaning forward he closed in though and suddenly caught it between his teeth. Both is hands cupped the sides of the breast and the mighty warrior began to suckle her breast as if he were a newborn infant... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 17:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien loved the sensation of Volk's tongue swirling around her nipple, the pressure of his sucking.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled up as she let herself focus on the single sensation of his mouth on her nipple.&nbsp; She could feel the other nipple hardening, becoming erect in response to the attention its twin was receiving.&nbsp; A low moan escaped her mouth as she let Volk entertain himself there.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 18:37:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His mouth turned to the second breast.<br>In normal circumstances this would have caused gossip and more. An Elven maiden of her status with a common rough merc.<br>Sometimes it was an advantage to be without a past, or memories. Some engrained things didn't come to plague the mind.<br>After a minute or two he stopped. "I'm being spoiled..." he noted as he ran his rough hand through her long hair again before letting both his hands return to her eartips, rubbing the small erogenous zones... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 06:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Spoiled...eh? " Luthien let out a low chuckle as she considered his words.&nbsp; She had an instant image of her father flash into her head, knowing it was both her father and who he was and how he would respond to what she was doing.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for a moment, consolidating the flash into her ever increasing set of memories.&nbsp; She had a feeling she'd been in trouble for other indiscretions, though she was sure it was with elves.&nbsp; She was certain Volk was the first human she'd ever slept with. <br><br>His touch on her ears sent a fresh wave of desire through her again.&nbsp; Her hand found it's way down to his cock to see if he was thinking along the same lines she as.<br><br>"Again? Volk? It might be our last chance for a while," she said, knowing that they would need some amount of rest before the next day and the next step of their journey.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 09:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled "I think i shall give you footrubs more often" he said "They seem to lead to interesting things" was his response.<br>"If you are tired..." he began "Than perhaps it is time for you to be tugged in" he stated, his hands slowly releasing her ears from the erotically tantalizing friction, he unleashed upon them.<br>Her human lover rolled onto his side and seemed to take her in... and her curves more specifically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:02:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No....not yet...please...I want you inside me one more time," she said.&nbsp; She caressed his chest.&nbsp; "I have a feeling this type of relaxing venue won't be ahead of us very often.&nbsp; I want to have you while I can."&nbsp; <br><br>She kissed him gently on the lips and pushed his chest to roll him on his back.&nbsp; She straddled him just below his waist and kissed him all over his chest, her hands feeling his bumps and ridges.&nbsp; Her tongue traced the outline of his nipples before delicately biting each one.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 10:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk watched from under her, taking in the her features and of course her chest as befitted a human male involved in these activities. When she nipped his nipples he tensed before relaxing even more. <br>Slowly he placed his hands on her upper arms and rubbed lightly. As her hand reached his gender and applied some teasing friction it reacted in kind, once more awakening to the stimuli.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 16:56:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien continued kissing Volk until he was obviously ready again for her to take him inside.&nbsp; She slipped him in and sat up, straddling him, her head leaning back, her face to the ceiling.&nbsp; Her long hair fell over her back and reached down to his thighs.&nbsp; The thought it might tickle him a little bit pleased her immensely.&nbsp; &nbsp; She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cock filling her completely.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hands fell softly on his waist for balance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 11:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled amused at her reaction as he filled her. <br>He had moved his leg lightly as indeed her hair had tickled a bit.<br>His large rough hands came to hold hers. They were warm and strong. Bringing her hands towards his lips, he began to kiss them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 20:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien continued to ride Volk as he kissed her hands.&nbsp; The slow movements and his tender kisses put her into a relaxed and very sensual state of mind.&nbsp; She found her climax approach in its own languid way--slow, gentle, elongated...not frantic and earth shattering--but sweet and wonderful.&nbsp; &nbsp; She was certain she'd never experienced anything quite so....delicately mind-blowing.&nbsp; It almost confused her its mild intensity.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 20:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Noticing her expression change, he merely looked at her with a soft smile.<br>His warm strong hands kept hers in their firm but pleasant hold.<br>And than suddenly he arched up, giving her that last little bit she needed to know release.<br>As he exploded inside her, he gently pulled her into his powerful embrace... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien fell into his embrace willingly. She breathed in his scent deeply as she closed her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Exhausted and happier than she'd felt in a long time, she fell into a deep sleep.&nbsp; A dreamless rest the like of which she had not known for days.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 14:59:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When next she woke up, there was no sign of Volk nor his arms. Though his bag remained where it had been previously.<br>She could hear his voice outside the tavern.<br>Apparently he was talking to someone below the window of their room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 17:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was curious.&nbsp; She wrapped the sheet around her naked body and moved to the window.&nbsp; She couldn't see Volk or understand what he was saying, nor could she see who he was speaking to.&nbsp; The way to magic listening in formed in her mind, but she set it aside.&nbsp; She had chosen to trust Volk, so trust him she would.&nbsp; She didn't want the lingerings of magic to be on her or around her lest she scare him away.&nbsp; She'd hide that part of her until there was no other choice.<br><br>She put on her clothing and made a mental list of the things she needed to get done.&nbsp; Horse. More sturdy leather armor.&nbsp; Provisions.&nbsp; She wondered if maybe Volk was already making progress.<br><br>She pulled out enough gold to cover the expenses of the day and headed into the dining room for breakfast.&nbsp; She would certainly see Volk re-enter the inn through the one and only door.&nbsp; She figured he had already eaten, and ordered just enough for herself.&nbsp; She sipped at the steaming cup of warm spiced wine and nibbled at the bread and cheese the serving woman brought her, waiting for Volk to reappear.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 18:15:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Volk entered, he carried two bags. Each of another design. He grinned lightly when he noticed her seated at a table, having breakfast.<br>"What? Nothing for mighty Volk?" he said "Tsss... how rude" he said as he put down the bags next to the table and sat down.<br>"A mug of milk, some meat, cheese and bread please" he asked the passing waitress before turning to face Luthien.<br>"I got you some better equipment and of course some more food for underway".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 19:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, I would have ordered you something, but I assumed you'd taken care of that already.&nbsp; I have a hard time you were out already without eating," she said, making room for him.<br><br>"Is the hostler open yet?&nbsp; I think we'll make better time on two mounts," she said, blushing slightly at the word.&nbsp; She knew part of her would miss riding behind him, but, in truth, she was a good horsewoman and she missed the freedom of guiding her own way.<br><br>As the waitress came with Volk's food, she asked her for directions to the best leather worker in the city.&nbsp; She didn't like metal armor, and she had an awareness she could improve any leather she bought through some magic.&nbsp; Discreetly, of course.&nbsp; She glanced a bit guiltily at Volk as she thought this.&nbsp; She hoped he would eventually find his way to understanding that magic wasn't bad--just the people who misused it.<br><br>She stretched when she was done eating and said,"You trust me to go off alone, or do you want to come with me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 20:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're free to go and do as you please my dear" he said "Just make sure you don the things i bought you... in case you get in trouble" he smirked as he added "Of course i expect to be recompensed for them" he stated as he casually motioned towards the bags.<br>He was already focussed on the meal the waitress was bringing. Volk really was a man with a huge appetite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 18:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien looked at the bags with a bit more curiosity than she had previously.&nbsp; She didn't want to open them there, in front of others, as she had no idea what in the world Volk had purchased.<br><br>"Okay...I'll take them up to the room and check them out..." she said.&nbsp; "in a moment or two..."<br><br>She looked at the food spread out before Volk and grabbed a small hunk of the sausage he had ordered.&nbsp; "Looks pretty tasty," she said.&nbsp; She took a small bite and, leaning across the table on her elbows, held the remainder up to Volk's lips expecting him to take the piece into his mouth, her eyes twinkling as she did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 23:40:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk was holding a dagger with a bit of dried meat on it as she leaned forward, offering him a bite.<br>His gaze was focussed 'elsewhere' before it wandered up, meeting her gaze.<br>He grinned and leaning forward also, his lips envelopped the piece of sausage.<br>Munching on it, the piece soon dissapeared into his gut.<br>"Someone seems in a good mood today..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 23:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Luthien started, "I can't complain about anything at the moment."<br><br>She stood up to go, grabbing the bags he had brought.&nbsp; She wondered what goodies he might have been off purchasing in town so early in the morning.&nbsp; She left him at his meal, knowing he would take a while eating.&nbsp; She was always amazed at the quantity of food that man could put away.&nbsp; It staggered the imagination really.<br><br>She opened the bags and dumped their contents on their bed.&nbsp; There were several small bundles wrapped neatly with string. He had said she should wear them in case she found trouble.&nbsp; She expected and found some new weaponry.&nbsp; A dagger that hid nicely in her boots, another smaller one that fit onto her upper wrist, and another that she could tuck into her waist.&nbsp; All of these were hidden.&nbsp; She couldn't walk through town very well with her sword in her hand, so he'd made some prudent purchases. The last was a short sword to be worn at her hip, in the open.&nbsp; One last package puzzled her.&nbsp; Inside was a pair of silken leggings and matching camisole.&nbsp; These were a vast improvement on his last purchase and served no other purpose than comfort and practicality.&nbsp; They fit perfectly and tightly so as to not chafe under her regular clothing.&nbsp; They weren't sexy, she thought, but she would do better on long rides and at night with these on.&nbsp; She put on the items he had purchased and swept all the packaging into the trash can.&nbsp; <br><br>She took enough gold out of her pouch to buy the leather's and horse and went back down to the dining room.&nbsp; Volk was still eating.&nbsp; She stood by him briefly and said,"Thanks for the...uhm...protection."&nbsp; <br><br>She patted him on the back and said,"I'll go take care of the leather ware first...then, I'll head to the stables and see what manner of horse I can find.&nbsp; Where should I find you in say...two hours or so? "&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 15:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't care. Don't have anywhere specific to go" Volk said "I may linger in town a bit. In any case meet me back here when you're done" he said.<br>Unknown to both, someone had penetrated their room and was ransacking Luthien's scarce belongings that lingered there.<br>Disgruntled at finding nothing of value, the figure moved to Volks bag when someone passed by the room.<br>"Hello good sir. Did the previous..." his eyes shot wide open.<br>"What... what are you?" moments later there was a loud cry.<br><br>Volk veered up suddenly. "That came from upstairs!" he pushed asside a chair and not even paying attention to Luthien or anyone else, rushed upwards at remarkable speed, despite his armor. His sword in hand... .<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's own hand found the hilt of her sword as she started to follow Volk up the stairs.&nbsp; The innkeeper came rushing down at her, his hand on his head, blood dripping through his fingers.&nbsp; She heard Volk give a yell, but the innkeeper stumbled and fell, dragging Luthien down the short flight of stairs to the bottom.&nbsp; They landed in a heap, with the man on top of her.&nbsp; She pushed him off with some effort and ran up to the top of the steps, the sound of metal on metal ringing in her ears.<br><br>As she reached the top, all she could see was Volk's back.&nbsp; He had pinned the attacker against the wall, and it was clear they had locked swords and were in a close physical battle of sheer strength.&nbsp; She leaned back against the door, mostly relaxing, sure of Volks eventual victory.&nbsp; She kept her sword out, just in case, but she was certain he would eventual overpower the man she could not even see from her vantage point.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 22:21:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man looked back at Volk with cold hard eyes. He had been taken of guard for a moment but he didn't plan on letting them catch him. Volk was larger but the man in black leather armor and wearing a cloak was fast. Breaking the deadlock that was pushing him back, he took steps back as Volk rushed forth.<br>The mercenary used his weight, strength and size but the killer was fast and agile, trying to avoid conflict.<br>He held two short sword and parried efficiently with them. Volk countered blows with gauntlet and sword. A sudden headbut made the killer stagger back but he almost immediately recuperated.<br>His face was partially hidden by a black scarf and a hood had been pulled over his head. Hints of blonde hair could be seen.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 00:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was surprised by the assailant's speed and skill.&nbsp; This could not be just any passer-by. He was sent here by someone...but who?&nbsp; She watched Volk struggle with the lithe attacker and decided to jump into the fray only after it became evident that the man in black was more determined and skilled than any regular burglar could possibly be.&nbsp; She prepared herself to attack should there be an opening.&nbsp; As it was, there was no way for her to approach him--there space was very close and Volk was in between them.&nbsp; Her eyes darted back and forth between the two, waiting to spring into action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 23:34:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The killer noticing she was pressing to aid the warrior, decided it was time to fully bail out. He suddenly ducked into a room as he was pushed back. Volk moved quickly but was only a moment to late as the man kicked the door shut. His hand moving to the handle of the door, he opened it but as he entered the room cautiously, he found the man at the window, he glanced back.<br>"You'll fail protector..." he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 19:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the interloper vanished out the window, Luthien tipped her sword back into its sheath. <br><br>"Protector.....hmmm....looks like there are more people who know about us...different faction than the mage we met on the way..."<br><br>"Sorry for not helping out, Volk..." she moved to the window and leaned over the edge, noting he'd headed Easterly.&nbsp; "I suppose that means we need to get out of her quickly and get moving."<br><br>She glanced over at the bed where they'd spent the night and sighed.&nbsp; It would be a while before they had such comfort.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why don't you gather up the supplies, the horse--buy me a horse that will service me for a while, I'm not particular and I am very skilled so any one will do--and meet me at the city gate in an hour?&nbsp; I will slip over to the armorer who, no doubt, will take me of more gold than I would normally allow to part for his wares," she said.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 12:08:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Mercenary was looking out of the window and muttered something quite vulgar.<br>It seemed Volk had picked up quite a few verbal niceties so common among mercs.<br>It took a moment before he became aware of what she had said.<br>He sighed "Fine fine... i'm getting sick and tired of this place anyway" he muttered something about cowardly jumping around as he vented his frustration. He had looked forward to inflicting some pain on the killer.<br>"Though we may get in some trouble with local authorities on this. They'll want to hear the witnesses... of course if we slip of quickly enough..." he didn't finish his sentence as figure stepped in. Outside the shapes of two men could be seen.<br>"I am Sergeant Janus of the City Guard..." the uniformed man said. His tunic was blue and yellow with chainmail underneath. His gloves and boots were brown and he had a helmet with a noseprotector. Attached to his brown belt was a sword and dagger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 18:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien said,"We have nothing to fear from the local authorities.&nbsp; Our room was ransacked by an assailant.&nbsp; Though I have no desire to be questioned by anyone.&nbsp; I'm not sure my memory is stable enough to give any rational answers."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked out the window and weighed the possibilities.&nbsp; The innkeeper had seen the assailant.&nbsp; She knew she could use some suggestive thoughts with the man below though...Perhaps she could do it without Volk noticing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Volk, as much a pain as it might be, I think we should leave through the front door. It couldn't take that long to let the local law know that we just saw someone in the room, fought them off a bit and then they fled....they'd have no reason to take us into custody or anything. The innkeeper can verify our story as well..."<br><br>Luthien turned toward the door and stairs....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 20:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergeant Janus took in the room. "We were called in when we passed by. We saw the corpse and heard the fighting. What happened?" he asked sternly.<br>The expression of the man oozed arrogance and selfconfidence. There was something annoying about his voice too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 01:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien glanced quickly at Volk and turned back to the arrogant man.&nbsp; She could sense that his own self importance would make trouble for them.&nbsp; Delay them.&nbsp; She looked the man directly in the eyes and said,"There is nothing to this.&nbsp; A man in a black cape came into our room and killed this man...We had nothing to do with it."&nbsp; Her hand moved in a generally wave gesture that she hoped looked sort of natural anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>"You need not worry about us.&nbsp; We are of no consequence.