The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 05:38:50</strong>
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				<em>In folk magic and mythology, crossroads may represent a location "between the worlds" and, as such, a site where supernatural spirits can be contacted, and paranormal events can take place. Symbolically, it can mean a locality where two realms touch and therefore represents liminality, a place literally "neither here nor there", "betwixt and between".</em><br><br>--<br><br>Interest Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.0<br>Approved Characters: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.0<br>OOC: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328119.0<br><br>Sitting in a lonely corner of the Multiverse between an infinite amount of seen and unseen roads is a two-story stone tavern and inn known as the Green Lion Pub. It is a place unreachable to mortals (unless exceptionally gifted, of course) and managed by a mysterious and powerful gentleman named Spade and his loyal staff.&nbsp; Time operates differently in this odd tavern, warped by its unusual surroundings, and one can easily spend years of their life in quiet comfort within the pub’s enchanted walls. Spade has but a few rules for his guests: no fighting, no harassing other guests or the staff, and no vandalizing his precious Inn. It is a sanctuary for the weird and the weary, those seeking somewhere to lay their head or enjoy a good stiff drink without having to blend in or worry about disrupting their surroundings.<br><br>(https://images.discordapp.net/.eJwVzNENhCAMANBdGIBSkKJuQ5AgFxFC65e53S_3BniveualdnWKDN4Bjsqpz0Oz9BlL1qX3cuU4KuvUG0SRmM6Wb2GwPmy0LY5oNeRNIAs2oHHBoTfoFjQrBqjt33xGUd8fv94hxA.A2eGGefizEXIEZAoVNTpT7u9Poo)<br><br>(https://2486634c787a971a3554-d983ce57e4c84901daded0f67d5a004f.ssl.cf1.rackcdn.com/colgate-inn-redesign/media/cache/colgate-inn-dining-tavern-hero-5daf21055ed88-680x444.jpg)<br><br>(https://www.concordscolonialinn.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/0009.jpg)<br><br>(https://3dcg.org/images-38/fg-medieval-tavern.jpg)<br><br>--<br><br><strong>Entertainment Lounge</strong><br><br>(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ds7BD0IOzR8/maxresdefault.jpg)<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/3d/d1/fd3dd1c62333a7475c68e9187911054e.jpg)<br><br>(https://www.discoverlosangeles.com/sites/default/files/styles/hero/public/images/2019-12/Death%20%26%20Co%20DTLA%20Main%20Bar.jpg?itok=kk9P363v)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 20:27:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Spade<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>: Determining the drink of the day. <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: N/A<br><br>--<br><br>Perched on a space between realities, where time was warped around various interlocking pathways and invisible roads, the Green Lion Inn sat alone with no other buildings of note surrounding it. A charming three-story structure of weathered wood and stone, the building was its owner’s pride and joy and not even the strongest divination magic could pinpoint exactly how old the establishment, or its main bartender, was. Rumors and stories about the Inn stretched back countless centuries, woven in between mythological tales and legendary epics. <br><br>Beings of all shapes and sizes frequented the tavern and Spade took pride in being a refuge for the weird and the metaphysical; those who did not quite belong anywhere else were welcomed to spend their time at the Inn if they adhered to his rules. Rule-breakers were dealt with promptly, and repeat offenders found themselves with no recollection of the Inn at all, restricted from traversing through its magical doors ever again. The raw magic that flowed throughout the Inn was ancient, powerful, and capable of dealing with even the most stubborn customers with a wave of Spade’s hand. <br><br>The silver-haired gentleman was tending to the bar as he often did, humming a tune to himself while he cleaned his glasses by hand with a soft white cloth. He was dressed luxuriously; a flawless white dress shirt tucked into dark slacks with a navy-blue vest buttoned over it. His tie was an unusual shade of blue as well and upon closer inspection, one could see and hear the waves of an ocean there as if the fabric were a window to another world. A brilliant golden button was pinned on the right side of his vest with a glass case in its center holding a small flaming sphere: the heart of a dead star he once gazed at now tucked away against his chest for personal reasons. <br><br>His mouth was plagued by a sudden thirst, so he placed one of the clean glasses down in front of him and turned around to idly browse the labels from the bottles on the shelves, some readable, others in languages long forgotten or never spoken. He reached for a slim silver bottle and uncorked it – a fruity scent lingered in the air with a hint of mint leaves. He poured its contents into the glass to reveal a liquid similar in color to its container, though it shined as if embedded with twinkling stars and swirling nebulae. Spade took a long swig from the glass and grinned at the pleasant taste; he extended his free hand outwards and the words ‘Drink of the Day: Dirty Nebula’ appeared written neatly on a chalkboard that sat next to him on top of the wooden counter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 22:29:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside, then the Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Homecoming<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Leather armor vest (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/f6/7a/ddf67a56a0e7316a8ad438d06f7b42c0.jpg) and manica (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/aa/53/70aa53c439a5b67d9755e7c748bf2efe.jpg); leather pants and high boots; baldric and sword<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade/Open<br><br>And there was the wood door pull, polished smooth by the touch of countless grips, familiar under her hand. The comfortable aches of a well-fought scrap pulsed through her muscular body, though the arrow and hook wounds still tugged. Pain, she'd often said, is how you knew you were alive; in her case, it was also how she knew she'd fulfilled her <em>geas</em> for now. In case the reek of smoke and blood and death that clung to her and the heavy purse tapping against her thigh weren't clue enough- when she failed, she arrived clean as a chorister, but also poor as a monk.<br><br>Peace. For a little while.<br><br>Yanking the door open, she strode into the Lion, a handful of uncounted coin already flying from her hand to clatter on the bartop. "Ale!," she ordered, raising her voice even though the place was fairly quiet for the nonce. "And much of it. And bath water, hot. Scalding.&nbsp; Spade, ye whoremaster!&nbsp; Are ye here, then? Good.&nbsp; If ye've sold my room out from under me, I'll gut you."&nbsp; An idle threat- even were she not very wary of the proprietor's power here in his own realm, guesting laws and custom would have forbidden it.&nbsp; To say nothing of the fact that she had absolutely <strong>no</strong> idea what would happen were she to get herself banned from her one and only refuge. Though there were days she was weary enough of the endless cycle to think darkly on making the attempt, just to see if it would free her.<br><br>However, as she always did, she slung her massive weapon down from her shoulder and rested it still sheathed against the bar next to her usual perch at the corner of the bar furthest from the door. No one would dare touch it, even if she left it there for a year, though that too, might be interesting to see happen, just for the side effects. The damned blade was...well. Different. Even now, it was singing quietly to itself, as if it, too, were glad to be home. Or maybe bored, eager to kill again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 01:32:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside &gt; Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: First visit<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, noticing Jehanne<br><br>Not every dragon was exceptionally curious.&nbsp; Sometimes Araxis wondered if it was a peculiar quick individual to himself, or if he'd lose the trait as time went on and the centuries were lost to ennui.&nbsp; His expectation was the former; most dragons would guard their hordes and keep them perfectly secure when away, but a dark part of him delighted in leaving part of it easily accessible, knowing that the temptation would lure out an adventurer or two who came sneaking where they'd not been welcomed...<br><br>Still, Araxis needed a place to be when waiting for the trap to be sprung, and this particular curious place had caught his attention.&nbsp; Getting through in his true form had been simple enough, but switching to his more humanoid form was necessary in tighter quarters.&nbsp; Unafraid, doubtful that any but the mightiest of beings would be any true threat, he had as little concern as those light-fingered thieves who thought they could steal from him, except that his own fearlessness was far more grounded in reality.<br><br>The nature of inns were made clear to him some time ago, and he'd made sure to bring a pouch of gold that he could use for later, but he carried no weapons or armor in the same way that children rarely bothered with walking sticks and few men were heavily perfumed during a solo ride through the countryside.&nbsp; He knew what such things were, but to need them was only a mark of weakness in his eyes.&nbsp; A glance noticed Jehanne, and he let his eyes dance over her body.<br><br>Most inns were amusing places.&nbsp; He wasn't unable to sleep, but could easily last for days at a time when using as little energy as he did in this form.&nbsp; Likewise, transforming to frighten individuals was only necessary when something actually attempted to threaten him.&nbsp; As time had taught, the only ones truly awash in gold were those who sought to steal it from others, rather through thievery or taxation.<br><br>Although he considered taking a seat, trying to stomach some of the awful ale that most inns offered - he vaguely understood being drunk, but had never managed to consume enough of the foul-tasting swill to actually manage it despite a solid attempt - he decided to stand for now, checking the place over to grow accustomed to new surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 09:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/38/32/1838329f6b3c956b54e63bd85ecdedc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen<br><strong>Action</strong>: Baking<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron and chef hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Barefoot<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open<br>From the kitchen the warm homey smell of fresh baked apple pie would seep out into the main room of the dining area of the inn.&nbsp; &nbsp;Joining various other delectable smells that emanating from the kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;On the table is a baker a dozen of fresh made bear claws on a tray.&nbsp; Alongside the tray of bear claw is a German&nbsp; chocolate cake.&nbsp; Another tray also sits on the counter with funnel cakes freshly dusted with confectioner sugar. <br><br>Dough is being kneaded and rolled out on the other end of the table by the patissier.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she seems to be working chaotically.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cutting the dough into circles.&nbsp; Deftly she flip up the two more funnel cake dough,&nbsp; twirling as she goes over to the fryer and scoops out the two she had put in a few minutes before.&nbsp; She set them over the draining pan.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then put in the two new ones to cook up into the fryer.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then would pickup the sifter filled with confectioner sugar.&nbsp; She dust the new funnel&nbsp; cakes just pulled from the fryer.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tatiana then moves over to the mixing bowl.&nbsp; Where sugar and egg whites are within.&nbsp; She would begin whisking the egg whites and sugar as she goes to create the meringue&nbsp; for the lemon meringue pie.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once finished with making the meringue she slides over to the fryer and pull out the latest two funnel cakes made and put them on the draining pan.&nbsp; &nbsp;She than grabs the meringue bowl and would spread it over her lemon pie.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving then to pull out her fresh baked apple pie than slip into the oven the lemon meringue pie.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not stopping she go to dust the latest funnel cakes.<br><br>All the while Tatiana works she is humming and dancing to some beat as she moves throughout her work area in what seems totally chaotic.