Bound (Omniferious & Subtle Trouble)
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				Title: <strong>Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 18:23:18</strong>
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				Errol was riding high off of a big score, the kind of big score that only magical items can be involved in. Platinum filled his safety deposit box in the Castle Bank now, enough that he could live easily for a year if he chose to. It was why he found himself in one of the more classy, though still definitely seedy, inns within Silvermoon City. It was the sort of place with hardwood floors, a long bar and enough half-orc dishwashers to make you reconsider starting a fight. All told it was the kind of place an adventurer could kick back, relax and be fairly certain they would not end up in an impromptu bar brawl. The fact that the floor was hardwood as opposed to thatched straw was in of itself impressive for a pub in the region where what passed for cleaning in most places was grabbing more hay from the Farmer's Market and dropping it on the floor. Here at Green Eyes the servers would even go so far as to sweep the floor around a table that was recently vacated.<br><br>Green Eyes was one of the few inns in Silvermoon City that was not divided along strictly racial lines. Here halflings and humans intermingled freely with dwarves and elves, even half breeds of all sorts were not batted too much of an eye at. The philosophy seemed to be that everyone's silver was equally valid, it was their behavior that counted. As such the tavern had earned something of a reputation as a mellow place to be, as long as you were not violently opposed to mixing with other species as a significant minority of the City's residents were. That bigotry extended far into the roots of the City, from those that thought "subhumans" should be expelled to merely segregated. At this point in time, it was a contentious issue that had divided the ruling lords for quite some time. Errol, being human, was almost completely unaffected by the situation. His thought was that as long as it appreciated poetry it couldn't be that bad.<br><br>At the moment Errol was a pint or so in, steadily working on sipping his second bottle of thick beer of the evening as he watched the night's entertainment. In the roughly rectangular ground floor that served as the common room there was a stage raised four feet. Performing on the stage was a string band with a willowy elf woman singing something sad. He sat close to the stage at a small table that had room enough to one or two others--it was one of the few spots left available in the inn if one wished to sit in the common room. Once the singer finished her song he flipped a copper onto the stage and reflexively ducked, avoiding the wave of coppers and silvers that sailed onto the stage from several appreciative patrons. After a few heartbeats, once he was sure he would not be beaned in the head with coin, he straightened back up and straightened his navy blue vest. It matched his consuming eyes rather well and complimented the black shirt and trousers he had on. Errol was lucky in that, unlike most men of his species, he had an eye for picking accouterments and clothing that complimented his pale skin, sea deep blue eyes and jet black hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 21:18:51</strong>
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				Rhianan heaved a great sigh, shuffling through the twilight city. It had been a long day. Having been set upon by not one, but two packs of highway men had exhausted her body, patience, and reserves. She was ready for good beer, good food, a good lay, and a good sleep. A slow smile curved full lips as she came into sight of the Green Eyes. It was one of the few taverns she was accepted into, and the best of them all. She pushed open the door as the rain of coins shot across the room. Faltering a moment, to let the last fly, she gazed across the room, and sighed. She would be lucky to get a bed.<br><br>Her boots lightly thudded against the hard wood floor, as she wandered through the room, looking for a seat. Finally, spotting the least occupied table. Finding the smallest one, and the least occupied, she sighed in relief. It was occupied, yes, but luckily it was an attractive male, who seemed to be pleased with himself over something. She slipped into the seat across from him, flashing her customary winning smile, and leaning down, her leathers hugging close to her curves. "Good evening. I hope I'm not a bother, there's nowhere else to sit," she started softly, her voice holding the lilt every person of elven linage inherited. <br><br>A graceful hand flicked her hair near-white back, with a practised ease, as her green eyes meeting his cobalt ones unflinchingly. He was her pray tonight. The tricky part was convincing him that she was the one that had been caught. A serving wench walked by, and she gave a quick glance to her, requesting the common fare. Beer, stew, bread. "Also, please, is there a room?" A quick nod from the harried woman confirmed her request, and she passed three gold pieces to the woman, trusting she could come back with what she'd requested.<br><br>With that, she returned her gaze to the man. She'd already deposited her money into the bank, upon first arrival, to the bank. That was always first. Second was find a man to help her regain and recharge her stores of magic. Unless she was dangerously depleted. But that rarely happened. <br><br>It had taken the academy two years to recognise her 'defect'. Oh, she'd had the potential, but never learned to find the ley-lines, never learned to channel her power. Upon her first tumble with a fellow misfit, she had apparently blossomed overnight. She'd nearly singed the eyebrows off the class upon attempting to start a simple kindling alight. It had taken another month to find the reason why she had found not only her powers, but powers that surpassed all but the highest mages in the order.<br><br>It was a large drawback to need a man to keep her able to defend herself. She wore the leathers of a ranger, and had learned to use the short daggers that&nbsp; hung by her sides quite effectively. She could hold her own without magic, and only used it when desperate. Five men with swords, arrows and dogs had been a desperate situation. Despite already having fought her way through and out of a cavern to regain a chest for some rich noble. They had paid dearly for it, but she had nearly paid much dearer.<br><br>She continued to gaze into his eyes, praying silently he take the bait, though she'd only been turned down twice, by one married man, and one that preferred men, himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 22:10:40</strong>
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				"Evening," Errol replied cordially, arching an eyebrow at the white haired woman that sat across from him. <em>If I am lucky this will have been one of the better days since I arrived here,</em> the thief considered as he reached down to loosen the laces on his boots. They were soft calfskin things that hugged his legs just so, with leather padded soles that lead him pad across most ground without making a noise. While it did not explicitly mark him out as a burglar those such as adventurers who kept morally looser company than most would realize that the boots were made in just the right style to allow for scaling piton attachments. Perfect for digging into the flaky mortar of older stone buildings such as towers and high vaulted warehouses. When Errol looked up from his boots he found himself ensnared within the newcomer's green eyes, a trap cushioned in mud stained leathers and fanged with steel.<br><br>"Ah--I have been derelict. My name is Errol Drift," the man said, holding his right hand out to clasp her wrist in greeting. Politeness was instinctive when it came to meeting attractive women with that exotic splash of Elven that subtly underwrote their features. He had long ago realized that his interest in partners lay in a somewhat more exotic direction than most of his compatriots in Silvermoon. Perhaps... It was Green Eyes, he would be able to indulge in his particular flavor of vice should the green eyed woman across from him be interested. The rogue closed his eyes and chuckled at this coincidental intersection of events. It was almost as though it was fate to meet her.<br><br>Only a few feet away from them the band and the singer picked up the pace with a less sedate song. This time the singer slipped into deeply accented Common and began to lustily belt out a song about how a bard stole a lord's woman from beneath him. The tavern was, as ever, in something of a dull uproar. Only a moment after he had extended his arm did another serving woman return, wordlessly sliding her drink on the table in front of Rhianan. The server flashed the fingers of one hand to give her white haired customer a rough estimate of when her food would arrive. The servers at the Green Eyes were known for being ridiculously inaccurate, so smart money was on Rhianan waiting for some time before getting her food.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 22:43:14</strong>
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				"I'm Rhianan," she replied, giving no last name. She had given that up for sake of privacy, same as having left the academy with a few books she'd stolen, as soon as her mentor had tried to force himself on her for the sake of learning. Her wrist clasped his firmly, as she flashed him a smile once more. She nodded thanks to the woman, and settled back. She was tall, and graceful from her father's side, though she had gotten her curves and warmth from her mother. Though graceful for a human, she was a disaster on two feet by any elf's standards.<br><br>"May I ask what brings you here?" She asked over the din, ignoring the singer. She'd heard that song before, and better. The elf was performing in a human town because she could not get work on an elven one. Perhaps she'd whelped a half human bastard, perhaps she was just slightly flat. Rhianan had borne witness to elven cruelty. She had a very low opinion. But then, humans never struck her as much better.<br><br>She hated this game of words, gestures. She sipped the beer slowly, her eyes staring at him over the rim of her mug coyly. Most brothels did not house men, and even if she did, it was rarer still for a halfie to be admitted. And when she had the few occasions to choose for herself, had the luxury of not weaving a web of seduction, it had never been a very good charge. It was too false. What she wished she could fine was a companion who could keep up, keep her full, and pull his own weight. Shame she didn't trust anyone enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 23:21:59</strong>
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				"Yes, you may." Errol replied to the coy, curious smile that housed surprisingly white teeth. When he had moved to the city as a boy he was surprised that those lived in Silvermoon had yellower teeth than those from the outlying farm communities. Only later in his life had he learned this was attributed to chewing kalma root, a common enough pass time. It served as a delightful muscle relaxer and gave you a pleasant buzz behind the eyes, leaving you sighing and lazy. "I am here to drink good oatmeal stout," the thief tapped the side of his clay mug with two fingers, "to celebrate a good day. I made a good bit of money off a gentleman. I am a professional tumbler."<br><br>As an accomplished liar Errol knew the key to an excellent falsehood was couching it in so much truth that it had the affect of honesty. It was certainly true he had made money off a gentleman and it was true that he was a performer, though that was mainly between jobs when times got rough. He still practiced and enjoyed acrobatics, it often came in handy in his particular field of work, though the majority of his money came from theft these days. The only ruffle Errol could spot in his own lie was that his clothes were a touch too fine for an acrobat, though he could be a particularly successful one, especially if he was performing for low level nobles. With an adept flick of the wrist a copper appeared between the index and ring fingers of his left hand, "Copper for your story?"
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 23:41:58</strong>
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				A genuine smile lit her face, and a oft chuckle bubbled in her chest. "I recovered a bit of stolen property, today. Seems we both have reason to celebrate," She replied, folding her elbows on the table. "A tumbler, uh?" She asked, a finely arched eyebrow quirking up. "You must be doing very well for yourself." She replied, eyes taking in his finery. Just then, the woman returned, with a full bowl of stew. Rhianan thanked her, slipping her a copper piece, before turning to her bowl. "I hope you can excuse my rudeness. It's been a busy day," she offered, as way of explanation, before falling on the bowl, fishing a travelling spoon from her satchel, and kicking it between her feet. She looped the strap around one ankle, before beginning to eat the stew, a groan escaping her as she began to chew a beef chunk, her eyes closing.<br><br>She swallowed, and laughed softly. "Best stew I've ever had, here," she smiled, looking down in half-feigned bashfulness. "I've always loved food," she added. It was truth. The reason she'd found her power was Darren had made her an excellent cake for her birthing-day.&nbsp; They'd fancied each other for quite some time. It had taken a month for them to be at each other's throats. "Perhaps I could bribe a performance from you?" She asked, both eyebrows raising now, er chin dropping to gaze at him suggestively.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 23:59:45</strong>
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				"I have been doing well for myself. Rudeness excused,"&nbsp; he responded with a genuinely sincere smile. Her good nature seemed catching, though it was slightly troubling that she was the kind to recover stolen goods. <em>What of it, though? I've yet to be caught.</em> The thief waved two fingers at the quick moving serving woman to signal for another loaf of bread. As a personal rule Errol did not drink without food of some sort to accompany it, he had the capacity to become an ugly drunk on unlucky days. It was something he had inherited from both of his parents, a pair of inveterate drunkards if there ever were. Errol's father had lost three toes off his left foot when he drunkenly dropped searing tongs on his bare feet. It had been a hard time for a while after that. As an after thought he pushed the copper across the table to Rhianan with one long, blunt finger. There were scars ringing his wrists with chewed up bubblegum knuckles.<br><br>There was something open and bare about the woman sitting across from him, as though she did not give much thought to the opinions of others around her. Errol enjoyed that willful confidence in a woman. He took another drink off his pint, savoring the smooth, smoky flavor of Green Eyes oatmeal stout. "Perhaps," he said around his drink as he brought it down. Now his eyes were nearly twinkling with hidden laughter, "What would you have to bribe me with?"
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 00:58:03</strong>
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				Rhianan laughed softly at Errol's question. "Well what would you have in mind?" She asked, propping her chin on a palm. "You don't seem to need much in the way of money. There is good food here. I can assume you have lodgings of some sort..." She continued, scrutinizing him, before spooning a potato into her mouth. She narrowed her eyes, and chewed thoughtfully, her fingers drumming against a high cheekbone. After swallowing, she let out a soft hum. "What to offer?" She asked. 
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 01:03:46</strong>
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				For a moment Errol executed the pretense of drumming his fingers against the table and looking thoughtful. He even had the wherewithal to pensively chew on his lower lip, giving him the air of someone in solemn thought. "Well I have all the money I need for now. My clothes are nice. My stomach is full. My beer is good. My company is excellent. Maybe..." Errol sighed, leaned back and shook his head. He waved the possibility of his suggestion into the air with a few flippant flicks of the wrist. "Never mind."
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 01:18:05</strong>
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				"What?" She asked, eyes narrowing further, and leaning forward, as if she didn't know. She was quite sure she did. She had nearly put her elbow in her bowl, on purpose, only grazing the rim instead. He was so easy. And she was plying him like a harp. She knew she could get him in bed in... maybe half an hour. Her eyes pierced him, s if she were staring inside of him, or at least his clothing. She'd perfected the art of seduction over the past four years. She'd apprenticed to both a thief, and a whore. Occasionally she had men that she would meet repeatedly in the same towns. There was attraction, friendship and sex. They did not know she needed it, none of her partners did. They never would. Nobody would. Not ever again.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 01:27:31</strong>
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				"Tell me your favorite joke," Errol demanded with a wicked smile at the woman who had go so far as to nearly plant her elbow in her stew. For a moment his breath caught in his throat, his eyes trapped unwavering and unblinking, noting how intense her green eyes really became when her hair framed them like that. It was as though the world had momentarily narrowed down to one thing; disregarding all sound and lingering tastes, forgetting the willowy elf's cheerful innuendo and the half-orc dishwasher grunting a greeting around his tusks at the bartender. Everything he had left for a single moment lingered in the steadfastness of her gaze just the same as a deer gazing into headlights. "I do like to laugh."
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 01:39:45</strong>
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				A surprised laugh escaped her chest, and she leaned back. "Hum..." She finally replied, a smile still lingering at the corners of her lips. "I don't know many jokes..." She replied, turning back to pensive. Finally, something dawned on her face. "All right, Errol," she said, pinning him with a challenging look, "What's invisible and smells like carrots?" She asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 01:49:10</strong>
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				Errol snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "I just do not know. Please educate me." He leaned forward in his chair as though a student eager to learn. His eyes were wide and he was clearly doing his best not to laugh. When Rhiana had laughed he only managed to seem as pleased with himself as with a cat that had a saucer of milk. The server came by and dropped a warm loaf of bread hurriedly on the table in front of him. Without paying attention he grabbed the small circular lump and tore of a chunk, preparing to consume it to soak up the beer in his stomach.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 01:57:00</strong>
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				"Rabbit flatulence," She replied, mimicking his snap-and-point. She grinned to him a moment, before bending back down to her stew. She finished t in short order. She was so hungry, and so tired. Her face didn't show, had she been full human she would be sallow, eyes sunken. Instead, she had to get him into bed, the sooner the better, and then get some sleep. He had caught her by surprise. She'd expected a bold-faced proposition. Maybe he would actually be interesting.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 02:05:11</strong>
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				The thief enjoyed the banter of meeting of someone new, especially if they were pretty half-Elves in leathers. The stains gave her an earthy look that did not come from her Elven heritage, but rather as a testament to the character of her being, as did the decidedly brazen display of daggers. Next to her Errol looked like a soft skinned mark. He genuinely enjoyed the quick wit of the unexpected punchline, "That was good. Know what happens when you cross a rhinoceros and an elephant?"
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 02:11:50</strong>
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				She hummed softly in reply, pursing her lips, and tapping her chin with a finger. "A rhinoceros with very large ears?" She guessed, shoulders rising in&nbsp; shrug. She began to mop the remaining broth with her bread, and beginning to eat it slowly. It was easy to banter with him. It was lovely. He was interesting. He didn't respond like she was used to. He was a challenge. Normally that would be good, but she knew that she needed wither him or someone else. She really didn't want to have to go, select the most washed half-orc and invite him up to her room. Or a drunk human. She'd set her sights on this one.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 02:35:09</strong>
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				Errol winked, gave an expressive shrug and quickly said, "Hell-if-I-know." Once the song died down Errol ducked for the obligatory shower of coins before popping up with a limberness that marked him out as an acrobat or particularly talented roof runner, depending on your perspective. The man was neither particularly tall nor particularly short, standing a couple inches before six feet, though there seemed to be very little that was unnecessary about his frame. Without warning he stripped off his vest, bunched up the sleeve of his shirt to elbows, gripped the edge of the stage and smoothly hauled himself up with a powerful jump. He spoke with the singer and the hand drummer in hushed tones with an open, disarming stance. After a moment's haggling the singer stepped off the stage and the beat began.<br><br>"Hi! My name's Errol, the woman with the white hair made me do it." He brazenly pointed out Rhiana, sitting so close to the stage, caught hovering over food. With that and a smile that made his frosty cobalt eyes gleam Errol turned, fell over himself, and somehow at the last second turned an embarrassing face plant into a seamlessly executed cart wheel. Once his feet touched the ground again he leaped backwards, spinning a perfect three hundred sixty degrees and landing exactly where he had started. The thief had the wherewithal to have a sheepish grin on his face as though that had all been an accident. With an equal amount of accidental aplomb he stumbled, as though drunk after painting a sloppy grin on his face, and somehow managed to find himself balancing on one hand with his legs spread nearly flat above him. His legs twisted and he spun, whipping his feet back to the ground before he broke out in a sudden sprint at the wall. Without hesitation he planted one feet after another up it and kicked back, flipping end over end in the air before coming to a skidding halt on the ground approximately where he had began with a flourish and a bow.<br><br>However, Errol looked up a moment too soon and ended up being hit square in the eye by a silver piece. The thief hissed and brought his hand up to his eye before jumping off the stage. "All good deeds, right?" He commented while wiping a fine sheen of sweat off his face with the vest he had left dangling over the back of his chair. He had felt save in the assumption that Rhiana would not allow his things to get stolen.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 02:44:42</strong>
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				Rhianan was caught with unexpected giggles at his reply, and pressed a hand over her mouth to silence herself. Her eyes widened, as he spirited himself off, turning to see where he went. Her mouth dropped open, as he brazenly announced himself, colour rising in her cheeks. She was not used to that sort of treatment. Being the centre of one man's attention was much different than the centre of everyone's. She watched as he tumbled, eyes wide, watching him work through a series of stunts she doubted she could even try to imitate. She admired the way his body moved, and how he not only did the stunts, he sold them as well.<br><br>She winced as the silver coin shot him in the eye, and grimaced softly as he returned. "Here, let me see," She replied to his wry comment, reaching to pull his hand away, and to assess the damage. She doubted it was serious, but he would likely have a purple eye. As her hand wrapped around his wrist, she felt a slight shock, and paused, frowning, before shaking her head, and pulling his hand away from his eye, tsking slightly a the already-swelling lid. "We'd better get a cool cloth on that," she assessed.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 02:56:04</strong>
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				For some reason once Rhianan was clutching his wrist his half swollen eye did not seem to hurt quite so much. Errol's hand turned in her grip and thoughtlessly caressed the palm of her hand as he drew it gingerly back to his eye. He couldn't help but smile when she carelessly said 'we.' "C'mon, let's talk to the bartender about it." With that he pivoted on one heel and wove through the tables, some of the occupants made the occasional snicker or cringe when they looked at him. There had been a ripple of laughter in the crowd when he was whacked in the eye by the coin.<br><br>"Hey, mind if I get a cool towel for my eye?" Errol asked the bartender, a compact woman with spiraling tattoos down one arm and up her neck. She wordlessly nodded, grabbed a clean towel seemingly at random and dunked it in a small tankard of water. She loosely rung it out and tossed it to the performer. He barely missed catching it and ended up with the towel wrapped around his face. Errol couldn't help but snicker as his predicament as he rearranged the towel around his eye.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:03:55</strong>
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				Her breath caught, as his fingers strayed across her palm. She swallowed softly, before nodding and following him through the crowd. It wasn't often she felt like her stomach had dropped out after touching a man. That usually meant that it would be a wonderful night. She enjoyed affection with her partners. The occasional infatuation was difficult, but worth it. She laughed softly, as the towel all but mummified his face, and covered her mouth demurely. <br><br>"Come on, let's go somewhere quieter. They need our table anyhow," She suggested, leading him to the stairs behind the inn, and handing the room chit that had been on the side of her tray to the burly man guarding the stairs. He grunted instructions to her, before stepping aside. Hers was the third door on the left. There would be water for washing. She lead the way up the stairs, her form fitting doeskin trousers cupping her ass and thighs like a lover as she lead the way, and pushed the door open.