&nbsp; Concentrate on the man with the cape." Her voice dropped low and soothing.&nbsp; His eyes were caught in hers as she made her subtle suggestions.<br><br>He nodded, looking slightly confused and looked down at the dead man.&nbsp; "The man with the cape..." he repeated sort of dreamily.<br><br>"We are free to leave..." she suggested to him.<br><br>"You are free to leave..." the man replied without looking up from the dead man.<br><br>"Thank you," she replied nonchalantly, as if she'd simply made a general request. <br><br>"See Volk," she said quietly,"If you ask nicely enough....I suggest we leave anyway...and quickly at that..."&nbsp; She had no idea how she had just done what she had, but she knew she could do it.&nbsp; She also felt it was unlikely to last that long.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 10:10:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk was eying her very wearily and put a hand on her shoulder. "What did you just do?" he asked, his eyes indicating an edge of... caution.<br>Meanwhile the Sergeant was descending the stairs, slowly saying "Free to leave... free to leave...".<br>The two men with him followed confused, exchanging glances. The one on the right finally shrugged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 17:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's heart started pounding in her chest.&nbsp; Oh god...She hadn't meant...<br><br>Her free hand gripped the one Volk had placed on her shoulder.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Volk...I...I didn't know what else to do...I wanted to avoid another physical confrontation...but, I think it won't last long...I don't really know, Volk.&nbsp; I swear, I don't understand everything that's happening inside me.&nbsp; I just...gave him some thoughts...<em>somehow</em>..."<br><br>She knew her explanation for it was weak, but she hoped he would somehow understand. She looked at him, her eyes wide and imploring him,&nbsp; "Please, Volk, we need to leave...now.&nbsp; Get mad at me later if you have to, but come with me and quickly..."&nbsp; <br><br>She dropped her eyes and picked up the few belongings they had left in their room and stuffed them quickly in their bags.&nbsp; When she was done she looked toward Volk who had remained silent and broody looking.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 23:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes shot thunder at her. <br>He looked at her as if she was a wife found in the bed of another man... or worse.<br>But he did take his bag and coolly spoke "we go..." his tone not hiding his displeasure in the least.<br>"Now...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 00:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was relieved he would at least stay with her.&nbsp; She felt horrible.&nbsp; She had known hiding magic from him would be wrong, but what was she to do now?&nbsp; <br><br>They moved silently but quickly, paying their tab and leaving a hefty tip for the innkeeper's wife.&nbsp; Luthien answered her questions with a bit more mental persuasion that Volk seemed to not notice.&nbsp; She felt shame, and disgust with herself, but the trick had worked.&nbsp; It had gotten them out of a tight situation.<br><br>"I'll run ahead to the leather works...it's over that direction," She said, meeting his eyes with hers full of questions,"Meet me there with the horses."&nbsp; She pressed enough gold against his hand to pay for a fine horse for herself.&nbsp; She whispered a short "Volk...I'm...sorry.." as she backed away from him and headed toward the shop.<br><br>It didn't take long for her to find what she needed, and, lucky for her, it only took a few minutes to fit the parts that were too large.&nbsp; The leather just needed some trimming and she was done.&nbsp; She felt more protected than she had in a long time.&nbsp; She stepped out the door and waited for Volk to appear, unconsciously drawing in a deep, deep breath, not letting it out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 22:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk doomed up but his face still stood set on 'thunder and lightning'.<br>He held bags and looked around before turning his icy gaze towards her.<br>"Ready?" he said, perhaps a bit snappier than he had wanted.<br>He was unsure what to think of her. She was clearly some kind of witch or enchantress.<br>He hated that kind of magic-users.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 19:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded her readiness. She felt like a wall had thudded down heavily between them. <br><br>"What type of horse did you find for me, Volk?" she asked, trying to sound light.&nbsp; "I hope you got a decent deal.&nbsp; Some people can tell when you need something in a hurry and charge accordingly."<br><br>She hoped by simply talking and being herself, he'd learn she wasn't any different than she had been last night.&nbsp; He seemed to like her well enough then, when she was naked and fucking him wildly.&nbsp; Nothing had changed, and she was confused as to why he would hold such hatred for even the smallest bit f magic.&nbsp; She felt a tingle in her stomach, though, that warned her she wasn't someone who held just a tiny bit of magic.&nbsp; She pushed it away, for at the moment all that mattered was that Volk not hate her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 23:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's with my good old warhorse" he said with a hint of affection for his own mount.<br>"Snowflake. A cliché but fitting name for a horse white as snow" he said.<br>He beckoned her casually to follow him. "She's eating at the moment".<br>His expression remained sour and his tone a bit... unusual but he wasn't unfriendly either. More like... 'distant'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 23:30:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Snowflake?" Luthien asked, a grin crossing her face.&nbsp; "Are you serious?"&nbsp; She thought it was hysterical actually.&nbsp; <br><br>"I hope she's half a good a ride as yours...and I'll be fine," she said, complimenting his excellent steed.<br><br>She followed him with a good deal of unease, though.&nbsp; He was even further away from her than he had been when they had met.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, we should be off as soon as possible, though.&nbsp; Do you think we'll get far before nightfall?"&nbsp; she asked.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 23:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure" he said. "Depends on our speed and the route we take. But who knows... maybe we'll pop over by magic" he said wryly.<br>"Here she is" he said suddenly patting the fair horse on the side of the neck. The animal continued to drink for a moment before rising up it's head and turning to look at her.<br>"Well? Is she good enough?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 16:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien bit back on her own sarcastic retort to Volk.&nbsp; She looked away for a moment to hide her own annoyance at his jibe and then turned her attention to the horse.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien walked up to the horse and blew her nose into her nostrils to greet her.&nbsp; The horse appreciated the gesture and blew back.&nbsp; They repeated the animal greeting until Luthien felt the horse was comfortable with her.&nbsp; She moved slowly around the horse feeling the sinewy muscles and checking out her legs.<br><br>"She's perfect, Volk," Luthien finally said, softly.&nbsp; <br><br>They set about the work of getting the packs on the horses and saddling them for their journey.&nbsp; Luthien felt uneasy and depressed, given that the night before seemed to have no impact on Volk.&nbsp; That the one moment of magic she had squandered for their safety had erased from him the impression of days and hours before.&nbsp; She wondered what could have happened to him that he hated magic so thoroughly.&nbsp; <br><br>They headed out through the gates of the town and toward the north.&nbsp; The packet of parchment attached to her thigh seemed to weigh more heavy than the gold.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 20:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she had tended to her horse, he had brushed against her back, hooking an arm around her waist. He had helped her up gently afterwards but his expression had remained distant and displeased regardlessly.<br>As they travelled in silence, the mercenary focussed on the road and the scenery unfolding before them.<br>His mood had remained dark it seemed. His polished armor flickered in the sunlight.<br>"In a day or three we'll be in the High North... Most unpleasant region" he said abruptly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 22:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien felt Volk's arm around her waist, needlessly helping her into her saddle, but she didn't fight him or correct him.&nbsp; She craved the warmth of his body and was slightly disappointed in the whole notion that she would not be riding behind him again, pressing her body close to his.&nbsp; She made herself comfortable in the saddle and spoke soothingly to her new horse.&nbsp; Perfectly chosen.&nbsp; Volk had good taste in horseflesh.<br><br>She glanced at him briefly before saying,"I feel it is unpleasant business we are on..." <br><br>A loud buzzing sound convinced Luthien some huge bug was flying straight at her and she ducked as if to avoid something.&nbsp; After a moment she realized it was in her head, her ears alone.&nbsp; She shook her head trying to clear the annoying buzz.&nbsp; Her eyes watered with the pain as she fought to focus on the road ahead.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She closed her eyes momentarily to chase away a pang in her head.&nbsp; "Volk, I don't suppose you purchased any medics while you were getting provisions?&nbsp; My head is aching something awful."&nbsp; She kept her voice light, betraying the new agony she was feeling.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was something like this again.&nbsp; Her stomach lurched and she jumped off her horse, launched herself off the side of the road and threw up in the bushes beyond.&nbsp; She threw up until there as nothing left but dry heaves coursing through her.&nbsp; She finally sat back on her haunches, her eyes closed gasping for air.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 23:47:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What kind of medicine?" Volk asked.<br>But the nauseaus beauty rushed of with surprising speed.<br>The sounds he heard were less than pleasant.<br>"You alright?" he asked hesitantly, unsure wether she heard him.<br>He slowly dismounted from his horse and approached her as she seemed 'phased out'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 23:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard Volk coming up from behind and held up her hand to stay his approach.&nbsp; She didn't really want him to see her like this, red-faced and still stinking surely.&nbsp; <br><br>"Could you just hand me a pouch of water, please," she said not turning around.&nbsp; She waited on her knees, catching her breath until he handed her the canteen she'd had slung over her saddle.&nbsp; She drank from it and swished out her mouth.&nbsp; After a few minutes she got up and turned around, still slightly red in the face, but glad nothing had splashed on her or her clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at Volk calmly and said, "My headaches are....changing.&nbsp; I don't know what's happening to me.&nbsp; I've had memories leaking in at odd moments, but not everything is in place yet." <br><br>She looked back at the horses and to Volk,"I'm sorry.&nbsp; We don't need any delays...I'll be okay."&nbsp; She brushed past him and back to her horse, she nimbly mounted with an ease and lightness that only elves display and waited quietly for Volk to do the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 22:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps we should go see a Cleric or Priest for healing" he stated as he followed her.<br>As she mounted her horse, she found his hand on her leg and the other on her saddle.<br>He was looking up at her.<br>"If you are ill it may be best to stop our journey... if you drop out halfway..." he began.<br>His gaze was fixed on her face. She was quite the beauty in his opinion. He found it amusing how the tips of her ears were inevitably not covered by her long hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 23:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien closed her eyes briefly and placed her hand on top of his.&nbsp; But, she shook her head and said,"We need to continue.&nbsp; And," she turned her face away from him and added,&nbsp; "I have this ..... Sense... That if I...refrain from using any magic I shall do better."<br><br>The last thing she wanted to do was remind him she was magical, but the headaches seemed linked to her using it.&nbsp; She had done something complicated in town she hardly understood herself.&nbsp; Her head was just responding to the exertion.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 10:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmpf..." he grunted annoyed "...Magic...".<br>His hand gently rubbed her bare upper leg. <br>The attire she wore was quite sturdy. Reinforced leather which protected all the key areas of her body. Here and there some additional chainmail had been integrated for extra protection.<br>"Very well we'll move onwards" he said "And we'll set up camp sooner" he stated.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 18:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien turned back to him and smiled apologetically.&nbsp; His warm hand on her upper leg was calm and comforting in spite of his obvious annoyance.&nbsp; <br><br>"Okay..let's get a move on then," she said.&nbsp; "I'm sure I'm actually quite sturdy, Volk.&nbsp; &nbsp;All this headache nonsense and passing out--it's not something I normally do on a daily basis.&nbsp; It's just since the attack..."<br><br>She spoke knowing only part of her own history, but little figments kept flitting into her brain.&nbsp; And now, she knew for certain that her father would be entirely displeased with her current choice of companion.&nbsp; <br><br>They road northward in companionable enough silence, though Luthien was aware that there was danger in the air and lurking around every bend in the path ahead.&nbsp; She kept having the feeling of being watched, and turned around frequently to see if they were being followed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 11:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed they were followed but eventhough Volk was an attentive and caution man, he could not seemingly detect anything. But eyes were upon them.<br>Volk halted near a waterfall. "We can bath and drink here" he said pointing casually.<br>He jumped of. "We should reach the next city soon" he said "If we took a detour we could've stayed at one of the villages but it would have slowed us down. Besides i do not wish to squander our money" he said grumpily.<br>"I'll gather wood, you set things up" he stated. "Make sure you get a lot of rest. You look pale" he stated. He aided her of Snowflake and as he held her, he didn't let go immediately. He allowed his lips to 'accidentally' brush against her eartip, his gaze having a devious flicker as if mildly or subtly apologizing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 16:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien could not fail to notice the light touch on her ear.&nbsp; She glanced up briefly at Volk with a smile in return, meeting his brief gaze.&nbsp; Perhaps things would be allright after all. <br><br>She set up the small cooking tripod he had purchased and hung the small pot on it.&nbsp; She rummaged through the provisions and put together the start to a simple stew.&nbsp; &nbsp;After gathering a bit of water at the river, all they needed was the fire to start the cooking.<br><br>She arranged their sleeping items side by side, hoping that he would be okay with that.&nbsp; She didn't want much distance between them, if any.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 12:04:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a small nearby lake, ideal for freshening up. And soon camp had been set up.<br>Volk was still nearby, taking branches of wood and piling them up occassionalyl near what would become the campfire.<br>When suddenly he doomed up behind her, he simply pulled her back, allowing her to lean back onto his arm and as if to make up for his sour mood, gave her a long deep kiss. He didn't say anything else though.<br>She could easily suspect he was the kind of man who was not good at verbal apologies, being proud and strong. A very classic male with all it's up- and downsides. He returned to work though, litting the first fire.<br>"I'll go get more wood to pile up as the reserves are still questionable" he said as he looked at the pile.<br>"Keep an eye on the fire if i stay away a bit too long and feel free to freshen up. Just don't wander away too far" he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 23:23:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien felt relief flow through her as Volk kissed her deeply.&nbsp; His taciturn silence had worn thin, and she recognized his inability to say anything.&nbsp; He was a man of action and, at least, this action had been pleasant and conciliatory.&nbsp; She felt like he had apologized for being such a dork about the magic, and went happily about stoking the fire and beginning a meal.&nbsp; Once she'd put together a simple stew and placed it over the fire to cook, she moved to the water and quickly freshened herself up.&nbsp; She didn't drop all of her clothes to go swimming, as much as she would have liked to.&nbsp; She had just had a bath in the inn, and she felt on edge here.&nbsp; No particular reason why that should be, but she felt sort of odd, like something was in the air.<br><br>She had the pot over the fire and everything organized for their brief stay here, and yet, there was no sign of Volk.&nbsp; She figured he was having a bit harder time finding would than he expected.&nbsp; She sat down on her bottom, legs criss-crossed over each other so that she could relax and meditate a bit.&nbsp; There was something niggling at hte back of her mind, and she decided it was a good time to try to figure out what it was.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was an odd sense to the area, and felt there was something in her memory that kept flicking into view and disappearing out of sight before she had a chance to focus on it.&nbsp; It was very annoying.&nbsp; Maybe with a few free minutes she could capture it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 00:03:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk returned with a huge pile of wood and put it down near the fire.<br>He too felt watched.<br>"Hmmm be careful my dear. I feel... odd... watched" he frowned. "Stay here... <em>love</em>" he stated.<br>The last word softly. He took his helmet and shield. "..." he frowned.<br>While in the forest he had sensed it too. Perhaps a predator of sorts?<br>Finally Volk moved of again "I still need to get a bit... stay here and be careful" he told her.<br>The fire was important and he moved cautious.<br>Still, the one watching them knew her way about stealth as good if not more than he.<br>She had to be careful though, mistakes could easily mess all up... .<br>The question was... who had priority.<br>The male she desired to play with after all this time or... her target.<br>She grinned. First the cute female.<br>Than Volk would suffer her touch.<br>The Drow had painted her hair red, in defiance of her banishment and wore red attire.<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/Drow_Spellcast_by_Cyzra.jpg)<br><br>The crimsonclad Drow left little to the imagination with her exotic and erotic garments. Silently she moved towards Luthien as Volk had moved of quite a bit. A small fire sprite she had summoned had guided him away... the thing would fade but only after misguiding him for quite a time.<br>Confidently she walked towards Luthien. <br>Suddenly she rose her hands in the air and the darkskinned beauty summoned her arcane magics... Luthien sat back to her and at this moment 'sensed' something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 17:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien didn't like the look in Volk's eyes as he headed off back into the woods.&nbsp; He seemed almost bemused.&nbsp; Still, the way he said "love" had her thinking warm and fuzzy thought about his return.&nbsp; After he had disappeared to her site, Luthien stirred the pot and resumed her private meditation.<br><br>She sensed someone or something behind her.&nbsp; She also felt the gathering of magic..not the she could explain this knowledge to herself.&nbsp; Without turning around, she moved her arm slowly to the hilt of her sword and opened and closed her left hand several times.&nbsp; She said,"Who are you want what do you want?" as she stood up and spun around to face the unknown assailant.