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her nose is got dough and confectioner sugar on it.&nbsp; &nbsp;A chocolate stain on the front of her apron.&nbsp; &nbsp;What is even more chaotic is the multiple threads of magic, the glamour that weaves from her hands and spreads to all the creations she is currently working on.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 20:15:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Greeting a friend<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Spade, open<br><br><hr><br>The sounds of heels clicked softly with graceful footfalls of a raven haired nephilim as she strolled through the doors of the bar, a smile curving her pretty rosy pink lips as she gazed at the back of the silver haired gentleman seated upon a barstool… a warmth filled her heart… this man that had removed her from a life of absolutely loneliness and pain and filled her days with people and laughter instead, people that embraced her and were fascinated by her instead of frightened.<br><br>She owed Spade everything. After all, he had given her everything she has ever really wanted. She wasn’t alone anymore.<br><br>Proceeded further across the expanse of the room, Alucielle came up behind him and placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder, looking then at the chalk board “Dirty Nebula, huh? Brand new?”<br><br>Pale blue eyes sparkled warmly in a face as fair as fresh fallen snow, framed by flowing soft waves of obsidian black.<br><br>“Is it good?” She asked him, moving her hand to drape her arm across his shoulders and rest her head very lightly against his… it was an innocent gesture, she adored Spade as a very dear and precious friend “I hear we’ve just recently employed a vampire… are you certain he will be capable of obeying our rules?”<br><br>Vampires were tricky creatures to employ... many wound up being slaves to their bloodlust, it took a long time to build up enough self control to be trusted in an establishment where the slaughter of patrons was not permitted. However, she did trust that Spade knew what he was doing... she just didn't want to see his trust betrayed by this vampire fellow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 20:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Tending to guests &amp; friends<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jehanne, Araxis, Tatiana, Lucy<br><hr>It never failed to amuse Spade how quickly the Inn could go from quiet to full of life, seeing as time operated differently here than most places. One could leave their origin plane in the morning only to find the Inn surrounded by the light of a sunset, or vice-versa. It seemed that the time of day was entirely random, though perhaps inspired by the surreal barkeep’s mood. No one could know for sure. His brilliant verdant hues glanced up when he heard the door to the Inn opening. Embedded with specs of silver and gold, they shone like precious emeralds and his handsome smiled widened as he was greeted with the sight of a familiar face. Jeh was a regular and they often spent countless hours chatting about all sorts of things. It helped that she was one of the few guests who could keep up with him when drinking. <br><br>“Oy Jeh, you sure know how to make your presence known, don’t you?” he teased back at the woman as a carved wooden mug appeared in front of him. He poured her ale of preference into the vessel with one hand as another waved through the air casually, almost innocently, if not accompanied with the distant rumbling of her room preparing itself for her arrival. “I could never sell one of my regulars’ rooms, what kind of businessman do you take me for?” he chided her with a wag of his slender finger. She spoke of gutting him and he couldn’t help but let out an airy laugh, like a gentle sea breeze that escaped its natural environment. “Your room and bath are ready whenever you are.” Her furniture was fixed to her liking, and her bathwater would stay boiling hot for as long as she willed it. <br><br>Then, another arrival, a less familiar face though Spade could sense the man’s overwhelming presence with ease. The barkeep’s smile remained though, as if he knew exactly who this man was and what he was capable of. It was eerie how in tune Spade was with his surroundings and the magical energies that flowed through this place. But he would not discriminate against a guest, no matter how young or old, or pure or corrupt their intentions were. “Welcome to the Green Lion Inn, sir. Please let me know if there’s anything me or my staff can get you,” he offered smoothly with a respectful bow of his head. He could see the man’s hesitation but figured he would come around at his own pace.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, the aromas of the Inn changed to something delightful as he assumed that his baker Tatiana was dutifully at work in the impressive fully stocked kitchen that sat just behind the bar area. She was skilled with her hands and with enchantments, and it was hard to choose from just one of her wonderful treats. Though he was a highly capable and powerful being, even he allowed himself to submit to the spellbinding treats that she made, shameless in letting them overtake his body for the sake of a good time. All his employees knew that Spade was quite open-minded and loving, and he was not shy about sharing these affections with others whether platonically or intimately.<br><br>Speaking of such affections, his gaze immediately turned to Lucy when she entered the establishment, his smile widening. Naturally, he did not hesitate in letting his appreciative gaze travel down the gorgeous Nephilim’s body as she strolled over behind the bar to where he was. “Yes, I just plucked it fresh from another universe this morning,” he confessed when she asked about the drink of the day and warmed up to him, slipping close to his slender frame. “Want to try it?” He did not hold back from going just a little bit further: his strong arm cradled her waist and he held her closely, as if keeping her tucked away from harm and to soothe her worries about his most recent hiring. “Hm, Akihiro? Yes, I think he’ll be fine here. If he tries anything, I’ll exorcise him from existence,” he reassured his lovely lounge singer with a casual shrug of his broad shoulder. He understood and appreciated her doubts, but there was very little this man feared, and a youngling (compared to him) vampire was far from one of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 21:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7a/ce/57/7ace57136b7302ab067cb695b98ef95d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akihiro Sato (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15695036#msg15695036)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Greeting his employer and... a Nephilim?!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Your dark fantasy</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/aa/bd/67/aabd67f610f9a167631fd436007b1319.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Spade, Alucielle, Jehanne, open<br><br><hr><br>“Did I hear my name?”<br><br>Through the bar doors on long confident strides came a tall handsome man of Japanese ethnicity, his amber gold eyes settled on the three people at the bar, all but Spade currently unknown to him. He hadn’t been coming here long and was only employed a few days ago.<br><br>He was about to open his mouth to greet Spade as he reached the group, until the energy he felt from the raven haired beauty in blue drew his focus, his eyes widened a bit as he processed what he was looking at “Well… aren’t you the rare specimen… usually, angels are pretty darn quick to wipe out your kind… stars forgive anyone knows they too have desires…”<br><br>Of course… Akihiro knew there was more reason than that that angels saw Nephilim as a threat… all that divine power with the unstable and turbulent emotions of a mortal… it often made for a very dangerous combination. More often than not, Nephilim spiraled out of control and rampaged upon the mortal world until a stop was finally put to them… hence why the angels were so fast to put an end to them before they could become such an issue.<br><br>What kind of Nephilim would this one be?<br><br>“Forgive me… I was shocked to actually see a Nephilim with my own eyes… I am absolutely certain you are a very lovely and pleasant young woman, I shall be most delighted to get to know you better during the time we work together” Akihiro added, clearing his throat lightly as he gave the beauty a respectful partial bow of apology “I hope I did not offend you”<br><br>His amber gold eyes shifted to the other female present as gave her a charming smile that oozed charisma by the bucket load before he finally looked to Spade “Just wanted to pop by and give my gratitude… I completely acknowledge the chance you are taking on my ass, I am well aware of the fickle creatures that many vampires tend to be. I shall endeavor to not disappoint you”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 21:40:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Greeting a friend<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Spade, Akihiro, open<br><br><hr><br><br>Alucielle stared at the unnervingly beautiful face of the Asian vampire… his dark aura prickled across her skin in a way that shot warnings all throughout her being. All the divine essence of her angelic half seemed to sense the darkness nearby and sought to put some good ole self preservation into gear.<br><br>She knew Spade wouldn’t let this vampire do anything untoward to her or anyone else in the Green Lion Pub, but for the moment… she needed to put some space between them… and besides, she needed to rehearse her music choices anyway.<br><br>“I will be in the entertainment room rehearsing” Alucielle murmured to Spade, leaning to press a chaste kiss to his cheek before quickly departing the room, as graceful as ever. It seemed as if being graceful was something simply second nature to one of divine lineage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 21:59:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>:New friends and Old<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Leather armor vest (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/f6/7a/ddf67a56a0e7316a8ad438d06f7b42c0.jpg) and manica (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/aa/53/70aa53c439a5b67d9755e7c748bf2efe.jpg); leather pants and high boots; baldric and sword<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade; Lucy; Akihiro; Open<br><br><hr><br>Jehanne watched the dark-haired beauty flow in to greet the publican with a small grin.&nbsp; Not to the girl's taste, she knew she was, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the view. It was that sort of thing that gave the ageless warrior a reason to live. Assuming she had a choice, which it seemed she didn't.<br><br>"All innkeepers are thieves," she quipped to Spade, once the singer had embraced the owner. Her accent hinted at crowded streets, smelly market stalls, tottering slum buildings. At times she had flashes of memory: docks, tall ships; the smell of pitch and oil; the rough voices of sailors and marines and whalers. Not a clue was left to her, though, if it was the place she came from or simply one more world she'd passed through, leaving blood and misery in her wake. "But a'least it's an honest thievery. Not like the sort I just come from treatin' with."<br><br>Smile wider and darker, she saluted Aluciel with her mug. "Lucy, m'dearie. Wouldn't think it possible for ye to get more lovely, yet every time I return, there you are." She'd look better skint of her clothes, but alas, wasn't in the cards. Not for Jeh', at least.<br><br>And while she'd been politely leering, singer and 'keeper had been talking about- a vampire?&nbsp; Some new hire? Oh, and here the lad came his own self, pretty enough to steal her eyes from Luce, at least for a blink or two. It appeared the singer felt about the same, at least until she made her fare-thee-well to Spade and rabbited. Which was fine by Jehanne. It let her focus all her attention on the lovely lad for a bit. Not that she herself was in quite the right form to be company, weary and befouled as she was.&nbsp; But there was always later. Hopefully.<br><br>"Well, well," the swordmistress murmured to herself- as much as she ever murmured, or&nbsp; her voice was ever low enough to be private. Flashing a wink at Spade, she mouthed, 'whoremaster,' then buried her grin in her mug.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>25-12-2020, 21:20:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/38/32/1838329f6b3c956b54e63bd85ecdedc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694723#msg15694723)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen-Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>: Bringing out a tray of pastry treats<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron and chef hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Barefoot<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade, open<br><br>With the half dozen funnel cakes done.