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				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:14:26</strong>
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				The invitation to go somewhere quieter was one most men enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when the person voicing the invitation had the particular ability to make his heart throb with a smile. He silently padded after Rhiana, quietly enjoying the way her pants clung to her rear, biting the inside of his cheek to smother the impulse to reach out a hand and touch. Things were moving somewhat more rapidly than he had expected them to. Errol had been set in and prepared for a few hours of getting to know one another, of carefully flirting and giving each other coy, hinting smiles. When they passed the burly fellow on the stairs the two men traded significant glances at one another, as occasionally unintentionally was known to occur.<br><br>Once Rhiana pushed the door open he reached out and put a hand on her waist, then nudged the door shut behind them. "I think I'm going to have to admit something to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan looked back at him, as his warm hand cupped her waist, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "What is it?" She asked softly, before glancing at the room. "Actually... One moment. I want to take a better look at your eye." She added. She moved to the fire, and grabbed a stray piece of straw from the mattress. Lighting it's end, she began to light the tapers in each corner of the room, and the one standing on the scrubbed wooden table. There was a matching chair, which she pulled out, and gestured for him to sit in.<br><br>She itched to heal him, but couldn't dare. Not for a bruise. Not until she was charged once more. That could easily render her completely without defence. She gained power from life force. It was commonly in abundance while two people engaged in sexual activities. She could also use her own excess energy. She had frequently drained herself to the point of day-long bouts of unconsciousness. She could not afford that. Not now, not ever. <br><br>She hated that she flt compelled to ignore the way his hand warmed her, how she could feel a chill where it had set for a moment. But she wanted to be sure that it was only a bruise, and that he hadn't been blinded. "Please," she added. "Humour me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The chair was more comfortable than Errol had expected--it nearly perfectly supported the small of his back and cupped his head when he leaned back to let Rhianan examine him. He reached up to lightly grip the half elf's wrist and brought her open palm to his mouth for a kiss. "I have been wondering what it would be like to suck on your tongue. Do tell me if I have stepped out of line," he added on the tale end of a small blush. With most women the thief was not nearly so forward, but there was something special about this one, with her mud stained leathers and her piercing green eyes and how her face lit up when she smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That did give her pause n her examination. Luckily he was fine. It would not be hard to heal him once she was not in danger of a coma. She gaped at him for a moment, "I..." Said tongue flicked out to wet her lips, and she looked down, coyness, for once, coming naturally. "No, you haven't it's just..." Even the pointed tips of her ears were red. "It was unexpected, is all," She added, her eyes meting his again. She was close. He was close. She swallowed nervously, and leaned a bit closer to him, her eyes bearing into his. "I can't say I know how it is to suck on my tongue," She added, voice dropping an octave. "Maybe you could report back to me?" She added, her lips scant inches from his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol's other arm snaked out to grab the hem of Rhiana's leather pants and pulled her onto his lap. "I would be delighted to," he informed her before pressing their lips together. The hand he had gripped her wrist with loosened before pulling away to caress the back of her neck, a touch that expanded into cupping her head as they kissed, fingers tangled in her hair. While banter was enjoyable, there was a thrill to finely indulging in his fantasy of capturing her lower lip between his teeth and sensuously pulling on it until her flesh slid completely free from his teeth. His tongue dipped into her mouth when their lips met again, slowly drawing her tongue into his own mouth by affectionately caressing her gum line and tongue. Errol clearly enjoyed kissing, given the low, pleased hum that was emanating from his throat.<br><br>Rhiana's tongue was caught between his full lips, locked into the gentle suction of his mouth as he pulled his head away again, agonizingly slowly. It was intoxicating to breath the same air as this woman, to have his entire nose filled with her very particular, very feminine scent once he was so close. After a moment of silently brushing his lips against Rhiana's hot, warm mouth Errol finally declared, "I have to report that sucking on your tongue is absolutely <em>fantastic</em>. I may have to worry your lip again--for further inquiry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan emitted a soft squeak as he jerked her forward onto his lap, his lips conquering hers. A soft sound escaped her throat, as his fingers tangled in the silken white strands. She nearly melted s his teeth pressed into her lip, her eyes rolling back slightly behind closed lids. He was a heated knife, ad she was butter. She was powerless beneath his mouth, her lips moulding to his, tongue stroking his, obediently venturing into the gentle suction of his mouth. She was glad she was sitting, she doubted she could stand. Another moan escaped her throat as he slowly pulled back, the hot, tingling sensation of her tongue slowly slipping from his mouth. <br><br>She panted, her eyes slowly opening, unfocused, to meet his. A soft whimper escaped her at his words, and she nodded. "Please do," She barely whispered, before pressing her lips hard against his, her own lips trapping his bottom one to suck, coaxing blood to the forefront, before nipping it softly, her tongue coming to caress his flesh by way of apology, before she pulled back a moment, her lips pressing to his a split second later, again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The coppery taste of blood greeted his mouth after Rhianan's passionate kiss, her teeth dragging across his lip with heart pounding intensity. He barely managed to capture her lips again and this time he was as merciless as her, even going so far as to suck her lip back into his mouth when he was on the very edge of letting go. He gently drew her head backwards so that his mouth could fall upon the soft skin of the woman's neck. His lips sucked and nipped at her skin, even going so far as to mark her clavicle with his teeth. He had not bitten down hard enough to draw blood, just enough to hear the woman on his lap sigh. A furnace was alight in the pit of his stomach, only stoked by the taste of the half elf's flesh beneath his tongue, the feeling of her soft hair encompassing his fingers, the press of his hand against the flesh of her waist.<br><br>It was as though every touch bled energy into his fingers. His fingers scrabbled at the buttons of her leather top, pushing and pulling at them so he could get to her soft, pliant skin. "I've heard," he said in a devilish tone, "that the tips of pointy ears are quite sensitive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's head dropped back at his soft tug, and a shudder ran down her spine as his mouth met her neck. She was putty in his hands. As his teeth pressed against her, she whimpered, squirming, her hips grinding down against him. It flt like a cord connected her womb to him, every movement he made tugged it. Her leathers finally loosened, and her hands fumbled to shrug to outer skin off, a linen shirt sticking to her body beneath. She nearly screamed as his voice sounded again, close to her neck, her ear. With a whimper she nodded. "Not just the tips," she all but choked, her spine crawling in pleasure, heart pounding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol worked the hem of Rhianan's linen shirt upwards as their lips once again met, completely unafraid to rock his hips back against her grinding, to press the rock hard bulge trapped beneath his smooth trousers. He pulled her shirt off and threw it lazily to the floor before once again cradling her head in one of his large hands. "Really?" He whispered in a confident, dirty tone into her ear before tentatively dragging the very tip of his tongue up to the point of her ear. His other hand caressed a soft breast, drawing his thumb around the colored skin surrounding her pert nipple. Once his tongue was at the point he slowly descended his lips to curious suck, gauging her reaction to assuage his admittedly lust driven curiosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:22:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A cry escaped her, as she shuddered, his low tone doing as much, if not more, than his tongue tentiavely running up the outer shell of her ear. She gripped his arms, her hips meeting his. She pressed her breast into his hand, knees locking on ether side of his hips. Another cry, as he gently sucked on her ear, her back arching her further into his palm, her fingers biting into his upper arms. "Err-ol" She gasped, amazed at how fast t he had stoked her, how for she was already, how much she wanted him. Usually it was a union of need, not want. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleased with himself, Errol let his teeth lightly graze over the tip of Rhiana's ear before his tongue darted down to explore the intricate folds and bumps of her ear. The pattern was slightly different than a human's, more suited for picking up noise, more suited for being kissed with a lobe that cried out to be nibbled on. He had been surprised at how excited she was to feel him, at how hard she pushed herself into his hand. His heart seemed to be thundering in his chest, racing every time she ground her thighs against him, his skin increasingly suffused with a red blush of passion. A wave of hot air blasted from his lips to blow on her moist ear. "<em>Rhiana</em>," he whispered teasingly with a singsong tone to his voice. His lips marched from her temple down her chin, planting kisses between words, "You. Are. Completely. Utterly. Amazingly. <em>Beautiful</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's breath caught again, her back arching, stiff. Her core was hot, matching the heat from his trousers, complementing it. She winced with every breath against her ear, his voice nearly driving her to scream. "Shut up," She begged, hands gripping his shoulders, one sliding to fasten in the back of his hair, forcing her lips on his, all but devouring him in her haste.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:04:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol felt himself cut off before he managed to put together a retort to Rhianan's plea by her eager mouth, sending a wave of tingles down his body to his toes. The feeling of her fist tangling in his black hair made the thief all but gasp while they kissed. He pressed himself as close as he could to her, hands reaching down to lace beneath her firm rear, before he stood up and slowly thudded to the bed. He turned sideways and fell onto the bed so he would avoid bodyslamming the woman engaging him with her attention snatching mouth. Once he was beginning to feel his chest tighten the thief managed to push himself aside from her mouth, sliding his stubbly cheek across her smooth skin. His hands settled on the waist of her pants and ineffectually tugged to communicate his desire, struck wordless with desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's legs encircled his waist as he lifted them, moaning into his mouth. She arched as they fell to the bed, his jaw rasping against her cheek, her back and neck stretching to offer herself to him. Her breathing was a whirlwind of chaos, chopping one moment, deep the next. He was driving her past sanity. She shimmied her hips, freeing one hand from his hair to push at the waistband, unhooking a leg from his waist to try and get rid of them, before her other hand slid down, grasping at his shirt, giving it the same tug to say 'you, too'. It was a losing battle. She got the waistband past her hip, before she was trapped, growling into his ear with frustration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a struggle to removed his long sleeved shirt in the tangle of their limbs. He finally managed to pull it off and push off the bed between kisses, revealing the kind of torso one would expect from someone who could run at a wall and do a flip. His muscles rippled every time he moved, warm and hard beneath his, in some places scarred or burned, skin. He simultaneously pushed his boots off and shimmied down the bed, planting a trail of kisses from Rhianan's neck, through the valley of her cleavage, making certain to dip his tongue playfully into her belly button, before his fingers curled around her waistband. He leaned backwards into the pulling motion and nearly stumbled when they slipped over her athletic thighs. Rhianan's trousers dropped in a pile next to her quickly removed boots. Errol unlaced his trousers and quickly stepped out of them before he fell onto the bed next to Rhianan, naked as the day he was born.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:32:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's hand helped pull his shirt, hands running over his well-muscled back before she had the chance to see it. She squeaked, as his warm, wet tongue dipped into her belly button, and she squirmed in response. When he pulled back, the chill air caught up with her, and she shuddered, fingers snatching at him to pull him back, eyes feasting as he shucked his, and her, clothes. She was beginning to wonder if he had feigned the clumsiness or not. He was gorgeous, her eyes dragging down his body, pausing at the scars. She could heal those. Hell, the only reason she wasn't a mass of scars was she had learned healing first. It took an alarmingly small amount of magic, and a lot of concentration. <br><br>She welcome him back into the bed, arms entrapping him, mouth grazing his rough jaw, breath hot against his neck. She rolled them, landing on top, sitting on his hips, crouched over him like a tiger to her kill, him cradled between her bottom. She groaned into his ear, nuzzling, tongue teasing up the column of his neck, just the tip, leaving serpentine trails of wetness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:48:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol smiled at the woman crouched over him with half lidded eyes that seemed little more than simultaneously hungry and pleased. When her tongue marked the thin flesh of his skin the man's member felt as though it throbbed as it rubbed against the half-elf's flesh. His breath was caught in his throat after an excited gasp that gave away how on edge he was more than his length ever could. Once Rhiana's nose brushed against his chin in one of her licks his hips bucked futilely upwards, slapping into her firm ass. One of Errol's hands shot up and clenched Rhiana's waist, "I want you. <em>Now</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slow smile crossed Rhianan's lips, as his hips bucked. She was on top, she was in control, and she was not whimpering beneath him. Her finger pressed against his lips, and she laughed softly. "You do?" She asked, eyebrows arching, a mischievous quirk twisting her lips. "What's in it for me?" She asked, sitting up a bit, her thighs wrapping around his waist, like he was a prized jumper. Her fingernails trailed his chest, teasing, blowing slowly against his heated flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:02:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol let out a long, low groan that turned into something softer when she blew on his hot flesh. He reached forward and grabbed hold of Rhianan's wrist. Once her captive hand was nearly his mouth he drew out one of her fingers and kissed the pad. His teeth gently grazed the sensitive pad before lightly sucking on it with his full lips. This time his hips arched upwards in a more controlled fashion, rubbing their hot, slick skin together. His other hand reached forward and caressed one of her breasts, "Have you ever <em>fucked</em>," there was a dirty little glee in the word, "someone with an ass muscular enough to send him flipping through the air?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:06:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes half closed as his mouth captured her finger, the slow suck tugging at her chest and womb. "Have you," she countered, leaning down to nip his bottom lip, "ever <em>fucked</em>" She imitated his inflection perfectly, "A healer-mage?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. She had enough energy from their play to heal his eye, now, which she did immediately, half to shop, half to make him prettier. She could be selfish. She gave her hips a twist against his pelvis, grinding her ass back against him. Her smile turned feral. "If you haven't you're in for a treat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:50:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol twitched when he felt a sudden healing coolness spread through his eye, the product of a touch that he seemed hypersensitive to. One of the thief's hands came down on Rhiana's firm rear before he pulled her forward as he rolled his hips upwards, taking his time to rub against her sensitive flesh. "If I'm in for a treat," he pushed her far forward enough to nuzzle her sensitive ear with his nose, "then why are we still talking about it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bucked forward with his action, the desired result, his mouth finding it's place beside her ear. She shuddered, a moan catching in her chest.&nbsp; He'd already found how to make her melt. Tonight was going to be interesting. Rhianan decided to fight fire with fire, then. She twisted her hips back, her sensitive folds finding his member, sliding him against her and wetting him. She turned her face to nip his neck, tongue laving the place immediately, before she blew cool air across it. "I'm not convinced you... want... it." She purred into his ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 03:04:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low, ragged gasp reverberated from Errol's mouth as Rhiana slid her warm, inviting sex against his thick member. One of Errol's hands reached around the half elf's left shoulder and the affectionately caressed her elbow up to her forearm before grasping it in one clever hand. His teeth found their place on her soft clavicle when he pulled her down to the right and rolled suddenly atop her without warning. He pushed her arms above her head and hurriedly caught both of her wrists in one big hand. "I don't want it?" He hissed, half amused and half offended. His finger tips carressed the mage's full lips, even going so far as to brush against the inside of her full lip, to graze against her healthy white teeth. In a single sinuous movement that proved his acumen he rubbed up and down the length of Rhiana's wet sex, rolling his stomach to push against her. He pushed one of her legs out and rolled his hips to the right, leaving her wet sex vulnerable and open. With the fingers wetted with Rhiana's saliva he slowly pressed against those sensitive folds, "<em>I</em> don't want it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 03:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan couldn't help but squeak as he flipped them over so easily, his teeth again pinning her, his hands sweeping her arms captive. Her lips parted, as his fingers slid against her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste the soft pad of his finger, her eyes widening slightly, as his hips rolled, her own sliding against his in reply, teasing him, teasing her, they were so close. Her lower stomach clenched, as she pressed against him, barring his trance, but sensuously embracing him, even as he shimmied her legs further apart. She pouted as he pulled away, only to replace his length with his moistened fingers. She gasped, eyes closing. "Prove... me wrong" She challenged, her eyes, darkened with desire, meeting his once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 03:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a long moment Errol considered teasing there, trapping her limbs and keeping her on the edge for as long as possible. As cruel as it would be to slide the pads of his fingers between the folds of her flesh, even going so far as to caress them so that they rubbed together, he decided to blaze ahead on and do just that. He playfully nipped at her nose and mouth, "Tease <em>me</em>," he said in a low tone with a broad smile. He planned on replacing his hand at about the time she ground her pelvis into his palm. His mouth pressed against her's in a long, consuming kiss. "What do <em>I</em> have to gain from..." His cobalt eyes skipped rakishly down the half elf's beautiful form, "this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 04:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan gasped as his fingers began the dance across her folds, and groaned, arching beneath him in protest. Her mouth repaid his kiss in full, lips pressing, embracing his, her tongue skimming along them, that line where lip met mouth, meeting his tongue for a duel. Her breathing was ragged, from the kiss, from the challenge. How did he expect her to tease him without use of her arms, or much from her legs? She craned her neck, her soft cheek brushing his rough one, her mouth invading the personal bubble of his ear. "Do you trust me?" She purred, plotting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 18:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol could hear the scheming in Rhiana's voice when her lips came so near to his ear, he could hear the smile as well. The thief loosened his grip on her wrist, "I'm laying naked, half on top of you, with my prick exposed," he said by way of answer. His tongue dipped into the half elf's ear once again as he so enjoyed playing her like an instrument, learning the symphony of her small noises. The tip of one blunt finger edged its way inside of her sex while his palm caressed the hard pearl that reigned supreme over her sex. A whisper, "Of course I trust you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 15:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A moan escaped her, and her back arched against him, as his tongue dipped into her ear, the moan catching as his finger invaded her. She was tense, and he was strumming her like a lute. Making her sing. And then she opened to him, let her feelings assault him, the helpless submission every touch to her neck and ear elicited, the sharp bolts of pleasure to her lower belly from his palm, the wonderful feeling of his finger just teasing her insides. And then, she began to cause the skin on his member to heat, tingle slowly in wave cresting at the tip, his malls to tighten slightly, a slow heat suffusing them. That was why laying with a healer was so wonderful. She could manipulate his skin, his body, and she also knew where the sensitive spots were, even if she could not magically heal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 17:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One word Errol would have used to describe Rhianan's use of her magic would be unfair, the other would be the powerless moan that crept from his mouth and into her ear. Her sensation mixed with his own was incredibly intense, enough to make him roll his eyes upwards in their sockets and curl his toes. This was a completely new experience for the rogue, completely unexpected--he had heard things, of course, but never expected it to be just this good. "I just..." He mumbled, nuzzling into her ear, "I just..." His palm ground against her clit as his legs shook with excitement and pleasure. He finally managed to breath out, "I just want to be <em>inside</em> you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 17:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His moan nearly undid her. Every sound, every move he made flowed energy into her stores. She would not want for days, maybe weeks. Another soft noise escaped her, as his mouth and nose brushed her ear, his voice driving to her core, the warm helpless feel, the convulsive tensing of her lower stomach, the lightning pleasure, it all reverberated through her and back to him. And she could feel his, as well, how she manipulated his skin, his nerves, how she cupped him without hands. "Good enough tease?" She gasped, her hips rolling beneath him, as her eyes stared at the ceiling. "Do it, then.." She whispered back, as he finally managed to formulate a sentence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 17:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pushed himself up from his position half-pinning Rhiana until he was sitting with his legs folded beneath him, member hard and so incredibly hot. He leaned forward and grasped the half-elf's hips in both hands. He pulled her upwards so that her round ass was against his knees, then leaned forward, put an arm around her waist and another around her shoulders and pulled her up so that she was straddling him. The sensation of her smooth skin against his flesh made him sigh and shudder again, his half lidded eyes heavy with lust and anticipation. After a moment of rubbing his member up and down her slit Errol pushed himself into her entrance, letting a low moan escape his lips. He pulled the half elf's head forward so that his lips were at her sensitive ears and in hushed whispers, his torso undulating and hips rolling into her, "You're going to <em>scream</em> my name."