&nbsp; Her left hand glowed with purple light that grew larger, a powerful shield against the magic she felt brewing.<br><br>When she saw the creature standing across from her, she had a piercing pain in her head, however.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for a mere second to counteract the sharpness in her brain as various bits of knowledge flooded back into her brain.&nbsp; Even though her eyes were still closed to the onslaught, she knew that the creature before her was a Drow and that she would be a dangerous force to reckon with.&nbsp; Other bits of memories filtered in, and she&nbsp; cursed at the timing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 19:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked odd. Her red attire and dyed red hair was not conform with normality. But than lone Drows on the surface were beyond rare.<br>It all added to the strangeness of it all. Her hands glowed and she unleashed a blast of magical energy from long and elegant hands. The beautiful exotic face distorted by a wicked grin.<br>There was vicious intent in her eyes as the magical blast was one to induce paralysis if succesful.<br>It blasted into her magical shield though. The woman nodded lightly.<br>"Not bad. You have skills in the art... but given your use of the blade... hmmm you must be a Spellblade. Part warrior, part mage... or sorceress? Either way... you are out of your league" she said with an cruel but erotic feminine voice. It held maturity, intellect but also a cruel edge.<br>"Here... can you deal with this?" the Sorceress grinned. Where Mages gained their powers from study, she had innate talents due to her bloodline. She was a Sorceres... but one that had studied well and mastered her powers to the utmost. A puddle appeared at Luthien's feet that seemed to glue her in her place.<br>The beautiful Sorceress did not wish for her to close the gap. "You're a defiant one. I can see now why the Circle fears you... and Volk admires you. But you're far from complete...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 20:16:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Circle?&nbsp; How did she know Volk?&nbsp; Luthien was suddenly confused and off guard.&nbsp; This creature shouldn't be here.&nbsp; She knew that and even understood at some deep level there was some magic she knew to deal with her.&nbsp; But there were so many huge gaps in her mind.&nbsp; Indeed, the Drow was correct.&nbsp; She was not complete.&nbsp; Still she could do some magic to protect herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien said,"What do you want with me?&nbsp; Why are you here?" and as she spoke, the purple light of her shield morphed and she instinctively tossed a ball of it toward the Drow. The ball expanded into a large web shaped net that flew over and above the drow with alarming speed.&nbsp; Luthien concentrated on her feet, but they were stuck to the ground.&nbsp; She shot a finger of purple light toward the flow the held her and managed to get one foot unstuck.&nbsp; The other remained firmly attached to the ground.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 20:18:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Secrets... your secrets" was all she said.<br>The beautiful Drow used 'Dispell' to counter her attack and did so just in time before she'd be stuck in a magical web. Her ruby gaze locked onto her and she fired a gust of diverse colored beams at her. The rainbow-like light had a desorienting effect that might even knock her out... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 20:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien instinctively ducked even though she knew it would do her no good.&nbsp; She raised her magic shield to block the dancing colors coming her way.&nbsp; Small streaks shot through her shield and she began to feel confused and muddled.&nbsp; What was going on.&nbsp; She stomped with her free foot and a bolt of purple light shot out in all directions, making the ground ripple around her in concentric circles, reaching even the Drow.&nbsp; Luthien watched the ripples in amazement.&nbsp; How did she do that?<br><br>"Secrets?&nbsp; I don't have any secrets!" she yelled...she hardly could remember who she was or where she was going.&nbsp; What secrets could she reveal?&nbsp; Her head ache and she was losing focus.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 21:48:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman elegantly moved back.<br>"My my... not bad. Not bad at all. I shall enjoy making you squirm" she stated. She wetted her lips.<br>A man had a grip and delivered a tool, a woman could never have. The embrace of one like Volk felt warm and protective. But there was something about the female touch and it's subtleties that appealed to her too.<br>Men were crude and powerful... but women could be so much more esthetical pleasing.<br>And he did love to make one like Luthien squirm.<br>Suddnely she unleashed another spell and vines shot upward, growing on the spot and trying to restrain her... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 22:24:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien felt the tendrils creep up her body faster than she thought possible.&nbsp; Her wrists were wrapped and her fingers splayed open, her sword dropped to the ground and she felt a certain defeat.&nbsp; Humiliation as well.&nbsp; Luthien was certain that deep within her somewhere, this type of defeat should not have happened.&nbsp; She was more capable than she had shown, but she couldn't remember the details.&nbsp; She pulled at the vines, but they had her wrapped at the ankles, waist and wrists.&nbsp; <br><br>There was nothing she could do for the moment, so she simply repeated, more quietly this time,"I have no secrets to share with you, Drow."&nbsp; The last word came out with intended harshness, for she knew no love for those creatures.&nbsp; Of that she was certain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 21:47:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that so..." the Drow said as she knelt next to her. Luthien was held tightly down onto her back.<br>Slowly the Drow's hands began to undot Luthien's attire.<br>She could see her wet her lips. She was enjoying this. "I take it you and Volk have fucked?" she said rudely, there was a hint of venom in her tone.<br>Her cold ruby gaze fell on Luthien's face as one by one belts, buckles and clothing were taken or ripped of... piece by piece the dexterous and slender hands unbared the beautiful Luthien.<br>And Volk was nowhere to be seen...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 21:47:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien pressed against her bindings.&nbsp; Damn, they were on tight.<br><br>"Fucked Volk?" She asked.&nbsp; "How do you know Volk?"<br><br>Luthien was confused.&nbsp; "Who are you?&nbsp; What do you want?"<br><br>She asked all these questions as the woman removed her clothing.&nbsp; She was naked soon enough, and Luthien twisted futilely against her bonds.&nbsp; &nbsp;She arched her back and pulled at her legs and arms.&nbsp; There was nothing she could do.&nbsp; She twisted her head to see if she could see Volk, but he was still far away.<br><br>She forced herself to calm down and eyed the Drow suspiciously.&nbsp; "Well...woman...what fo you want from me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 09:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh i know Volk alright." she wetted her lips at the memory of a bloody and chaotic night.<br>Her ruby gaze moved towards her as she began to finally remove her boots one by one. <br>Volk had a thing for boots and the female foot. Quite naughty. She wondered if this Luthien had enjoyed the same foreplay as she had. Her gaze moved over her body. Clearly Volk liked his women feisty and curved. <br>She noticed that Luthien bore the scars and bruises of battle. Her physique indicated a degree of martial training. A tough girl... though her behaviour seemed not that of a controlled soldier.<br>so it was true? She had magically induced amnesia?<br>She cast asside her boots and slid the tip of her tongue across her restrained lower legs. Ignoring Luthien's questions she walked to her side, her long slender hand sliding across her right inner leg.<br>Luthien was turned over suddenly and bend forward. Her feet touching the ground. <br>Suddenly the Spellsword was slapped on the behind by the Drow. <br>"I want to know all you know about both the Prophecy and the Blood Ruby of Arcane Might.<br>Another slap came on her behind, harder than the first.<br>The situation was simply humiliating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 05:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien flushed with anger and a degree of embarrassment.&nbsp; <br><br>"So you're the reason Volk doesn't care for magic..." she ventured, refusing to answer.&nbsp; In spite of the fact she wasn't really happy about the situation she was in, it wasn't all that unbearable.&nbsp; She wiggled her ass and said, "If you want information out of me, you better do something that I don't like so much."<br><br>She closed her eyes as she spoke and sent a spell toward Volk, calling him to her.&nbsp; It had come to her from nowhere, so she hoped it would reach him through the woods.&nbsp; She was in a pretty precarious position, and she did not like it one bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 20:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"HAH! Seems you know very little of your compagnion. Good... it means you're most likely a throw-away doll" the beautiful Drow Sorceress said as she slapped thrice more. <br>She grinned suddenly and Luthien could feel the vines run across her body in a teasing caress.<br>An evil flicker came onto her ruby gaze.<br><br>Volk muttered as he looked around, holding his sword firmly.<br>"Where did it go?" he said.<br>The little light had simply dissapeared.<br>It was then suddenly he 'felt' something mentally.<br>"Luthien?" he whispered, looking back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 07:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If he threw you away, I can see it was because of your bad manners..."Luthien grunted as she pulled against the vines.&nbsp; Their teasing did little for her other than annoy her.&nbsp; "I know Volk as well as anyone, I'd wager.."<br><br>Luthien groaned as the Drow slapped her bottom again,&nbsp; "I mean it bitch...you might just turn me on with all this spanking...I'm likely to get overly excited and forget everything in my little brain...:<br><br>She wondered where the hell Volk had gotten himself to.&nbsp; Was he lost? Had the Drow attacked him first?&nbsp; She hoped he was okay.&nbsp; And she hoped he'd show up and get this bitch under control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 08:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow beauty smirked.<br>"Turn you on? What a niiiiice... idea" she said as she slapped Luthien's behind again and again.<br>The vines increased their caresses. One of them furtively passing somewhere, one was not allowed to go.<br>The darkskinned Sorceress suddenly pulled at Luthien's hair and than bit her shoulder.<br>"Purr for me human..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien let out a low growl, more canine than feline.&nbsp; "I'm not a human, you stupid bitch..." <br>As the vines moved across her body, Luthien couldn't help but feel a certain pleasure from them, especially when one ventured into her sex.&nbsp; Her mind worked at odds with her body.&nbsp; At least the Drow was beautiful.&nbsp; She could have been some other creature all together.<br><br>She took a deep intake of breath as the Drow bit her shoulder.&nbsp; Damn...Luthien's body was enjoying this all too much, she felt the familiar warm desire flooding through her in spite of the situation she was in, or the fact that it was a woman doing this to her.&nbsp; She'd never been with a woman before, of that she was certain.&nbsp; <br><br>Again she sent a silent plea to Volk.&nbsp; It was weaker this time...almost as though she wanted to see what would happen with this Drow first. It could be sort of fun. <br><br>"Okay...Drow, what do you want of me..."Luthien finally asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow Sorceress smirked and gently caressed her cheek. Suddenly she pushed up Luthien's chin and locked lips with her. The woman was surprisingly good. Well... perhaps not quite that surprisingly.<br>"Hmm not bad" she smirked "Cooperate and i won't hurt you..." she said. "Volk is of for quite a while and if he returns... well i can handle him" she said. "Who knows... he might play a peeping tom" she suddenly began to slowly unlace her crimson dress. "Look woman... and admit that you like the sight...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cooperate? " Luthien asked as the woman unlaced her dress.&nbsp; <br><br>The idea of Volk watching her with this woman sent a shiver of humiliation and excitement coursing through Luthien.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how Volk would react, but she imagined he would be like most men and enjoy the imagery at a base level.<br><br>Luthien saw now way out of it, so she decided to cooperate.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are....quite beautiful in an evil sort of way..."&nbsp; Luthien said, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 23:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow Sorceress's robes had fallen and now she slowly removed her crimson boots. She lifted up her leg and showed Luthien her long slender foot. "Kiss it... just like Volk used to do" she said with a small evil grin.<br>"A halfbreed must know her place..." she said amused at Luthien's predicament. The vines though loosened, allowing her far more movent so the two could 'play'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 00:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What is it with you two and feet?" she asked, playfully.&nbsp; Volk had driven her nearly crazy with his touch.&nbsp; Luthien leaned forward and kissed the top of her foot as ordered and then, remembering what it felt like with Volk, she moved her mouth to cover the other woman's big toe, her tongue circling around it's entire surface and then she sucked with gentle pressure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 10:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow's gaze flinched. It annoyed her immensely that this 'common Spellblade' had slept with her slave.<br>She smiled as the woman suckled though and pulled back her foot.<br>Cupping Luthien's cheeks, she forced her into another passionate kiss.<br>Her ruby lips delivering improper bliss upon Luthien. When the Drow finally broke the exchange, she was grinning wickedly again. "So... you like pain?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 17:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pain?" Luthien repeated.&nbsp; She figured it didn't matter whether she said yes or not...the woman was very likely to inflict a good deal on her regardless.<br><br>"Just remember, Drow, what goes around comes around...I'll eventually have you tied down--and you'll receive what you dish out in full measure..."<br><br>Luthien licked her lips and smiled wickedly back at the woman, "Your lips were pretty nice, how about another kissy?"<br><br>Luthien wasn't exactly sure where her resolve had come in, but she was certain she wasn't used to women giving her orders.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 18:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bold words for a wannabe" the Drow said as she slapped Luthien with the back of her hand.<br>As soon as Luthien's head turned back to face her she got a second slap.<br>"Now... shall we do this the easy way... or the hard way?". She pushed her head down, towards her gender.<br>Her hands despite their elegance were surprisingly strong as they held her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 18:34:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien could hardly believe what this woman wanted from her.&nbsp; As Luthien's head was pushed toward the other woman's sex, she had little choice but to do as the woman asked.&nbsp; She knew of course what it felt like to have a tongue against her, and decided the better course of action would be to pleasure the woman.&nbsp; It would not be entirely awful, after all.&nbsp; Giving the woman what she wanted was more likely better than fighting.<br><br>She leaned into the woman and took her clit between her teeth, gently, pulling and tugging a little before placing her tongue fully against it.&nbsp; "If you gave me use of my hands, I could pleasure you more than just with my tongue..." Luthien said, suggestively.&nbsp; Surely her hand and fist were possibly even smaller than Volk's erect cock.&nbsp; She didn't wait for a response but continued lapping at the other woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 19:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman almost purred in delight.<br>"Very well... but don't try anything... or i'll need to 'cut' that flawless skin of yours my little 'pet'" she said matter of factly. Slowly the vines slid away from her wrists but her ankles remained restrained for now.<br>"Proceed... NOW!!!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 19:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien stretched her arms and felt a sudden relief.&nbsp; She wouldn't try anything right away, but being half free was progress.&nbsp; She cupped her hand and began to work her way into the Drow's wet sex.&nbsp; At least she was doing this right.&nbsp; She slipped her wrist into the woman and twisted, filling her up like a cock with her hand.&nbsp; Her tongue continued to lap at her clit with an intensity Luthien new would send the woman into a climax soon enough.&nbsp; She pumped her hand in and out of the Drow's sex as she worked.<br><br>A little tingle of her own surprised Luthien.&nbsp; She wasn't finding this as odious as she thought she might.&nbsp; She wondered where Volk was...perhaps he was watching in amusement...enjoying the scene. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 00:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk was indeed watching, having found his way back quite soon.<br>He knelt at the treeline, unseen or so he thought. He was unsure of what to make of this.<br>Though greyish skin and crimson robes and red dyed hair had easily betrayed the Drow's identity... .<br>He swallowed and was pondering what to do next. Intervene? Wait? What would he say or do? Especially given the woman's identity and their past.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 00:14:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien redoubled her efforts, working fast and hard at the Drow's clit, unrelenting to bring her off.&nbsp; She brought up a bit of magic and her hand inside glowed with some extra warmth, giving the Drow a little something surprising inside her already hot cunt.<br><br>Luthien was physically excited now.&nbsp; She hated to admit it even to herself, but the Drow bitch was beautiful.&nbsp; Given the circumstances, Luthien was feeling lucky that she was given this particular task to perform rather than being tortured or something.&nbsp; The only thing that would make her happy would be to have Volk step up behind her and start fucking her.&nbsp; That was entirely unlikely in the circumstances.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 23:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow Sorceress smirked as she could see well in the dark.<br>"Well well well... the old rascal is watching" she said.<br>She glanced down at Luthien. "Faster" she hissed "Put that tongue to work..." suddenly she groaned, almost loosing control of her own two legs. She had to admit the woman was good at this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:12:12</strong>
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				Luthien raised her head briefly as the Drow informed her of Volk's voyeurism, looked around briefly but did not see Volk anywhere.&nbsp; The bitch forced her back to work and Luthien set to with a vengeance, her tongue lashing at the woman's clit, nipping at her with her teeth.&nbsp; The faster she came, the sooner Luthien could be done.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 11:12:22</strong>
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				The drow almost purred.<br>"You are quite proficient at this woman. I might keep you as a slave if you're fortunate" suddenly she groaned as orgasm came to her.<br>"I am pleased. Therefore i shall avoid... inflicting 'too much' pain on your delicate skin" suddenly one of the vines gave a whipping lash on her right buttcheek.<br>"Now... do tell me what i need to know..." two vines began to whip Luthien's behind while more vines began to tickle her gentle skin. One singular vine slid somewhere most private to add to the mixture of overstimulation...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 22:23:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien laughed to herself...slave indeed.<br><br>As the vines began to slap her on the behind and one formed a living writhing dildo of sorts, Luthien laughed aloud.&nbsp; "If you truly think this will induce me to speak, you are deranged, woman.&nbsp; I'm enjoying this all too much..." Luthien growled.&nbsp; She kept looking up to see if she could find VOlk in the bushes, but her eyes were not quite as fine tuned as the Drow's.<br><br>"Besides, I have nothing to tell...My knowledge of my own quest is...a mystery to me..." Luthien said, knowing that her honesty could probably be detected via the Drow's magic.&nbsp; She was sort of getting into the scene with the other woman.&nbsp; Not her first choice, but the creature had an interesting way of using her vines to be sure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 22:35:03</strong>