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tatiana pulls off the shelf a large round silver serving platter.&nbsp; Setting it on the table next to the tray of bear claws.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would take the half dozen funnel cakes and put them into the center of the tray.&nbsp; Then would place the bakers' dozen of bear claws around the funnel cakes.&nbsp; Once she arranged the two sweet treats for this morning.&nbsp; She would scoop up the serving platter and in one hand, her right holding it above her head.&nbsp; She would exit the kitchen and held into the bar area.&nbsp; &nbsp;Going through the swinging door backwards and spinning as she pushed through into the barroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Finished with a one eighty-degree turn,&nbsp; she poises gathered for a moment as she balances the tray in the one hand holding it.&nbsp; Her eyes alight as she sees the lord and master of the inn.&nbsp; <br><br>"Top of the day lord Spade,&nbsp; I have readied some morning treats for yourself and guests this morning."<br><br>As she spoke,&nbsp; Tatiana crossed the room and headed straight to where Spade lingered at the bar.&nbsp; She set the platter down near him.&nbsp; The funnel cakes and bear claws.&nbsp; <br><br>Now a lot of her magic is sexual in nature.&nbsp; Through not all of her creations come out such.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bear claws glimmer with a bit of glamour as does the funnel cakes dusted with a sheen of confectioner sugar.&nbsp; The six funnel cakes,&nbsp; indeed follow her motif of enchantments that she is famous for.&nbsp; &nbsp;Anyone eating one of the funnel cakes will feel a desire to kiss for the next hour.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course with any magic a strong will, can overcome such.<br><br>Now the bear claws did not come out quite right.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had hope to imbue the bear claws with a bit of magic to help the sales for lord Spade.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead, its glamour has been imbued with the effect of gluttony.&nbsp; &nbsp;Anyone eating one of the bakers' dozen of bear claws will be overcome with gluttony.&nbsp; &nbsp;The need to eat and drink constantly for a hour will come over them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again a strong resistant and will shorten this or keep it a bay for the hour.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fresh bear claws and funnel cakes for staff and guests lord Spade."<br><br>She takes and wipe her right fore arm across her forehead.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving a streak of white flour upon her forehead.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>30-12-2020, 01:29:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Snacking ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jehanne, Akihiro, Tatiana, Lucy<br><hr>Just as he was talking about the vampire, he appeared at the Inn and made his presence known to the others. He watched Lucy’s reaction to the man, and he understood why she was concerned, but there was no reason to be worried. If any problems did arise, Spade would be quick to handle them. He never let disturbances at the Inn go on for too long. The handsome gentleman beamed when the lovely Nephilim pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, savoring the moment before nodding as she ran off to rehearse. Anybody lucky enough to listen to her sing would be in for a real treat. Then Akihiro told him he wouldn’t disappoint him, and Spade nodded in understanding. He was taking a chance by hiring a vampire, but he was also more than capable of dealing with the repercussions that could potentially arise. <br><br>“Of course. I don’t particularly enjoy judging others without giving them a chance to prove themselves first,” the silver-haired man responded with a free wave of his hand. He was not as concerned with the man’s presence as the others were. He laughed again when Jeh called him an honest thief and he supposed that was one way of looking at it. It was true that he had a penchant for collecting valuables and shiny things, so perhaps she had a point there. As Lucy left for the lounge and Jeh’s attention turned to the vampire man, he merely shrugged innocently when she called him a whoremaster again. Everyone had needs that needed to be fulfilled and he liked making sure all his guests were satisfied. It was another way of making easy money and ensuring that he would have returning guests in the future. <br><br>Tatiana came out of the kitchen moments later with her hands full of the tasty treats that he loved to indulge in. He sniffed the air and inhaled the pleasant scent of baked goods, his mouth instantly watering at the prospect of eating something sweet. His brilliant green hues stared down at the tray and studied the treats for a moment. Her magic spilled from the treats and he could sense what they did with just a glance and a whiff of the pleasant aromas. “Thank you for these treats, Tatiana. I’m sure everyone will enjoy them,” he murmured before plucking a piece of one of the funnel cakes off of the tray and eating it eagerly. Though he could have easily resisted the funnel cake’s effect, he allowed Tatiana’s magic to swim into his veins, closing his eyes as he savored every bite of the cake. His thin lips curved into a devilish grin as a pricking sensation traveled through them, the unmistakable urge traveling through his entire frame and setting his body on fire. He reached over and used a hand to wipe Tatiana’s forehead clean gently, brushing off the flour she had left there. “Nice job, very well done,” he complimented her, licking his lips free of the sugar there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2020, 17:43:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.thrfun.com/img/190/523/blue_hair_x2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Luna<br><strong>Location</strong> Beer Cellar - Moving - The Bar<br><strong>Action</strong> testing<br><strong>Wearing</strong> outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/01/52/02015261e8094c18541fb31b00592846.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong> open<br><br>Luna never really left the Inn, her ring which had been her home for a number of centuries sat inside an exquisite velvet box&nbsp; which itself sat inside the highly fortified and cared for cabinet in Spade's personal residence. However since Luna had been gifted with freedom she preferred to stay here within the inn. Some might think she was simply swapping one cage for another but here within the walls of the inn absolutely anything was possible. You could open a door and find yourself on a tropical beach or a rotating volcano of course you could also find a room full of the most delightfully naughty objects, that was what the inn was good at. Providing for its guests in a way that no other inn could do! <br><br>Luna strode down the steps leading the basement level, here she would find walls of ancient wine bottles, spirits of every colour and rows upon rows of giant casks of Ale's and beers. Moving over to the casks she reached out and into her hand popped a small wooden jug it had a pattern etched into the wooden surface and the inside was lined with a watertight magic spell. Luna loosed the sprog on the first cask and and let a small splash of golden liquid coat her mug. She raised it to her nose and sniffed. Usually a bear that had gone off would smell almost like wet bread, Spade had a wide variety of alcohol on offer and each one smelt different to simple ale and beer it had taken a great deal of time to learn the slight difference between ripe and stale ale. Luna knew them all she mar it her job to know. Spade had given her the greatest gift of all time. Her freedom and now she worked for him.<br><br>Smell passed, Luna raised the mug and allowed a small amount to pass her lips, she swished the liquid from cheek to cheek testing the taste and then spat the liquid down the drain. She threw the raining liquid in her mug with it, Luna then followed this procedure throughout the collection dillegent to the last. She then drew from a cupboard several smaller sized barrels and filled some with the liquids on show. Lifting the collection easily in her arms the genie made her way back up the steps. As she approached the top she could hear voices and summarised that guest had started to arrive while she had been occupied. Unsupprisingly she found Spade already behind the counter "Master Spade" she greeted. Luna nodded in greeting to Tatiana the pastry chef and then her eyes fell on an very familiar face. "Mistress Jehanne! You have returned!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>01-01-2021, 01:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chimney &gt; Bar &gt; Great Room (Doorway)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Flying and... Um... Well, very happy to be here!<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A Smile&nbsp; ;)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone at the Bar/Great Room | OPEN<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The <em>intense</em> speed with which the small, burst of flames rocketed down the chimney of the Green Lion Pub suggested that the phoenix was escaping from something, though no one could be for certain. Not yet. <strong>FLOOSH!</strong> A roar, a spit, a flash of sudden, brilliant fire hit the bottom of the chimney, propelling the magical bird outward, and into the room, while igniting whatever amount of logs and tinder where left behind in the fireplace. This fire burned too hot and too bright, and was not the least bit romantic.<br><br>The panicked phoenix, now given the freedom to move about, stretched her blazing, powerful wings outward, rapidly increasing in size from a tiny hen to a proud eagle. <em>Oh, there were many beings in here!</em> The phoenix, still ablaze, spun in easy loops and circles as she peered about this new place. <em>The building looked so quiet… Quaint? From the Outside.</em> There was... Well, were any of them mortal? All of them were very pretty. And all of them could see her, <em>looking</em> down at them. "Kaw!" She let out a fiery shriek, suddenly unsure of where to land, still spinning in the air around the busy, and startlingly popular bar.<br><br>Phoenixes were supposed to be far more subtle. After multiple lifetimes, this particular one <em>should</em> have learned that lesson. The bird twirled in the air even more, too wild for her own good. Tiny embers fell from the tips of her glowing, radiant wings and tail feathers, as she soared away from the bar, past more patrons, trying her earnest not to lite anything <em>else</em> on fire. <em>Door, door, door!</em> The phoenix dove into the lobby of the inn, and was followed by another <strong>SWOOSH!</strong> as her flames burned impossibly bright, then disappeared altogether.<br><br>“Huh-h-Hi…” The sharp sound that erupted from her lips was more of a bird <em>squawk</em> than a human greeting. She sighed and tried again, stepping towards the entryway to the great room and bar on two, toned <em>legs</em>. “Hello.” The phoenix said, sticking <em>just</em> her head in the door frame, as her human voice finally settled into a warm, cheerful tone. She raised one smooth, bronzed arm into the room, and lowered it, guiding the raging fire in the chimney to a medium, cozy simmer. Now the fireplace <em>was</em> romantic. “I’m… <em>Naked</em> and I’m Cleo.” She titled her brunette head, smiling playfully at the full room of creatures, as she kept the rest of her bare, human form hidden on the other side of the door frame. “Might I borrow your curtains?” A memorable first impression, nonetheless.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-01-2021, 01:59:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Adjusting to the chaos<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade<br><br>Something about this place was intoxicating and alluring, particularly the scent, which he recognized as soon as the chef came out with her treats.&nbsp; He made a mental note to go over and speak to her when she wasn't as busy.&nbsp; Likewise, the introduction to the man behind the bar was met with a return nod of greeting, an introduction of, "Araxis," but a recognition that this place was going to need a little time to calm down.&nbsp; Quite a few people were coming on through, which wasn't a bad thing by any means.<br><br>Most of them were even clothed.<br><br>Perhaps the sudden naked woman didn't make a lot of sense to him, but he was nothing if not adaptable.&nbsp; Smiling, it wasn't hard to guess what she wanted the curtains for, so he slipped off the dark blue leather coat he wore as part of his suit.&nbsp; Walking over, he offered it to her with a smile; he was tall enough that it would nearly cover her thighs, and could be buttoned, but would probably still leave a decent amount of cleavage showing without buttons further up than the navel.&nbsp; "Araxis," he introduced himself.