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 17:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved with him, her back arching as he set her hips on his knees, slowly sitting up as he pulled her. She moaned softly, as his member slid between her slick folds, her arms coming up to encircle his shoulders, pulling them tight against each other. His heat against her was intoxicating. Rhianan inhaled sharply, as he rolled his hips, piercing her to the core, everything intensifying, the flow, the feedback between the two. He filled her, and she clutched him. Again, noises escaped from her, with every roll of his hips, hers matching his. A high pitched moan as his lips pressed beside her ear,is voice low, a command.A challenge. She didn't respond. He knew what she was feeling, and she knew what he was. With every withdraw, she tightened around him, gasping at the twin sensations, her fingernails pressing into his back, every breath a gasp, a moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It surprised Errol how easily they moved together, the rhythmic pace they both automatically fell into. The sharp feeling of Rhianan's fingernails painting his back was a pungent counterpoint to the whirlwind of pleasure, the intense cycle of feedback as he felt her feeling him feeling her. His mouth somehow found her ear and eagerly sucked on the pointy tip before grazing and nibbling with his teeth. Continual low moans, gasps and growls escape from between his lips. If nothing else Errol felt utterly at Rhiana's mercy, the exotic green eyed stranger who had appeared from nowhere, he felt utterly as though she were in control. As if he might be the one who was grasping her, who was entering her, but she was the one who was funneling their feelings back and forth. She was the one who controlled that damnable feeling of warmth and tingling that was driving him crazy in addition to the hot, welcoming place between her thighs, the squeezing, grasping flesh that tried to keep him inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even as he felt at her mercy, she was at his. Her knees squeezed his hips, shivers running up and down her spine as he assaulted her ear, breathing choppy. Her pleasure was spurring his, was spurring hers. She was already building to climax. Her mouth fell to his neck, nipping, tongue laving, blowing cool air across serpentine trails of moisture. She bit, kissed and sucked, moaning into his ear, Clutching him close, their bodies moving easily together, against each other. She was not going to last very long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol moved his teeth from her ear after he accidentally drew blood from that sensitive tip. He felt it in his own ear and licked the part he had damaged, gently sucking at the tender flesh and attempting to kiss it better. It was then he every muscle in his body clench and pull, his breath caught in his throat and thought was banished. The thief came inside of Rhiana, wantonly moaning into her red flecked ear, his grip around her vice tight. Ever muscle in his body strained for a moment as his member pulled and pulsed within her. "Mm," he groaned, his breathing still heavy and face and chest flushed read.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 19:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan yelped as he nipped too hard, before turning his attention to the small wound. The suction, his tongue, the sensations he made her feel, that came from him was too much. As he tensed, her muscles locked in response, her body following his lead, as she clamped around him, her head falling back as she came with him. She slumped against him, as they came down, panting, her arms draped loosely around his shoulders. She moaned in reply, before filling them both with a warm, comforting heat, healing the gouges she'd left in his back, the nip in her ear. Her hands caressed his back, as she panted against his shoulder. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 20:11:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol lethargically reached upwards and twirled a lock of her ivory hair around a finger, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He turned so that he would not accidentally smother the warm woman that lay beneath him. The arm around her back curled her over so that her mouth was still pressed to his shoulder, her calming breath playing across his hot skin. He enjoyed the silence, the feeling of Rhiana's warm body pressed against his side in the afterglow of their orgasms. He slowly caressed up and down her side, from hip to ribs and back again, with the tips of his fingers. "Sorry about the ear. Your... everything caught me off guard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 20:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan shook her head. "It's fine," She replied, her fingers slowly beginning to trace across his scars. "I could heal those," she commented idly, "if you wanted," she added, eyes flicking up to meet his as lethargy settled into her bone. "Not now," she added with a chuckle. "But in the morning, before we part ways. Of course you would need to repay the favour," She added, her lips curving against his shoulder. "I think a repeat of this would be more than sufficient payment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 20:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol smiled and chuckled, his tongue sticking between the gap between his two sets of teeth. His lips pressed against Rhiana's forehead, "I think that could be an equitable arrangement." One of his legs wrapped around her's, tangling together with a casual ease he had felt with few others. He pulled at the rumpled blanket beneath them before lazily pushing it down to their feet. "Would you mind pulling the blanket over us, beautiful?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 21:10:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nipped his chin lightly in response to his legs tangling, and sighed, reaching down to grasp the sheet, half sitting up to do it, before slouching back down against him, dragging the sheet up to their waists.&nbsp; She rested her head on his shoulder and relaxed in his arms, eyes closing heavily. "I suppose you'll be staying the night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If it's no problem...?" He asked wearily, comforted by the presence of someone to hold. His head turned to the right so that his nose was only an inch or two removed from her mussed hair. Before Rhiana had the opportunity to reply the thief was already more than half asleep, eyes closed, fingers relaxed and resting on Rhiana. That night was one of the rare occasions when he slept peacefully, when he did not muzzily awaken at the sound of a creak or stir from a nightmare. By the time he awoke there was already the murmur of the bustling trade of Silvermoon City through the closed and battened shudders and window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan smiled at his sleepy reply. She wasn't far behind him in sleep, though she did lock the deadbolt with a flick of her wrist before surrendering to sleep. She breathed slowly, her eyelashes soft crescents across her high cheekbones. Her arms rested across him, thrown lazily over in an embrace. She slept soundly, she always did after excellent sex. It felt riht to be tangle with him, a thin sheet shielding them from any chill that may have dared to come into the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:31:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After Errol awoke he laid still and watched Rhianan, curled up against him as she was. It was, for lack of better term, adorable to see her fingers clenched into a fist in her sleep, resting in the middle of the acrobat's chest, her leg occasionally rubbing against his as she shifted. Remembering the deal from last night he very stealthily slid down the mattress, careful not to wake her, and slid her legs apart in her sleep. His lips pressed softly against the inside of her thigh before going to her flower and casually exploring, running his tongue between her folds. <em>Wonder what she'll think when she wakes up?</em> Errol mused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 01:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan murmured softly in her sleep, and flopped onto her back, shivering from the lack of another body, as he parted her legs. She slowly began to awaken, smiling sleepily as she felt stubble-ridden cheeks scrape against her inner thighs, his lips pressing against her thigh, gasping as she felt his warm, wet tongue slide between her folds. She threw an arm across her eyes, not quite ready to face the day, and all of it's benefits yet. "Hmm Morning," She murmured sleepily. "C'm up here..." She added, her voice a sleepy mumble at best.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 16:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In response to Rhianan's request he gave the inside of her thigh a playful nip then kissed the small red spot that formed on her porcelain flesh soon thereafter. He crawled upwards and planted kisses from her mound, part her belly button, over the hillock of a breast before ending with one last smooch on her chin. Errol was a little disappointed that her arms were still covering her vibrant green eyes. "Mhm?" He intoned, eyes carefully looking up and down the planes and angles of her face. There was an unexpected upwelling of affection for a woman he barely knew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 00:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"lay down," She told him groggily. "I'm gonna fix your scars," she added,opening her eyes, and rolling over, pushing him to flop onto his back, so she was straddling him. Her hands pressed against his chest, and her eyes closed, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. Slowly, her breathing deepened, her heart slowed to match his, ad her hands, began to tingle. Heat slowly radiated across his skin and she could See every small wound, internal and external. How in the world had a tumbler gotten shot? Or stabbed, or poisoned? Good lord. She slowly began to heal every hurt she Saw, blisters of purple where there should have been pink.<br><br>It was slow work, but she did not dare rush. a low hum came from her throat as she slowly began to come out of her trance, almost an hour later. Every small ache, every poppy knee, every scratch that would not go away, was healed. His skin was as perfect as a new born babe's. Finally, she let a long exhale flow. "There," She said, flopping to the bed beside him. It had taken quite a lot of energy. Nobility paid their daughters' dowries for what she had done. "You're fixed as can be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 00:56:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beat of Errol's heart did not quicken so much as steady since for the first time in his memory he was completely free of pain. This was not what he had expected. He had heard stories, of course, of what that level of full healing could do and what it could cost. <em>That was for... last night? This morning?</em> Errol was jubilant and loose, every muscle at rest in the warm afterglow of the healing. He had not expected that much. Just a few quick things. That was all.<br><br>He casually leaned over and pushed Rhiana onto her stomach before displaying his new found limberness in his motions. He straddle her and put his hands on his shoulders, squeezing his thumbs down on the muscle of her neck. "That was amazing. I feel amazing. I've never felt this good, Rhiana. I don't know how to thank you. I just..." He leaned down and planted a kiss at the base of her neck, "Thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 01:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let him roll her over, eyes closing as she relaxed into the embrace of the bed, his bottom resting on hers, as his thumbs pressed down her neck. She hummed softly, shivering as his lips pressed against her neck. "I've taken a liking to you," she muttered, eyes closing softly again. Her arms raised to cradle her face, crossing before her. "Why have you been injured so much?" She asked. "How does a tumbler gain so many hurts and enemies?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I tend to evoke strong reactions. As you can attest to," Errol replied smoothly, his hands slowly moving down her back to rub the stiffness out of knots in muscle and bone. The last thing on his list of priorities was to admit his status as a reviled criminal to the beautiful woman who had unexpectedly waltzed into his life last night. Another kiss graced the back of her neck. "Plus, I am an occasionally clumsy tumbler."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed softly, rolling her shoulders back as he continued to rub her back. She hummed with pleasure, and replied wryly, "occasionally?" She asked, craning her neck to look back at him. "You are potentially the clumsiest person I've met. And I once knew a man with two wooden legs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:28:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned down and pressed his lips against Rhiana's, then playfully nipped her lower lip. "Don't think I'll let you off easy just because you're beautiful," he told her before leaning back and continuing with his careful massage. He slid backwards along her legs and pressed into the small of her back, "So I was wondering, what's a healer mage doing tracking down stolen goods?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:33:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Easy?" She replied, flushing as his teeth caught her lower lip. She moaned softly, yes closing as he continued to manage her. It was a rare thing for her to be pampered. "Healing can be boring. It's horrible seeing what people do to each other, as well. I can't stand it sometimes." She muttered. "Also I once nearly killed myself doing it... There was a fire... no, they were burning a girl for..I can't even remember. She was pregnant. I saved both of them." She said. "Nearly couldn't. Nearly dr-took the injuries, their deaths onto myself. it can be dangerous without a spotter." She explained briefly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:42:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol scooted back more and his hands drifted back, taking the liberty of caressing her firm rear, before his hands dug into her thighs. They moved rhythmically, single minded in their duty. "I would be very firmly disappointed to see someone with your wit and your ass die. Perhaps you should consider getting a spotter. Work a couple normal jobs for some rich jackass, be able to get someone to spot for you... Maybe an apprentice?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 13:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slow smile crossed Rhianan's features, and she shrugged at his comment. "I work alone," She replied simply. "If where I heal has a physician, he or she can spot me. I do not have time for some clumsy child hoping to make their fortune one day. I can't protect them and I can't slow down." She explained. "And you know how sidekicks generally are - more trouble than their worth. I don't have anyone I've known long enough or like enough to put up with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 22:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol continued to knead and push at Rhianan's legs until he reached her feet, at which point he flipped her over onto her back without warning. He took one of her feet in both hands and dug his thumbs into the arch of her foot, "That would be a problem. It's just funny to imagine a mage getting down and dirty like that. Not what one would expect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like what?" She replied, propping herself up on her elbows to peer down at him with half-hooded eyes. She groaned, as he massaged her feet, which she was on far too much for her own liking. "Oh, keep doing that," she added, laying back, and groaning. "That feels... amazing..." She praised him, eyes rolling back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol had the wherewithal to blush at Rhiana's praise. She reminded him of a purring cat, kneading and stretching in comfort. He was momentarily distracted by the half-elf's curves, how her pale white skin sloped together at each joint, her muscles flexing beneath her skin. "I expected a wizard's tower and gaudy robes 'cause you're loaded... I envisioned working some place that's stuffy for some lord or making some sort of potion or somesuch. You know. Boring."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan let out a soft laugh. "I don't do boring." She replied simply. Propping herself back up, she sighed, beckoning him close, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "And I'm not 'loaded'." She added. "Most of my profit goes to people who need it." She did indulge, and quite often, but she made far too much money, she would never use it, and she was not going to have children to pass it onto, she made sure of that. It was not a difficult thing to prevent for a healer mage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 01:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thief arched one intense eyebrow at Rhiana and gave her the full blast of a look that could only be interpreted as <em>are you fucking kidding me?</em> Unlike the healer mage Errol lacked a certain sense of enlightenment surrounding money. He leaned forward and kissed her again. For some reason he did not think she was foolish or dissembling, like others who claimed to give so much to charity. "I think-" his words were cut off when he heard the tattoo of the bell's tolling, signifying that it was only an hour before midday. Errol all but leaped out of his skin, executing a flawless roll backwards, his feet sweeping past Rhianan's face, barely missing hitting her. His muscles rolled and tightened beneath his flesh as his feet hit the ground and he hurriedly began jumping into his pants. "I'm so sorry. I have to meet my manager," by which he meant fixer, "and I have to talk to him about shows in the future," if he had potentially been promoted within the Thieves' Guild, "but if you'd like to find me I have a room on the third floor second door on the left at Goodie Rumacher's boarding house can't miss it once you go past Cobbler's Lane and down Shade there's a big cutting board with a loaf of rye bread painted on it hanging over the green door of the adobe house okay I'm sorry but I seriously need to go."<br><br>By the time he was done with his hurried, breathless spiel his trousers were on but unlaced, his shirt only half way tucked in and his vest was improperly buttoned, with one extra button showing on the bottom. His hair was in a disarray, clearly the victim of bedhead, and his soft leather boots were in his hand. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Rhianan's lips before bounding out the room without so much as a goodbye. While he normally would not have left without a few sweet words there was something about the half-elf that made him think he would be seeing more of her. <em>Chemistry?</em> he wondered as he ducked beneath the wide flung arms of a half-orc and then burst out of the inn's common room onto the bustling street. As a veteran of city living Errol managed to only bump into a few people as he sprinted past vendors hawking their wares in the shrill cant of the market place.<br><br>He barely managed to avoid barreling into a mother holding her baby by skidding to her side and toppling to the ground. However, Errol managed to save himself more than a mildly bloodied nose by dropping into a shoulder roll and popping back up. He was not even halfway there when he felt a searing pain in his throat, as though a rock had been lodged in his windpipe. It was just as impossible to breath as well. The boots dropped from his wooden fingers as he dropped to his knees and pounded on his chest in an instinctive attempt to dislodge whatever it was that had found its way into his throat. Before Errol had the time to figure out what, exactly, was going on a disembodied face floated in front of his eyes. <em>Hallucination?</em><br><br>"You stole from me," the face intoned between cracked lips and manifold wrinkles. The face looked as though it had weathered centuries of hardship, the voice sounded like so much old leather in need of a good oiling, its crown was topped with a few long wisps of white hair. "I want my wand back. Every day without it the distance you can move from your Bonded will be reduced. Right now you have twenty rods. When you exceed your distance you will choke. Until my property is returned. Your Bonded has received the same message."<br><br>With that the face was banished from Errol's sight, however, the choking was not. He pushed himself backwards a few feet to suddenly find the pain abated, his breathing now free. The thief's hands went up to rub his throat, "Fucking fantastic," he muttered. There were a ring of watchers, none of whom seemed particularly apt to comment. It was up in the air whether or not they had seen the apparition as well. He cast a glance to his right--no boots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 11:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan bit back a giggle at his incredulous expression. She was used to that look. As his expression changed, hers did, too. She barely managed to jump back, as he flung himself backward, with a yelp, his feet very nearly catching her under the chin. It was her turn to look incredulous, gaping at him as he hurriedly dressed, the words coming forth like a stampeding herd. She didn't even manage a word edgewise, as he ducked down pressing a kiss to her lips, before he was off and sprinting away. She stared after his wake for a moment, a soft "huh," the only response, however delayed, she had for it.<br><br>Slowly, she began to get out of bed, calling for a servant-girl, and requesting a hip-bath with the press of another silver piece into her hand. She lazed in bed, not having anything to do today, except find a new partner for the evening. A frown crossed her face, as she realized that Errol had not held up his side of the bargain. "That little-" She was caught off as something lodged in her throat. She couldn't even cough. Tears sprung to her eyes from the sudden pain, as she fought to breathe, her hands clutching ineffectually at her throat as every person ever did while choking.<br><br>It was magic. She could Feel it, and she was going to die. There was nothing to dislodge. It didn't stop her from railing against it from within and without. Her hands pressed against her stomach, fighting to force the rock that wasn't there out, and she focused every ounce of magic she had left trying to remove the obstruction. That in itself threw her back with the force of a lightning bolt. She lay, stunned, staring as spots floated in her vision.&nbsp; And then the face showed up.<br><br>Rhianan naturally assumed it was a pre-death vision. "I have been stolen from," it started. She focused on the face for lack of anything else to do. She was pounding her stomach hard enough to make anyone vomit up an obstruction, but all she was doing was hurting herself. Her pounds began to weaken as the face continued, "you and the thief are under a <em>gies</em>. Until my wand is returned, the distance allowed between the two of you will reduce. As of today you have twenty rods. This is what happens when you exceed." It left, as her hands fell to the bed beside her. <br><br>And then it was gone. A shuddering gasp brought on a round of coughing. Rhianan wheezed, fighting not to vomit as she curled on her side, panting. It took her quite some time to recover her senses, before it hit. The anger. And then she began to shout. It didn't make sense. It didn't have to. She called him everything she could think of, and then called him it again. She was dressed in five minutes, looking like the fury of hell and all the scorned women in the world. She pulled on her boots, and slammed from the room, walking quickly, footfalls heavy with anger from the inn as she went in search of the erstwhile thief. If the <em>gies</em> didn't kill him, she would.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 18:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If nothing else Errol lacked the capacity to run at this point, instead he stewed, thoughts of the consequences for standing up an appointed Guild representative pushed far from his mind. Instead he focused on more immediate concerns. He straightened the deep blue shirt he had on beneath the vest, making sure the wooden buttons aligned with the lacing of his trousers. His wooden fingers flexed and he unthinkingly laced his pants. Then he evened out the buttoning on his vest. Finally he rolled up the cuffs of his trousers so that they did not scrape against the cobbled street. These were his nice clothes, already ruffled by their night spent luxuriating on the floor.<br><br>Errol's previously jovial face was stony, his sensual lips pressed together in a flat white line, face entirely without affect. His entire body seemed to roll forward into a wrestler's crouch, his shoulders tense enough to break a brick on. Air whistled in and out of his nose in jagged ups and downs, his eyes narrowed slits. No one brushed up against him, no one met his gaze; for once he was an island. It was when he was perhaps half way back to the inn where he had left Rhianan that he saw her approaching. Her eyes were fiery, her mussed up white hair reflecting and catching light. Errol's breath caught in his throat and his stomach twisted as he became captivated by the horrible beauty of her anger twisted features. Without thinking he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, his hands went parallel to his heart with palms outward when she came within ten feet. "I can solve this. I did not mean to include you in my fuck up. I am so sorry."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:13:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You better fucking well be!" Even shrill her voice was beautiful. A dagger flashed into her hand as soon as she closed four feet. It was at his throat at three. "What. Did. You. Do?" She demanded, eyes flashing more dangerously than the cold steel at his throat. Her teeth ere clenched. She looked like a wild woman. "Where is it?" She continued, "And how the hell do you plan on solving this?" She finished. Her voice had dropped from a shrill scream of fury to the deathly calm of rage. He had single handedly put her, her secret, and everything she held dear in danger, and he would not get away without paying the price.