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				"You assume this IS the way" she said as she placed her darkskinned hands on the sides of her head. The red gloves already long taken of.<br>Her skin was soft and cool to the touch.<br>"The distraction is all i need to..." she closed her ruby eyes and Luthien felt lightheaded. The stimulation continued though... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 22:49:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien didn't like what the Drow was doing to her head.&nbsp; She put up a simple wall around her brain.&nbsp; It's the only way she could understand it herself, but a thin magical shield slipped into place, without Luthien quite understanding herself how she did it, but she felt a surge of knowledge creep into her yet again. "Oh...no you don't...you're already fucking with my body, you can't mess with my mind.." Luthien panted with the effort it was taking for her to talk and work the magic at the same time.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 23:09:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the Drow persisted, her hold on her head increasing, she could feel the sharp nails dig lightly into her skin.<br>Volk was approaching slowly, unseen by either having moved away. The fun was over... he was well aware of what the redhaired Drow could do and he had no intention of being caught. He had to move slow and wait for the right time to strike.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 23:15:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien found herself locked in a mental battle, the vines were distracting her with their whipping and pulsating.&nbsp; She pushed with her mind to keep the Drow out.&nbsp; There wasn't anything she could tell her anyway, but Luthien realized there were maybe things inside her that the Drow could get to that even Luthien didn't remember yet. That was not going to happen.&nbsp; Luthien closed her eyes and used the little bit of freedom of movement she could to struggle against the drow.<br><br>A purple haze began to form around Luthien's head, a darker purple seemed to grasp at the woman's hands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 23:33:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk stopped, crouching nearby. <br>Slowly his grip tightened as he held his sword.<br>He swallowed and the veteran warrior tensed. The redhead was entirely absorbed and would be easy pickings. <br>But he flinched. Did he want to harm her? Kill her? It might be necessary... .<br>He had known her well... once. Even if it was a very long time ago.<br>Not to mention if he let her continue a bit longer... perhaps they'd all find out what was going on?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 23:43:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien let her instincts take over as she fought back against the pain in her head.&nbsp; She didn't want anyone reading her mind....the purple grew into a larger and larger haze and slowly started to engulf both women.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 00:36:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk froze at the sight. His grip loosened somewhat again.<br>What was going on. Both women seemed frozen... paralyzed and made no noise. Magical energy sparked from the Drow's hands though and the vegetative bondage had stopped moving... .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 19:23:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien couldn't hold on much longer.&nbsp; The Drow as strong and countering her effectively.&nbsp; She felt the vine slip out of her though, and thought perhaps she might be getting the upper edge.<br><br>But then shooting pain in her head again.&nbsp; "NO.." She yelled as the familiar stabbing hit her like a knife between the eyes and all through her school.&nbsp; She fought to remain conscious, to not lose it.&nbsp; Images started to fill her mind.&nbsp; Glimpses, like paintings on a wall.&nbsp; Worse still, was the knowledge that she was transmitting the images directly to the Drow. With some commentary from her mind with it.&nbsp; The pain had broken her the wall between them and she felt like an open book.<br><br>Even as floods of memories flew back into her awareness, she lost her grip on reality.&nbsp; She recognized some images and not others.&nbsp; Was what she seeing real? Premonition? or Memory?&nbsp; It confused her completely.&nbsp; <br><br><em>A man, Elvin and she dancing with large smiles on their faces.&nbsp; The memory of her love for him flooded her with warmth.&nbsp; An image of them making love under a tree in the sunshine...her happiness with him.</em><br><br><em>The sky in the image is dark, dark clouds moving quickly across a lightning filled sky.&nbsp; IT is clearly a magicked sky, though.&nbsp; THe colors are all wrong and there is a loud buzzing sound.&nbsp; A cracking sound. She is on her horse, feeling something.&nbsp; She turns around to look behind her and the mountain, once covered with snow and ice has melted clear and is erupting, spewing forth massive amounts of ash and steam and fire and smoke...it fills her lungs even as she runs trying desperately to outrace it.&nbsp; She turns back to the direction she had been heading...Ahead of her is Volk, he too turns and is watching the explosion behind her.&nbsp; He yells for her to hurry up follow...but the smoke is already at her lungs and she coughs knowing it is too late...</em><br><em><br>Another image of the same elf...Glefyd...yes...that's him.&nbsp; They are making love in a dark space, quickly and quietly, hiding themselves from someone or something.&nbsp; Glefyd and Luthien promise undying love for each other.&nbsp; Their hands sport matching rings.</em><br><br><em>A darkened sky.&nbsp; The world she has known is destroyed.&nbsp; She is walking aimlessly, looking for anyone.&nbsp; She sees Volks horse, dead on its side.&nbsp; Underneath it, Volk is squashed practically.&nbsp; His eyes stare straight up into the ash-laden sky.</em><br><br><em>Glefyd is in front of her sword in hand.&nbsp; His face is twisted in murderous rage.&nbsp; She reaches forward with her own sword and stabs him hard in the side, he falls.&nbsp; Luthien backs away and begins to run.&nbsp; She turns back and there is the inn where Volk had found her unconscious.&nbsp; She sees Glefyd his hand against his side and then looking at the blood on his hand, a look of&nbsp; despair on his face. </em><br><br>The images overcome Luthien and she falls into a darkness. <br><br>The drow collected each image, eating them up with her magic.&nbsp; She delighted in the obvious turn of events.&nbsp; She didn't understand yet all she had seen, but it was clear this little Elf was capable of the cruelest of betrayals.&nbsp; What was that elf's name?&nbsp; Glefyd...poor man to trust such a beautiful creature.&nbsp; She turned Luthien face up and on her back, reapplying the vines so that the little elf couldn't move.&nbsp; She leaned forward and bit each nipple and fingered her pointy little ears.&nbsp; "Sweet dreams...princesssssss." She hissed into Luthien's ears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 22:15:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright that's enough my dear" came a low masculine voice. Cold steel glimmered against the soft darkgrey skin of her neck.<br>"I don't want to hurt you but the game has gone on long enough. Release her and tell me why you're here and what you just did to Luthien" the old warrior said coolly.<br>The full moon glimmered with beautiful effect on his polished sword.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 18:52:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa lifted her hands away from Luthien and showed Volk they were empty.<br><br>"Volk...it has been a while....You and an elf?&nbsp; I never thought I'd see the day you'd dirty your sweet cock with the likes of her," she said turning to face him as much as she could given the fact she was on her knees with a sword to her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wouldn't be so quick to release this traitorous little bitch, if I were you," she said, her hands still up in the air.&nbsp; "As for what I did to her, well..I'd be happy to tell you about our little experience her if you'd drop your sword.&nbsp; Come on Volk...I'm completely naked,on my knees.&nbsp; What kind of threat can I be to you?"&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 20:06:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know my past experiences with mages. And i'm certainly no fool. Common sense told me to cut of your head. If not for our past i would have... Nwo don't try anything or i WILL strike" he said. "You still have a dirty mouth my fiery demoness" he said "Now leave Luthien be..." he added. His gaze only for a moment turning to his lover than back to the redhaired Drow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 20:14:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his eyes drop to Luthien's naked body so splendidly on display, Sarissa moves her wrist quickly and deftly shoots a fireball directly at Volk.&nbsp; &nbsp;She rolls away from her current position and jumps into a standing position facing Volk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 20:47:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The small ball of fire was only just dodged and he rose up his shield.<br>"Don't make me hurt you my little demoness..." he said.<br>"You know i'm not too fond of harming women... even if they're a bitch like you" he said as he moved quickly towards her. Distance was the key...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 06:10:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't make you hurt me...Oh yes...Volk the gallant.&nbsp; Volk the chivalrous.&nbsp; Well, deary, you're going to have to hurt me to keep yourself from becoming my play toy again..."Sarissa said.&nbsp; <br><br>"Bitch!" she laughed as Volk came toward her,"Well...I seem to recall you enjoying our time together Volk...you cut me to the quick Volkie..."<br><br>She backed away as she spoke, not wanting him to get to close to her.&nbsp; She stumbled over a tree branch and went sprawling onto her backside, her legs flayed out, giving him a nice view of her rather familiar sex.&nbsp; "Miss me, Volk?" she hissed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 00:38:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lots... you have quite the 'touch'" he said as he tried to slap her head with the flat of his blade. Knocking her out would solve the problem. He moved fast despite his armor and he lashed out. He hoped not to cause too big a concussion... Drow were frail but still... it was necessary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 22:49:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa held up her hand as if to block the sword and sent a little suggestion to dear Volk, sending images from her mind to his of their previous times together.&nbsp; She wove in images of them fighting together on a common side and then their hot and fevered coupling that followed.&nbsp; Another image of yet another time where she had him tied to a bed....<em>ah...good times Volk...more to come....</em> her mind spoke to his directly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 15:42:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped halfway as the mental stimulation made him waver.<br>But than his eyes became slits.<br>Stubborn Volk was not that easily manipulated.<br>"True Enchantresses have tried that on me when i was still young and extremely stupid... your mental manipulatiosn are parlar tricks compared to them" he said despite his evident arousal. He put a booted foot on her stomach and the tip of his sword against her throat.<br>Men usually didn't oppose her. Let alone overcome her. He had always been 'refreshing'. And age had made him only more bulky and a bit naughtily rough on the edges from her position. Of course... that didn't change the fact she couldn't let him win. He didn't seem intent on killing her or he would have done so already.<br>For a mercenary with his questionable background he could be surprisingly outdated morally... a major and exploitable flaw... .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 17:49:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa spread her legs wider reminding him of her delicate female disposition.&nbsp; "You wouldn't kill a woman laying on her back with her legs spread for you in invitation, now would you, Volk?"&nbsp; Her mind sent erotic thoughts and images soaring toward his.&nbsp; Her other hand conjured a few vines that wrapped themselves around his wrists and ankles as he paused.&nbsp; An evil smile spread over her face as she waited for him to try to move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 19:14:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slithering vines that spawned from the floor moved slowly and stealthily. There was always the risk of him cutting loose.<br>He looked down at her. "Stop playing games Sarissa..." he said as he applied a little bit of pressure on her stomach with his reinforced boot. "Now tell me what you did to her and what happened?".<br>The vines restrained themselves suddenly, sliding entirely around his wrists, neck and waist. <br>"Huh?" he reacted quickly cutting one but another grabbed his arm. More appeared trying to hold his armored and chainmailed limbs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 00:30:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well you asked...I'm just demonstrating...yes..that's it.&nbsp; It started with a little fight--your Luthien is a strong mage, Volk...I'm very surprised you got so close to her.&nbsp; And an Elf...You don't like elves...or so I thought,"&nbsp; Sarissa said, scooting back and standing up.&nbsp; She motioned and the vines clamped harder on Volk, forcing him to drop his sword.&nbsp; Soon, the vines were beginning to undress him as well.<br><br>"Luthien...well...let's say she's got some interesting memories in there..and she's capable of some dark shit.."&nbsp; Sarissa said.&nbsp; She moved up to the immobile Volk and pressed her lips hard against his.&nbsp; "Oh...it is sooooo good to see you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 00:36:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He frowned at her monologue.<br>She could see him trying to pull free.<br>The vines had some trouble removing his attire as they poked at the chainmail, the cloth, belts and buckles.<br>Suddenly their lips met and Volk was unable to object anymore.<br>His eyes shooting open but to Sarissa's glee... there was only token resistance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 02:04:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa shooed the vines to his ankles and wrists so she could get at his mail herself.&nbsp; She kissed him in between each buckle, grabbing his face hard and slipping her tongue into his mouth each time.&nbsp; The vines held him standing up, but it was impossible for him to move.&nbsp; She reached between his legs to say hello to one of her favorite play toys of all time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh...Volkieeee....glad to see you are still intact...I thought maybe, something had happened to you--given you'd taken up with a little elfie girl," her voice dripped with sarcasm.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 10:45:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drow were not fond of Elves... not in the slightest.<br>And though he knew he should try to escape or resist... he didn't.<br>In fact she could see his resistance was marginal at best. He suddenly grunted in pleasure as she touched him between the legs. Part of his attire had come of and he found that he was strangely looking forward to each kiss of the exotic beauty.<br>"I never thought i'd see the day you were JEALOUS" he chuckled as he took note of her expression.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:36:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Jealous?" Sarissa asked, feeling nothing of the sort.&nbsp; "Surprise...perhaps...disgust certainly...though I must say, that little tongue of hers made me come nicely enough..Though, I seem to recall yours being more than adequate in past times."<br><br>Sarissa handily finished undressing the warrior.&nbsp; "I love seeing you so...unarmed, Volk." She grabbed both of his nipples and twisted them, hard as she pressed her hips in against him.&nbsp; "Indeed...I think you are happy to see me Volk...your little elven princess can't possibly satisfy all your needs, Volk..Do you even fit in her tight little twat?&nbsp; Or have you even bothered to find out yet?"<br><br>Sarissa's hands drop to run along Volk's thighs and reached around toward his buttocks. She playfully slapped them.&nbsp; She let the vines grow small tendrils along his ankles and they began their feathery move up his legs.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:02:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk was unsure on how to react. When she twisted his nipples he jumped almost, restraining a 'yelp'.<br>She could see that he felt 'vulnerable'.<br>"This is silly Sarissa, release me and i won't harm you" he said calmly.<br>She could detect a blush on his cheeks. He shifted a bit at the tickle feeling at his legs. <br>He opened and closed his hands a few times and tested the strength of his 'bondage'. It gave her a nice view of his firm body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:27:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Release you?&nbsp; So you won't harm me? Oh...my Volk...you know you don't want to be released...not yet...and," she said, licking his neck, "I have no intention of <em>harming </em>you...oh...to the contrary...this is all about playing..."<br><br>Sarissa stepped back and said,"Yes...you still look wonderful Volk...And I intend to take advantage of that.."&nbsp; She wiggled her fingers at him, and the vines continued their silken crawl up his thighs and to his waist, where they began to undulate in motion with her fingers.&nbsp; "Tickle..tickle...tickle.." Sarissa sang as she used the puppetry of the vines to caress, to play, to tickle her little Volk toy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The expression was golden as he realized what she was up to.<br>"Don't you dare!" he snapped as he began to struggle. She could see his erect member grow larger. He only wore his boots at the moment, his pants lay on the floor, over his feet. <br>He grunted annoyed and for a moment it seemed as if he'd break free... but than he began chuckling and was about to loose balance...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:41:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa raised her hand and said,"Oh....don't want you hurting yourself..."&nbsp; She waved her hand and had the vines catch and put Volk down on his knees in one sift movement.&nbsp; The vines crept up between his legs and spread his legs wide so he wouldn't lose his balance, and then...the fringy little tendrils began in earnest.&nbsp; A vine crept up between his but cheeks, and held them open while another vine fluttered around the opening to his ass.<br><br>Sarissa stood closer to him, putting her pussy close to his face and said, "Tell me how much you missed this and what you will do to it to make me happy--and then, maybe, I'll stop the vines..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You... you wouldn't dare!" Volk said as he felt 'it' happen. He began to squirm. Held by his wrists, boots, knees, limbs, torso and neck, it was quite difficult to move... .<br>He felt it slide furtively inside as if threatening and he yelped.<br>He was beetred... either out of embarassement or the odd sensation that was massing. Probably both.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 23:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa laughed and reached down, slapped at his cock a couple of times,"Look...you are so hard, Volk...look at you...your body wants relief...you know it does...you know what I want..."<br><br>She leaned over and placed his face between her ample breasts, her own wet pussy against his lower chest, dripping on him.&nbsp; She forced a breast into his mouth..."suck, dear one...suck and make me happy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 23:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprisingly... or unsurprisingly Volk complied. In fact he was surprised at how easy it came again.<br>His lips envelopped the top of her large smooth darkskinned breast. He suckled the nipple explicitly, taking it between his teeth. The suction came, went and returned as if in a sequence.