&nbsp; "Some sort of spell mishap, I gather?"&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time he met an interesting mage who'd had things go all sorts of wrong.&nbsp; Humans never seemed entirely happy with their forms, but then, given that they weren't naturally dragons, it wasn't hard to guess why. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>02-01-2021, 02:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>:New friends and Old<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Leather armor vest (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/f6/7a/ddf67a56a0e7316a8ad438d06f7b42c0.jpg) and manica (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/aa/53/70aa53c439a5b67d9755e7c748bf2efe.jpg); leather pants and high boots; baldric and sword<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Luna; (m)Tatiana, Cleo, Akihiro<br><hr><br>Jeh' tore her attention from the luscious figure of the pastry cook- who had in turn distracted her from the supposed vampire- and gave the exotically-clad djinn a sleepy, hungry grin. "Luna, me love," she purred. "Ah, if I knew Heav'n'd be filled with such lovelies, I'd work harder at dyin' for real, truly, I would." Hoisting her mug in salute, she squinted. "But was your hair ever blue when last I were here?&nbsp; I forget things, at times.&nbsp; Ah-" Gesturing splashingly with the mug before taking a deep swig, she waved it off. "No matter. 'Tis a fair color. But I'd keep yer distance 'til I've bathed, m'dear. I've still bits of bandit on-"<br><br><em>WHOOOMF</em><br><br>The large fireplace let out a huff and a cloud of sparks and ash as if a small tornado had just touched the roof. But the building still stood, and where the flying embers had settled stood a young redhaired lass, pretty as they come. And as bare as they should always be.<br><br>"Gods," Jehanne drawled, draining her mug and using it to hide her leer. "Mebbe I HAVE passed on, and this place is me reward for a life of pain. I'd best be at that bath, before I offend all you pretty folks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>04-01-2021, 20:38:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>: Being pleasantly surprised<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nobody in particular, Spade, Cleo<br><hr><br>In a corner of the Tavern, a page slowly whirled down towards the ground. There was a slight rush of wind, more pages appearing seemingly out of the nooks and crannies of the establishment, finally coalescing in a figure. Devon was finally there. He had to admit, it had taken him a fair bit of effort to find this wonderful place, but he finally managed. A smile on his rather dashing face, he snapped the book within his hands closed, making it disappear with a casual motion of his hand. <br><br>For a minute or so, he just watched and listened, his eyes widening as he heard some whispers of creatures known only in legend, even to him. It had appeared he had just teleported in after that fiery creature. That was some tough luck. He would've loved to see how she entered this place. But as he saw the woman was naked... and pretty dang attractive as well... he politely averted his gaze. That naked body would be an image that he would store safely in the library of his mind though... magnificent indeed. <br>"A phoenix? Fascinating..." The archmage muttered, deciding it was time to stop being an impolite dounce and introduce himself to the owner. Keeping an eye on the rest of the lively patrons and staff, he made his way to the bar, giving Spade his warmest smile while offering his hand. <br>"Greetings, sir. Archmage Devon Mevenner of the Yeraxi. You've got a mighty fine establishment here, you know that? I am thrilled to finally see the legends for real myself."<br><br>With a merry wink, the mage greeted the other folk present as well. "Nice to meet you all, matter of fact. I'm sure you all have a bounty of stories to tell."<br>He looked at the awkward phoenix. "Are you alright, miss?" He asked with concern in his voice. Looking to Araxis, he nodded with a flicker of agreement in his eyes. The patrons here looked to have some pretty damn good manners too. <br>Devon sighed with an increasingly content smile on his face. "Yeah, this is a fine place indeed. Any drinks you would recommend, sir?" He flashed a grin to the bartender. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>04-01-2021, 22:43:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Entertainment Room<br><strong>Action:</strong> Rehearsing a song<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open //&nbsp; <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Vaguely mentions Akihiro<br><br><hr><br>Flicking the light switch at the far end of the stage, a golden spotlight was cast down upon the lonely old fashioned microphone… a little smile curved the rose pink lips of Alucielle as she drank in the sight of it… this was the one place she felt like she truly belonged, never did she feel more free than she did when she could sing without fear.<br><br>Her heels clicked softly upon the polished wood of the stage as the crossed the distance… here in the Green Lion Inn, the angelic quality of her voice was contained strictly to this structure and patrons here were far too loyal to go squealing to any angels that the Green Lion is harboring a ‘Nephilim Abomination’.<br><br>Here. She was home.<br><br>Taking a deep breath and letting all of her discomfort from before slide off of her, Alucielle flicked a tiny switch on the mic to turn it on… she reached into a discreet pocket on her dress and fished out from it a small remote, it had a direct link to the entertainment rooms speaker system and when there was no pianist present, it would play a certain set of tracks of instrumental music she’d had requested.<br><br>The music to ‘My Dearest Dear’ soon began to echo throughout the room… the sweet sounds filled Alucielle with a warm and comforting sense of peace, nothing brought her more joy than music… grasping tightly to these emotions, Alucielle opened her mouth and began to sing.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alucielle's song- 'My Dearest Dear'... I highly encourage listening to the video, so beautiful, Alucielle’s voiceclaim Rebecca is just amazing. Plus, I can’t find the lyrics anywhere. I really think you gotta hear this and just close your eyes to experience the angelic beauty of Alucielle's voice</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2ZwnDVk5DE</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>05-01-2021, 02:32:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Room (Doorway) &gt; Very Back of the Entertainment Lounge<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Visiting, flirting and oh! Enjoying very beautiful music, indeed.<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Araxis, Alucielle, Jehanne (m), Devon (m) | OPEN<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">As Cleo took the offered garment, it was, somehow, <em>colder</em> than she expected, and touching it caused steam to arise from her fiery fingertips. “Araxis. Thank you. It will be warmer when I return it.” Cleo nodded at the astute, taller male in front of her, before facing the front doors of the inn and displaying her sun-kissed, smooth backside. <em>Mortals always liked privacy.</em> The Phoenix quickly slipped into Araxis’ suit jacket while turned away from him, listening to his words, and letting the dark, intricate coat collar catch and hold the bottom half of her wavy, brunette hair. <em>There was something… spectacular about this place. Whatever – and where ever – this place was. Magical, even.</em> Cleo doubted that she was the <em>only</em> magical being here. She doubted that the assertive gentleman before her was without magic, considering he knew of its existence. She turned back towards him – towards them all – without fastening the buttons on his jacket, giving everyone – and Araxis especially – a grand view of the inner sides of her perky, youthful breasts.<br><br>“A mage? Do I make a convincing human?!” Her hazel eyes lit up with excitement at this notion, and a small smirk formed on her soft lips. Cleo did <em>not</em> wish to be human. However, if she could imitate one believably, then it must mean she was very skilled at her immortal duties. “The truth is quite the opposite. I am a Phoenix. An everlasting bird of the Sun, charged with observing mortals. After centuries, as they became less nomadic, so did we. It is quite difficult to study them indoors while in my original, fiery form, though I do miss my wings. And communication is far, far easier in this body. Otherwise I would be reduced to nuzzles and coos.” She beamed at him, holding back a laugh. Though, perhaps this Araxis wouldn’t mind either one of those gestures.<br><br>Only then did Cleo fasten the ornate, ivory buttons made of bone, eliminating the risk of revealing one nipple or both. She stretched out her arms, admiring the midnight-blue fabric. It appeared like it was… made out of leather. <em>No, leather scales.</em> Very <em>tiny</em>, leather scales, which were all stitched together flawlessly. “This garment is quite exquisite. Did you make it yourself? I once watched mortals make nothing but clothing for days, isn’t that marvelous?” Her bright eyes glided from Araxis’ face to the <em>actual</em> mage behind him, who suddenly strode into the room amidst a flurry of magic and, it would seem, a concern for <em>her</em> well-being. The phoenix had not meant to arrive here so… loudly. Everyone else seemed so… effortless. There was even a warrior woman, wrapped in recent victory and bloodied iron. For a moment, Cleo’s hazel eyes rested on her mighty, noir weapon, before looking <em>into</em> her shimmering, glorious eyes that she was attempting to hide behind her drink. Eyes like <em>those</em> could tell so many stories, late into a night.<br><br>“I must admit however that I do not use this form as often as I perhaps should.” Another quick nod from Cleo, this time towards the human mage who hailed from Yeraxi, to quell his worry of her. The phoenix was far more captivated by their shared surroundings than her own, clumsy appearance. The… others, further into the room, appeared to work here. Or perhaps <em>reside</em> here. <em>Did one of them require a Pheonix? Is that why the Sun told her to come?</em> But just then, as Cleo was about to inquire these many questions, something wondrous struck her. “A… <em>song</em>?!” She blinked rapidly in surprise, as new excitement spread across her radiant features. “There is <em>music</em> here, too?” She suddenly twirled around Araxis, as if testing the limits of her bare, human feet. Music, and all mortal forms of art, were breathtaking. Absolutely <em>breathtaking</em>. For a second, her unnaturally warm hand rested on Araxis' muscular shoulder, but Cleo could not help herself. <em>Leaving him was rude, and yet…</em> The phoenix sighed happily as she perched on a chair, at the very back of the Entertainment Lounge, to observe the ethereal singer. Her chin rested in both of her hands, and her head swayed rhythmically with the angelic lyrics, mesmerized, or lost in a joyous daydream.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2021, 07:47:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/38/32/1838329f6b3c956b54e63bd85ecdedc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694723#msg15694723)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen-Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>:&nbsp; Finishing up bringing out pastries for staff and guest and taking in the scene happening in the great room. <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron and chef hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Barefoot<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade, (m) Araxis, Cleo, Luna, Jehanne, open<br><br>Tatiana watches with abated breath as her boss takes a bite out of the funnel cake.&nbsp; &nbsp;With that ever fearful look of dread that her creation would displease him.&nbsp; &nbsp;His reaction would bring a glow of delight to form with a smile forming.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her gaze follows Spades' tongue lave over his lower lip and cleaning off the wayward confection sugar.&nbsp; Impulsively then in response Tatiana raises up on the tips of her toes and gives a thank you kiss to her boss on his lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;A quick peck of gratification for his compliment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you sir......."<br><br>She set back down on the flat of her feet after.&nbsp; Perhaps she meant to say more.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then the woman who suddenly comes dropping out of the fire place.&nbsp; Draws her attention that way.&nbsp; &nbsp;That alone would have drawn her to look.&nbsp; &nbsp;The woman (Cleo) is butt arse naked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Causing the pastry chef to turn away with rosey red cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Only to look at the striking gentleman (Araxis) his eyes are captivating.