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 07:28:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Like many an intelligent man Errol knew that when a woman held live steel to your throat it was time to placate and, if at all possible, backpedal as quickly and efficiently as possible. However, at the same time, he could not display the level of honesty necessary to placate this woman as there was an audience for their little tete a tete. "Rhianan," his voice was calm, his face placid, his hands still, "we are attracting attention to ourselves. Perhaps if you put that away the Guard won't be called and we won't be separated."<br><br>One deep breath in through his nose. One deep breath out and the thief closed his eyes, trusting that the one who had so completely healed him not half an hour ago would slit his throat. He envisioned that with each breath in he was drawing from a soothing sphere of blue-green water and breathing out the dirty yellow tension that crackled between them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 15:06:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A growl emerged from her clench teeth, but the knife flashed away. Instead, a loud slap cracked across his face, and the street. She glared to him, pointing back toward the inn. "Go." She said, her voice still that deathly calm. "You'd better have the best possible explanation in the world, thief." She added, beginning to walk back. He would follow, or she would keep going. The doorman didn't bother to try and bar them, as she went back to her room, now with one tepid bath. She sat in the chair, arms crossed beneath her but, and one leg crossed in front of her. "Talk."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 16:45:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She's got an arm on her,</em> Errol conceded as he flexed his jaw and tried to rub away the stinging red hand print that he was certain was forming on his face. Titters followed him as he dragged his heels back to Green Eyes with the woman he had spent a more than pleasant evening with. He shot a helpless look at the disinterested doorman, all but screaming for help. One serving woman had the wherewithal to arc a sardonic brow brow at Errol as though to taunt him. Everything about Rhianan and the burglar crackled with tension.<br><br>He settled onto the bed with his hands on his knees and began when he was coldly ordered to begin his defense. He shot a glance back at the door. "So, I stretched the truth when I told you I was a tumbler. I do that. When money's tight. I'm a dues paying, fully fledged member of the Thieves Guild. Have been since I was... Thirteen or fourteen. Not quite sure. When I was too old to beg, anyways." Truth be told, Errol was not quite sure how old he was; best guess was between twenty three and twenty six. He usually celebrated his birthday three or four times a year just to be sure he was hitting the right season. "Anyways. Matter at hand; I was supposed to be receiving a promotion now-ish for stealing a wand from a powerful wizard's tower. Duragon, I think his name is. I already handed off the wand to a factor who may or may not have gotten it into the hands of a courier who may or may not be getting it to a safe house or customer.<br><br>"Here's my plan. We go to the bank, I get my platinum, we go to the Laughing Man where I was going to be meeting Orval and explain the situation. We'll work something out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 17:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan stared at him, mouth dropping open as he began his list of 'may have's. "You don't <em>have</em> it?" She asked him, finally. "You... ridiculous..." With a scream, she threw up her hands, and stood, beginning to pace. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Derrigon" She asked, whirling. He'd been the headmaster of the Mage academy when she had gone. "You stole a wand from Derrigon? You're lucky we both aren't worms!" Her mind raced. How was she to keep him from finding out? Derrigon, of course, would be tracking them. Her. She'd been hiding from them for so long. "Did you even consider the risks of stealing from a mage?" She demanded, finally whirling on him, eyes flashing, lips pale with fear. <br><br>She paced like a caged wolf, muttering, thinking, plotting. "Where is this Orval person?" She asked finally. She had no better plan than his. "And how likely is it that the wand is impossible to find?" She added.She didn't ant to be bound to him any longer than she absolutely had to. Every day with him was a risk to her secret and her privacy. If the academy got hold of her, she had no doubt they would cage the both of them together so she could work great magic for them, no better than livestock.They would want to breed her, of course. Why have one mage like her when you could breed more? They could dampen her magic, another healer mage could do it, ensure she was impregnated...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 17:25:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol discarded the idea of telling Rhianan to calm down out of hand. She had already pressed a sharp blade against his throat in public. His nose twitched, <em>I'm missing </em>something<em> here.</em> He shook his head and banished the thought. Being cursed by the head of some magical academy was probably worry enough to freak out and pace. Although he had to defend himself on one matter if none other, "I did consider the risk of stealing from a mage. Successfully doing so is necessary to get to the, uh, how would you say... <em>Higher echelons</em> of the organization. Before this situation I was going to become a lieutenant in the Guild."<br><br>The thief came to his feet in a graceful roll of his sinuous torso. "Nothing is impossible. Only improbable. Orval is waiting for me right now at the Laughing Man. If we leave now he <em>might</em> be willing to help us out. Orval hasn't always been my most ardent supporter."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 17:34:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan glared at him, and shook her head. "Fine. We go to the Laughing Man." She muttered. Never mind that she wouldn't be permitted in because of her mixed blood. That was the least of her worries. She walked to the door, still dishevelled, still fuming, with the acidic taste of fear riding on the back of her tongue. She opened the door and stepped out, looking back at him silently. She didn't know how she was going to take her revenge on him, but she would. Oh, she would take her revenge once they were free of each other. In the mean time, she had to find a way to convince him that she would really want to have sex with him on a regular basis. Step one would be controlling her temper, which had ever been her forte.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 17:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One of Errol's flaws was a certain short-sightedness concerning women. He thought that if he fixed this he might just be able to fix whatever they had developing between them before the specter of choking death entered their lives. He closed his eyes and his posture changed dramatically; his pelvis sank as his feet moved to slightly wider than shoulder's width, his knees moved over his feet, his spine entered proper alignment, his head moved as though it were being pulled upwards by a string. With one deep breath in and a whistling breath out his muscles relaxed, tension draining from his body into the ground through his bare feet. "Okay. Let's get going."<br><br>He followed after Rhianan and stepped slightly in front of her to set a pace that capitalized on his long legs. "Would you be willing to wait outside or do you want to be with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:09:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan followed him through the crowds, her glare burning in between his shoulder blades. "Don't have much choice, do I? They won't let me in whether or not I like it." Her voice was low, suppressed anger adding a note of vibrato. She took two steps to every one, and wound through the crowd almost as unobtrusively as he did. Truthfully, she didn't want to let him out of her sight if he was working on recovering that thrice damned wand. With him particularly? Not on his life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:28:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol could very nearly feel Rhianan's anger beating against him. He winced when he thought about how Laughing Man handled subhumans, particularly the mixed breed. He decided it would be better to silently travel the rest of the way to the tavern in question. Before he entered he turned to Rhianan and said, "Just so you know, I really <em>am</em> intent on solving our problem. Involving you in my problems is the last thing on my mind. I mean I-" He shook his head. "Never mind. I'll just get on this."<br><br>Without waiting for a reply he shouldered his way into the slummy, ill kept, smoky, dark tavern. He fished inside of his vest and slapped a silver into the palm of the bouncer who stood next to the door and padded quietly to a well lit back corner. He was a good thirty minutes late now and more than surprised to find his least favorite hunchback still waiting for him. "Listen. Orvall. There's a <em>problem</em>." In a few minutes he explained his situation. All that greeted him was a laugh and reassurances that nothing would be done in his favor. That if he was a better thief none of this would have happened. With all the aplomb of a well bred lady Errol walked out from the establishment.<br><br>He hissed when he stubbed his toe on a cobble and reflexively brought it up to rub against the inside of his leg. "Okay, Rhianan, uh, we're going to need to do this on our own. So..." The thief scratched the back of his head, "Would you be willing to direct your prodigious amount of scary towards a sniveling hunchback?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:43:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan slumped against the building, muttering curses as she kicked her heel against the sturdy stones. AT one point, a bouncer began to approach, with the look of 'go away'. Rhianan pulled herself to her full hight, chin up, and angled a glare at him. "I am not <em>in</em> the bar. I am on a <em>city street.</em>" She told him clearly. "If you have a problem with me, I would be more than happy to show you the error of her ways." She pulled a cloak of power around her, sparks flying at the ends of her hair. Electricity danced through the air as if a thunderstorm were approaching. <br><br>She slumped back against the building in the bouncer's retreating wake, just as Errol stumbled back out. This time she swore out loud. Again at his news. "Where is he?" She asked him, straightening. She was in no mood to deal with a self important thief, and she would have her information, even if it left him with an even more twisted back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:13:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol motioned for Rhianan to follow him as he stepped back into the tavern and silently pointed to where Orval was sitting in the back left corner. The officiate in question was a short fellow--he might have been average were he not hunched--with a fringe of near white blonde hair that had mostly fallen from his head. A large scar from an accident involving some sort of powerful acid had melted the pinkie and ring finger of his right hand together while an explosion of powders had left his once handsome features pocked with purple and yellow that made him resemble something out of a children's tale. The Poxman, come to take the bad little girls and boys with plague. Orval was sitting in a booth, head faced down towards a wide brimmed boil of soup that was more floating chunks of suet in broth than anything else.<br><br>Errol hung back to placate the bouncer, slipping coin into his palm and pointedly telling him that this was business that did include the likes of him. No matter how he felt about the miscegenation that had lead to Rhianan. The thief was used to placating his fellow humans when it came to some of the company he kept. There had been times in the past after a liaison with an elf or halfling woman that he had been forced to grease palms and twist truths to hush whispers and rumors that could destroy his reputation, even among the Guild.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:05:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan didn't break stride as Errol pointed out perhaps the most horrendously disfigured man she'd ever seen. She slammed her hands on the table to gain his attention, one hand pulling his bowl away, and over the edge of the table. "You're Orval?" She asked him, head tilting. "Listen to me very carefully, Orval. I'm the one Errol the fuck wit managed to get stuck with. I don't want to be stuck with Errol. I really don't want to, so here's what I'm going to do. I am using everything in my power to get the hell away from Errol. That includes magic, daggers, significant strength and a realy bad temper. Here's what you're going to do. You are going to give me every single bit of information you have on the wand, where it went, who is it to go to, and how to get it. If you do that, I may just do something nice for you, like fix your face. If you don't, i might just decide that your <em>spine</em> could do with some more twisting, or that your eyes should rot from your skull." She slid into the booth, her eyes meeting his, and her face completely serious. "If you don't believe me, give me a try. Do you understand me, Orval?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:11:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hunchback silent sat through Rhianan's tirade, eyes narrowing when she pushed his bowl of soup away. He reached up with his disfigured hand and absently scratched the side of his face before giving a rather direct response: Orval spit in the half-elf's face. "Get the fuck out of the inn before I have you taken outside and raped until you shit out some mudblood scum."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:21:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's eyes flashed, and a slow, sadistic smile crossed her face. She raised a hand, and wiped his spittle from her face. "I was hoping you would say that." She said softly. "I've had a <em>Bad. Fucking. Day.</em>" With each word, she took hold of his spine. Starting at his pelvis, she wrenched the vertebrae, half clockwise, the other half counter, efficiently severing, in the most painful way she could, his control of his lower body. She left the upper, having only taken is first three vertebrae. The rest were for persuasion. She didn't take any of his pain, instead adding an extra bit of energy to his nerves, amplifying the pain.<br><br>She was sick to her stomach of it, deep inside, but he'd unlocked the worst part of her. She'd killed before, though she'd never perverted her magic to do it. She would make amends, she would have to, but she instinctively knew that the hunchback had never done a decent thing his whole life. She at least knew Errol had. "Are you sure you don't want to help me?" She asked, voice suddenly honey-sweet. "You have twenty-one vertebrae left for me to play with."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:36:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The twisted hunchback would have screamed were it not for the flood of vomit that exploded from his mouth all over the table. He soiled himself almost immediately upon losing control of the lower half of his body, the hunchback gasped and unabashedly cried from the horrible pain. Orval wiped a shaky hand across his fringe of blonde hair, his tears smearing across his face with the snot dripping from his nose. All of the quiet murmuring of the tavern fell silent, even Errol and the calmly chatting bouncer fell silent with wide eyes as they heard and the piercing shrieks. "Fucking... Fucking..." Orval muttered, one of his hands reaching into a pocket of his tunic. "Fucking get you for this..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:47:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan neatly avoided his mess, pouting slightly in mock sympathy. "Aw, poor Orval..." She purred, her nose wrinkling once as she twisted his next two vertebrae, dislocating his wrist for good measure, as she noted his hand slipping toward his pocket. "You sure you wanna keep going? I have nineteen more to play with. I may have to detour of course. I can have more fun wrenching all of your bones. I don't even know how many joints I can mess with. I list count a bit ago... I could fix it. All of it, too, if you impress me with your information. But then again, you're even more twisted on the inside than on the outside. Maybe I should just try to make it balance..."<br><br>She knew the bar was watching. Good. Let them see. Errol had asked for her scary. He got it. She could go within their allotted distance and vomit later. And then cry, and then start looking for a new place to wander. She would also have to seduce him. Damn. "You gonna sing, little birdie?" She asked, her finger circling slowly. A slow circle wrapped around the two of them. A barrier against flesh and steel, just in case someone decided that she needed to be stopped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:02:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol was not horrified quite so much as amazed. The bouncer made a move forward, only to be stopped by a light touch on his shoulder and a flat eyed warning. Given the bouncer's love of life, the conglomerate slab of muscle stopped in his tracks and hung back with his new friend. Errol did not know exactly what was going on, but it was completely unexpected. He had expected some verbal interaction, a little knife play, but not... Whatever <em>this</em> was. He quietly padded forward until he was pressed up against the shield. He blanched when he saw Orval's face red and clenched tight with the sheer pain of his situation, the smell of feces and urine assaulting his nose. "Orval... I can't stop her. You're the only person who can stop her. Please, Orval, please; just tell her what she wants to know." His voice was sincere, he really did not like seeing Orval in that much pain, no matter how awful he thought the man was.<br><br>The hunchback was sobbing, his arms shaking, eyes squeezed shut as though he could undo whatever he had happened by pretending nothing and no one existed. "I gave it to Klemens to deal with. Klemens knew the contact for the job. Talk to Klemens."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:24:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan smiled as the name came forth. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and, quickly, went into Orval. She wasn't as thorough as she had been with Errol, and she didn't take as much time, but starting from the tips of his toes to the last strand of hair on his head, she <em>fixed</em> him. "Thank you, Orval," she said, the shield lowering, as she looked to Errol. She was exhausted. She hadn't expected to use her power like that. She turned, back straight, and strode from the bar, overstepping that ledge Errol had stumbled over before. <br><br>"I'm going back to the inn. Do what you need within the limits." Her voice was drawn, weariness, disgust with both herself and Orval crashing over her in a tide as soon as she was far enough away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:34:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol took a deep breath and scurried out of the quiet tavern after Rhianan. He had never felt so invisible before, even in the dead of night when he was running across the steeple of roofs in his quietest pad boots, all the eyes were on the white haired beauty who had done something so terrible one of the more influential men in the Guild had completely folded in under five minutes. It was not as though Orval was well liked by many, all told he was a slimy amoral fellow, but he had a good way of finding out where skeletons were hidden and a gift for blackmail. What had just happened was the sort of thing that one could get a reputation for, for good or ill. Chances are by the end of the day the story about the half breed that broke Orval and then miraculously healed him of his various deformities would spread around the city's underbelly and most likely into the ear of the guard.<br><br>After Rhianan's cold dismissal Errol halted, watching her wide, silent eyes. This was not... When she told him about how she had spent her not inconsiderable wealth on people who need it Errol <em>knew</em> she was telling the truth. There was no lying in those beautiful green eyes of her's. On the other hand she had publicly tortured someone of no small clout without regard for the consequences. Tortured him with magic most foul. It was such an inherent contradiction that it shocked him to the core. Errol was cynical and did not think of much of anyone, human or otherwise; by his estimation everyone was weak, it was just a question of how. After Rhianan disappeared from his sight he squared his shoulders and strode to the Green Eyes, wordlessly breezing past the doorman and the serving wenches and bolting up the stairs.<br><br>He knocked politely on Rhianan's door, "Rhia, I... Can I come in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan was halfway through vomiting into a chamberpot when the knock came. She slumped to the floor, shaking. "Go away," she groaned, not caring how pathetic she sounded. She shuffled to the bath in the centre of the room, and began to wash her face, and rinse out her mouth. She needed about a half day to cry and be sick, before she could even think of anything else. She hugged her knees to her chest, leaning against the bath, as her bottom lip pouted out, like a three year old winding up for a tantrum. She hadn't had the time to bolt the door as she stumbled in, and she didn't have the energy or motivation to lock it. He could come in if he wanted. He'd seen what she could do. It would keep him from anything terrible. Maybe it would motivate him to keep looking for that wand. She felt the tell tale welling of tears in her eyes, and she dropped her face, burying it in her knees as her shoulders began to shake silently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan sounded absolutely awful. He tested the door and then called, "I'm coming in." He waited for ten heartbeats to pass and then entered, immediately crestfallen to see the half-elf shaking silently on the floor. His eyes moistened, completely unbidden, as he closed the space between them. He sat down on the floor just barely inside of arm's reach from the woman. His nose crinkled--the room smelled of vomit. "Rhianan," he reached out and lightly brushed a hand on her knee. "Sometimes... Sometimes it's good to talk. Especially when you did something you maybe regretted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Go 'way," she muttered again, one hand flopping over her head, as if to protect herself from something falling. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to cry and sleep, and cry, and sleep then find a brothel and have a bath and restore her energy, then go heal some lepers, and then go back to the brothel to rinse and repeat. Then she could find that Klemens person. Or Errol could while she was healing people. She hated how she felt, both the sickly exhaustion and the sickening guilt. She had never used her magic like that before. And she never would. The closest thing she could identify was severing the blood flow of gutted soldiers, or old and suffering people. But that was completely different. She saved those people pain and suffering. She'd created it in Orval. Never mind she'd fixed him. It didn't erase what she had done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no, I'm not going away for now." He reached up and caught hold of her waving hand in his gentle grip, lacing his fingers easily between her's. He was still a little pale from the smell of Orval's combined refuse, the sheer reek of his terror and pain at being twisted without control by someone strange. "This is stupid but I <em>know</em> you're not a bad person. Whatever Orval said, well, he's never been shy when it comes to talking about how feels about--" Errol had to stop himself from saying <em>mudblood</em> to Rhianna, "the mixed people. He's not a very good man. And it's good that you feel bad. Maybe you could use a hot bath and a back rub."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 02:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan shook her head, not lifting it. "It wasn't what he said. I've been called mudblood before." She muttered into her knees. "It was all of it. And he would have hurt me if he could. He tried. He spit on me. But it's no excuse. I used the one thing I never thought I would to hurt someone like that. It was in cold blood and it was sadistic." She couldn't stop the flow of words once it started. "And there was this insane power to it. I could use death and pain the same way... I didn't know that..." She said softly. She sighed, and shook her head, sniffing. "I feel like a monster..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 02:37:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol scooted closer to Rhianan and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Would you, though?" His voice was soft and gentle, withholding judgment. As a matter of course he had already judged her and not found her wanting. There had been times that he wished upon Orval what she had done, though he had not considered the consequences of those actions before in such detail. "Somehow, I don't think it's going to happen again. Somehow I think that you're going to learn from this. I think that you're the kind of person who can reflect on her mistakes, on the things that make her feel bad, and figure out ways not to do them again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 02:52:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sob caught in her throat and Rhianan leaned against him, tears soaking the knees of her breeches. She didn't reply, just cried, leaning into his strength for a long time. She didn't look up, she kept herself mostly quiet. And eventually she cried herself out. Eventually she was left with hiccups, and shuddering inhales. And then even those quietened. Finally, her head came up, and she sniffed. She wiped her red-rimmed eyes, and sighed, exhaustion settling over her like a lead cloak. She stared at the floor, eyes closing as she fought back sleep, for the moment drained enough to be content with his warmth beside her, to forget the <em>gies</em> and let what she had done fade a little from her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol was silent, his arm tight around his new companion. "You know what? Let's get you up into bed," he murmured, sliding his arm behind her back and between the curve of her legs behind her knees. He lifted the woman up and took a few paces before gently letting her down into the bed. It would be good for her to sleep for a little while. Errol had always slept after he sobbed like that. He stroked the loose strands of Rhianan's hair behind her ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan murmured a soft "Thank you," turning in bed and closing her eyes. She was asleep within moments, her breathing slow. She didn't sleep for too long, waking up after a half hour. Her eyes hurt and her head ached. She groaned, blinking blearily, and slowly pushed herself up, trying not to think about what she had done. She needed water, to drink and wash her face. Then they needed to get going to find that Klemens man. she scrubbed the back of her wrist across her eyes, before looking around to find Errol.