<br>His sucking gained a certain rhytmic quality. The damp, warm mouth unleashing its tongue, teeth and lips at his leisure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 23:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...yes...very good Volk..." she said, stepping back.&nbsp; "See that wasn't so hard, was it...you know you have always loved playing with Sarissa, haven't you...?"&nbsp; She ran her fingers through his hair and nipped an ear, not too gently.<br><br>She pulled the vines a little tighter so that his face was at just the right height to reach her hungry pussy again.&nbsp; She had a vine wrap several times around&nbsp; his cock and let the tendrils play at his balls and ass.&nbsp; "Pleasure me here, Volk..." she said&nbsp; tipping his head back just enough so she could stand over him, forcing his mouth against her.&nbsp; <br><br>A vine poked menacingly at his asshole,"And do it right,'' Sarissa laughed as she made the vine large enough to prop his cheeks open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 23:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted at the sudden 'poke' at his rectum.<br>He gave her an angry glare. "You're still a bitch Sarissa... some things never change" he looked at her gender.<br>It wasn't like it'd be a first time... or that in itself the act was so unappealing. Still... he would be doing it under threat.<br>He leaned closer. She could feel warm breath wash over her gender and than... slowly his tongue began to rub the skin outside her gender before dipping into her. The more time passed, the more directly his tongue thrust into her. Faster and stronger with every few licks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 23:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes...a bitch to the core...but a tasty,hot lusty bitch that you...I know...would dearly love to fuck, wouldn't you?"<br><br>"very good Volk..." she said, pushing more pressure against his face.&nbsp; She glanced over at Luthien and saw the little Elf was still out.."Tell me...Volk...does your little elf treat you as well as I do?&nbsp; Does she know how you <em>really </em>like it?" Sarissa taunted him with images of him being tied up in previous days, his cock as hard as it ever had been, and him begging her to please fuck him...<br><br>"Oh...how you used to beg for release, Volk...I miss that..." Sarissa said, her juices running down his cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 23:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't tell her" Volk whispered "That's between 'us'" he said annoyed she spoke of it all in public.<br>She knew all his physical and sexual secrets. What buttons to push, what places to caress... everything.<br>Though he knew the same of her of course... but in the case of Sarissa that was not as easily used as a psychological weapon given her love for being blunt and open about these things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 00:39:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa laughed loudly.&nbsp; "Ah...you don't want her to know how you like to be held down and tickled to tears?&nbsp; Or...how your cock will get so hard and practically try to leap off of you to get into my cunt?"<br><br>She moved off of him and knelt in front of him.&nbsp; Her teeth grabbed at a nipple as her fingers reached for his sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 00:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped as a jolt of pain shot through him.<br>He leaned forward somewhat, allowing her access to her chest.<br>Her former lover shivered and got goosebumps for a moment.<br>His eyes closed, unsure what to expect next. His gender was growing harder... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 01:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah,...Volk...," she cooed reaching down with her hand and gently stroking his rigid member.&nbsp; "Yes...my dear...oh and how big you look tonight...my what a lovely toy..."<br><br>Sarissa nipped his ear and licked his neck, letting her teeth nibble the ridge of his collar bone.&nbsp; She leaned into him so that his cock was tight between her belly and his, rigid, hard...<br><br>"So...hard...so ready..."&nbsp; She reached around and grabbed a vine in her hand, she ran it up and down his thighs, delicately.&nbsp; And down his legs, to the back of his feet.&nbsp; A small chortle escaped her chest as she did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 11:20:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still booted, he couldn't feel her touch his feet but it was teasing nonetheless.<br>He shivered as the strange vine was slid over his bare skin.<br>An odd sensation. When she touched his inner thighs, he thought he was going to loose it and snickered lightly after which a pleased grunt followed. It seemed there was even now still more room to 'lift' for his gender.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 21:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa pulled away and stood up.&nbsp; She looked at Volk thoughtfully for a moment before moving over to Luthien.&nbsp; She sat astride the little elf and placed her hands on her breasts.&nbsp; "Yes, I can see why like these.&nbsp; Nice, firm.&nbsp; Sweet.&nbsp; She looks so peaceful right now.&nbsp; She killed her last lover," Sarissa said smiling meanly in his direction.<br><br>She leaned over and bit down on the tip of Luthien's ear.&nbsp; ""Remember the time we took that group of elves?&nbsp; What we did to their ears?&nbsp; Still have the necklace somewhere...not on me though...got kind a rank for a while."&nbsp; she reached into her rumpled clothing and took out a small knife and placed it close to the ear she'd just bit.&nbsp; She looked back at Volk to see what his response might be. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 22:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes first showed shock at her revelation but when she began to threaten Luthien's beautiful ears, his gaze hardened.<br>"Don't you dare Sarissa! I'll make you suffer if you mutilate here!" he snapped.<br>"AND YOU KNOW I AM A MAN OF MY WORD!!" he hissed as he pulled at the vines which threatened to break...<br>He was quite angry indeed...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 22:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa laughed and said, "That's what I thought..." she licked the elf ears her eyes still on Volks.&nbsp; She rubbed the little Elfen breasts and giggled.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved her hands and the vines whipped around, picking up Volk and pushing him back onto the ground, cock side up. She pinched Luthien's nipples and moved back over to Volk.<br><br>She pulled his boots off and ordered the vines to begin in earnest with his feet.&nbsp; She straddled him at the chest, placing her breasts at his mouth again.&nbsp; "I want you to beg me to fuck you Volk..."&nbsp; She said, her eyes dark and threatening.&nbsp; "Or, I might just cut off one of her ears for a souvenir.&nbsp; Tell me how much you want your cock in my cunt..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 10:53:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was pushed on his back after watching her tease Luthien... almost entranced.<br>He grunted surprised and tried to keep his boots on but the vines made kicking hard.<br>"Stay of of my fehehehe" he chuckled as his large feet were rhytmically teased by the slippery vines.<br>He bit his lower lip and shut his eyes not wanting to give her the satisfaction of him turning into a giggling schoolboy nor of hearing him beg her. Though he knew he eventually would break.<br>Deepdown it turned her on. She was 'bold' and it aroused him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 23:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on Volk...You know you want to fuck me.." she said, slapping his cock a little bit and tickling his inner thighs. <br><br>"Oh look at your little toesies, Volk...Oh and your darling cock is so ready for me...it really wants more, doesn't it?" She asked.&nbsp; Sarissa looked over briefly at the elf, whose head had stirred a little bit, but she was certain Volk didn't notice as his eyes were still shut tight against her.<br><br>"Come on baby...remember how much we use to fuck like this?&nbsp; You love me because I tie you down and make you beg for it. Come on...say it...You know what I want to hear.."&nbsp; Sarissa teased, her eyes flitting briefly to the elf.<br><br>Luthien for her own part was confused.&nbsp; The drow was off her, but she could here Volk...Giggling?&nbsp; She turned her head and saw the Drow poised over Volk, ready to...Her eyes grew wide with confusion and anger at the Drow, but a vine filled her mouth suddenly and she couldn't speak.&nbsp; She struggled at her bonds, listening to the woman tease Volk with all too much familiarity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 23:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sarissa don't... pleasehehe..." he groaned softly unaware Luthien was awake.<br>"This isn't the time..." he grunted suddenly as his gender became more and more needy.<br>His gaze moved as good as it could over what was in sight of her body.<br>The female Drow seemed flawless, perfect... a twistedly erotic goddess among flawed women.<br>He began suddenly to suckle each nipple in turn, as they were held still closeby.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:16:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know you love sucking my nipples, Volk...Your cock is craving my embrace.&nbsp; But Volkie only gets what he wants when he begs for it," Her voice growled low as she twisted his nipple in response.<br><br>Her hand crept to his cock. "Yes...you are hard with desire for me...Beg me to fuck you Volk..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted at the twisting of the sensitive nipple.<br>He froze as she took his erect penis and swallowed.<br>"Yes... i will..." he whispered but than stopped.<br>He seemed to second guess but than "Please Sarissa... fuck me.".<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's eyes bulge in anger at Sarissa for putting Volk in this position.&nbsp; And sort of horror as she realizes that Volk is begging the bitch to fuck him.<br><br>Sarissa smiles slowly and says, "Well...if you reallllllllllllly want me to Volk...I suppose I could try."&nbsp; With a triumphant smile, she moves into a squatting position and slips herself onto Volk's hard cock and begins to fuck him hard.&nbsp; She glances quickly at Luthien to show her triumph, to rub it in, to say, "watch me fuck your protector..."&nbsp; <br><br>"Good boy, Volk..."Sarissa yells with delight, "YOu still have a deliciously wonderful cock!&nbsp; Like old times... Yes indeed. Like old times."&nbsp; Sarissa&nbsp; uses her strength in her legs to pull almost all the way off Volk entirely before engulfing him again, the length of his cock gleaming with her juices.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:42:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His response was immediate and she could clearly see his enjoyment as pleasure washed over him. <br>It was too easy. Experience and things shared made it easy. She knew exactly what buttons to push, what to touch, what kinks to exploit and when. And he couldn't even stop her!<br>Suddenly he arched upwards and his delicious rod pushed deeper into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can see how much you're like this, Volk....I know you missed me..." Sarissa taunted as she rode him hard, their bodies sounds all slurpy and slappy.&nbsp; "Come on Volk, explode your load inside me, baby!&nbsp; Show me just how much you love fucking your little Sarissa."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 01:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The explosion was huge and his gaze blurred.<br>The sound he made underlined the pleasure she had bestowed upon him.<br>Breathing mildly despite the activity, he looked at her. Knowing Sarissa... she'd be up to something.<br>She always was... in all things be they small or large.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:16:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa enjoyed the moment as she fucked Volk mercilessly, his coming only pleased her more.&nbsp; When she looked over at Luthien, she could feel the hate and loathing oozing from the little elf.<br><br>She said,"So, little Elf girl...learning anything from how a real woman takes a man?&nbsp; Look at your Volkie now...did he even seem have so excited when he was alone with you?" <br><br>She laughed harshly as her sex sucked Volk dry of his seed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 15:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was still breathing heavily as she slowed to talk to Luthien.<br>Overcome with passion, he defied the vines and managed to grab hold of her wrists but instead of trying to stop her, the still restrained Volk pulled his former dominatrix lover into a passionate kiss.<br>She had stopped having his feet being caressed and teased though his big toes remained pulled back as if a hidden threat or suggestion. His neck and waist were tied too and his wrists and ankles remained restrained but he had some mobility and she could almost 'sense' his muscles tense as she was pulled into his embrace... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 17:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien watched the scene with surprise.&nbsp; Though, she had just a few minutes before been forced to pleasure the Drow herself.&nbsp; Volk was actually pulling the woman down onto him for more.&nbsp; He was enjoying this all too much.&nbsp; Luthien had thought of perhaps working some magic to free him, but at this point she didn't want to have anything to do with him.&nbsp; She turned her head away to see what else she could see from her position.&nbsp; She worked instead on freeing herself.&nbsp; If Volk enjoyed being tied down and fucked by the relentless Drow, then she didn't need to care. <br><br>Sarissa let herself be pulled into Volks Kiss.&nbsp; She kissed him back passionately and found her breasts planted firmly on his chest.&nbsp; It felt marvelous to be with him again, he had always been a favorite of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 12:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kept tightly against him, Volk kissed the neck of the Drow and nipped her pointy ear.<br>The red-dyed hair of the darkskinned elf flowed over her back and there seemed no escape from his grip.<br>As the vines gave more way, she was pushed onto her back.<br>"I could break your neck..." he said suddenly as his powerful hands wrapped themselves around her little neck but they soon gave way as he leaned forward again to exchange another kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 20:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's what I love about you Volk...passionate...You are so fucking passionate about everything," Sarissa said as she took his kiss. She moved her hips up toward him egging him onward.&nbsp; "Come on baby...lets go again...You always were so good at those rounds of continuous fucking.&nbsp; Her arms moved around to his back, her nails raking across his shoulders leaving red streaks.<br><br>"I have missed this...yes..Volk...I've missed you...you fucking warrior..." Sarissa hissed as she clamped her legs around him drawing him in toward her.&nbsp; She wasn't afraid of him, not now.&nbsp; She had entirely forgotten Luthien.<br><br><br>Luthien watched the spectacle with growing annoyance.&nbsp; Why keep her tied up if they were going to be on such happy terms with each other.&nbsp; She rolled onto her back and looked up at the night sky, trying to ignore the grunts and groans and exchanges between the drow and her so called protector.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 22:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they orgasmed, he pulled out and pulled her legs back, bent them and joined them. Her feet next to each other, before his face, he was now able to cover the soles with tiny kisses.<br>"Why are you here? What is going on?" he asked suddenly before bestowing upon her dark creamy soles, small nibbles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 22:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa giggled as he kissed her feet.&nbsp; "Ah..&gt;Volk...I'm just working, you know how it is.&nbsp; I have a boss who's wanting some answers about your darling Elven Princess...Luthien of the High Court, Mage Extraordinaire.&nbsp; Really, I'm shocked that she managed to let me catch her--unless of course she knew she'd get to lick my pussy...Which she did rather well by the way..."&nbsp; Sarissa let out a low laugh.&nbsp; "Between the two of you, I'd be completely satisfied all the time...so, Volkie... you know me...Give me the goods or buy me off...or I might have to disembowel the little slut."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 22:21:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure we can come to 'some' arrangement that leaves her intact" he nipped each of her toes. <br>Holding her by the ankles, he spoke "I have grown fond of her... more than that even but her memory seems gone after an attack of sorts... perhaps you can unlock it." he smirked.<br>"I'd be 'most' appreciative if you didn't hurt her" he said.<br>He was oblivious of the fact Luthien could hear him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 22:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've unlocked some already, my dear...some rather nasty images, one of which includes her stabbing her lover or spouse...Hmm?&nbsp; Interesting little vixen you're entangled with...but...with enough gold...you do have some gold, don't you Volk?&nbsp; And of course, some promises that you both tend to my urges...Her little mouth was quite sweet and delightful..."&nbsp; Sarissa leaned back as he bit her. "Damn...you do know how to please me..."<br><br>Luthien raised an eyebrow at Volk's rather candid and simple bartering of her.&nbsp; More than fond?&nbsp; Well, that seemed sweet. She liked him too, but to add that Drow into.,..whatever it was they were doing?&nbsp; They did have a history together.&nbsp; She rolled over so she could see them.&nbsp; Volk on top now, happily nibbling at the bitch's toes.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien let out a muffled "I CNNNN HRRRRRR OOOOOOOOO" through the gagging vines.&nbsp; She pulled at the vines and opened up some of her own magic that had flooded back in with a good chunk of memories.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 22:32:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tsss... i'm not sure she'd like to indulge you. For now" he said as he brought her feet to his gender.<br>"But perhaps we can work something out... if you'll help us. There might be a greater price awaiting you in the end... given the possible opposition awaiting us" he said "Tell me... about your employers" he asked.<br>His cock was fully rigid and warm, pulsing with blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 22:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa laughed and said,"I'll tell you after you fuck me again, Volk...God, I've missed that darling cock of yours..." Her toes and feet wrapped around his cock as much as they could and squeezed as she gently pushed against him.&nbsp; "I know you've missed me, too...look how big and hard you are again so fast..."<br><br><br>Luthien closed her eyes and undid the vines around her wrist and ankles and mouth.&nbsp; She did it quietly and without any movement so that it looked like she was still bound there for the moment.&nbsp; She was lying there naked, stretched out letting the feeling flood back to her extremities.&nbsp; She'd see what happened next before she moved.&nbsp; To hell with them both.&nbsp; She could get dressed and be miles away before they noticed she was gone most likely.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 15:45:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned again at the sensation.<br>"Surely you can tell me 'something'?" he asked with a tone indicating his still present desire for her.<br>It took a while but suddenly his seed shot forward across her feet.<br>Resting on his open hands, he was breathing heavily. Grabbing her ankles, he 'slid' her closer by.<br>"Doggiestyle? Or shall i 'torture' you a bit?" he said, playfully tickling her sides "Until you talk hmm?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 17:25:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa freed herself from his grasp and turned so she was on her hands and knees.&nbsp; "Doggie style, Volk...and make it hard and fast, you know I like it that way.&nbsp; Let's enjoy ourselves before we negotiate business, eh?"&nbsp; <br><br>She wiggled her ass temptingly at Volk and said, "Come on baby...impale me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 11:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel his tip, teasingly slide over the skin of one buttcheek.<br>But he didn't slide into her yet.<br>His gaze moved back towards where Luthien was watching mesmerized...