&nbsp; Flustered she looks away and catch the warrior woman, or at least that is what she assumes the woman to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;The woman Jehanne is been conversing with Luna the bartender.&nbsp; &nbsp;That she is just turning away from having stared at Tatiana.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Jehanne would catch the pastry chef smile at her.&nbsp; With deep red rosey cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Clearly she is a little, no change that to a lot in an embarrassed state.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-01-2021, 03:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Adjusting to the chaos<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Cleo, Tatiana, Alucielle (Mentioned)<br><br>Cleo explained about being a phoenix, and he listened, curious but not overly familiar with the concept.&nbsp; The question of having created the garment, however, just made him smile.&nbsp; "You might say that."<br><br>As the song started up, Araxis took a few moments to listen, curious but not encaptured.&nbsp; Perhaps music was just a matter of personal taste, and he found her attractive, but just wasn't as interested in her song.&nbsp; Cleo grew far more enraptured, and he smiled, understanding her fascination.&nbsp; A quick squeeze of her hand and he let her go to enjoy, planning on tracking her down later but hardly upset for now.&nbsp; One thing he certainly knew how to be was patient, and he planned to speak with her again.<br><br>For now, he wandered his way over towards the delectably-smelling treats, pulling a bag of gold from his pouch and setting down a few to show he could pay.&nbsp; The look the chef gave him only made him smile as he met her gaze, picking up one of the funnel cakes to try.&nbsp; "Greetings.&nbsp; What is this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>07-01-2021, 22:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Being the owner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luna, (m) Jehanne, (m) Araxis, Devon, (m) Lucy, Tatiana, Cleo<br><hr>The Inn was thriving with excitement and celebration and it filled Spade with the utmost joy to have so many new and familiar faces running around. This was why he had started this venue in the first place – to bring others together and give them somewhere to entertain and relax themselves. He knew what it was like living among mortals. Beings like them needed somewhere they could be free and indulge in themselves without worrying about the consequences of getting caught by a mortal, or accidently destroying a village, or any other odd situation that might have emerged in their unusual lifetimes. As he gazed around the room and studied the newcomers with a subtle look, invisible threads of magical energy whispered into his mind, telling him what he needed to know about them. It was important to stay prepared for anything – even if none of them looked or sounded threatening, there was always the risk of someone disturbing the peace in his quaint and warm establishment. Though, they did not necessarily last long enough to accomplish those feats. <br><br>“Hi Luna,” he greeted the genie with a wave and a vibrant grin, glad to see that she had come out of her comfort place to join them. He had not seen her that day even though they shared a room – Luna lived in a gorgeous little box on one of his shelves, protected by arcane influences that were unbreakable to anyone who attempted to sneak inside. He had offered the blue-haired woman her own private room at least a hundred times, but she refused because she was perfectly content where she was. Spade did not mind her presence either and he often found it soothing, keeping her close by, especially on those turbulent nights when the magic-sensitive being could not manage a wink of sleep. Luna turned her attention to the others, and he went back to work wiping down the counter, assorting Tatiana’s treats into an appropriate presentation, and keeping an ear open for any sudden disturbances or requests. <br><br>It took mere seconds for another disruption to raise calamity throughout the tavern as the faint smell of smoke wafted into Spade’s sensitive nose. He arched a brow and glanced over at the chimney that sat in the center of the Inn and as jade and golden hues inspected the fire. He noticed how it rose and fell intricately as if someone was manipulating it from the outside, or as if welcoming a friend with open arms. There were a handful of beings that he knew were capable of that, but his inquiry was immediately answered when Cleo burst through the room with her fiery coat. Spade’s eyes widened and his smile grew just as large as a child struck by wonder. A phoenix! He had not seen one of her kind in… one? No, two? Maybe three thousand…? Before he let the thoughts about his advancing age wander, his eyes followed her outside until she ended up at the door peeking in. He was about to wave his hand and grant her request for clothing but Araxis got to him first as he was the closest to the admittedly stunning woman. Not only was she a pretty phoenix, but she was also a young one, and he wondered where in the multiverse she had come from as they had always been a rare species. <br><br>He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Jehanne’s reaction to the sudden commotion and to the emergence of so many pretty faces. It was one of the traits that they both shared – the appreciation of beauty especially when it came bundled with a soft face and gentle yet prominent curves. She then talked about going off to her bath again and as Spade had mentioned earlier, her room was already prepared for her. It was decorated to her liking and filled with healing herbs and magical supplies, things to sharpen her weapon, and plenty of storage to place her things or to pick out outfits based on what she wanted to wear. Spade spared no expense or bit of magical power when it came to setting up his guests. <br><br>Then there was another disruption and Spade’s magical vibrations rattled off in an unheard frequency as slightly pointed ears raised and he arched a silver brow curiously. This day just seemed to be getting more and more interesting as another unusual figure broke through the barrier, both physically and metaphorically. Another mortal who had reached far beyond the limits that they had been born with to obtain gifts once forbidden to them. Amazing. <br><br>“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Archmage Devon. Thank you for your kind words. You should be proud of yourself, you’re only the third Archmage of your kind to make it here,” he mused with a cheeky grin. His eyes pulsed with their golden rings again, embedded against a verdant backdrop. He shook Devon’s hand, but that moment of contact was all that the mortal would need to know what he was dealing with. Raw, unfiltered power poured from Spade’s magnificent aura – it was as if he had thousands of thin arcane threads extending from his frame and outwards in all directions. His physical visage carried metaphysical weight, pressing down against those bodies incapable of withstanding its mass. The Archmage asked about drinks and he nodded, spinning a glass into the air only for it to land perfectly balanced in his palm and then placing it down in front of him. His other hand twirled the sparkling bottle he plucked from his shelves earlier around his fingers mystically, and the cork popped when he arched it towards the brim of the vessel. He poured the strange liquid into the glass and it sparkled like twinkling stars: upon tasting it, it was a mixture of sweet and slightly bitter, but potent enough to awaken the senses and weave a blazing fire in the pit of one’s belly.&nbsp; <br><br>“First one’s on the house,” he said with a wink before his attention diverted again, this time towards the far end of the main lounge where the entertainment section was. He smiled again as he watched Lucy bring herself on stage, fulfilling her duties as lounge singer. It was all she had wanted to do, he remembered she told him, she just wanted to sing and be heard and appreciated. There was no better or more appropriate place for that then the Inn – she had an audience almost every time she went up there and sang her heart out. He listened attentively to the Nephilim’s song and swooned with each syllable and her voice seemed to echo throughout every room of the mystical establishment. Araxis and Cleo conversed off to one side before the phoenix ran off to listen to Lucy’s song before he could offer her anything. That wasn’t good, he hadn’t introduced himself yet either! Being the polite and dedicated owner that he was, he made it a mission to go over and introduce himself to make himself known. But first, he watched Tatian’s lovely expression when he complimented the delicious treats, she had made for them. He loved making his employees feel cherished and appreciated when they poured their hearts and souls into their creations just to keep his happy little establishment running. She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips – he returned the gesture with a satisfied murmur. He had almost forgotten about the after-effects of her funnel cake until her kiss heightened the intensity of the spell, forcing him to lick his lips slowly again. He had to fight the craving to kiss, for now, until he made sure his phoenix guest was comfortable. <br><br>With a graceful bow, he excused himself from behind the bar and made his way over to where Cleo had sat herself down. He listened to Lucy sing for another couple of moments before a long finger tapped at the woman’s shoulder lightly. He grinned proudly and offered a small bow of his head as he introduced himself, those enchanting orbs taking in the sight of her being hugged by Araxis’ jacket deliciously. “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt your listening. I’m Spade, the owner and bartender. I like introducing myself to my guests personally. If there’s anything you need, please just let me know. It has been so long since I’ve seen one of your kind, Miss…?” he admitted with a low laugh. He then turned his gaze back towards the stage so he could watch Lucy some more, in case Cleo did indeed want something or had any questions to ask him. “She’s talented, isn’t she?” he complimented as he sighed dreamily: almost as if to match his mood, the entire venue dimmed and floating unlit candles appeared to add some additional warmth, a light breeze rattled against the windows, and the air seemed to feel and taste pleasant, rich and comforting aromas wafting leisurely around his employees and patrons. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>08-01-2021, 21:16:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>: Settling up before cleaning up<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Leather armor vest (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/f6/7a/ddf67a56a0e7316a8ad438d06f7b42c0.jpg) and manica (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/aa/53/70aa53c439a5b67d9755e7c748bf2efe.jpg); leather pants and high boots; baldric and sword<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade, Tatiana, Open<br><hr> <br>The Lion was busier than Jehanne had seen it for some time- or at least more so than she <em>remembered</em>, not always the same thing. Some times, when she died, she lost track of things once she was back, like pretty Luna's hair...<br><br>In any event, it was shaping up to be a busy night, and though she'd though to maybe have a meal before bathing, if she wanted to be accepted among the company (to say nothing of finding company for later), it were best she get a move on and relieve herself of the badges of battle spattered about her person. Plus, that way the water'd not get cool.<br><br>Gliding to her feet, she glared at her bleak, nameless companion as it stood in the corner, still vaguely vibrating. "You. Fokkin' behave yerself."&nbsp; Then she passed around to the front of the bar and took her purse in hand again. "I'll settle my account with ye, Lord Spade, and then I'll go make meself more presentable. Seein' as you have more'n a few new guests I'd not be after offendin'." From the satchel, she took out a handful of coin, picked through it until she found ten gold pieces of roughly the same size and weight. Not a one of them was brother to any other; each was slightly different in shape, and bore different stamps: kings, queens, monsters and symbols; and not a one showing the same year. Stacking them neatly in front of the proprietor, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Fair enough? If ye feel slighted, speak true. I've damn-all use for it&nbsp; much anywhere else, after all."<br><br>Then she winked and clicked her tongue at Tatiana. "Though I'd hold a bit back to have this one make me a cake. 