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:48:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol was sitting in a corner of the room, arms wrapped around his knees tucked to his chest, and was absently looking at Rhianan. While she had slept he found himself fretting over their situation. The guilt was finally really starting to set in, not for stealing, he did that shamelessly, but for putting someone else in a position to suffer for what was his failure as a criminal. To put someone else in a position where they were sobbing on the floor. That made Errol feel dirty in a way he had never felt dirty before. As though the nastiness had seeped beneath his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:57:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked slowly as she located him, and sighed softly. she still needed her bath. He looked like he could sue one too. Rhianan felt much better after the nap, though she still felt horrible. Nothing but time would wash that away. She sighed, and stood. She slowly began to undress, putting her clothing on the bed before walking silently to the tepid bath, and climbing in. "Errol? You wanna come in?" She asked softly, as she reached for a small pot of soft soap that had been left. She dunked her hair back in the water, and began to work the soap through the moonlight tresses. She washed her whole body, efficiently and quickly, not caring for her nudity. Errol had seen it before. They'd had wonderful sex. They needed to again. and soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thief did not need to be asked twice. He stepped forward and stretched, pushing his arms up into the air, before slowly disrobing. This time, instead of haphazard piles on the floor his clothing went in a single neat, folded pile. He gracefully moved forward and stepped into the tub next to Rhianan. His legs encircled her waist as a matter of space. He silently leaned forward and put his hands on Rhianan's shoulders, attempting to rub out the knots and sore tension she must have stored somewhere. "You know what, Rhianan? I like you. Even if you don't like me right now. I think you're pretty alright."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes slid closed as his hands spanned her shoulders. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder as her arms slid around him. She scooted forward, her legs wrapping around his waist in kind, and nodded slowly. "I like you too, Errol. Even if I am angry about the situation." She replied, her voice soft. Her hands smoothed down the corded muscles in his back, scooping water up to slide down his skin. Her chin tipped forward, to press a kiss against his shoulder, her fingers splaying against his back. "Can we forget what I did?" her lips brushed his skin with each word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was a change of pace from Rhianan's earlier rage and, justified though it was, Errol was glad that was over. For now, at least. The feeling of her lips pressing against his skin made his heart pound in his throat, her soft hands traveling down his back making him lean forward into her. His head turned down to nuzzle into the beautiful half elf's ear, his lips pressing against her jaw. "I think that could be the best course of action right now." He blushed when he felt himself growing hard in this otherwise emotionally intimate situation, hoping that it would not be ruined by his body's immediate response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan nodded against his shoulder, and pulled herself closer, as she felt hi begin to stir. She hooked her legs beneath his thighs, and rose to kneeling over him, her eyes slowly opening to meet his for a moment. She held him tight, wanting to feel his water-slickened body, his strength. She wanted to feel him under her, needed him as her rock. Her hips rolled against his, coaxing him. Her lips slid toward his ear, and she whispered softly. "Please?" She asked, knowing he would understand, know that she needed his body, she needed to know that something was still beautiful. Needed that simple motion of the two, working together to affirm life. She didn't want him to know that she also needed it, or she would like as not pass out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:49:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of Errol's dexterous hands slid up Rhianan's back to caress her neck, sliding his fingers up and down the sides of her neck. His response was to take the top of her ear into his mouth and graze it with his teeth before swirling his tongue in her ear. His torso rolled in one sinuous motion as his hips twisted in silent testimony to his passion. It would be good to dance with her like that, to act as two bodies in unison until he had trouble understanding that there was a division between the two of them, if even just for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 14:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan gasped as his mouth claimed her ear, stiffening a moment before her hips resumed their rocking against him. Her mouth dropped to his neck, soft kisses mingling with nibbles and licks across the canvas of his flesh. Her fingers worked over his back, half-massaging, half teasing her nails down his spine, a shudder running through her as her mind focused a moment on spines. She whimpered softly, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Make me forget," she pleaded softly. "Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shhh," Errol quietly hushed Rhianan, feeling a deep pang in his heart from his pitiful Rhianan sounded. He gently squeezed the back of her neck and planted an affectionate kiss on her ear, humming a quiet tune as he nuzzled into her. He gently drew her head back and lead a parade of kisses and nibbles across the sensitive flesh of her throat, squeezing her into him with his legs until his shaft was rubbing directly against the warm, sensitive skin between her thighs. A large hand slid up to one of her breasts and gently caressed her, running his thumb around her tawny aureole before whispering into her ear in a thick voice, "Right here and now; it's you and me. Only you and me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's head tipped back with his gentle insistence, biting her bottom lip, as his mouth dragged over her throat. Her hips rocked against him, sliding his shaft between her folds. A soft, low moan sounded from her chest as his other hand found her breast. As he whispered to her, her breath caught, and she nodded within the cradle of his palm. She was trapped between his legs, within his arms. Her hands tightened around him, and her eyes opened to stare into his, thighs tightening around his hips. Her mouth hung half open, lips red and moist with the slow heat that burned in her eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol found it impossible to resist the urge to take one of her lips into his mouth and suck on the succulent flesh, his teeth alighting around her lip. He gave a muffled moan when he felt her squeeze around his member, pupils dilating from the sheer pleasure of being coupled with her. <em>We fit so well together</em>, he thought as he let Rhianan's lip slip from between his teeth, before planting a kiss on her mouth. "What's it like," his breath caught in his throat as he gasped, "<em>nnng</em>, to, ah, be so," his tongue drew itself across her lips, "beautiful?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan groaned softly with approval, as his lips finally found hers, his teeth pressing into her lip stoking her higher. Her hips rolled over him, slipping him in and out, her thighs tight around his hips. She gasped slightly, as she tightened around him, rolling her hips just so. Her fingernails lightly drug down his back, as she rode him, her lips pressing to his, tongue weeping along the seam of his lips, dipping in to dance along his tongue. She pressed her breasts against his chest, gasping at the new slick friction, eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration. "Errol," she gasped softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was to uplifting to fall into a rhythm with Rhianan, the motions of their bodies complimentary and completing. It seemed like a warmth was growing between them, crackling between their skin, filling him with every breath. His think fingers pushed into the soft, soothing skin of her back, groans ripping themselves from his throat as he neared the peak of his pleasure. His awareness of where he ended and she began was starting to fade, replaced by a single minded lack of thought, a no-space where he lived without worry or concern.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Rhianan wasn't going to last long, she knew. Her hips sped, rolling faster as she rode him. Her breath came in gasps, moaning, her fingers dug into his shoulders. A stream of elven fell from her lips. She wasn't even sure what she was saying, just that it was coming forth. She pulled back, yes boring into his. "Errol, I..." She gasped, clenching for a moment. She managed three more seconds before she shattered, moaning deeply as every muscle tensed, clutching and flooding, the world disappearing for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Elven flowing from between Rhianan's succulent lips was a caress along the inside of his skull, enough to make him shudder in time with Rhianan. His head moved forward to press against his companion's, his member bucking and releasing within her as he felt that final pressure, as though she wanted to take all of his being into her body. "Oh my, Rhianan," he managed through thick, buzzing lips. He pressed his lips against her's again, "You need to speak Elven to me more often."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:27:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She panted into the kiss, relaxing against him, once tight arms draped loosely around his arms. She sighed softly, eyes closing as she lay her head on his shoulder, aftershocks making her clench. "Errol... thank you." She said softly. She'd needed that more than simply the need for energy. Slowly, her heart and breathing returned to their normal sedate paces, and she pulled back to look up at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol's face had cleared of its earlier tension, face flushed red from their exertions. The thief looked over the edge of the tub at the sizable pool of water they had created and could not help but laugh. He reached forward and caressed Rhianan's cheek with tender fingers. <em>Don't get attached</em>, he warned himself, only to let out a stream of low chuckles. "You don't have to thank me. I really rather enjoy what we do together. It's a mutual thing, y'know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan smiled softly, turning her face into his palm for a moment. But they couldn't linger. Every moment wasted was one more the wand went further. One more the Academy could find her. She sighed, and looked to him. "We should get going..." She said softly, slowly beginning to untangle herself from his embrace. "You know who this Klemens person is?" She asked, wringing her hair out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I know who Klemens is," Errol told her. He had been pleased when found out that Klemens was the courier who would be delivering the wands. The two of them were old friends who had spent many a merry night together and woken up hungover missing shoes and jewelry. They had even worked as a team for a while before Errol got into burglary and roof running. That would be difficult, since Rhianan would have to tag along. "We're old friends."<br><br>He carefully untangled himself from the half elf with the piercing green eyes and stepped out of the tub, casting about for something to dry off with. He saw one towel and picked it up, turning to drape it around Rhianan's shoulders before vigorously drying her off. In all honesty it was just an excuse to be close to her warm, yielding body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled to him as he began to chafe her dry, twisting her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck to keep it out of the way. She was glad they were friends. Perhaps bribery would actually work with this one. A proper Healing could give one ten, maybe fifteen extra years of life. It was often better than money - what good was money to a dead man? She leaned forward to claim a deep kiss, before pulling back, to begin dressing. With a small grin, she focused for an instant on the towel. She heated it, the water steaming away to leave a warm, fluffy, and dry towel for him. She took longer dressing, this time. She carefully laced her deerskin breeches, and pulled her boots on, revelling in the feeling of clothing over clean skin. Next was her linen blouse, and finally the leather corset-armour.&nbsp; She pulled her hair back down, to wring out once again, and began to braid it, from the crown of her head all the way down her back. She fastened it with a small leather thong, before sighing, ad buckling her belt on last, her daggers hanging at each hip. She looked up to Errol, then, and sighed. "Shall we grab some food on the way?" She asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As it turned out there were some side benefits to being cursed to stay within close proximity of a mage. Errol quickly wiped himself off, being sure to hit all the crevices between legs and under arms that he occasionally forgot. He mechanically dressed, though this time he made sure to properly align the buttons with the holes for them. The thief was, as usual, without weapons on his person. He strived to keep himself out of situations where would need them. "Yes, that would be good. Would you mind giving me a moment to stretch?" As he asked his body moved into a position he had clearly spent a significant amount of time in; pelvis dropped, spine in perfect alignment, head pulled up, knees over toes, breath in and then pushed out with a squeezing of the abdomen. Some would recognize it as one of the physical arts practiced by halfling ascetics, he just knew it as a complicated set of stretching and breathing exercises that kept him limber and strong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan nodded, and sat on the bed to watch, her chin cushioned in her hands. Her eyes wandered over his form, watching him move with grace that belied his uncoordination. There were worse things than being stuck with him, she mused. He was an excellent lover, and not hard to coax. That was good. A near guarantee lay every night. He was kind, and attractive. She was not sure how good of a travelling companion he was, but that would b something she would have to wait to see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol's hands moved until their were facing his chest, parallel with his heart, arms held with a lazy sort of strength that spoke to his own coordination. His right leg moved up as his hands parted and then down to the right, form a right angle were one to extend a line from his heels backwards. His hands moved, his abdomen isolated in the twisting movement, and moved as though there were a ball between them until his left hand was at his waist palm upwards and the other facing forward with thumb and index forming a backwards L, the other hands curled. He moved through the rest of the form as though it were a dance, hiding its once deadly intent beneath a layer of sinuous grace. After twenty minutes of moving around the room in what were clearly predetermined steps he stopped, raised his arms upwards as though he were drawing clouds from heaven, and brought them down to his stomach. After he went through a set Errol always felt truly at ease, as though he had spent a few times as long getting a full body massage.<br><br>"Okay. That's better," he smiled warmly at Rhianan, clearly truly relaxed. He seemed to roll and glide across the ground, his clumsiness banished to reveal the grace that he had spent over ten years cultivating. "Lead the way to food, beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:45:38</strong>
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				Rhianan stood, and smiled to him softly, offering a hand to him, before leaving the room. She lead him down the stairs, pausing at a street vendor to purchase two bacon and cheese rolls. The sense of urgency was back. She bought a water skin of wine, as well, handing him the extra roll, and slinging the skin across her shoulder. "Where to?" She asked, tearing a small piece of the roll to put in her mouth. "Do you think he is sill in the city, or are we going to have to track him on foot?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:15:29</strong>
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				Errol thanked Rhianan for the roll before biting into it, rending the thing in his mouth as though he had not eaten in days. "Oh, he's still in the city, alright," the thief said with a snort through a mouthful of food. He looked sheepish once he realized his social faux pas and swallowed the food. He slid his arm through the crook of Rhianan's elbow and lead her through a few of the major intersections before heading into what was definitely a seedier part of town. Without thinking he moved a pace to her left, removing his hand from where it had been clutching her's, eyes gliding along the street. He nodded at most of the men and women they passed and stepped over pot holes without looking.<br><br>"I grew up here," he said, by way of explanation before he veered off through a tight alleyway. There was only enough width for one adult between the two crumbling brick and adobe buildings. Even though he lacked shoes Errol did not complain as he stepped over and around broken glass and the sharp remains of cobbles that had been pried from the street. As the winding cramped alley got thinner and thinner he turned sideways and began inching through until he passed through a curtain to a wide courtyard full of scantily clad men and women, mostly human, though with a significant halfling presence. This are of Silvermoon was the Bigfoot Slum, known for its intermingled halfling and human presence. Most of the poor in Silvermoon felt themselves united more by issues of class than species, viewing the other races as distantly related cousins. Most of the bigotry seemed to flow from the top down. It was why Rhianan had gotten more second looks for the quality of her gear than her white hair.<br><br>The courtyard was brightly decorated with swathes of cheap cloth and flowers, many of which were already slightly wilted. Patchwork furniture was put beneath overhanging balconies that smelled sharply of the smoke of herbs one could use to escape from an otherwise unpleasant existence. Thick red smoke trailed out of one such room, followed by groans punctuated with yells; it sounded like a heavy jorem user was in the throws of the visions the crackling plant would instill. An older lady, more reminiscent of a grandmother dressed in the brightest purples and yellows, shuffled from behind a curtained doorway. "Errol, Errol; I have not seen you in so long!"<br><br>The thief smiled and pushed a hand through his unruly mop of hair. "I haven't see you either, Auntie. It has been too long." He stopped and motioned to his companion, "This is Rhianan. She is a friend. We need to find Klems. It's urgent. We can reimburse you for the remainder of his time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:20:44</strong>
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				Rhianan trailed behind him, nibbling on her bun slowly, while keeping pace. Her bright emerald eyes caught everything they could as she memorized their path. She frowned slightly, turning to shuffle behind Errol into the courtyard. She stared about, at the half-clothes people, the plumes of red smoke, the grunts and yells. She trailed behind him towards one of the blanketed openings, smiling as she was introduced. She could Feel the sickness around her, common illnesses, disease, sickness of the mind. How could a child survive here? She frowned, watching one woman sidle past, heartache and bruises covering her from head to toe. <br><br>"It's lovely to meet you," she said, turning back to Auntie. "I hope you don't mid our intrusion." Her voice was soft and polite, as she tried to puzzle why Errol would need to pay a woman for his time. Was he a whore? And she his Madame? Had Errol been? That would explain his charm, how he was so skilled n bed, certainly. It seemed a little off, though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:09:45</strong>
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				"That would be seven silver," Auntie said primly, smiling matronly at Rhianan and Errol. True satisfaction reached her eye once the thief crossed her palm with coin. Without testing the finish on the coin she deposited it in one of the manifold creases that her bright clothing provided and shuffled back into the curtain she had emerged from without word. Errol cast about with his deep blue eyes to see find somewhere to sit. He grabbed Rhianan's hand and quickly lead her to a patched settee that had seen better times. He sat down heavily and crossed one ankle over his other leg, "This could take some time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:05:56</strong>
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				Rhianan followed him in, her eyes immediately adjusting to the dim room. She sat be side him, her thigh pressing the length of his. Her eyes raked the room, taking in every detail. "Did you really grow up here?" She asked, voice hushed. "And who is she? Why did you need to pay her for someone else's time?" She asked further, head finally turning to meet his gaze. She rarely visited slums, regardless of her mixed heritage. She could usually get people to overlook that flaw with enough gold, or enough sex. <em>They'll fuck me, but they won't serve me...</em> She mused silently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:07:15</strong>
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				"Mostly," Errol admitted slowly. He did not often talk about his childhood. His eyes followed the stumbling of an old man with a wispy beard who was mumbling about something quite passionately. As he continued to talk he found it difficult to look into Rhianan's eyes. He pointed to a balcony with particularly worn stones beneath it, "Auntie let me and Klems--Klemens--she let us sleep there when we were little. Klems and me, we were orphans of a sort, I guess. Not really orphans. Urchins. Our mums died when Pox came through when we were just tottering around. They had come together, here, to ply trade. Before either of us remember. Nobody really knew our mums before they passed. Nobody really knew where they came from. They were only around for a week before they came down with Pox. Went fast, Auntie says."<br><br>He was speaking casually, eyes roving around the walls and their wilted flowers and cheap swathes of cloth. No bolts of silk, no fresh bouquets, no perfumes. Only the smell of sex and dirtiness and drugs. The smell of Errol's childhood. "Anyways. Klems started plying trade here around the time he was, oh, fourteen or so." It was best to leave out that they didn't know quite how old they were. Their best guesses had a margin of a year or two. "Very pretty boy. Very pretty. It's better to be in a place like this if you're a pretty boy without anyone to look out for you. Things can happen. Do happen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:18:28</strong>
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				Rhianan mentally winced as he slowly explained. "I'm sorry. I didn't know..." She said. "Did you...?" She asked. There hadn't been any illness from sex on him, that was good at least. He'd said they were partners, though. She couldn't imagine starting in the trade when one was fourteen. It was tragic. She'd used paid men before. She'd had no problem with it. She treated, and paid them, well. She was always a loose hand with her healing, too. Anything she found in them was usually healed during the course of their time. The pox was not difficult to fix. "I'm glad you had a place to stay..." She finally replied, her mind shying away from what could have happened. To either of them. To most dunks who took children, beauty was not an issue. And for the first time, she was glad that Errol had gone into thievery instead of prostitution.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:17:57</strong>