<br>There was a moment of silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 17:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Volk caught Luthien's eyes, she rolled onto her side, placed her head on the palm of one hand and waved the other in a grandiose, "Oh...do continue" gesture toward him.&nbsp; She raised her left eyebrow in what could be considered a sarcastic and teasing gesture, or perhaps one of disgust.&nbsp; She waited to watch Volk take the Drew from behind.<br><br>Sarissa, on her hands and knees turned and saw Luthien's gesture.&nbsp; "Oh, hello,&nbsp; little elf.&nbsp; Since you've freed yourself of my bonds, join us...or watch as Volk does what he does best..."&nbsp; &nbsp;She wiggled her ass again toward Volk.&nbsp; She wanted that cock inside her and how.<br><br>Luthien shook her head and said,"You two go right ahead....with whatever it is you are doing...I'll watch."&nbsp; A small smile played at the edge of her lips, but her eyes smoldered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 21:03:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk blinked and didn't continue.<br>His gaze moved from the amused Drow to the annoyed Luthien and back again.<br>An odd silence fell.<br>"You've gotten sloppy Sarissa" he finally said "In the past you'd never have let a woman escape".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 21:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I stole her packet from her thighs...Nice bit of gold in there...and some note I can't read..." Sarissa said.&nbsp; "All I need is a translation and we'll know what the little elf was up to."&nbsp; She wiggled her bottom toward Volk hoping he'd finally give in and fuck her again.<br><br>Luthien gazed down at her thigh and saw that her pouch was indeed gone.&nbsp; She pursed her lips and got up.&nbsp; "I'm going to the river to wash.&nbsp; I'll be back by the time you are done doing whatever it is you are doing."&nbsp; She had to wash and think.&nbsp; She'd have to get the packet back from Sarissa and she hardly cared what Volk did to that bitch.&nbsp; She had several memories that had been restored she had to think through.&nbsp; The stories they told were not pleasant--and yet, she was sure some of the pictures were missing.&nbsp; She remembered her love and she remembered fighting with him, but she didn't remember why or what had ultimately happened to him...but, no...that's not quite right...She had seen him in the city.&nbsp; So she had attacked him, he'd thought he'd won and left her body at the inn..but why was she so well hidden?&nbsp; She shook her head and went toward the sound of the water.&nbsp; Let Volk and Sarissa have their moment...Luthien had bigger things to think about.<br><br>Sarissa laughed as LUthien got up and walked toward the river,"Don't drown elfy, you could come in handy at some point.&nbsp; Besides, I'd like to see Volk fuck you at some point, too...but, me first...come on Volk..." She prodded again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 14:46:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe..." he said. "You should stop snapping at her" he said annoyed and embarassed by the awkward situation. He sat kneeling beind her and had placed a large rough hand on her behind.<br>His touch was warm and pleasant but his arousal had severely diminished due to what had transpired.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 19:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa wasn't one to back down easily.&nbsp; She turned around and sat on her elbows, her legs spreading wide to envelope Volk's knees as he still knelt there, is erection obvious flagging.<br><br>"Don't snap at her? Volk...have you ever known me to not snap?" she asked, laughing.&nbsp; She cocked her head and said,"She's gone off for a bit...we might as well enjoy ourselves...She placed one foot back on Volk's member and began to tickle him with her toes.&nbsp; "Come on baby...you know you still want to..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked "Fine" he said as he moved closer, his gender rose upwards, poking her arch.<br>He took in her body.<br>"Rub and play with yourself Sarissa... the way i enjoy seeing it" he suddenly asked.<br>"You are the biggest tease i ever met... nobody does it better".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa laughed and said,"You always did like a good show, didn't you Volk."&nbsp; She reached down between her legs with one hand and spread herself open for him.&nbsp; She pulled at her clit between the V of two fingers, pulling it up hard so that he could clearly see how swollen and excited she was.&nbsp; She did this several times before dipping the fingers into her very wet sex and drawing them out all glistening with her juices.&nbsp; She lifted the fingers to her lips and sucked them clean of her own liquid, before repeating the process.&nbsp; Her eyes never left Volk the entire time.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 19:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to be focussing on her, but instead of being truly aroused, his mind seemed to wander.<br>Surely he wasn't pondering about the Elvish witch? <br>But she knew him well, he was not completely focussed on her.<br>But than perhaps she could rekindle his 'interest'?<br>He remained seated in a kneeling position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 07:28:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Goodness, Volk!&nbsp; Attention, here man!" Sarissa hissed.&nbsp; She put her foot against his balls again and pulled gently with her long toes.&nbsp; She sent the vines up his thighs and began pulling on his thighs, a tendril waving along his waist even as they pushed him toward her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 23:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blinked, his gaze returning to the hot Drow.<br>"Hmm did you loose your 'touch' beautiful" he said as he was almost on top of her now. His strong arms, embraced her again and his large powerful hand ran through her red hair.<br>Slowly he locked lips with his old lover once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 01:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa bucked her hips up toward Volk, trying to force his cock into her of her own sheer will. Her hands locked around hte back of his head, pulling his kiss in even more tightly than he had done. <br><br>She thrust her tongue into his mouth, search for the usual dual that met hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Breaking the kiss, she encouraged him,"One more round lover boy..."&nbsp; And reached a hand down to guide him into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled "You are still insatiable..." he noted.<br>"You will keep your word..." he than grinned "For a change?" the rod grew more rigid in her very hand.<br>The powerful warrior was perfectly at ease under her touch. God knew how many nights like this had taken place in the past... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 01:24:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa stroked his cock back and forth even a she pulled him toward her.<br>"Keep my word?" Sarissa asked in mock astonishment.&nbsp; "Of course I'll keep my word.&nbsp; I love the idea of watching you and htat little elven slut for a while.&nbsp; It will be worth it just for that."<br><br>She grabbed him around his waist with her strong legs and pulled him into her.&nbsp; "Oh, Volk...it's so good to see you again..."&nbsp; She lifted her hips up to fill herself with his hardened manhood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 16:32:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You just like it when i pull your pretty behind out of the fire..." he said playfully.<br>Slid into her, he didn't move this time. Instead he began to gently tickle the sides of her sensitive breasts, forcing her to move and slide underneath him, her squirming causing pleasant friction for the both of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 18:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh shut up and fuck me, Volk...." Sarissa commanded, shifting her hips upward toward him more.&nbsp; She laughed a little at his tickling and grunted, losing herself in the pleasant sensation that she always considered in her mind as "fucking Volk."&nbsp; She'd had sex with plenty of people, but she'd always enjoyed this particular human's particular quirks.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 21:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The large male's rod darted into her fast and hard.<br>It had taken a while for her to teach him she was not as frail as she looked.<br>Human males were a pleasant and healthy average when it came to their gender. Drow males were small in 'build' and Orcs... well animals was a bit over the top.<br>"Tell me what you'll do to me if i stop... now" he grunted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 23:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed up to meet every thrust, their bodies slamming into each other over and over again.&nbsp; "Ha...silly man...I think I'd have to take it out on that sweet little elven toy of yours...So...keep it up darling...and we'll soon have time to reach some sort of deal about our mutual quest..."<br><br>Her speech was broken into bits and pieces as Volk continued to pummel her with what she thought seemed rather exceeding enthusiasm.<br><br>Luthien had gone to the river to wash herself from the dirt and the Drow's odor.&nbsp; She came back to find Volk on top of hte Drow heartily fucking her.&nbsp; She sat down on a log, tired and sullen, to watch the two go at it.&nbsp; She placed a chin on her palm and stuck a stick in the fire, playing with the flame idly as she waited for them to get it over with.&nbsp; The threat to her own person made by the Drow did little to phase her at this point.&nbsp; She liked the way Volk's bottom clenched and unclenched as he pummeled the larger woman.&nbsp; She wondered if it would her her if he did the same to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 00:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally her lover stopped as they both orgasmed twice. Getting up, he felt a bit exhausted to his own surprise.<br>Volk's gaze met Luthiens and for a moment she could feel lust aimed at her but it passed as he gave her a small smile. "Problem solved..." he said as he headed for his attire, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 00:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Glad you two had such a sweet little reunion." Luthien said, her voice sarcastic.&nbsp; She rummaged around in the packs for some food and started putting together a meal.&nbsp; She paused and said to Volk,"So what...is she our guest or does she cook her own food?"<br><br>Luthien felt subdued and not really caring much about what had happened.&nbsp; She felt a slight tinge of annoyance at Volk, not much jealousy, but a little bit.&nbsp; Her mind was mostly occupied with the images she had shared with the Drow.&nbsp; She didn't understand them any better than the drow did, and she was certainly more disturbed by them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 11:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly she felt herself scooped up by Volk.<br>"She's attractive baggage... if you look even more annoyed that cute face of yours will change color..." he said.<br>The Drow's gaze was upon them as she changed once more. Undoubtably planning and plotting for the future.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:46:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien was more than annoyed with Volk, but she was glad to be in his arms once again.&nbsp; He was warm and comforting and the Drow bitch was left sitting on her ass.&nbsp; "Volk...now that you and...she...have finished your little reunion, perhaps we should have a discussion about what it is we plan to do.&nbsp; Without her."&nbsp; She eyed the Drow suspiciously.&nbsp; She had shared some intimate moments with the Drow, but she didn't see this as any reason to be her friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked her straight in the eyes.<br>And ran his index over her pointy ear. "Sure..." he said softly before placing a hand on the back of her head and bluntly kissing her before the slightly annoyed Drow.<br>For a moment it seemed as if she wouldn't be allowed to breath but eventually he relented. "Just don't start some kind of... fight with her".<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien threw the Drow a tight grimacing smile.&nbsp; Luthien pouted a little bit, "I won't start anything if she doesn't.&nbsp; And as long I get the pleasure of your warmth during the knight, I can put up with her...I feel, as distasteful as she is, she can be useful to us in our quest."<br><br>She glowered at the Drow before continuing, "Volk...can't you find out how she knows about what's going on?&nbsp; Maybe she'll tell you some things that will help us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 22:16:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll see about it..." he looked at her.<br>He was staring a bit.<br>"Cute nose" he suddenly said and kissed it. "Go sleep... i dropped the firewood a bit further away... best i retrieve it".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 22:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien rolled her eyes.&nbsp; "Cute." she repeated under her breath.<br><br>Sarissa watched their little lovefest and rolled her eyes at the same time Luthien did, but for entirely different reasons.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that that little waif of a girl had entangled Volk's heart.&nbsp; Even she could see he was smitten.&nbsp; And the elf...she was not what she seemed.&nbsp; Sarissa was determined to see what was really going on with the little dear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 00:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey... hot you fuck. But cute you keep" he said as he cupped her cheek than headed of to get the firewood. He hoped the duo of tigresses would not devour each other in that short space of time...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or charmed by Volk's statement.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cute?&nbsp; Luthien hadn't heard that term applied to her all that often.&nbsp; Of that she was fairly sure anyway.&nbsp; She looked at the Drow who had put her clothing on and was unpacking her own bedroll for the evening.<br><br>Sarissa smiled at Luthien.&nbsp; "You know, little elfy, you were pretty good with that mouth of yours.&nbsp; ANytime you want to use that tongue of yours...just knock and I'll open wide for you."&nbsp; She laughed harshly and made a lewd gesture.&nbsp; She was, actually, a little intimidated by the magic the elf might be hiding from her and Volk.&nbsp; Perhaps even from herself.&nbsp; She sensed something in the elf that was not quite released but very powerful.&nbsp; There was a reason she'd been hired to hunt her down.&nbsp; She hadn't been told by her employers what they wanted the elf for, but she was certain that they were not thinking of Luthien's best interest.&nbsp; She dropped to the ground and leaned against the log, her eyes never leaving the cute little creature.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 20:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk was used to Sarissa's odd and coy behaviour. She tended to switch between sadistic, playful and lustful moods. Though occassionally she could be surprisingly composed and calculating when the need arose. She was after all an elf.<br><br>By the time Volk returned, the two others had settled down. Sarissa was daringly staring at Luthien who seemed to be attempting to ignore the bitchy Drow Sorceress.<br>"Goodie... neither of you cut of a limb with the other...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 00:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien rolled her eyes and said,"She's your friend...any friend of Volk's is a person I won't kill...." she paused and added a smile, "Unless I have very good reason too."<br><br>She picked up a stick and started drawing random patterns in the ground. "So...what's our next step?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 22:58:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nap-time" Volk replied. "After that we head north. I'm sure Sarissa will be able to tell us some more" he laided down and pulled a rug over him.<br>He grinned amused "If you want i can pump her for information?" he chuckled at the rude joke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 23:10:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien punched Volk in the shoulder.&nbsp; "You are one sick man, Volk..."&nbsp; She curled up against his side and eyed Sarissa with a bit of mistrust, wanting to keep an eye open for her own safety, but deciding not to.&nbsp; She eventually fell asleep with the images of her most recent vision filling her mind with a bit of trepidation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 10:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pfff. At my age and in my profession, you take the good things when you can... Might be the last time" he said. But he wasn't sure she even heard him as she fell asleep.<br>The next morning she found Volk awake before her, she still lay in his arms, the sheets over her. If anything... Volk was nicely warm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 20:53:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien woke up and squirmed lightly against the warmness Volk offered.&nbsp; The Drow was snoring loudly on the other side of the dead fire and Luthien's body shook in silent laughter at the noise.&nbsp; She turned around to look at Volk and caressed his cheek.&nbsp; "Nice friend you got there," she whispered and kissed his lips gently.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 21:50:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at that. "Just don't tell her... she'll throw a hissy fit or worse... chuck fireballs at you" he nipped her neck playfully. He did the same to the tip of her ear as he seemed to enjoy doing. He looked at the by now finished campfire. Little more than a few cissles remained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 22:14:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So...how much can we trust her?&nbsp; She came at me with quite an attack yesterday," Luthien said quietly.&nbsp; "How much can I trust you, anyway?" she asked, feeling utterly secure in his arms.&nbsp; She rubbed her nose to his and wondered at how calm she was in the midst of such chaos.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 22:22:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should put you over my knee for that last remark" he replied coolly.<br>"Use your common sense woman" he said disgruntled.<br>His gaze moved to the other side where Sarissa slept.<br>"And careful... Drow have great hearing though sunlight mildly annoys them".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:05:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien shuddered, "I've never met one before...at least not that I can recall."&nbsp; She stretched her upper body and snuggled back into his warmth.&nbsp; "I suppose we should get up and move.&nbsp; We have a lot of distance to travel."&nbsp; <br><br>She pointedly avoided thinking about the problems that had arisen from the visions conjured up by the Drow. Certain that Sarissa had seen them as well, Luthien was puzzled by how to put them together, and certain that, out of context, whatever they had both seen looked pretty bad on Luthien's part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed we should..." Volk replied but the mercenary warrior seemed unwilling to end his embrace. "Question is... where to?".<br>He closed his eyes a moment, taking in her scent. His lips touched her head lightly as his hands slid downwards. He had to admit, he enjoyed lying like this... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien laughed as Volk's hand made its way down her body.&nbsp; "You are one horny man.." she kidded him.&nbsp; But she pressed against his hand wherever she could, inviting him to continue his touches.&nbsp; The snoring of the Drow hadn't changed, and she liked the way Volk's hand was moving.&nbsp; She pressed her lips against his, sighing softly into the kiss, her tongue seeking his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled back.<br>"I was surprised at Sarissa's sudden appearance and... well i was tied down. Her 'actions' kind of made me loose control. No hard feelings?" he kissed her cheek.<br>"Besides... i bet deep down you enjoyed the show..." somehow she suddenly ended up on her back, him on top, the fur sheet over his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:11:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien lifted her hips up toward him in response,"We all have our base moments."&nbsp; And this was one of hers. "I suppose I was as disgusted as much as I was excited by it."<br><br>She kissed his chin gently and added,"I probably prefer it be just you and me...but if she's going to be of any use to us, I'm willing to play your games..her games...whatever.."