'Specially if she'd pop out of it for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>08-01-2021, 21:28:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the Bar and walking towards the stage<br><strong>Action</strong>: Being very surprised, then mesmerized. <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade, Cleo, Lucy, Tatiana<br><hr><br>To be fair, Devon hadn’t thought of himself as a human for more than a century now. Over the years, he and the Library had merged into one single entity. The Library didn’t have a consciousness and he did. It gravitated towards him, entwining its threads with his soul and body on a fundamental level. In his own scholar mind, he was more akin to a vampire or werewolf. A being that was once human but had transcended into the realms of the supernatural. He sure as hell wasn’t mortal anymore.<br>Devon was also quite sure that his link with the Library was such that it couldn’t be broken. At least, not without killing him. He was quite alright with not being human anymore though. Being some kind of living library instead suited him just fine. <br>It was as close to being a lich as one could be, basically. But then without being a smelly undead. A pretty damn good deal.<br><br>As he listened to Spade, his smile shifted into a grin, the man’s expression flattered and full of pride.<br>“Why thank you too, sir Bartender. Or should I call you ‘Spade’? It’s an honour to meet you in the flesh.”<br>When he made contact with Spade, Devon’s eyes widened for a moment as he took in the aura and the amount of power. But instead of recoiling or being afraid, his grin widened, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and curiosity.<br>“My, my, my. Fascinating… You’re quite the individual, sir Spade. Impressive. I can see now why this establishment has been safe for all this time.”<br>Amused by Spade’s tricks, Devon looked on as his drink was poured, humming when he heard the satisfying sound of the cork popping. “Aahh, the sound of corks popping and drinks being poured. Magificent, isn't it? Thank you, sir.” <br><br>At Spade’s wink, he raised his glass in a toast. “On your health then, Master Spade. Cheers.” <br>Taking a sip, he sighed contently as the contents started to spread through his system. That was a damn good drink. <br>With an amused smile on his face, the Librarian watched on as Spade enjoyed his cake and the kiss, the thrums of magic clearly felt by the mage. Oohh, spicy. He gave Tatiana a big thumbs up and a raise from his glass, giving her an approving wink that just screamed ‘you go girl!’. <br><br>And then the music started. Lucy’s singing mesmerized him almost instantly, Davon standing up and walking closer towards the stage. Ending up beside’s Cleo’s chair, he gave the phoenix a warm smile as he looked on. <br>He saw Spade talk with the barely clad fiery woman, the barman watching with a smile on his face. The inn reaction, becoming warmer, more pleasant.<br>Still… Something was missing. Not the voice though. No…<br><br>A smile formed on Devon’s lips. The sound came from the speakers. An electronics system. The Library had information on that. But… Such a voice deserved proper accompaniment. <br>The Librarian’s eyes began to glow as he held up his hand with the palm upwards, a book appearing in a soft flash of blue light. As if the paper was burning in reverse in blue flame, but producing no heat or sound. Not being destroyed, but created. The pages were turned soundlessly and without Devon touching them, eventually settling on a music score. The Archmage’s smile widened. Putting the book to his lips, he blew upon it, small spark wafting through the air for a moment. Gradually but very noticeably, the instrumentals changed. Became grander, more real. As if an invisible master pianist was playing everywhere at once, perfectly accompanying her voice. No crackle, no electric interference, nothing. Just perfection. <br><br>The memory of this song had lingered within the Library as well. Not only the written word, but the sung word, the viewed word and even a portion of the thought word were stored there as well. The memories of music and sounds, of sight and smell. All collected in one majestic collection. That… was the Library. That... was who is now was.<br><br>Devon smiled warmly to Spade and Cleo, nodding to the other patrons nearby as closed the book with a soft snap, the document seemingly burning up and disappearing. <br><br>Now… it was perfect. With more content sips from his drink, Devon listened to the music, absorbing the pleasant atmosphere. Damn, he was glad to be here. Lucky him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-01-2021, 09:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/38/32/1838329f6b3c956b54e63bd85ecdedc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694723#msg15694723)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen-Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>:&nbsp; Speaking with Araxis<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron and chef hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Barefoot<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Araxis, Devon Jehenne, (m) Spade, open<br><br>Watches her boss take his leave from behind the bar.<br><br>Answering Araxis; "Oh funnel cakes are basically a fried donut with confectioner sugar sprinkle over it.&nbsp; &nbsp;They're a favorite at carnivals and fairs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thus why I chose to do them for a bar snack as I see the Green Lion with a festive atmosphere.&nbsp; A simple treat.&nbsp; &nbsp;The more decadent pastries are reserved for dinners for desserts."<br><br>By the time she is finished with her response.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her flushed cheeks have slowly faded.&nbsp; Tatiana would continue to maintain small talk.<br><br>"So how do you like the Green Lion sir?&nbsp; &nbsp;Will you being staying long?&nbsp; Do you have a favorite dessert a pastry you favor if so, let me know and I'll make one for your dinner tonight."<br><br>Stopping as Jehenne has come over.&nbsp; Offers the warrior woman a shy smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through by the end of Jehenne's comment about the cake and her coming out of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;At first goes over her head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly through in the next several minutes, that flush that had disappeared.&nbsp; Has now come back with a vengeance, as her cheeks glow with a reddish glow.&nbsp; "You mean like a stripper cake,&nbsp; frompy me."&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing as she catches the thumbs up from Devon.&nbsp; A lifesaver as she is acutely aware of her awkwardness. She turns towards him.&nbsp; "Thank you sir, and welcome to the Green Lion." Flashing a genuine earnest smile of gratitude.&nbsp; Then turning back to Araxis and Jehenne to resume the conversation if he or she wished to continue to chat.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she waits for a response to her questions.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While casting a glance every so often back towards Devon.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Tatiana is enjoying her time out in the great hall of the inn at the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even through she felt at times awkward especially socially.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>10-01-2021, 04:38:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Entertainment Room<br><strong>Action:</strong> Rehearsing a song... and is that a phoenix?!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon, Araxis, Cleo and Open //&nbsp; <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Spade<br><br><hr><br>Alucielle faltered only for the briefest of a moment, likely not even noticeable to an individual untrained in music… as the sound around her began to change unexpectedly… it no longer felt like pre-recorded music coming from the speakers, but instead… it felt to her ears like she had the Inn’s actual musicians here performing with her…<br><br>Her pale blue eyes searched the crowd as she continued to sing and eventually, her senses were drawn to the source of magical power this was all coming from… an older looking man, some kind of wizard or mage from the looks of things… mortal born… but that wasn’t too shocking, Spade did occasionally allow some mortal borns to come here if they were attuned with the forces of the arcane to a strong enough degree. Those individuals tended to belong more to this world by that point rather than the human one.<br><br>She let her eyes wander from him to gaze about the room at the small audience her rehearsal seemed to have gained… something caught her attention then… there was a woman...was she seeing what she was thinking she was… the truth seeing qualities her angelic heritage granted to her was showing her… gold, orange and red flames swirling throughout this woman’s aura…<br><br>A phoenix? <br><br>She’d never seen one before, so she couldn’t be for sure on that, but she’d read about half of Spade’s personal library since he had brought her here… would it be rude to ask her later? Or should she just wait for it to come up in normal conversation?<br><br>Curiosity was something of a weakness for the young nephilim.<br><br>As her song came to an end and the sounds from the magical music faded to silence, Alucielle made her way on graceful steps towards the side of the stage, taking the steps down to the floor… she proceeded with a soft gentle smile towards the wizard “That was a lovely bit of magic. Thank you, sir”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>12-01-2021, 01:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stage<br><strong>Action</strong>: Talking, bit of flirting, being dumbstruck by all the beautiful women here<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucy, Luc, Open<br><hr><br>At the end of the lovely song, Devon clapped enthusiastically, letting the music die down with a casual wave of his hand as the lovely Nephilim ended her song. He couldn’t lift his gaze off her, not yet. Mesmerized by the quality of her performance, he was thrilled to notice that she knew he had been the origin of the spell. <br>His smile widened as his eyes twinkled happily with uncharacteristically youthful glee as she approached him.<br><br>When she thanked him, he nodded politely, laughing softly.<br>“Miss, the pleasure is all mine. Never have I heard a voice more heavenly than yours. It was the least I could do to give that voice the accompaniment it deserved.”<br>Slowly and giving her all the time to stop him, Devon took her hand, pressing a featherlight kiss upon the back of it if she would allow it. <br><br>The gentle and wise man that he was, he let go of her hand after that, not wanting to make her uncomfortable more than needed. His smile was warm and full, making a small bow.<br>“The name’s Devon, miss. Library incarnate and magus supreme. It’s a delight to make your acquaintance.” <br><br>From the corner of his eye, he noticed Luciana, his magicked senses immediately picking up on the auras. He couldn’t see them, but it was more a feeling. Much less accurate than Alucielle used, for example. <br>Yet, he got a similar vibe from the maid as with the singer. And… well… she was a pretty damn gorgeous too. This place was looking better by the second. Devon gave her a bright grin too and a greeting nod before turning his attention back to Lucy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>12-01-2021, 02:50:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Seated)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Listening to a beautiful song, and forming a bond with a stranger<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade, Alucielle (m), Devon (m) | OPEN<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The young, raven haired girl sang like nothing Cleo had heard before, not in any of her lifetimes. Her voice carried the hope of new dawn, and brought back memories of Cleo’s many lives before. In fact, the phoenix was so mesmerized, the light tap on her shoulder caused her to move and offer Spade the seat next to her, thinking he <em>too</em> wanted to enjoy the delightful sounds. But then the room… It became more romantic. It was darker, and aromatic. <em>Did the… tavern owner do this on his own?</em> From the corner of her bright eyes, Cleo watched him bow to her, and shook her brunette head softly as she realized he was <em>introducing</em> himself to her as if she was some sort of… well, immortal, fire bird.<br><br>“I assure you, Spade, I did not mean to cause such a fuss. I am certain my… <em>novelty</em> won’t last long.” And yet, a floating candle behind the partially dressed phoenix was suddenly lit. Then the small, orange flame leapt from the first candle to the second, and the third, and all the rest. The flame was as powerful as it was playful, and soon the room was aglow with soft, burning light. <em>He made candles for her.