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				"Quick with my fingers, shy with strangers," Errol explained, reaching up to let one finger trail down Rhianan's jawline to underscore his point. Things had changed since he was fourteen. Of course, that was again only a small part of the truth. There was a much larger portion of it that had meant he had been away from the city for a while, had fallen out of contact with Klems and Auntie, due to a foolish mistake. Otherwise he very well may have ended up working in the brothel in some manner or another. The girls who had occasionally doted on the two children always pointed out Klem's delicate figure and Errol's striking gaze.<br><br>Seemingly without warning, Errol's eyes turned to a doorway covered in deepest purple cloth. He stepped up and walked towards it when a much shorter fellow walked through it with a trademark sashay. Klems was draped in a silken tunic that nicely complimented his soft brown hair, earrings dangled from his ears that managed to match his welcoming green eyes. It was immediately apparent that Klems and Errol had grown up together given the way they looked completely at ease with one another. The only thing that marred Klemens otherwise beautiful, fragile features was a long scar that passed over one milky white eye and descended to his neck in a vicious hook. Without it he could have worked in any bordello in the city, with it he was relegated to the likes of Auntie's establishment.<br><br>Errol picked up Klems in a tight bear hug and shook the man back and forth in his arms as though he were a little rag doll to Klems' laughter. Klems' slim pale fingers battered Errol's shoulders. "Rolly!" The prostitute cried in a high pitched whine between peals of laughter, "Rolly! Lemme down! Right now!"<br><br>Caught in a fit of snickering, Errol let down the man he had grown up with. "Klems, this is Rhianan, Rhianan, this is Klems."<br><br>Klems gave a little bow with a flowery fluttering of fingers. "A pleasure." His good eye roved over the woman's face and caught onto one ear. "I take it Rolly has-"<br><br>Errol elbowed Klems in the side. "Klems!" he hissed, looking embarrassed and flushing a very deep red very quickly.<br><br>"Shut up, slut," Klems retorted cheerfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:38:01</strong>
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				Rhianan relaxed a fraction, as he replied, nodding and offering him a soft smile. Her gaze followed his, as he abruptly looked away. She stood in tandem with him, though she waited behind, a hand coming up to cover her smile as the two met. Her eyes locked on his ruined one, and a soft gasp sounded, though the way Errol was flinging the shorter man about, she doubted either would notice. She stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting, as Errol introduced her. "A pleasure, Klemens. I'm sorry to bother you in the middle of the day."<br><br>She smiled at the beautiful man, quirking an eyebrow at his comment. "No... It was more like I did," She replied, grinning crookedly at Klemens' audacity, and Errol's reaction. Her eyes lingered on the savage scar, and she wondered what happened, though she did not ask. "I'm afraid Errol and I are in a bit of a bind..." She added. "If you can help us... I think I can fix that..." She said, voice quiet. Eyes were tricky. She hadn't fixed one in a long, long time. She couldn't regrow missing parts. If anything had been dislodged, he would still be blind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 18:20:10</strong>
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				Klemens took Rhianan's hand in his own and enfolded it in small fingers, looking up at Rhianan's classically beautiful features with a rueful smile. "A friend of Errol's is often a friend of mine."<br><br>Everything about Errol tightened when Rhianan offered that she may be able to fix Klemens' eye--for a price. It started with the way his bent knees suddenly locked, to his suddenly tense abdomen, his clenched fists, downward sloping shoulders, crouched back, and the tight, vulnerable eyes he put on display without realizing it. Even though he had very rarely advertised the fact it was not an unknown that Errol would do most anything for Klemens. It was only a slightly more well known fact that he would wig out at whenever Klems was hurt. While Errol found himself physically attempting to protect the shorter fellow, Klems was often the one who shored up Errol's sometimes inadequate emotional responses.<br><br>Klems shot a look at his friend, one that spoke quiet volumes. "What did you get into?" There was an undertone of anger.<br><br>"I... I fucked up," Errol said, wincing. "There was a wand, a bone wand about the length of my forearm, with silver inlay. The inlay had symbols that looked like..." The thief fished a piece of chalk from a hidden pocket inside of his vest and knelt down, quickly sketching out six increasingly intricate symbols. To Rhianan's trained eye they were mostly familiar; a symbol to regulate power, a rune to mark ownership by Duragon's hand, two symbols to denote the nature of the wand and two that seemed obscure. Given the radicals and pieces that made up of the compound marks they could have been something to do with travel of some sort, perhaps luck or speed. Best bet is that the wand blessed or added motion of some sort to its user.<br><br>"What about it?" Klems' arms were crossed over his chest and he was fully facing Errol as though Rhianan had disappeared.<br><br>"Well. Basically. Uh. So, I broke into a mage laboratory, I stole the wand on mission and then I got cursed. It's . . . pretty bad, I guess. If Rhianan and I go farther from each other than, uh, about twenty rods we stop breathing. It feels like a sharp rock is slicing through my throat." Without thinking Errol rubbed his throat. "Orval told us that-"<br><br>"That was you? No. Way." Klems whirled on Rhianan and strode up to her to plant a surprisingly hard finger in her chest, hard enough to send her stumbling backwards, the recipient of all the strength of . "You. Do not. Get Rolly involved. In your bullshit. Do you know what's going to happen to Errol after your fucking stunt with Orval?"<br><br>"Klems!" Errol shouted, taking a step forward. His voice resounded across the curved walls of the courtyard, echoing with no small amount of fury. He put a hand on Klemens and whirled the little man around, knuckles white with pathos. "What the fuck--I don't care. You don't fucking do that to Rhianan. Don't. No. Just shut the fuck up and let me talk. We get the curse lifted if we bring back the wand. I have the money. You just give me the wand or tell me who it went to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 19:12:37</strong>
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				Rhianan glanced to Errol as she watched him tense, eyebrows furrowing quizzically. She'd done something wrong. She held her tongue, however, watching the two. Her eyes took in the runes, and she mentally winced. Yep, they were in waist-deep trouble. When Klemens whirled on her, he caught her off guard. She stumbled back a step before she caught herself, a soft yelp escaping her. He'd likely bruised her. "Ouch!" She yelped, her face hardening at the short man. But Errol was there between them, already. Her hands fisted, and she felt the acidic rise of anger. "Errol..." she started, before shaking her head, and turning. She needed to leave before she did something else stupid. <br><br>She strode from the courtyard, inching her way through the tiny opening, before she found a place to sit. She chewed on her bottom lip, forcing herself to breathe. Guilt, anger and hurt washed over her. She'd complicated things for Errol. Yes, it was his fault they were in this mess, but she had not helped. And she liked him. She didn't want his life complicated by it any more than she wanted hers complicated. She stared steadfastly at the sky, refusing to let herself cry. She was so done with this. What was worse, was Klemens was sick. She doubted even he knew it, but it would get worse. Much worse. He could die before they managed to find the damn wand, if he caught anything else. She doubted Errol would listen to her if she said. He wouldn't want to know. She sometimes hated how she could tell when people were hurt or ill. It was one of the reasons she travelled alone. It was easier when it was strangers.<br><br>Lightly, Rhianan bumped her head against the wall, watching the clouds pass worrilessly overhead. She didn't want to be near Klemens. Honestly, she didn't even want to be around Errol. It was too much. There were too many emotions. But she couldn't let his friend begin to feel it. If he felt it he wouldn't have more than two weeks. With a growl, she stood. Turning, she began back through the passage. He was a good man, just concerned for Errol. She was too, though she was loath to admit it. And that apparently extended to Klemens. <br><br>"Klemens," She yelled, striding over, and taking hold of his wrist. "You're sick. Been about three months since you got sick." She paused a minute, and closed her eyes. It never took long for her to force her will through a person's body, eradicating every scent, every glimpse, every hint of the illness, if she put her mind to it. "Now you're not. Watch who you service. And don't ever do that to me again." She added.&nbsp; She let his wrist go, and turned. She hadn't yelled. She hadn't even threatened. Her voice had taken on an authoritative tone that brooked no argument. Again, she strode from the clearing. She felt better, but she'd compromised efficiency with speed. The scar remained. She hadn't healed old wounds his body had healed. She wasn't exhausting herself for him. Not unless she got a damned good apology, and an answer. She couldn't afford it, and she wasn't inclined towards helping any one of Errol's accomplices. They were all, apparently, unlikely to be helpful, let alone polite. But she had healed the illness, and given his body an extra push to fight off any more illnesses that cropped up.<br><br>She hated being stuck with people. It was a lot more draining and complicated. She needed this <em>Gies</em> broken. And soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 18:54:21</strong>
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				When Rhianan cured Errol his face went through a whip fast cycle of emotion--from its formerly guarded expression to worry and anxiety then equal parts grief and love. After she turned away Errol took Klemens in his arms and hugged him tightly, as though if they were just close enough all of their problems could go away. "I'm so sorry, Klems, I'm <em>so sorry</em>," he mumbled into the lithe man's forehead, rocking back and forth. He hadn't felt this vulnerable in a long time. "We, we; just tell me who you gave the wand to and I can give you enough money. You can go away."<br><br>Klemens hugged Errol back tightly, forehead in the nook of Errol's chin. "Rolly, I don't have anywhere else to go. You know that I've never left Silvermoon. I was never the strong one."<br><br>The thief shook his head back and forth, "Go and find out where our mothers came from. You can do it. You're the smart one, remember?" Even when the words left his mouth Errol knew it would be a fool's errand. But right now Klems needed to leave Silvermoon City. Errol had not yet considered the repercussions of Rhianan's torture of Orval. At best he would find himself with a new enemy, at worst he would be beaten to death with a cudgel. Things had certainly become complicated. "Go to Castle Bank. Tell them I sent you. My account cipher is Klemens Little."<br><br>"Awww, you big doofus," the smaller man said, squeezing Errol possessively. "I handed the wand off to a gentleman called Norris Reefs. He spends a lot of time in Den of Iniquity."<br><br>"Thank you," Errol hefted Klems up and spun him around then put him down. "Go now. Please. Pack up your shit and leave."<br><br>With that Errol and his adopted brother shared one final hug and parted their ways. Errol was wiping his eyes when he sidled through the tight alleyway that lead to the brothel he had grown up around to find Rhianan waiting. Without warning he took her face in his hands and kissed her, some of his tears still caught between their lips. He pulled his mouth back with their foreheads still resting together. "Thank you <em>so much</em>. I don't know what would happen if I lost Klems."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:56:08</strong>
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				Rhianan looked up, as she heard the sidling through the passage, her eyebrows still drawn together, a frown etched across her face. She froze as his hands enveloped her face, his lips descending against hers hard, the taste of salt catching between them. She stared into his eyes for a moment, feeling as if she were drowning in his emotion. She wanted distance. No attachment, no emotion. It was too hard, and it left her more vulnerable than she cared to be. She hurt from Kemens' anger, from the knowledge that she'd complicated this more than it had to be. From Errol's need to intercept the anger. From the knowledge that unless Klemens could change his whole life he would be sick again within months. That it would break Errol when Klemens did die prematurely.<br><br>She pulled away from his embrace, and stood. "Do we know where we're going?" She asked curtly. No emotions. No attachment. They would find the damn wand, have sex whenever they needed, and part ways with no attachment. That was the only way they would survive with their sanity in tact. The only way she had a chance of keeping herself somewhat hidden. She would have to jump borders, this time, maybe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 17:05:16</strong>
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				Errol shook the pain out of his face and settled into something bland and apathetic. The kind of look the jubilant got when they were dying a little bit on the inside. He knew about the diseases that passed through brothels. Klemens had been sick before but never sick like that. Prostitution and seduction were Klemens stock and trade, they were what Errol's little brother had in his life. Just like Errol had silent feet, swift fingers and a laissez faire attitude towards personal property. A deep breath began to dispel the monster of worry that was gnawing at his chest, bringing up all those memories of running barefoot and huddling together beneath an awning in the courtyard of the brothel in the rain. Of the things he had done to the man who cut Klems and ruined his eye.<br><br>"We're going to a gambling hall. Den of Iniquity. A man named Norris Reefs has the wand. We'll have to pass into the Rose Quarter," which meant no weapons. Members of the Watch were posted at each entrance to the Rose Quarter and insured that all weapons were duly catalogued and confiscated. You could have them returned from safekeeping for a nominal fee, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 22:44:48</strong>
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				Rhianan ignored the shot of pain that gripped her somewhere between her heart and stomach as his face fell. She had to quash the attachment now. Before she couldn't. Her lips twisted slightly, as he mentioned the Rose Quarter, but she nodded. "Let's get going then." She replied, stepping away from him, and taking the lead. She knew approximately where they needed to go. She'd been to the Rose Quarter exactly once. It had not been a pleasant experience. They'd wanted her to heal a man who could not pay his debts. So they could beat the rest of them from his flesh. And then he could die. She'd been beaten, herself, for her refusal, and thrown out. She shook the memory from her head, sighing at the unpleasant thought. She held her tongue, as they walked, keeping her pace moderate. He could overtake her, and actually show her the easiest way, if he wanted. If not they could follow the signs. She didn't care overmuch. All she wanted was to find the damned wand, be rid of Errol and hop a border or three to get away from the Academy's shadow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:05:17</strong>
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				The cobbles took on a new texture for the bootless thief as they set off for the Rose Quarter. Instead of reminiscence of home they took on the specter of an alien environment bent on his humiliation and destruction. Where once the clover shaped cobbles of Bigfoot whispered of tumbles and tribulations won, they were weeping with nostalgia now, crying for his loss. He could never go home now. There was no home, now. It had taken until now to realize the level of trouble he was in. Trying to take anything from a gentleman required a certain social finesse with a certain strata of society that intimidated him. Where the intricacies of the Thieves' Guild and the gangs that roamed Silvermoon had been laid bare for a long time now, the Rose Quarter was a land of mystery and intrigue where one long glance could land someone in a lifetime of forced labor.<br><br>A place where a half elf and a human roaming together would do more than raise eyes. As Errol ruminated on the dark paths that were laid before him in his future his feet took over, silently veering a slight left when they should have gone right, avoiding congested streets and taking silent steps down alleys between artisan shops and boutiques. Without thought his breath settled into the coordinated abdominal sequence he had learned from a nimble halfling beggar who had taken to Errol after he had first been nearly caught pick pocketing. It brought intent to an otherwise fragmented focus, aligning senses into a practiced sense of awareness. His head lifted and slowly broke back into the soft half smile he settled into when he was by himself, as though there was something to laugh at no one could take away from him.<br><br>As he approached an entrance to the Rose Quarter Errol unconsciously straightened his vest and long sleeved shirt, then pulled down on the inside of cuffs of his trousers with his toes in a motion reminiscent of a nervous school boy fidgeting with his feet. The Rose Quarter was walled, colorful murals seeking to detract from the bland reality of segregation from the nobility and their servitors and those who existed outside the broadest of inner circles of power. The guards standing with crossed spears looked bored as they stood resplendent in crimson and gold tabards, chain mail jerkins extending past their knees, leading to boots with well shined copper over the toes. Batons hung discretely at their sides for times when a simple beating would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:30:31</strong>
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				Rhianan slipped easily in behind him, her steps matching his, slipping behind him like a shadow. She kept up well, despite the difficult way, She watched how he moved, copied it. Her lips compressed into a thin line, however, as they arrived at the gate, her eyes avoiding those clubs. She began to divest herself of weapons, not even bothering to let them ask. She moved efficiently. She didn't bother trying to look good, trying to ft in. Nobody but humans were welcome there, for long. She would be Errol's guest. She could never gain access by herself. <br><br>"Business?" One of the guards grunted, his eyes roving Rhianan both contemptuously and covetously. She was used to it. "I've been summoned by Master Reefs." She replied. "I am a healer. He wishes his lifespan to be improved." It was a plausible enough lie. And she could likely get away with it even if they didn't believe her. She could be a clever whore.<br><br>"You got proof?" He replied, eyes watching her for 'false moves'. The other guard, apparently, decided to let his partner deal with it.<br><br>"I don't, do you?" She asked Errol, hoping he would get the hint to play along as Reefs' man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:44:08</strong>
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				Without needing to be asked Errol roughly took Rhianan's head and cranked it to the side, revealing the elven curl of her ears. "Do you think Master Reefs is going to want proof of trucking with her kind?" He reflexively spit at the ground, idly copying the stance and breathing of the guard. Without thinking the other guard spit in the same place and made a symbol for purity--that was interesting. It took Errol a palpable force of will not to narrow his eyes. This fellow was a follower of the Future of Humanity, a religious group that was organized loosely off of the belief of the manifest destiny of humanity over the subhumans. There were several nobles who supported that most crass organization.<br><br>His hand left her head with a disgusted brush. She was a thing, after all, and a debased one at that. No need to be gentle. <em>What's that euphemism?</em> "I do not think he would want it to be officially recorded he had been seen making use of one of the Pitied."<br><br>The guard's eyes flared for a moment, though still contemptuously lusty. "If only I had reason to look the other way..." He said, scratching the short beard across his chin with dirty fingernails.<br><br>Errol reached forward after slipping his hand inside of his vest before patting conspicuously closely to the guard's left breast pocket. "You only need look into your heart, brother."<br><br>He reached up and patted his heart, giving a hard smile. "The Gods have made me feel lighter on this day. Take the Pitied with you and keep watch on her. You know how her kind is." At that the guards withdrew their crossed spears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:55:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan had not been expecting that. Nor the guard's response. Her jaw set, as she yanked her head back, eyebrows crossing, though she didn't protest. He was doing what they needed to get in. She glared at her 'chaperone', as they handed their weapons over, and walked in. Never mind thats h didn't need weapons. She was a weapon. Likely he was, as well. As they stepped past the guards, she twisted, trying to keep as far away from them as she could. She recognized the gestures, if not the root. Her hand rubbed her neck, smarting from the rough yank. She held her tongue, as they tracked through the streets, the back of her neck crawling. It was different, now. Before it had been disgusting. Now it was frightening, as if something crouched, ready to leap at her. She would have to ask Errol, later.<br><br>"Where is his home?" She asked, keeping her voice impersonal, slightly angry. It was for the farce, in case the eyes she feel on the back of her neck were real. But it wasn't much of a stretch, either. She'd nearly cold cocked hi in the face when he spit. She'd been spit on more than enough in her life. That was the customary response, now. Even if he did not spit on her, exactly. Her skin crawled. She wanted in and out fast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 20:06:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol shrugged at Rhianan's question. How was he supposed to know where gentries folk lived? He was a hood rat. "Listen, I'm sorry about that. It was..." He groped around for something, anything, that seemed like a reasonable response. "A way in. There is--we're not all bad." Errol moved his hand to brush against her's in a fluttering motion. But, for now, that was it. Guilt welled up inside of him for the way he had roughly handled this amazing woman, how he had spoken about her even though he did not mean it.<br><br>"We'll be sitting around a gambling den to wait until he's good and knackered and then," the thief gave a noncommittal shrug, "I don't want to get caught manhandling someone with blood ties to the monarchy, you know?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 05:58:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was necessary." Rhianan agreed practically. She knew superficially that he didn't mean it, but it didn't change her reaction. She was no more pleased by the necessity of waiting around in the heart of this place before asking politely for a member of the nobility to return or sell a wand he'd had stolen. She did not want to have to, bu she would likely have to add some form of persuasion. Bribery or otherwise. She was not looking forward to it. <br><br>"Lead he way, then." She replied, suddenly feeling exhausted, though she'd only used a quarter of her reserves on Klemens, likely. It had been an awful long day, though, and she doubted it would get better any time soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:32:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took some wandering before Errol managed to point them in the direction of Den of Iniquity. Further, still, it was a while before they found the extravagant block wide complex. Fornix decorated the open bottom floor with magic shielding to hold out rain and keep in warmth at a perfectly modulated temperature. Elven servants in black and scarlet--an old stand by of fashion that rather screamed pedigree--roamed the grounds of the four story complex. Errol shot Rhianan a significant glance before he even considered stepping foot into the place. He was in his best and even then he thought he might be a little under dressed. With all of Rhianan's grace and poise she looked like something near to a savage in her--and that was it. A flash of inspiration.<br><br>The thief leaned over and whispered into Rhianan's ear, "Wait right here, I've figured it out." He cast his eyes out and walked quickly a few blocks away, when he came back approximately a quarter of an hour later he was wearing a rather expensive pair of shoes and sporting a single bracelet ofplatinum with a large sapphire set in the middle around intricate inlay of roses. There was no way he could have afforded those items. He haughtily walked past the healer, not hesitating to tug her along in his wake, past petite elven servers and quaintly ignoring well dressed male bouncers. "So, Rhianan, let's start making ourselves known. Look for a Norris Reefs."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:18:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan watched after him, perplexed and suddenly feeling all-to vulnerable. He had been her safety. If she had business with a Human, she wouldn't be challenged. Now? She was about ready to go after Errol when he came striding back. Her eyebrows raised as she stared at his new posture, all but stumbling after him as he caught her wrist to lead her in. "What?" She asked, in hushed tones as they walked past the guards. "Errol, what the hell are you doing?" She hissed, alarm thundering in her chest. What did he wave up his sleeve? If she didn't know his deception, thens he couldn't play along. And she sure as hell could never walk around the Den and ask people for Norris Reefs. She would be thrown out on her ear. Or worse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 16:30:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol moved with a purpose that would seem foreign to him for those that knew him or, in Rhianan's case, had seen him at his most open and relaxed. Normally the thief moved with the languorous grace of one going nowhere in particular, but instead of the flowing arcs and curves of his normal movement everything was haughty lines and right angles. They confidently strode up first one set of stairs to the second story, and then the third before ambling about until he found a dark, smoke filled nook in the wall. He pushed Rhianan gently in and leaned forward, trusting in the darka nd the din ofthe place to disguise their little meeting. "So we're going to imply I'm an upper class merchant's son from out of Silvermoon who's been slumming it," he pointed down at his boots and twisted the platinum bracelet around his wrist. "And you... Well, I haven't figured that out yet. Bodyguard? Personal healer?