&nbsp; She snuck a peak over at the grumbling sounding Drew.&nbsp; "At the moment, though, it's just the two of us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is it now?" he said.<br>He smiled maliciously as he ran both his hands over her back.<br>"And that is still a good thing?" he asked teasingly.<br>Volk couldn't help but continue the evil smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed her hips up toward him and said, "You know it is..silly man. Now, do something to me before that bitch wakes up and forces you to do it to her..."<br><br>She pulled his face toward hers and sought a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 12:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned and playfully kept avoiding her lips, always letting them linger nearby.<br>Finally he indulged her and pushing her on her back straddled her, locking lips with the pointy-eared beauty. "Don't make a sound..." he whispered as he pinned her hands over head as his other hand began to playfully caress and tickle the side of her right breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 17:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's eyes widened as he grabbed her hands and held them over her head.&nbsp; She had to work hard to stifle her giggles as he tickled her though.&nbsp; Her body reacted instead of her voice by jerking against him.&nbsp; Her face spoke volumes, though--wanting and desire shouted silently through her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 00:02:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk's gaze indicated desire for her.<br>She was so beautiful but in a far warmer way than Sarissa.<br>He released her wrists and placed both hands on her breasts, squizing them both.<br>He felt her rigid nipples pressing against the palms of his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 00:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien squirmed with delight under him.&nbsp; Her legs lifted around his hips and pulled him toward her. "a girl could get used to waking up like this you know..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 20:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure you would..." he said "You surprise me. You have an unsatiable libido. And here i at first thought you would be a true 'Paladin'" he jested.<br>"So deadly feline..." he leaned closer to sneak in a kiss, not releasing his firm hold on her breasts.<br>"think you can make the old wolf growl?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 06:23:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien sent up a silent giggle, "As long as your howling doesn't wake up the snoring one...She wiggled her hips under him again, reaching a hand down to find his cock...wondering if he was as aroused as she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 23:15:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Old or not, Volk was at the least as virile and stamina-rich as most young ones she bumped in.<br>Had he been worse in the past?<br>He smiled gratefully as she took hold of his rod. He glanced down at her hand. "You have beautiful hands..." he said. An unexpected and rather sudden comment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 05:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien paused and closed her eyes for a moment.&nbsp; Pulling her hand away from his member she looked at it for a moment and started giggling.&nbsp; She stifled her own sound, leaving her body shaking as she considered his compliment.&nbsp; "Beautiful hands..." she finally managed at last..."No one has ever said that before..."&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled as she put her hands to more useful purposes than merely gazing at them.&nbsp; Her eyebrow arched and she added,"I suppose they are beautiful in what they can do as well..." her hand finding his still erect cock and encircling it yet again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 12:44:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bit his lower lip.<br>"Prove it" he challenged her. "Put your little hands to use" he put his large strong hands on her shoulders.<br>His thumbs and fingers began to firmly massage her soft skin.<br>Behind them Sarissa turned in her sleep, revealing a long slender leg that darted from under the blanket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 01:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien began to stroke Volk's cock with one hand and her other reached down to cup his balls. "Well...starting with the hands is okay...but I think your cock will be happier inside my very excited and wet portions instead..."&nbsp; she said, thrusting her hips a little toward him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 00:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm all too true... they wouldn't mind making a few detours either" he hinted as he looked her straight in the eyes.<br>"The more innovative... the better" he said.&nbsp; <br>"After all... plenty of pressure to loose on my end" he replied confidently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:36:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien rolled her eyes and nipped Volk on the nose.&nbsp; "I have no idea what you are talking about, "she lied with an innocent looking smile on her face.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and she added, "Why...Mr. Volk, you don't mean you want me to...."&nbsp; She waggled her eyebrows and giggled a little bit.&nbsp; Kissing him on the chin she pushed at his chest..."you've got me pinned, man...How innovative can I be?"&nbsp; She pushed a little harder to get him to roll on his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 14:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He surpressed a laugh and ensured to put up a 'fight' as she tried to get him of, finally he allowed her to 'win', falling on his back. He looked enamored up at her, one leg stretched, his right bent as he took in her gorgeous form.<br>He was pleased to note the cheerful expression she had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien tossed a quick look toward the Drow and saw she was still completely asleep--or at least feigning it.&nbsp; She nipped Volk on the nose again and wiggled here way downward, her tongue finding various places to land and tickle at him wetly.&nbsp; She ended up on her knees in the little triangle his legs made her lithe body bending easily and neatly as she dropped her mouth to his ready and waiting member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 00:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her glance towards the Drow.<br>As she repositioned herself, she felt his large hand on the top of her head. It would be easy for him to grab her hair and force her lips towards the rod but he didn't.<br>Instead he waited for her to start. Secretly he was enjoying this day greatly. Few men could boast they bedded women like these two and it truly flattered the oldtimer's ego. He reprimanded himself mentally for the childish egotism.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:05:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien toyed with him a little bit.&nbsp; Sort of for fun and sort of to punish him for being so happy to see Sarissa.&nbsp; She nipped at his inner thighs and generally avoided his cock for as long as she could stand it herself.&nbsp; Finally, relenting at last, she put her lips to the tip of his erect cock and slowly slid them down, her tongue dancing around in circles and figure eights as she swallowed more and more of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 17:39:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The color of his cheeks changed a bit as a he closed his eyes. He needed to steel himself or her teasing would have caused him to make a bit 'too much' noise. He smirked at her "Villainess" he said in a needy whisper. "...you're learning" he added.<br>As she finally indulged his desire, her mouth envelopped the sensitive member causing him to shiver lightly.<br><br>Meanwhile only a mile from them, a group of hooded horsemen dashed over the roads. Their capes flowing on the wind, their gauntleted hands held the reigns of their horses tightly. The stood right up and barely moved. It was as if they all worked in perfect unison.<br>Coming to a halt at a raised hand of the leader, the group moved into a more easily defensive formation. <br>Scattering lightly, the leader pulled out a strange glowing blue gem in his black gloved hand. A dark chainmail protected his lower arm.<br>A small blue-white beam shot forth for a moment and the group headed forth once more as the leader urged his horse onwards with a simply 'prod' of his silver spurs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 19:17:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gift of elven hearing struck Luthien as a curse at the moment.&nbsp; She was enjoying the feel of Volk's cock in her mouth, but the reality was that if she could hear the horses they must be within a mile or so.&nbsp; She raised her head, sitting bolt upright and cocked her head confirming the movement.&nbsp; "Damn..." <br><br>At about the same time, Sarissa sat bolt upright and looked over at the naked Luthien on her knees with her head cocked toward the same direction she was.&nbsp; Their eyes met and for the moment were in companionable agreement and seemingly on the same side. <br><br>Both women jumped up without speaking and at the same moment scrambled for armor and weapons. "Volk," Luthien hissed, "horses approach--move fast, man!"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 11:14:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost insulting as he simply backed away as if she was a piece of furniture and began to change. His face seemed to have reverted to his stern rockhard expression.<br>"From where?" he said as his booted foot ended the life of the already diminishing campfire prematurely.<br>Granted it might just as well be travellers but given the way both ladies reacted he wasn't going to take chances. <br>It took a moment before he had fully tidied up. Taking his shield, he positioned it upwards in the ground and leaned on it.<br>Sarissa seemed oddly nervous. "And how many you think?" he than asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 21:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa was also scrambling to get dressed.&nbsp; "From that direction," she said tilting her head toward the North East. <br><br>Luthien looked at Sarissa and tried to guage her response.&nbsp; " I hear at least three at most seven...as they approach it will come more clear."&nbsp; She had managed to get her leathers back on and was cinching her belt and scabbard to her waist as she tilted her head to listen.&nbsp; She worked quickly to pack things up. No use losing their new equipment if they didn't have to.&nbsp; "Maybe three minutes before they get here...they're speeding up as if they know where we are..."<br><br>She turned toward Sarissa with narrowed eyes, "Okay Sarissa, these your friends?&nbsp; How do they know which direction to head?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 01:00:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Magic. I can sense something strong" she twitched her nose in a way Volk found 'cute'. "Well then... let's gather our things and find cover. Better to prepare to attack them and have initiative if need be" Volk said. <br>"Unless you girls think it's tactically sound to await riders in a clearing?" he said with a hint of fake sarcasm.<br>He motioned towards the edge of the forest.<br>"We should move that way, the area is steeper and the undergrowth quite frustratingly thick".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 00:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien frowned at Volk in spite of herself.&nbsp; What did she care, really, about what he thought of the other woman?&nbsp; When their lives were at stake, such silly nonsense should be avoided entirely.&nbsp; She silently readied her horse with her belongings and made ready to follow Volk.<br><br>Luthien looked at the path he had chosen and said,"Lead on, then..."&nbsp; She turned a quick glance to Sarissa,"But I want the bitch to be between us, I won't have her at my back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 17:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her comment.<br>"Of course... I might get jealous otherwise" he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.<br>Moving towards the undergrowth, he stopped and turned around. He took a small crossbow from his horse and placed a bolt on it.<br>Glancing to the side he noticed Luthien to one side and than heard Sarissa take place to his other side.<br>"So... chasing nobody, me, Luthien or... you Sarissa?" Volk asked softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 00:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa looked at him and smiled, "Volk...You will never trust me will you?"&nbsp; <br><br>She looked back over her shoulder and shivered.&nbsp; "But, no.&nbsp; They are not the ones who sent me after you."&nbsp; She glanced across him at Luthien.&nbsp; "I was, in fact surprised to see you at all.&nbsp; But, it was her that I was to stop. Kill if needed.&nbsp; They didn't tell me she was such a dear little thing.&nbsp; And, the fact she was with you...it saved her life.&nbsp; I might not have thought twice about killing her.&nbsp; I've got a softness for you, Volk, and that's the truth."<br><br>She smiled at him with wide eyes, trying her best to look guileless-though, indeed, it was an impossibility on her part for she never could tell the whole truth and even look honest.<br><br>Luthien overheard Sarissa's comment and raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Oh...goody.&nbsp; The Elven-Drow Volk Fan club."&nbsp; she muttered.&nbsp; Her horse did not like being dragged into the thickets and she had to divert her attention onto calming the animal.&nbsp; She found herself placing her hands on his neck and sending him silent support and explaining to him the need for calm and trust.&nbsp; Amazingly to herself, she managed to communicate with the creature.&nbsp; &nbsp;He calmed down immediately and directly began to follow her lead without balking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 23:24:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If i trusted you my dear... i'd not be worth your attention. Stupid men should die... make for terrible offspring" he said with a surprising cold and casual cruelty.<br>He held onto his crossbow as suddenly a group of black riders approached the campfire.<br>The leader descended and clad in black robes with a cloak like the others he advanced. He seemed to check out the remnants of the campfire.<br>"Still don't recognize the eerie ones ladies?" he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 21:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa shook her head in the negative.&nbsp; Luthien's face, on the other hand, paled.&nbsp; She did recognize them in a way.&nbsp; With her screwed up memory, it was a mixed recognition.&nbsp; She merely whispered,"The circle..."&nbsp; As if that would explain it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 00:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk just sighed "Let's get out of here" he whispered.<br>He threw a glance at Luthien than looked at Sarissa.<br>"Any chance you can 'magic' us to safety or something?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 17:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien resisted the urge to laugh outloud.&nbsp; "Sorry..." she said, almost certain she didn't have that kind of magic.<br><br>Sarissa frowned, "If life were that simple, Volk, we'd all be flitting around by magic."&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien paused, "But, silence...that would help..."&nbsp; She reached for a Sarissa's hand.&nbsp; The drow frowned but put a hand where offered.&nbsp; She placed her other hand on Volk's shoulder.&nbsp; A slight jolt leapt between the three of them.&nbsp; Luthien felt the prickle from her hair going straight for a second but then all was quiet.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled and said rather loudly, "I've placed a sound bubble around us and our horses.&nbsp; They can't hear us or our retreat at all...we can move more quickly. "<br><br>She let go of Sarissa and Volk and ran her hands over her tingling scalp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 00:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm not bad... not bad" he said. "Let us hope they can't detect magic" he said as he moved to his horse.<br>The group of cloaked figures was trying to find them. The leader seemed to hold up the glowing gem once more. And a small sparkle of light sparkled around as if trying to find something or someone.<br>"Hmmm don't like the look of that... whatever it is" Volk stated as he mounted his horse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...he's going to hone in on the bubble, but I'm nearly certain he has to be close enough to see us.&nbsp; We should get moving with some haste, "Luthien answered.<br><br>Sarissa jumped on her mount and said, "I don't like the looks of them...and if I don't like the looks of them, they must be something to avoid."&nbsp; <br><br>All three were now mounted, the women following Volk's lead into the thick and foreboding looking forest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 23:13:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the trio moved of the flicker of magical light, spawned from the ruby moved towards the tree line and slowly the hooded group moved forth, their leader, was on foot and stopped at the trees edge. The beam of light that led to the flicker of magical light curved as the flicker attempted to find it's prey... .<br>"That way!" the leader suddenly said, pointing with a gloved hand. Quickly mounting it's horse, the group slowly began to move, their leader keeping the gem active.<br><br>Meanwhile Volk increased pace. "I think we'd best take a more difficult route" he said.<br>"Suggestions ladies?" he said as they reached a road that ran through the thick forest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 02:21:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we should go hell bent for leather across straight down the road and away, then turn off into the forest again before they can get onto the road themselves," Luthien said, urging her horse forward.<br><br>"Kill&nbsp; the magic...we're practically sending them a beacon," Sarissa hissed. <br><br>Luthien frowned but complied.&nbsp; The path was windy and none of them could see ahead of the first turn in the path.&nbsp; Anyone could be there waiting, but she didn't think...couldn't feel...any presence ahead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 13:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk took lead as they rushed almost dangerously fast forward. Suddenly they reached a bridge.<br>Slowing down, Volk quickly looked around. "We'll cross it" he decided quickly. <br>In the distance Sarissa detected a dark magical tremor. The enemy was still around though not persay in pursuit.<br>Moving onto a muddy little road, they headed forth and past a small stream.<br>Volk was not even entirely sure where they ended up.<br>"How do we know that gem thingy can't find us anyway?" Volk spoke out loud while tightly holding the reigns of his horse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien stopped abruptly, pulling the reigns up tight on her horse.&nbsp; She cocked her head and closed her eyes, listing awkwardly off to the side with an odd look on her face.&nbsp; She reached out and touched the gem with her mind.&nbsp; The horseman holding it yelled out in anger as his hand burned with her touch, but he did not drop the gem.&nbsp; Luthien broke off her trance and said, "Yes...it can find us...but I stalled it for a bit.&nbsp; Maybe ten minutes until he can use it again."<br><br>She said, "I suggest we ride hard and fast and--if we are lucky we can out pace them.&nbsp; The gem can only work within a certain distance.&nbsp; With ten minutes lead, we might be able to outrun them.&nbsp; We don't want to fight these guys if we can avoid it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 22:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I agree" he said. And indeed after ages they seemed to have lost them. <br>"Hmmm we have lost them for now i think... but there's no guarantee they're not going to doom up as soon as we take a breather" he said. "We need a plan... and a destination" the veteran mercenary said. "Those 'trackers' might not even have been human" he stated. Reaching a crossroads, Volk stopped a moment.<br>"Hmm a big city... that might be a good idea..." he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 00:00:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien rubbed her neck.&nbsp; Something she'd done recently seemed to have strained it.&nbsp; She turned to Sarissa,"You know this area&nbsp; better than us, most likely...got any idea of what lays north of here?"<br><br>Sarissa looked back and forth between the two of them.&nbsp; Turning pointedly toward Volk she said,"I think a large city is an excellent idea.