</em> It had been a very long time since the phoenix had been romanced. “I suppose…” Cleo cleared her throat as Alucielle continued her siren song, “I am Cleo, and if you know of my kind, then you know we follow the Sun.” Though Cleo did wonder <em>how</em> Spade knew of phoenixes in the first place, now, during a beautiful, musical performance, was hardly the time to ask. Still, her voice was soft, and there was a small, smile on her lips as she spoke. “You must be wondering why it’s golden rays have fallen on your home. Unfortunately, I am still uncertain myself. …Most of where I travel to is rich in combat, and there doesn’t seem to be any of that here.” She looked up at Spade then, and only then. He was older, but handsome, and very professional. The phoenix also wondered just how many secrets he kept in his colorful, tailored pockets. "Thankfully, of course."<br><br>Seated at the back of the entertainment lounge, the phoenix watched as the mage entered the room and approached the stage. He seemed equally mesmerized by Alucielle’s song, and watched her for a moment before – <em>surprisingly</em> – wandering to the back of the room and sitting next to Cleo. The phoenix instantly shifted closer to Spade, attempting to give him more room. She wasn’t used to anyone sitting <em>with</em> her. She was always alone. <em>This was… Wait. What was the mage doing now?</em> The bird watched curiously, bright eyes flitting from Alucielle’s masterful performance to Devon’s spell, until low and behold there were <em>instruments</em>. And they were not quiet, no, they were accompanying Allucielle’s words! How <em>marvelous</em>. The phoenix smiled, bravely, at Devon’s talents as they all listened. As the performance ended, Devon stood to express his gratitude, but Cleo stayed in her seat, clapping quietly, and smiling at Allucielle as the young woman stared back at her in equal awe. <br><br>Try as Cleo might, she did seem to attract attention. “Maybe they’ll make more enchanting music together, don't you hope?” Cleo murmured warmly to Spade, watching as Devon moved swiftly, up to Alucielle’s side near the stage again, to sing even more praise. The phoenix stayed seated where she was, still hesitant to move closer and interrupt. She was quite happy to observe, after all, it was normally what the Sun asked. Though, in all honestly, Cleo <em>knew</em> both Devon and Alucielle were far from the mortals she was usually tasked with overseeing. “She… works for you, yes?” Cleo asked Spade, nodding at Alucielle whilst the singer conversed with Devon. “It is very noble of you to give someone a purpose.” The candles, still warm and still aglow, drifted between them.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-01-2021, 05:24:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Adjusting to the chaos<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Cleo (Mentioned), Luciana Rae, Tatiana<br><br>With Cleo settling in with others, Araxis took a bit more time to settle in, noticing the terrain and the various lovely ladies who were here.&nbsp; Yet another walked out wearing a curious outfit he didn't recognize - he'd not yet seen a maid on patrol in his limited experiences with humans - but he guessed her to be a stylish sort of noble by the way she dressed and carried herself.&nbsp; He gave her a brief smile, planning on talking with her later if she showed interest.<br><br>By that point, as he looked back to Tatiana, the spell that she'd woven into the funnel cake finally kicked in.&nbsp; It was clear that he wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but neither did he seem overly concerned, only a touch confused and surprised, as he attempted to pull her into his arms and kiss her.&nbsp; The movements were slow, deliberate enough that she could get away if she wanted to, with his still puzzled by his own immediate compulsion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-01-2021, 20:37:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/38/32/1838329f6b3c956b54e63bd85ecdedc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694723#msg15694723)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bar<br><strong>Action</strong>:&nbsp; Kissing Araxis<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron and chef hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Barefoot<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Araxis, (m) Jehenne,, open<br><br>Tatiana gaze lingers on the warrior woman Jehenne.&nbsp; &nbsp;Caught like a deer in headlights.&nbsp; She is unsure on how to act.&nbsp; &nbsp;Excitement courses through her, hidden by the malaise of innocence as she stands there.&nbsp; Not noticing her magic had wrought and the effects it has on Araxis.&nbsp; Through he moved deliberately as the spell wove through him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not until he grabs her hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;Startled,&nbsp; Tatiana looked down as she is drawn to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unable to process as his face loomed ever closer.&nbsp; &nbsp;His lips so very sensual draws her gaze.&nbsp; &nbsp;Memorized as he brings them to her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;The first brush of his lips against her own, sends a tingle of confusion and excitement coursing through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Sir."&nbsp; came out weakly as he presses the kiss upon her.&nbsp; &nbsp;From that moment forward she is drawn into the kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her lips move to mesh with his.&nbsp; &nbsp;Surrendering to his desire to kiss.&nbsp; Obvious she is the cause,&nbsp; her magic having imbued the funnel cake with the urge to kiss upon those that eat it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Unsure on how to react in her response as she kisses him back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Allowing Araxis to direct how the kissing will proceed.&nbsp; &nbsp;As his companion surrenders to his attempted kiss.&nbsp; Till the point she is kissing him back.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fresh smell of baked goods,&nbsp; delights linger on her, uniform.&nbsp; &nbsp;Giving off&nbsp; a delicious homey aroma.&nbsp; &nbsp;Growing stronger as they kissed.&nbsp; Her magic begins surging, and it threads through the room through the doors to the kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Right to the oven where the lemon meringue pie bakes.&nbsp; &nbsp; The pie glows brightly with the magic flowing into it.&nbsp; &nbsp;So much that the light spreads out of the oven and into the kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then completes goes blank as it suddenly dissipates.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>15-01-2021, 02:41:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge<br><strong>Action:</strong> Charming a phoenix, watching the room, being tempted by sugary magic... <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (m) Jehanne, (m) Araxis, Devon, (m) Lucy, (m) Luc, (m) Tatiana, Cleo<br><hr>Jehanne would find that when she placed the currency on top of the bar, the coins would float upwards with a bit of magic and towards the old register that sat at the end. It didn’t look like much but like the rest of the establishment, it held a deep connection with its owner. The register sprung open with the sound of a bell and the coins clanked into place there before it shut itself tightly and rang again to let its owner know that the currency was counted. Not that Spade needed the profits from this place, but it helped when his guests needed change from the universes they had been or planned on going to. <br><br>The lovely atmosphere produced by Lucy’s performance was precisely what he had envisioned when he hired the Nephilim to work for him. She had told him about where she was from and how she was being hunted for who she was, and he found it to be a great shame. Though he could easily interfere in most of his guests and employees lives with relative ease, he held himself back because he knew the irregularities that his involvement could cause. Thus, he kept the Inn as refuge and safe place for anyone who wanted to escape the reality that they were given in exchange for a newer and more peaceful one. Their enemies would never follow them to the Inn, no matter how hard they may have tried. Anyone bearing ill will to those under his roof had no trace of them and no possible way of getting to them either. <br><br>Lucy’s singing was even more beautiful when it was accompanied by the bit of magic that Devon casted. Spade could not help but lift his head momentarily to catch the vibrations that his spellcasting gave off and though the Inn resisted at the presence of foreign magic at first, it was by Spade’s will that the effect continued unresisted until Lucy’s song was finished. He nodded over to Devon before he ended up walking away and talking to Lucy instead. His attention was drawn to Cleo again as she noticed that the room had changed and she glanced over to him to accurately guess that he had been the cause of the mystical effects and objects that manifested out of thin air. <br><br>“Oh, it’s no fuss at all. You made me realize that we’re not phoenix friendly. I’ll have to change that if you intend on sticking around,” he teased as the candles danced around the room unlit. Just as he expected, though, her aura alone was enough to cause them to ignite. He watched with interest and followed candle after candle, brilliant green hues twinkling as he admired each one. A simple gesture, perhaps, but one that delighted him and made him more curious about the woman beside him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cleo. I am not sure why the Sun brought you here either, but we can find out together, if you’d like,” he offered himself selflessly with that familiar and warm grin, eager to learn the reasoning for her arrival as well. Nothing fascinated him more than a good mystery, seeing as there were so few of those left for him to discover after being around for so long. <br>&nbsp;<br>When she reacted to Devon and Lucy chatting over by the stage, he couldn’t help but laugh softly and nodded in agreement. “Yes, one can only hope. That’s part of the allure of the Inn, worlds colliding unexpectedly and in hopefully pleasant ways,” he explained as his attention turned back to the phoenix as she asked him about Lucy working for him. “Yes, she’s one of my employees. One of many running around, as you’ll find out. I love giving people new purposes and chances to escape the boring or dangerous lives they might live. The inn provides enough that you’ll never need anything under my employment.” Speaking of which, Luc appeared in her cute maid’s outfit: no matter how many times he told her she didn’t have to stay cleaning all the time, the lovely angel did it anyway. He respected her commitment though and appreciated her dedication to her job. <br><br>He turned his attention to Araxis and Tatiana back at his original spot over by the bar. He arched a delicate brow and grinned in amusement as he noticed that Araxis had consumed the same treat he did, and already succumbed to Tatiana’s magic. The tingling sensation on his own lips returned and he found himself licking them subconsciously before glancing over at Cleo and taking a moment to inspect her own set of pink and seemingly kissable lips. “Err, sorry, what was I saying again?” he asked as he quickly glanced back up at her pretty eyes and flashed her another devilish grin. “Oh, right. Never a dull moment here, that’s for sure…” he muttered though he found his eyes drifting back down to her soft mouth again seconds later. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-01-2021, 07:01:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Paying for a room and leading Tatiana off<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Tatiana, Spade<br><br>By the time the kiss faded, Araxis' mind cleared of the magic, leaving the vague tingling that something was wrong, he'd had some sort of effect, but it hadn't made him do anything he didn't want to do and he wasn't overly concerned about it.&nbsp; His senses so guarded, perhaps he might be ready for the next one if it came, but for now, he had other matters to attend to and needn't waste conscious thought on the affair.<br><br>Instead, he just gave her a smile, then looked back to Spade.&nbsp; It didn't take him long to pull out a fistful of gold, more than enough to pay for a room, possibly enough to rent a second.&nbsp; "Start a tab for me under the name Araxis."&nbsp; It wasn't a question, and he wasn't currently interested in negotiation or worrying about the price.&nbsp; Rather, barely waiting for a reply from Spade, he reached back out to take Tatiana's hand and bring her along.&nbsp; "Show me where the rooms are," he told her, content to pick one for himself unless she had a preference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-01-2021, 08:16:07</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/38/32/1838329f6b3c956b54e63bd85ecdedc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694723#msg15694723)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bar-to guest rooms (Araxis')<br><strong>Action</strong>:&nbsp; Showing Araxis to his rooms.