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:04:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan barely contained the yelp as he pulled her into the nook, barely big enough for the both. "Oh. Why not healer/bodyguard/concubine?" She asked practically. "Just because I'm a mutt, I'm still worth fucking. Even more so if I'm useful, no?" She asked. A hint of bitterness curdled her words, though it wasn't directed at him. She sighed, and shook her head. It made sense, though. it was a good deception. She couldn't help the frustration, the sadness, or the feeling of hopelessness this entire situation had her feeling. She wanted to be back on the road, alone, fighting and fucking whomever she chose. <br><br>"I can play the part." She confirmed. She could be a kept woman. She doubted it would be much of a stretch. "How are we going to know who Norris Reefs is?" She asked him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:21:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The thief tacitly left out the portion about exoticness and the odd social status that could bring, deciding that he felt bad enough being instrumental in Rhianan's degradation. Often when a man hears bitterness from a woman, especially a man of social privilege, it is difficult to discern who that diffuse bitterness is aimed at. For that reason Errol wilted a little and then raised a hand to caress the side of his new lover's face, "You know that <em>I</em> think you are a breath taking display of skill and wit, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:45:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan sighed, as his hand caressed her face, torn between turning into his palm, and away from it. Instead she nodded. <em>That's where the problem lies.</em> She replied internally, before pulling away. Thy could do tender later. They had a job to do, for now. "Let's get going. We have gentry to bother and astound. They'll either be disgusted or intrigued by your 'pet'." At least she'd dropped he acidity from her voice. <br><br>That's what she would be seen as. Property. An animal. Good. The better to eavesdrop, my dear. She offered him a tiny smile, before adopting her role. She peeked out of the cranny, blushing, but eyes watchful, as if he'd pulled her in to molest her, before stepping out, watching for any who may harm her 'master'.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:01:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, beautiful, let's find a rich guy who thinks he's hot shit 'cause he knows criminals," Errol said before leading his new toy--the thought made him cringe--back out into the main floor. She did blushing so well. He shook the thought from his head and cast an eye for out a fellow who had the look of someone who thought he was slick, who thought that he had something the rest of these people did not. The problem was with these wealthy fellows and ladies was that they mostly seemed to think they were the same in that way.<br><br>After twenty minutes of searching along craps tables, pits watching magically mutated monkeys fight. Barbed bone spines had been grown through their lengthened forearms, thick overly muscled hands, external bone plating and insane whirling golden eyes. The thief stopped, mezmerized for a moment by the click-clacking of bone against bone, the angry howling of primate fighting primate. The thief started to look a little ashen as he watched the two monkeys scream and battle. After too long a moment he shook his head and moved on. He glanced back at the brutal violence amid trappings of decadence; silk skeins of violet and red hung in tasteful arcs along the walls, paintings and sculptures that cost more than anyone he knew made in a year were a dime a dozen, the grey-green smoke of sotweed curled towards the ceiling from an untold amount of pipes. "Such decadence," he muttered beneath his breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan couldn't watch the monkeys. She stayed close behind Errol, eyes raking every person suspiciously. She felt naked without her knives. Worst were the looks. Disgust from most of the ladies, and a few of the men. The rest were... They felt like horrid, dirty hands running over her body, touching where they pleased. Why did she care? She was no more a person than those horrible, pitiful monkeys. She hated it. It made her feel ill. and worse, they were getting nowhere. One of the worst was a woman. She wouldn't stop staring. And then she began to move. She was like a rabid panther. Slow steps, swinging her skirts. <br><br>"Good evening." She purred, addressing Errol, though her eyes still roamed Rhianan's body. "I haven't seen you here... I'm Lady Marissa Reefs." She offered her hand, limp wristed to Errol.<br><br>Rhianan shifted uncomfortably, sidling a little bit behind Errol. Reefs. Of course she was connected to the man they wanted. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:28:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The thief raised one marginally calloused hand to grip the Lady's before leaning down and perfunctorily pecking the back of her hand. <em>Too good</em>, he thought as his lips pressed against her cold hands. "No, you have not. My name is Errol Drift." His voice took on an odd lilt, the up and down staccato of the Hinterlands. Perhaps a month's travel by horseback overland, they spoke the same language and were considered easily as cosmopolitan as Silvermoon, if somewhat rougher around the edges. The Hinterlands was a loose confederation of tribes that had banded together less than a hundred years ago to create a unified front against an encroaching nationstate. Not just that, but they tended to be less picky about the races that surrounded them and their relative "purity" than the racist Silvermoon silverbloods.<br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you." He noted the way the Lady Reefs' eyes raked up and down Rhianan's body, far less circumspectly than Errol's did when they were walking together. After a polite throat clearing, "This is my pet, Rhianan. She is quite... <em>Skilled</em> in a variety of domains."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:34:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan flushed , though with fury or humiliation, even she couldn't tell. But she played it off as coyness. She bobbed in a graceful curtsy to the lady, murmuring some pleasantry. She'd been drilled in court manners at the Academy. <br><br>Marissa spared him a glance, and a nod, before returning her gaze. "Ahh, how fortuitous you have come to acquire such an... oddity." She replied. Her eyes took on a predatory gleam. He'd lay claim to Rhianan, and he's teased her with a hint at her skills.<br><br>Rhianan spared a glance at the woman's eyes, and fear thrilled in her chest. Before she'd wanted Rhianan. Now, if her look was any indication, she would stop at nothing to possess her. <br><br>"What brings you to Silvermoon?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:46:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Adventure, things of interest. The Hinterlands are so," one of Errol's hands gave an adroit flutter, "so <em>boring</em>. One gets over the duels so quickly. I have heard that no one does interesting in quite the same way as the silverbloods do." There was an instant rogueish smile dancing about Errol's face when he referenced the nickname of the gentried folk of Silvermoon City, sprawling citystate that it was.<br><br>The thief put a comfortable, if possessive, arm around Rhianan's waist. His fingers wrapped around the suddenly coy woman's thigh, absently caressing the supple leather that covered her finely turned leg. "You wouldn't happen to be able to lead a stranger and a strange city and his pretty little thing to something... <em>Fun</em>?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa's fine, black eyebrow arched, and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Yes, yes. It would me my pleasure. Tell me, where are you staying? Any inn that would allow you to house your girl would not be to your standards,&nbsp; imagine. Please, allow me to extend an invitation to stay at my husband's house whilst you are here." She offered, eyes glinting. They could not be together all the time. And there were many ways to acquire what she wanted. Kidnap her, hide her, outright buy her, perhaps.<br><br>"Please, allow us to sit," She added, gesturing to a nearby booth. She was graceful in blood red silks, graceful and terrifying. Rhianan pressed against Errol, glad for the possessive arm around her. It was clear as day what Marissa's intentions were, to her. She had the sneaking suspicion that what Marrissa wanted, Marissa got. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 19:03:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That invitation was better than anything Errol could have hoped for. Sure neither of them would be able to stay in Silvermoon if he stole directly from the Drifts house--which at this point he was willing to, more than anything else--but it meant neither of them would have to die a horrible, choking death. Blinded by his good fortune, Errol managed to miss the wolfish glint in the Lady Drifts' eyes. Instead all he saw was that bone wand in his hand, etched with those six runes, slick and somehow pitted at the same time. The item itself had gleaned with power so palpable even Errol could feel it even through the slim tube he had kept it in, slung over his back. But this meant freedom, even if being free from Rhianan was not necessarily something Errol was looking forward to.<br><br>He sauntered to the booth and slid down onto the plush seats next to Rhianan. "Marissa--may I call you Marissa?--the accomodations have been just awful. Yesterday we came upon just the most <em>quaint</em> little inn with our baggage, we leave for all of six or seven turns of the hour glass, and then when we come back our clothes are <em>gone</em>. Can you believe that? I had to purchase this," his hands waved up and down at his best, "so... Towny, don't you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 19:14:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"How absolutely <em>horrid!</em>" Marissa replied, sounding aghast. She didn't truly care. He was the means to an end. "You must allow me to have my dear Norris speak with the manager of the inn! Have them refund you the value of your clothing, honestly I cannot understand how you bear to be seen like that. I'll have some new clothing for you and your coquette sent to the house before we arrive."<br><br>Rhianan kept silent, her eyes averted, and all but sitting in Errol's lap. She had a terrible feeling bout the woman before them,. She wanted absolutely nothing more than to go into that house. But she knew that they would have to. How else would they get the wand?<br><br>Marissa asked about the Hinterlands, idly, for the Rhianan had no doubt that the clothing provided for her would be unbearable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 19:23:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though never quite so good at deflecting conversation as Klemens was--quick with fingers, shy with strangers--Errol managed to hold his own with tales he had overheard from someone he had known who had grown up as a merchant's son from the Hinterlands. Stories of the Sea of Reeds; tales of Phinix and Belleraphon, the two warring kingdoms rife with blood feuds since before memory; the infamous Reaving Flock that would chase caravans until they broke or somehow managed to escape. "But, I must digress, it must be boring to hear of all these places you no doubt have trounced through time and time again." During his tall tales, replete with joyous little details like the golden like the green sashes of the Flock or the glimmer of Phinix's curving spires, Errol edged Rhianan onto his lap, arms comfortable around her.<br><br>"Thank you for your kindness. My pet may enjoy her leathers but I far prefer something of a finer cut." His cobalt eyes glanced merrily over Marissa's clothing, "As do you. That crimson does quite compliment your complexion." Much like any other man who saw something they wanted, he glossed over the dangerous, sly way the Lady Reefs resembled a crouched tiger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 14:25:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa's eyebrows arched, as he mentioned his Pet's preference. "Such concern for a pet's druthers. It's not something you often see." She commented softly, her eyes locking for a moment with Rhianan's, sending the clear message that when she possessed her, she would enjoy no such luxury. "Please, allow me to robe you both. Leathers are not appropriate when staying in a safe place. Besides, you cannot expect her to understand that she would be more comfortable in linens or cotton than in tight armor, can you?" She asked. His clothing was none of her concern. She wanted to see the half elf in a dress, in less than that.&nbsp; "What colours do your house call their own?" She asked. <br><br>Rhianan's eyes avoided Marissa's as best they could. She stayed silent, curling on Errol's lap, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. She listened carefully, to the way Marissa spoke, trying to find hints in her manners. How they could get in, out, and how she could avoid being waylaid by her, or any of her staff. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 16:19:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment Errol felt himself rankled behind his smooth, jovial expression. Why&nbsp; should he not care for Rhianan's tastes? <em>But she is to be my pet</em>, he thought woefully, one of his hands gently squeezing and caressing the back of the uncharacteristically silent half-elf's neck. It seemed as though their ruse was leading to some decidedly unpleasant assumptions and interplays. The funny thing was, Rhianan seemed almost palpably meek, curled up on his lap as she was. "Blue and green, Marissa." He let his eyes roam down the woman's dress, "Should I take it your's are red?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 22:16:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You should," Marissa replied, a long-fingered hand idly caressing the sleeve of her dress. She sent a guard, once she had the needed information, to purchase clothing for the two of them, stubbornly. It wasn't long until she grew bored of waiting for Norris to lose his alloted gold, or to get too far into his cups. The guards would see him home. "Shall we adjourn to the estate?" She asked Errol. "There should be, at least by now, suitable robes for yourself. And I'm sure we can find something for your pet to wear to dinner from the servants' livery." She added, standing. Another guard was dispatched to find the carriage, ad she readied to go. <br><br>Rhianan's back stiffened under Errol's touch as the woman mentioned her clothing again. She wanted nothing that tied her to the woman, no gifts, not even a trace of food from her kitchens. As Marissa stood, signaling they take their leave, Rhianan's eyes sought Errol's, in apt imitation of seeking a confirmation that she was to rise. Instead, her eyes asked him if he thought it was worth the risk to go into the cobra's lair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 22:46:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please, lead the way," Errol said before he looked down into Rhianan's eyes. For a moment he paused, seeing the shadows of fear and concern drop over her otherwise courageous features. The small talk had sufficiently distracted him from the woman's clear reservations but this was just perfect. Errol had personally been approached by the serpentine wife of the man he needed to steal from and invited into their home. The fabrication was simple and sweet and, if pressed, he would be able to keep up appearances. The only thing that seemed to have gone awry was how unnervingly Rhianan was acting. <em>Couldn't that look just be her playing her part?</em> A small quavering part of him spoke up against the hopeful question only to be rebuked the memory of slicing, choking. Dispelled by memories of tunnel vision and missing boots.<br><br>"Come now, let us follow the Lady Reefs," he murmured into her ear with an insistent pat on the back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 01:01:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan nodded. She had no choice in the matter, really, but he was the thief, not she. He knew what e was doing. She would just have to keep watch over herself. That was all. Her eyes dropped, and she stood from Errol's lap, stepping back to allow him to take his position before her. She took the same position a daughter would behind a man. Two steps back and one to the left, following as the Lady lead the down, out the front door and into an opulent blood red and onyx carriage. It likely cost enough to feed a large family for a year.<br><br>Marissa ascended into her carriage gracefully, assisted by a footman, then it was Errol's turn. Rhianan hesitated. She didn't want to go in the carriage, but she wasn't sure if she could get away with hanging off the back like one of the footmen. Marissa noted the hesitated, and mentally cheered. She wanted the girl scared and running. It was more fun that way. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 06:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Errol approached the decadent carriage he began to do mental calculations out of sheer habit. After he found a fence he would probably walk away with about a wuarter of the worth, enough to ride high for a month or two. Buy Klemens something pretty. <em>Klems best have got out of town</em>, he internally crowed, jet eyebrows knitted together in momentary concern. He stepped into the carriage and sat down on the surprisingly comfortable seat across from Lady Reefs. His estimation shot up by a few pretty platinum once he noticed just how tastelessly luxurious the insides were. When he noticed his lover's hesitation he made an impatient motion with his hand, playing the part of the master expecting obedience of a shy toy. "Come now," more than an edge of lascivious authority in his voice as his eyes raked up and down her form.<br><br>He shot a glance at Reefs, noting the almost jubilant expression on her face as she watched Rhianan. The thief got the faint flutter of a feeling he should watch out for this woman but, <em>All our troubles solved in a night.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 14:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's chin dropped as he beckoned her, his voice taking on a decidedly unpleasant tone. <em>This is why I can't be attached.</em> She thought to herself, carefully climbing into the carriage, and sitting gingerly beside him. She didn't dare lounge back as he and Marissa did. She was property, not guest. <em>It's a farce, an act. He doesn't mean any of it and you do not belong to anyone.</em> She reminded herself. Still, her head ducked and her shoulders seemed to collapse in on themselves. This was so like the academy in a sense, it felt like she could be used at any moment by whomever chose. That's why she left. It's why she wanted nothing more than to run from he carriage, the serpent inside. She wanted to run from Errol, because he was a trap in himself. The most dangerous kind, as well. He was the kind she wasn't sure she wanted to escape.<br><br>Marissa watched the half&nbsp; elf take on a submissive posture, lounging back as the carriage as it rolled away from the gambling house. She felt as if she were a cat that had stolen an entire bowl of cream. The jaws of her trap were closing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So," Errol's eyes turned to the snake across from him, "what is it the silverbloods do for fun?"<br><br>It took a force of will not to wrap his arm around the suddenly submissive Rhianan and rocked her back and forth. Errol was thankful he was an accomplished liar, given how right now he wanted little more than to hold the woman to his side and remind her that everything would be so okay. She looked just defeated. Defeated. That was what they were fighting against, setting their shoulders down against unhelpful criminals and magical chains. Errol's fingers absently caressed the side of his throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:56:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You saw it. Gambling, perversion, any vice you can think of, really." Marissa sighed, and shrugged. "There are shows, musics. Learning. Gossip, and society. Is it not the same in the Hinterlands?" She asked, satisfied that the half elf was suitably subdued, for now. She watched his fingers at his throat. Perhaps he would do for a night, as well, though she doubted he would be much fun. She couldn't hurt him or terrify. That was for subhumans. That was for the half elf.<br><br>The carriage rolled to a stop, finally, and she smiled. "Ah, lovely," She muttered softly, waiting for a footman o open the door. "I'll allow you to freshen up." She said, turning back as she stepped down. "You will be shown to your room. Dinner will be in two hours, Errol." She said with a predatory smile. "Someone will come to fetch you."<br><br>With that, she whisked away, a meek elven maid bobbed to the both. "Please, Sir. This way." She said, eyes on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol politely nodded and gave his thanks to Marissa before she left, then his eyes turned to the lithe elven made looking carefully at the floor. He had to stop himself from telling her to look him in the eyes when she spoke, remembering his position as a wealthy man of the Hinterlands. "Lead the way," he said before casting a glance back at Rhianan. True to form, the domicile the Reefs spent their time in was as opulent as he had expected, but it still managed to take his breath away. He had dreams of one day living somewhere this beautiful. Dreams, not aspirations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan followed as the elf lead them through the house, a maze, to be sure. She deposited them in the 'blue guest room', a room of opulence, deep indigo coloring and ivory accents. As soon as the door closed, Rhianan sighed, sinking into a chair, and leaning forward, cradling her forehead with a hand. She was exhausted. It was not easy to feign submissiveness. To ward off the true feelings. She wanted out of this house, it stank of aristocracy, the walls whispered that she was unfit, she was unfit to stay here. She wanted sleep, she wanted Errol. She wanted him between her legs, hard and fast, she wanted him slow and tender. After a moment, she slowly inhaled, and looked up to him. "She frightens me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol sat down on the bed--the most comfortable bed he had ever sat in--and slowly began working these supple black boots off of his feet. With a grunt he managed to work one free and gave a long sigh, working his sore feet between his fingers. At Rhianan's admission the thief gave a start, deep blue eyes opening, "She's a predator. I caught some of those looks but... All our troubles gone in a night, Rhianan, all our troubles gone in a night." He managed to slip the other off with a guttural exclamation.<br><br>Next he tossed the platinum bracelet into one boot and pushed them away from the bed before softly padding in front of his lover. He knelt down in front of the white haired woman and laid his large, nimble hands on her knees. "What can I do to make you feel safe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 01:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan looked up to him, as he tried to reassure her. "How do you know it will only be one night? You don't know where they have the wand. I don't. It could be elsewhere, what if they sold it?" She asked, her worries naked before him, even as he knelt before her. Her eyes bore into his, her hands sliding across his shoulders, up his neck to cup his face. Her mouth lowered to his. There was no tenderness in the kiss. There were no false pretenses. Her mouth opened over his, her tongue running along his lip, asking him to let her in. After a moment, she pulled back, her forehead resting against his. "I want you." She said softly. "Now... please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before Errol could get a word of hope in edgewise he felt Rhianon's warm pink tongue gliding along his lips, imminently distracting. He laid a hand down the side of her neck, fingers trailing to the hollow of her throat while they breathed the same air. "You never have to say 'please,'" he chuckled, before leaning forward to kiss her back. He slowly stood, working his hands beneath Rhianan's rear to lift her in the air. He walked her backwards into the huge, soft bed and fell back so that she was on top of him, with his legs dangling off the sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Doesn't mean I shouldn't" Rhianan replied softly her legs wrapping around his hips as he lifted her, and Subsequently fell backwards onto the bed. As his lips found hers, her mouth opened again, tongue darting out to trace his top lip. She rolled them, so they were on their sides, equal, not one on top of the other, her arms around his shoulders, legs tangling with his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm, true," he replied, eyes hooded in the content expression of a man melting into a woman. Errol's fingers stroked up and down her side, fingers deftly working at her leather top so that he could press his hands against her soft skin and feel the movement of her muscle as they undulated against each other. His lips finally managed to suck her tongue into his mouth, bringing to mind one of the first things he had said when they were alone together, <em>I wonder what it would be like to suck on your tongue.