&nbsp; I believe we might find one some fifteen miles north--if we are where I think we are...We did go rather crazily through the woods just now."<br><br>Luthien rolled her eyes at the Drow and nodded to Volk,"I agree...big city..lost in a crowd..."&nbsp; <br><br>Sarissa pointed her chin at them to continue on the path they'd already chosen.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 19:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At that moment a magical shield spawned before them momentarily.<br>Partially translucent the light purplish screen was forged from eldritch energies.<br>Volk only stopped just in time as around them hooded figures came.<br>For a moment he assumed they had been caught but he than realized these figures were quite different.<br>He drew his sword and took his shield with surprising speed. He noticed Luthien was still a bit surprised and he spoke "Drow..." he said.<br>His gaze turned towards Sarissa who seemed 'ambiguous' in her response.<br>Crossbows were aimed at her and several shield and scimitar wielding warriors were there.<br>A few males among them, as expected most of them were female. And judging by the attire of a handful females... they were priests of Lolth or Sorceresses of some sort... .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 20:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa looked at the one in charge and said,"So...you found me.."&nbsp; She held up her hands with a smile to show them they were empty.&nbsp; "I was beginning to wonder if you didn't love me anymore..." her voice was filled with sarcasm and her eyes had an underlying malice that anyone who was not blind could see.<br><br>Luthien said, "I don't suppose you have a reward for her capture, do you?"&nbsp; Her teeth showed a smile that was not exactly friendly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 22:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk sighed "Great more pretty but disturbed women... i wonder if there are any sane normal ones left..." he said.<br>"Silence male... do not speak in the presence of your betters"<br>"Betters? If you mean you outdo me in lunacy and the likes... i'm that's right... Spider kisser" he replied.<br>The old wolf was pushing his luck as a few more crossbows were pointing at him.<br>The leading female, one of the Sorceress's didn't continue to talk to him and looked at Sarissa and Luthien.<br>"So you found the Dawnbringer... how 'good' of you...".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 22:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien looked at Sarissa again,"The Dawnbringer?" she muttered with sarcastic laughter.<br><br>Luthien turned back to the leading female and said,"Though, I will admit we are finding her rather amusing.&nbsp; And somewhat helpful."&nbsp; She wiggled her eyebrow meaningfully at the lead female.&nbsp; She held herself up to her full height and said, simply, "I am Luthien.&nbsp; Daughter of Melathuen, Princess of the realm to the south known as Pengaulia.&nbsp; Cousin...perhaps we can work out a deal over this one."&nbsp; The identification surprised even herself.&nbsp; Princess?&nbsp; Luthien felt a calm overcome her as more of her memory slipped back in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 22:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Volk glanced back.<br>"Hmpf Volk sweetie... you aren't going to let them right? Remember the Battle of Yrius?" Sarissa said sweetly.<br>Volk's grip tightened.<br>Yes... it seemed the old Wolf was going to be all honorable and conservatively suicidal about fulfilling debts.<br>How typically... 'Warrior-like'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 23:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien held her hand up to check Volk's rising testosterone based urges to erupt into full fight mode.<br><br>"Perhaps..you've noticed we are being hounded by some nasty looking cloaked figures--and I'm not talking about you..." Luthien said, smiling warmly.&nbsp; "Sarissa has actually been quite helpful to us, and I'm curious just what it is you need her for at the moment.&nbsp; I'd wager that your needs are not...urgent.&nbsp; You could do without her for a few more days.."&nbsp; Luthien pushed the thought toward them like it was their own idea.&nbsp; "Hmm?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 23:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly Sarissa laughed "You do realize they're interested in you too... right?" Sarissa said suddenly.<br>The odd Drow Sorceress glanced at her from the corners of her eyes.<br>"'Dawnbringer'..." she said. "There is the Circle... but there are others too interested in you. Including some old... 'friends' of mine".<br><br>"Friends? Well more like enemies" the leading Drow of the enemy group said, she placed a hand on her hip. "Such luck. An old enemy... and a most desirable target... and as a dealbreaker... a bonus male slave..." she said spitefully and full of confidence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 23:44:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien frowned..."Oh...no one is going to make a slave out of Volk...Not if I can help it."&nbsp; Luthien raised her hand and a brilliant flash of purple light burst out across and toward crossbows and melting them all into their workings.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't like that idea at all."&nbsp; Luthien muttered to herself slightly confused by what she had just done.&nbsp; Grabbing the hilt of her sword she pulled it out with viscious and protective intent. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 22:10:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow leader growled and hissed in the tongue of her people and suddenly the Sorceresses cast spells to nulify the magic of Luthien and her redhaired rival. <br>The males moved forth, scimitars drawn while some had prepared bola's and nets to capture their prey with. <br>Volk kicked one away and parried a blow, urging his horse towards their female leader, hoping to take her out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 01:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien pulled out her sword and started swinging it at one of the men, knowing that their scimitars were not a match for her unique and powerful Elven weapon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even without magic, Luthien had the upper hand against the man she attacked.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 23:53:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The darkskinned little cowards were ganging up on her. One of them threw daggers towards her from behind.<br>Their mere sight made Luthien angry and spiteful. The ancient hatred between Drow and Elves almost imbedded in her psyche.<br>She could hear her love in the distance roaring and judging by the noise, his effective fightingstyle remained crudely violent. Human men really just went for victory... there was no grace in his movements. On the other hand it had a primal feral edge which suited the old dragon just fine.<br><br>Sarissa was trying to use her magic but countered failed. It was then that one of the Drow females attempted to stab her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 02:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien pushed hard against the male drow she was fighting and managed to get a full swing of the blade against him, plunging it deep into his chest.&nbsp; His surprised look lasted only a moment before he dropped to his knees and she withdrew the sword.&nbsp; <br><br>Sarissa barely managed to parry the Drow's attack and she swiveled abruptly on her heel finding her back to back with Luthien, their shoulders touching occasionally as they continued to fight others.&nbsp; Luthien was now paired with another drow female.&nbsp; &nbsp;She spoke over her shoulder to Sarissa,"What the hell is going on Sarissa?&nbsp; Aren't these your people?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 09:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa was reasonably as a fight but she needed Luthien's help. She was a powerful Sorceress and alchemist and her attire was not suited for prolonged combat either. "Yes... well they're not fond of me either" she said.<br>She slipped and Luthien once more intervened. A flustering Sarissa looked surprised "I'll have to repay you once we get out of here..." she said. 'Thank you' was far too hard for a Drow woman but repaying a debt was doable. Especially since though she was a bitch, Sarissa remained a bit an oddball compared to her gothic bdsm counterparts.<br>"They're either on a slaveraid, pissy at me or hired to capture you. Or a combination..." Sarissa said as she kicked her foot upwards, straight into the groin of a Drow male.<br><br>In the distance there was a shriek as Volk had bypassed the magical projectiles swung at him by a Sorceress and than proceeded to stab her. More Drow Males were engaging him now but he fought like a cornered lion and for a moment it seemed they would break and retreat. Just then... a paralyzing bolt slammed into Volk's back and he fell forward, motionless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 19:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa and Luthien both swiveled to watch Volk fall forward motionless even as they continued to fight.&nbsp; Their eyes met briefly and a common bond was forged, that of concern for Volk.&nbsp; Luthien was irked that she recognized in that moment, a clear and easily recognized commonality with this other woman.&nbsp; <br><br>Luthien's rage at seeing Volk fall forward overcame her.&nbsp; Instinct prevailed and she grabbed Sarissa's free hand.&nbsp; The two of them turned together as one unit and an arc of greenish purple light shot from their combined grip toward the leader of the opposing forces and the source of the bolt that had just hit Volk.&nbsp; Neither quite understood what had just happened, Luthien still not really remembering things all that well, and Sarissa had never been coupled with another sorceress in quite this way--they had, perhaps, created something new out of thin air--but it worked.&nbsp; Their magic pushed the leader up and away from the milieu and encircled her in a spherical bubble of magic, holding her there, suspended above all the others and entirely encased and impotent.&nbsp; <br><br>Sarissa and Luthien broke their contact to turn back toward the other Drow and to make their way to their fallen man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 13:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the enemies, clearly one of the more cunning ones moved for Volk and knelt next to him, rolling him over, he quickly placed a curved dagger against the warrior's throat.<br>"Move and he dies..." the male Drow hissed in broken Imperial.<br>He wore light black leather armor and was hooded, hints of white hair were visible underneath. On his back was a small quiver with crossbowbolts and a small crossbow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa and Luthien paused in their efforts.&nbsp; Their eyes were both glued to the knife against Volk's neck.&nbsp; The Drow was clearly intent upon doing damage.&nbsp; Slowly they stepped back from their individual battles and held their weapons in defensive positions, but not completely dropping them.&nbsp; They stood still, and addressed themselves to the female leader.&nbsp; <br><br>"What do you want?" Sarissa asked of the other woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 22:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Drop all weapons you may have upon you and surrender" she merely spat. She motioned towards some of the males. They nodded and two took shackles and slowly approached the two beauties.<br>The way she watched them indicated little more than casual scorn towards them.<br>Men after all were inferior to women in the eyes of Drow society.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 17:25:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien and Sarissa exchanged a glance before they both resigned themselves to the situation.&nbsp; Their swords dropped to the ground in a clatter of metal at the same moment.&nbsp; Luthien gritted her teeth and eyed the leader of the opposition with obvious venom.&nbsp; <br><br>It got Volk out of immediate danger, but now they were captured by Drow who did not have any obvious kindly intent.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 21:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Think fast" Sarissa hissed as the male Drow approached with the cuffs.<br>Confident the leading woman removed her dagger from a seemingly unconscious Volk's neck. But it was at that moment he acted, grapping the Drow's wrist and pulling her down. Smaller and frailer than the strong human, she ended up in a nasty predicament. The dagger in his hand and herself pinned on her stomach by his knee. <br>"New plan... nobody moves or this oldtimer starts poking airholes in the bitch. I gave up on chivalry when i passed 25 so... don't think her gender will make a difference" the veteran barked, catching the Drow of-guard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 21:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa and Luthien bent down warily to pick up their own blades.&nbsp; Sarissa let out a low chuckle, "I knew you'd do that Volk...you are so predictable."&nbsp; Luthien tossed her a tired glance.&nbsp; Did she have to prove that she and VOlk had a history every moment?<br><br>THe drow leader motioned toward her underlings to give up, her eyes filled with anger and defeat.&nbsp; She clearly didn't like having had a male get the better of her.<br><br>She and Sarissa made short work of removing the weapons from their opponents.&nbsp; Soon enough they had them on the ground, hands behind their backs tied with lengths of ropes.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 11:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The leading Drow seemed to experience a mix of anger, hatred, indignation and embarassing arousal at being manhandled by the human male. Brought to her knees Sarissa gave her a kick. "I told you, you'd get into trouble if you chased me Uzallah" Sarissa snickered evilly.<br>"This is a Valsharess, though not a very dangerous one... nor that powerful" she said.<br>"A Houseleader right?" Volk replied.<br>"Yes that's right" she said "You remembered Volk-dear" she said as she caressed his cheek affectionately, aiming to annoy Luthien playfully.<br>The Valsharess suddenly spoke in Drowish...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa's eyes darted back to Luthien's as the Valsharess spoke.&nbsp; It was clear to Luthien that Sarissa was trying to decide between the two sides.&nbsp; She looked at Luthien long and hard and back at Volk again.&nbsp; &nbsp;If the Valsharess had spoken truth, Sarissa could be return home and be a hero if all went according to her plan.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at Volk one more time and...may the gods damn him to hell...turned back to the Valsharess and swung her leg back for a heart kick to her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 15:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The frail Elf was knocked out.<br>And judging by Volk's expression, he was pleasantly surprised.<br>"Nice legwork" he commented. Volk seemed to like a girl that knew how to lash out.<br>Despite his amorous actions in regards to Luthien, some affection for the Drow clearly still lingered. One could only wonder if he might not suddenly opt for her if Sarissa continued as she did.<br>Volk slowly rose up. "Now... shall we loot them and find out what is going on?" he suggested suddenly, there was a flicker of greed in his gaze. 'loot'. Volk was a mercenary in the end and the potential prospect of finding coin was always appealing to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarissa grinned at his compliment.&nbsp; "I've always wanted to punch that bitch anyway.&nbsp; She has been a pain in the ass since we were kids."<br><br>Luthien began collecting weapons and began to tie up their prisoners.&nbsp; "I for one am more interested in why they were after us...how they knew where we were going to be....I don't even know why I'm here or what I'm doing."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 11:56:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"well if those horsemen can follow us... Drow may have a way too. Perhaps they laid in wait, knowing in advance where we needed to go. If so... it would be well worth questioning their leader" he said as he drew a large dagger. His gaze wandered to the bitchy knocked out Sorceress that had led the Drow warband.<br>"She's the leader of a lesser House, she wanted to rise and hence played with high stakes. She may have sold her services like a common mercenary or found out what all this is about and hoped to have at least part of the 'cake'." Sarissa said. She glanced at Luthien "And i was probably a welcome bonus. She once promised me a slow death after being her little whore." an evil smirk appeared on her face. "I hope she'll wake up soon...".<br><br>Volk had moved closer to Luthien and began to assist her in tying people up. 'Accidentally' his hand brushed against hers but as their gazes met, she would easily have gotten the feeling it had not been an 'accident'.<br>Had the redhaired Drow not been there... what would have happened between them last night?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien looked at the unconscious Drow and shook her head. "What I meant is, how does it happen that everyone in the world is suddenly interested in me?&nbsp; What is it about me that makes people chase and try to kill me?&nbsp; I just don't have the whole story yet."&nbsp; <br><br>She shook her head and continued her work, wishing her whole memory would flood back into her.&nbsp; As Volk brushed his hand against hers she met his brief gaze--returning it with a flashing sort of lustful anger.&nbsp; SHe'd rather not share her man, let alone with Sarissa--a Drow she didn't think she could really trust.&nbsp; <br><br>She began searching the pockets and clothing of the men they had captured.&nbsp; Men weren't considered as very important or strong in the Drow world, so it was surprising to find a small tube in the pocket of one of the men.&nbsp; Maybe the leader had thought no one would bother searching the men for anything.<br><br>She pulled it out and found a rather standard tube with a small parchment inside.&nbsp; She pulled it out and found an obvious message of some sort, but in a language she knew she didn't speak.&nbsp; She tossed it toward Sarissa, "What does this say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 13:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no guarantee Sarissa would speak the truth, but it was better than nothing.<br>The gorgeous Drow caught the tube and took a look at the message.<br>Reading it a while in silent contemplation, she glanced at them "It speaks of 'the black ring'... or something like that. They were employed for a healthy sum" she said. "It does mention two names. No idea who they are. They refer to an agent named 'Kraven' and an ally known as 'Yzrael'."<br>Volk scratched his left cheek with his right hand. "Well that doesn't clarify much... at least... for the moment" he glanced at his lover "Names have any meaning to you?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 22:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien shook her head.&nbsp; They didn't sound familiar to her at all.<br><br>"No...though...with my little memory problem, that doesn't mean anything much at the moment."&nbsp; She felt a cold shiver roam up her back as she tried to recall "the black ring" and what it meant.&nbsp; Clearly she knew of it, but she didn't admit it to Sarissa.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would speak of it later to Volk, though it was just a feeling nothing concrete.<br><br>She waved to the prisoners."What should we do now?&nbsp; I don't see any way we can actually take them with us?&nbsp; Do we kill them or just leave them here tied up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..." Volk scratched the back of his head.<br>"Even i frown a bit at killing prisoners but... their leader and her goons may just follow us. They will escape eventually" he noted.<br>Sariss grinned evilly and had already pulled out a dagger, ready to play executioner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mercenary and the Elf</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 23:59:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luthien's head exploded into a searing painful headache,&nbsp; and she slumped to her knees.&nbsp; She grabbed each side of her head with her hands and held it tighter as if to keep everything in one piece.&nbsp; The color drained from her face, and she instinctively dropped her head to the ground. <br><br>Sarissa paused with her knife wondering what the stupid bitch elf was up to now.&nbsp; This whole headachy amnesia bit was getting a bit old from her perspective.&nbsp; She grabbed the Drow leader up to her knees by pulling her hair. Placing the knife edge against her neck, she said, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you."
			</dd>
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