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:05:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan groaned softly as his lips caught her tongue, her hips pressing against his as her leather bodice slowly loosened, Her fingers filtered into his hair, holding him tight against her. She finally broke apart, panting as her hand slid down, to begin tugging at his shirt.She wasn't in any hurry, she just wanted to feel skin n skin, his warmth pressing to her body, no impediments. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he felt the half elf futility tugging against his shirt Errol adroitly undid the buttons of his vest in one swift movement before sticking his arms straight out to help with his lover's endeavor. "Your tongue just tastes so good, Rhia," he told her with a playful smile, "I think I may have to spend more time tasting it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slid his shit and vest up his arms, and tossed them somewhere in the opulent room. A soft smile curled her lips, and she leaned close, her lips brushing his as she replied. "Do I get a chance to try yours?" Her lips opened under his, then, framing his bottom lip. Her teeth pressed, lightly, against it, her tongue teasing designs along the plump flesh, before she adjusted, her lips meeting his as ter tongue began to tease his out to play.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooh," he managed out when Rhianan held his lip between her teeth and gently teased it. He managed to unlace her bodice when he felt his tongue coming out from between his lips, dragging along the warm wetness of his lover's with no small amount of joy at feeling the warm vault of her mouth. His hands found purchase beneath her linen undershirt, fingers hooking around her waist band to send her crotch dragging along his thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned from her throat as he dragged her along his thigh, opening herself to him, the warm friction, the clenching of her lower belly, as her lip trapped his tongue, giving it a slow, luxurious suck as she slowly began to pull back, drawing him out of her mouth, teeth grazing him. Her eyes were hooded, as they met his, green clashing with cobalt. She sat up, then, working to shed the bodice and shirt, revealing the crossed web pattern the wrinkled linen had left against her white skin. The feeling of taking that damned shirt off was always wonderful, un-sticking the wrinkled folds from her skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol watched Rhianan remove her bodice and shirt, smiling when he saw her muscled arms and the athletic curve of her stomach. He sat up, hands steady at her waist as he bent down to drag his tongue and lips across those patchwork angry lines, gently sucking and nibbling across the patterns laid down by pressure and friction. His hands, fingers splayed wide, went up the recurve of her back, as he paid attention to her stomach with the care of an obsessive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan shivered as his mouth trailed cross her stomach, his fingers trailed across her back, light enough to send shivers. They still both had their trousers. Closing her eyes for a moment, Rhianan used a trick she hadn't since the night before with him, sending the waves of tingling heat across his lower body, creeping up his sac p and across his shaft and head, spreading and dissipating across his hips. She opened herself to his sensations, to hers, providing the feedback. She wanted him, she wanted to be immersed hin him, lose herself in their combined sensations, intimacy far beyond simply physical.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol openly moaned into Rhianan's pale stomach as he felt the warmth creep along his back and to his groin, gasping when he felt the warm presence of his lips on her stomach on his stomach on his lips on her stomach on... It took Errol a moment to shake loose from the recursive loop of sensation before he got a fiendishly simple idea. He pushed Rhianan down onto the bed and hurriedly pulled off her boots, casting them atop his shirt, and then all but tore off her trousers. The thief kicked his own pants off with the excited clumsiness she for some reason incited within him before falling with his mouth between her thighs. His fingers dipped into her sensitive folds of flesh and drew the moistness he found there across the head of his member as his lips and tongue began an adventure in eliciting moans with some gusto, wetted thumb working over that so sensitive slit of his member, hands rolling up and down his cock with practiced ease.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan gasped as he shucked their trousers, pressing her down, his finger slipping into her, mouth descending, smearing her against him. It was enough to drive her crazy. Her hips arched against him, hands curling in his mussed hair. She couldn't tell where her sensations ended and his began, it was enough to pin her effectively to the bed. "Errol," she moaned, unable to keep still, to keep quiet. "Please... god I need... I need..." She pleases, unable even to finish the sentence. Her body screamed with electric pleasure, pushing the worries, any problems far, far away. Her teeth worried into her bottom lip, the warm, dull pain, sharp enough to be interesting giving her a focal point, though not dulling any of it. She moaned again. "Please"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not being one to disappoint a lady in need, particularly when their wants coincided so nicely, Errol marched a row of kisses up her mound, across her belly, and playfully nipped one of her breasts. He straightened up and brought her legs pushed against his shoulders, rubbing his member back and forth across her wanting, almost grasping sex, before sliding into her with a long, excited groan. He reached forward and grasped her hands, pulling as he pushed forward into her into him, the feelings seemed to spiral rapidly out of control when he was no longer sure who was doing what or where he was or even if he was deciding the rhythm or there was any decision at all. Before long he was not sure if his moans were his at all, or if he was just filling in for Rhianan's breathlessness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:06:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan's fingers curled against his, grasping his hand as he slid in, filling, pressing against the one spot than never failed to make her lower belly explode with tingling pressure. She maned out, panting as she felt him push into her, the way she gripped, the way he stretched her. It was so much, more than usual. It was likely the <em>Gies</em> amplifying her magic, the connection between the two. She was full to screaming with him, with his energy. She'd never been this full. Nothing could go wrong. He was here, with her, and she was with him, and gods it flt so good!<br><br>She clamped on him, racked with orgasm almost before they truly started. She screamed, arching, blinded, flooded, her mind far away, her body the only part of her left. She felt herself grip him, the arm tight tension, and that pushed her further, sustaining the orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a long moment there was no sight, no sound, no sense of touch, no cloying scent of bodies communing. There was only a profound sense of unity in experience that blanked out meaningless thought and profound instinct. It left a feeling of pleasure and a warmth that seemed as though the world ought to be catching fire around them. A terrific and horrifying euphoria that left Errol distilled to a single pure essence that he could only wish to dream of.<br><br>Errol felt the spiraling movements of their bodies locked together as he futilely moved within the loving embrace of her sex. A spasm, a wonderful, glorious spasm that melted their hands together into a long, fluid bar of tension. Before he knew it his hips were bucking against her in small rocking motions, the meaningless movements of a body trapped in the far flung euphoria of the body's culmination. "Oh, <em>gods</em>," he said in what was, for the first time in his life, an exultation that approached prayer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:05:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan panted beneath him, slowly easing their sensations apart. She couldn't just shut it off, that would have been to much of a shock. Instead the feelings of the other began to separate, fade, until they were, again, in their own worlds. She was ired, languid, relaxed weak, physically, though she felt like she could move the entire house if she felt like it. She groaned softly, eyelids heavy as her eyes sought his, a grass-covered hill searching to touch the deep blue of a twilight sky. "Thank you." She whispered, near silently. It did more than replenish her stores. It had helped her find herself, the strong half elf who took shit from no-one. The strong woman who would never be owned. It dragged her from that terrible place she had begun ti skulk in, the place where she couldn't really tell, any more, if she was acting or being the submissive pet she was pretending to be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 20:49:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was easy to fall into Rhianan's eyes, watching him for all the world like a woman who was trying to commune with his spirit. Errol slowly moved her legs their perch on his shoulder, hands massaging from her thighs to ankles. "You're welcome," he replied with a tired smile, face still flushed from their exertions. When Errol could no longer feel the half-elf it seemed as though there was a lacking, a loss as important as that of a limb.<br><br>He laid down next to her and took her up in his arms, one of his legs idly rubbing up and down her calf. Their foreheads touched, eyelashes nearly touching as they slowly moved up and down in unconscious unison. "I," he whispered, "will do <em>everything</em> in my power to make sure you are safe." One of his hands brushed her hair behind one of those curved ears of her's, finger absently brushing along the point, "I will do everything," he shook his head and paused, "you matter to me. I don't... I won't <em>let</em> people hurt you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 18:47:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt safe in his arms, comfortable and wanted. Cherished. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was dangerous to let him that close, but she didn't care. Not right then. A shiver ran down her spine as his fingers brushed the tip of her ear, biting her bottom lip. She nodded, pressing forward, her lips against his in a soft kiss of gratitude. "Thank you." She whispered again, her arms holding herself close. Her fingers curled against his back, almost like a sleepy child's. She knew they couldn't sleep, but she could have used one. It had already been an incredibly long day. "Errol... When I'm acting... please remind me it's just an act when we have private?" She whispered. It scared her how easily she was slipping into the role, how easy it was to look to him for decisions, instructions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:00:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, beautiful, I wouldn't have it any other way," he told her honestly. He rather enjoyed being able to rely on someone who could take care of themselves in a pinch, someone who would like over his back while he look over her's. The feel of her fingers curled against his back was excellent, reminding him that there was someone who wanted him and trusted him and, above all, seemed to care. Maybe she did not love him. Maybe she did not need him. But she seemed to want him.<br><br>"What say you," his chin pressed forward as he softly kissed Rhianan, "I give you a back rub?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes cosed, as his lips brushed hers, pressing for a moment, before she nodded. A back rub sounded magnificent. "Yes please," She replied, voice muffled by sleepiness. She was tense, she had been since that woman had first laid predatory stare on her. She pressed close, for a moment, before turning, keeping close, his chest pressing to her back. The warmth felt good, pressing against her back, shielding her from the imaginary eyes she felt watching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol found himself straddling Rhianan, knees on either side of her rear, while his sac and limp member rested comfortably on the crest of her backside. His hands started where the half elf's shoulders met her neck, digging his thumbs into the tension that was only marginally less obstinate than Rhianan. He quietly moved down her back when he felt that tension fade, hands pressing down and moving in wide circles. "You have an excellently shaped body," the thief quietly mused as he worked his way down her back, hands sliding over her rump before they began working on her legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:21:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan moaned, as his hands began to work over tight muscles, rubbing the tension out. It hurt, at first, while she resisted the pressure. She always did, but she quickly relaxed into it, her arms crossed, cradling her head as he sat on her upper thighs, slowly working his way down her back. Lords and Ladies did it feel wonder. She murmured something unrecognizable as he mused about her figure, not even sure if it was elven, or common, herself. Maybe somewhere between the two. She wasn't thinking, though. It felt too good to think. "You're a god..." She finally managed to mutter out, as his hands grasped and rubbed her bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In all honesty, I'm just copping a feel," he told her cheerfully, leaning down to playfully kiss her bottom. His hands focused on her thighs, slowly moving down to her calves and feet where he even carefully worked her dainty little toes. Once he was done with one leg he moved to the next, sure to show it the same care he had shown the first leg. It made him feel good to listen to the garbled little murmurs coming out of Rhianan's mouth as she relaxed, finally, for what seemed like the first time today since they had seen Klemens. He scooted forward and dug his thumbs into the back of her neck near the soft spot where her skull met spine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:33:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled into the pillow at his playful retort,wiggling her bum as he kissed it, and moaning again as he worked over her feet, her eyes crossing behind closed lids. She sighed, as he moved up again, working high on her neck, before she turned carefully under him, a hand filtering into his hair, and her lips meeting his. "Errol, ask me anything and it's yours," She half jested, her voice flavored with a soft groan. She couldn't promise him anything, but anything related to their bedroom activities, she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 02:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything? Hmm..." Errol shot a thoughtful look careening across Rhianan's face and the curve of her neck. There were a lot of things he could ask for the majority of which felt either meaningless or inappropriate for that they had known each other for, at this point, twenty-four hours. He leaned his head down to kiss his lover again, fingers brushing against each of those curved ears, rubbing up and down in gentle arcs. An idea blossomed. "I think, sometime when we are alone and safe, I'd like to put you in a blindfold and tie you to the bed. Then have you watch yourself through my eyes while I play with you. Mm, that sounds like fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped as his fingers teased the curved shells of her ears, groaning softly, as he leaned down to kiss, and to tell her what he wanted. "Hm..." She replied contemplatively, her eyes still closed, still relaxed. She'd never considered doing something like that, before. It was an interesting idea, but how well did she know him? Would allowing a thief to tie her up be complete folly? But still. It was Errol. "That sounds.... Yeah..." She replied, smiling. Once we're safe, I'd like that." She could stop him with a thought once she was charged, if he did decide to make off with her items.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 03:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol felt a little knot he didn't know had taken root in his belly unfold and dissipate. He was glad Rhianan didn't think him a freak for wanting to do something like that. He rolled to her side and looked at the mage by his side. "Can you scry? Could you locate the wand within this house?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:26:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan turned, as he slid to her side, to meet his eyes. Her own fell as he asked. She shook her head. It was something she'd missed. She'd run from the academy before they taught scrying. "I don't know how. We'll have to do it the old fashioned way." She replied. She usually picked up the skills a usual mage had on her way, but scrying was different. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's okay. shouldn't be too hard. If we could find the lord of the house and get him drunk, chances are, he'll talk any amount of foolishness." Errol drew his hand through Rhianan's soft hair, relishing the feel of her silky locks flowing through his fingers. "The type of man that gets involved with theft as a noble, especially that kind, is the one who's compensating for something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 00:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan hummed softly, and nodded. His fingers sliding through her hair was slowly driving her to sleep. She jumped, as a knock sounded against the door, sitting upright and staring at Errol. Should she answer She was naked, but then, she was supposed to be a concubine. She swallowed nervously, biting her bottom lip as her eyes met Errol's.<br><br>"Beg your pardon, milord." It was the soft voice of the elven maid. "Your new clothing has arrived. May I bring them in?" She called trough a small, meshed grate in the door, designed exactly for this purpose. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 01:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a moment for Errol to recall that particular voice. He stood and breezed over to his trousers, pulling them up as he called, "Yes, yes," in that queer Hinterlands lilt he had to fall into. He cast a glance back at the startled half elf he had just finished making love to, somewhat disappointed he would not be able to hold her. If the maid was coming up with clothes that meant dinner would most likely soon commence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 02:08:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan dragged the coverlet up to conceal her nudity, as the door opened, and two elves, the woman and a man walked in, each carrying an armful of blue and green material. "May I hemp you dress, Milord Drift?" the elf asked him, her eyes studiously on the floor. The man walked to the bed silently, and lay the gown down, eyes meeting Rhianan's for a moment. He turned away, eyebrows furrowed slightly. To a human, it was nothing, to an elf it was like a scream, an overzealous reaction to something unpleasant. And it was her who had spurred it. He turned and left the room silently, leaving Rhianan to make sense of the dress, herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 02:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, no, I am sure I can makes heads and tails of it myself," Errol responded cordially, looking at the mass of clothing in the woman's arms. He awkwardly took it from her arms and then laid it on the bed next to Rhianon's own apparel, looking queerly at it as though trying to make heads or tails of it. This was not his usual wear. Once the maid had the wherewithal to leave the room and softly close the door he looked to white haired woman laying in bed, "Help me with mine and I'll help you with your's?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 12:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan nodded, offering him a wry smile. She actually knew courtly clothing. This was actually rather inexpensive for it - it was for temporary wear. It's value was still more than the places she'd seen farmers live. She dropped the blanket concealing her form, and stood. She kept quiet about the Elf's disapproval. He didn't know her, or anything about the situation, he had no base to judge her. It didn't mean that taking censure from her father's people was any less difficult. She wasn't sure if he hated her because she was half, or because she was Errol's 'whore'. It was likely both.<br><br>"Here," She said, locating the underthings for him. "These go on first, then the under-tunic." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 17:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol shot a skeptical glances at the undergarments he was supposed to don. Frills, generally, were not within the purview of his style and neither were the weird almost lacey leggings that came with them. With a theatrical sigh he stripped off his trousers and stepped into the underwear before sliding the undertunic over his head. "I like this tunic," he said, looking down at the silk thing and patting it. "Is there any reason we can't just go naked? If we do they won't even look at me--everyone will be staring at you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 17:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan handed him the next layer without comment. She doubted their host would like nothing more than to have her nude. She donned the paper-tin shift the dress had come with, before the dress, itself. It was simple, corset placings in the back to cinch it to her waistline, a deep blue with green embroidery along the seams. The woman had taste in fashion. The dress accented every curve, the green in her eyes, and played off her hair perfectly. She reached behind herself, tightening the laces with savage pulls, her displeasure at the garment evident. It was to make her look pretty, desirable, but an object. It was too tight to move in, the skirts too full to move comfortably. <br><br>"The overtunic and the belt are last." There were no shoes for her, though she had no illusions that her boots would be tolerated. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 18:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right, right, right," Errol muttered darkly as he awkwardly threw the overtunic onto his torso, twisting this way and that before it settled comfortably on his shoulders. He looked down and glared at the belt, jet hair all askew from dressing. The thief glanced up and cocked his head to the side, as though trying to make a decision about Rhianon. It was true, she looked beautiful, but not the kind of beautiful he had seen when he looked in her eyes. Not the mud stained leathers beautiful or the elegant that could flourish a knife from out of nowhere, not the kind of alluring that nuzzled tiredly into his chest or the kind of stunning her smile imparted. Her prettiness became impartial and decidedly at odds with her personality.<br><br>He made a loose circle about Rhianon and winced at the back, "Do you want to loosen that some? It seems... Choking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 18:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhianan shifted uncomfortably as he appraised her, her head bowing forward as he circled her. "No." She replied simply, turning to lift a hand, filtering her fingers through his hair to set it straights. "I'm your pet. Your whore. I'm supposed to be desirable, no matter to my comfort. I can deal with the dress, let's just get the damned wand and out of here, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 18:23:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Errol winced at Rhianon's words, even as her kind fingers pushed gently across his scalp. He took her hand once she had set his hair and said, "No. You are not my <em>whore</em>. You are not my pet. You are my friend. You are my companion. You are a woman beautiful because of her capability." His laid a kiss on her open palm and held it between two of his hands, cupping her fingers in his own. His deep blue eyes stared directly into the half elf's green ones, "I am so sorry we had to meet this way. I want you to know that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 18:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers cured over his fingers, ad the kiss he had laid upon her palm. "I know," she murmured softly, her eyes meeting his. "But we have to pretend that I am. This is our only change to get the wand, and to get away. It's a terrible situation, but we have to deal with what we are given to work with." Her eyes finally dropped, and she sighed. "Can you make me a promise Just don't leave me alone? Especially with her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 20:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I promise. You'll be by my side as befits a bodyguard. Can't forget," one of his fingers gently caressed the smooth skin on the inside of her wrist, "you are quite the badass. Besides, why would I want to you leave you alone? You're rather... Um," he searched for a good word, eyes scanning back and forth over her face as he thought, "intoxicating."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound (Omniferious &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 18:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft, wan smile flitted across her lips, and she leaned forward, eyes still locked with his as her lips brushed his cheek. She heaved a sigh, her bosom rising and falling with the motion, and stepped back. It was time to go to dinner. "Shall we?" She asked softly, her pale hand gesturing toward the door. She took small steps, swift, falling easily into a gait that made her seem to float. The dress was not meant for a body guard. She would never be able to defend him in it. Maybe that was half the appeal. Her teeth worries slightly against her bottom lip. What if there was a plan against him? If he was dead, who would complain of one misplaced pet? And her daggers were in the Lady's possession. She would have to use her magic if anything terrible happened. Her eyes dropped, and she turned away, not wanting to alarm Errol. She wasn't sure if he could keep the charade if he were on guard. With the decision not to alarm him, she found herself slipping further into the fictitious role.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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