&nbsp; In truth being led to his rooms.&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron and chef hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Barefoot<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Araxis, (m) Jehenne, Spade, open<br><br>A flush look pervades upon her face when the handsome gentleman Araxis breaks the kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.&nbsp; To some it would make her without magic more desirable to kiss.&nbsp; <br><br>Tatiana has not noticed her boss Spade has made his way back to the section of bar she and Araxis are at.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lifts her hand,&nbsp; and her magic threads out in tendrils toward the kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those unseen tendrils make their way towards and into the kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tendrils wrap around the oven door and pull it down,&nbsp; then two more tendrils reach in and pull out the lemon meringue pie.&nbsp; &nbsp;Setting it down on the table in the kitchen to cool off.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A slight radiance is upon the pie of magic.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like all her creations it imbued with a spell effect woven into its making.&nbsp; &nbsp;This pie would only affect women.&nbsp; The tart of lemon will give women when eating a slice of said pie taut engorged nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;That will be quite sensitive and tender to the touch for about a half hour. <br><br>All the while she pulled her pie from the oven.&nbsp; &nbsp;Araxis had pulled out his coin purse,&nbsp; brought out gold coin to pay for a room to master Spade.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before he can respond,&nbsp; Araxis has taken her hand and is pulling her along.&nbsp; &nbsp;Asking her to lead him to the rooms.&nbsp; &nbsp;That she could possibly choose which ones are to be his.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It doesn't occur to her that she is not a maid or porter of the inn.&nbsp; She is the patissier chef for the inn.&nbsp; Her gaze takes in her boss and the warrior woman Jehenne before turning her attention to Araxis as they move through the main room.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Ah this way.... Do you want a good view?"&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>15-01-2021, 22:20:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7a/ce/57/7ace57136b7302ab067cb695b98ef95d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akihiro Sato (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15695036#msg15695036)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Seductive predator on the prowl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Your dark fantasy</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/aa/bd/67/aabd67f610f9a167631fd436007b1319.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana // <strong>Mentioning:</strong>&nbsp; Araxis,&nbsp; Tatiana and Spade<br><br><hr><br>Akihiro’s gaze slid with a predator’s sultry towards the blonde maid whom he spotted quietly observing everyone in the bar… with everyone’s focus removed from him, the vampire felt free to pull away and make his way over towards the tempting seraphim… his every movement spoke of effortless sensual grace, his amber gold eyes locked onto hers… if she wasn’t making a fully conscious efforts with her angelic powers to resist him, she would feel an almost irresistible urge to look deeply into those amber gold depths…<br><br>He seated himself beside her at the bar, he gave her a charming sexy smile that displayed just the barest glint of fangs as he lifted one elegant hand to brush a lock of shimmery gold hair from her forehead “Hello there… I’m new around here and I’ve yet to meet you… imagine, a nephilim AND a seraphim under the same roof… you are very lovely, my little golden temptress…”<br><br>The vampire leaned in just a little bit as he added a bit of intent to seduce into the quality of his already alluring smile, his hand tracing lazy patterns up and down the length of her forearm “Tell me about yourself, lovely one… what brings you here? And as a maid no less?”<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The entertainment room<br><strong>Action:</strong> blushing and conversing with a guest.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon //<strong> Mentioning:</strong> Spade and Luciana<br><br><hr><br><br>“You flatter me, sir” Alucielle replied with a lovely smile of her rosy pink lips, a gentle blush highlighting her fair creamy flesh “I trust you will wish to present for the actual performance when the majority of the guests are arriving for the show?”<br><br>So many interesting individuals showed up here at the Green Lion Inn, Alucielle always felt excited about her she might meet next and today was certainly no disappointment… well, the vampire would take some getting used to, but perhaps she ought to try and get to know him some before casting immediate judgement upon him. She definitely hated being judged unfairly for being nephilim… although, to be entirely fair, she didn’t know the circumstances of his transformation, but… she was born nephilim, she didn’t choose it.<br><br>She cleared her throat lightly in a bashful manner “Are you to be staying as a guest here for long? I hope your room is to your satisfaction”<br><br>People skills were still something Alucielle was working on… she’d lived such an isolated existence before Spade came and liberated her from that life of dismal perpetual solitude… but she was determined to learn, she was going to take full advantage of this new lease on life she’d been gifted.<br><br>The only thing she truly worried about now… was the maid… so far, the angel had not reported her existence to any superior angels… and she hadn’t attempted to attack Alucielle herself either… she wanted to ask her why… she had so many questions… but there was still that nagging fear at the back of her mind, that one thing she’d always been taught.<br><br>Stay clear of angels, Alucielle… for you, they mean your end… do not forget… nephilim are forbidden to exist by the laws of heaven…<br><br>The question nagged at Alucielle’s mind though as well… what was Luciana doing here at maid though? Didn’t she have divine duties in heaven? Or… had she run away? Was Luciana a fallen or disgraced angel?<br><br>So many questions… each one she dared not to ask…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>16-01-2021, 01:13:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stage<br><strong>Action</strong>: Being nice, bit of flirting, testing the waters<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucy <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Luc, Spade, Open<br><hr><br>Before he could stop himself, Devon found himself fascinated by Alucielle’s smile. She was more lovely than he had thought. His eyes softened with a kind glow. He laughed softly, nodding. <br>“Only giving credit where it is due, lovely miss. Your voice deserves the highest credit I can give. And with your permission, I would be honoured to record it for the ages.”<br>His smile widened, the Librarian nodding enthusiastically. “I’d love to be present, yes. Wouldn't miss it for the world. And if you need any help, feel free to request my assistance. It’d be my pleasure and honour.”<br><br>Devon did notice her unease though. A woman not accustomed to social interactions, not wholly at the least. The mage glanced at her aura, aeons of information flashing by as he tried to decipher her origins. Did he spot some angelic influence within her? Maybe an angel then, like the one from earlier? Devon followed her gaze around for a moment or two. No… something else. <br>But what she was wasn’t important. First and foremost, he wanted to get to know her better.<br><br>Without losing his warmth or smile, he looked into her eyes. Why not give this a shot? Couldn’t hurt to try, right?<br>“I’m planning on staying here for a while,” Davon said in a chipper tone of voice, trying to get Alucielle to feel a bit more at ease. “Although I do have to admit, I have not visited my room yet.”<br><br>Glancing back to Spade, he chuckled and turned back to Lucy with an apologetic look on his face. <br>“Seeing as sir Spade is quite... busy, would you perhaps be able to show me to my room, miss?” <br>A flirting tone crept into Davon’s voice, his eyes sparkling a bit mischievously. There was no unfair judgement in his eyes, only interest, warmth and mischievousness. After all, he wasn’t one to judge anymore. Otherwise, people would probably judge him right into the ground, being what he was.<br><br>“If you don’t mind me asking, is there anything I can call you?” He said, seeing her getting a bit uneasy. The mage felt a soft urge to try and quell those worries, but stressing her out wasn’t the way to go. Soft and easy, with a bit of patience. In his experience, a listening ear and a warm shoulder were often just as sexy as a muscled chest. Maybe even more so for some. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>17-01-2021, 05:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Seated)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Romance! <em>*happy sigh*</em><br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade (Mentioning Everyone) | OPEN<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">‘Phoenix friendly’?! Whatever did he mean by that? Cleo, very curious, titled her pretty head, bringing her ear closer to her shoulder in a very bird-like manner. “I will be stay as long as the Sun allows, but… Spade. It is very difficult to craft any indoor space that is… In your terms, phoenix friendly. Even with magic as enchanting as yours.” She complimented him, as the lit candles danced around them still. Cleo let her bright, hazel eyes wander from one flickering, <em>hot</em>, orange wick to another. "It’s why the Sun granted us human forms made of soft flesh, and not burning flame.“ The woman managed a small smile. Her human form made it far easier to interact with other <em>beings</em> too, if they so desired. “Still, if <em>your</em> purpose is to assist others, including myself, I am never one to question someone else's purpose… I could teach you about the many lives of the phoenix, complex as they may be.”<br><br>It was clear that the phoenix was hesitant to accept aid from others, or anyone really, but in that moment, she truly wanted to learn of Spade’s magic, and his past with other phoenixes. It could be quite delightful. Perhaps he had more fireplaces or lanterns than needed to be lit. "We do not have to start deciphering the Sun’s intentions tonight, however,” Cleo blinked her long eyelashes rapidly, “I am sure you are quite…” The mage and the lounge singer. Araxis and the chef. Cleo suddenly glanced around Spade’s floating, romantic candles, and quickly realized that the owner of the inn was – in fact – <em>not</em> busy with anyone else. The other beings at the bar even seemed... Well taken care of. Araxis was even leaving with… “Actually, it would appear you are free tonight after all.” Cleo spoke softly as she watched the others, some in the midst of flirting. It made the phoenix very happy to see such romance. She sighed gently, settling down into her chair next to Spade. His floating candles burned a little brighter, and a little more red.<br><br>But Araxis’ call to the inn keeper reminded her of something else, and the phoenix sat up, arching her body across the table towards him, resting her elbows on its cool surface. Her perky breasts risked escaping from the confines of Araxis’ detailed suit jacket, but she didn't seem concerned. “You should know, though I cannot speak for other, immortal, mythical, creatures,” Cleo beamed at Spade and rolled her bottom, pink lip into her top one, holding back another, awkward laugh, “Phoenixes do not carry gold. But I can offer you knowledge, and discovery…” she paused for only a moment, as she <em>recognized</em> something she had seen over and over again in mortals. Century after century. It was a look, a glint, a gleam in Spade’s <em>enchanting</em> green eyes. “…And perhaps, <em>comfort</em>, since you seem very intent on kissing me, Spade.”<br><br>Her hand, closest to him, extended and enveloped his. Her skin was unnaturally warm due to her phoenix fire, but not unpleasantly so. Kissing her soft, pink lips would be the same as sipping a hot cup of tea.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>18-01-2021, 01:14:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/8a/0e/428a0ecdfa8ae1593d606fdd5e88fb77.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Malleus Draconia<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge <br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Interested in all the different unique energies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mystery of the Dark Fey</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4a/77/b4/4a77b4d1c08c3794b017791dc07519b0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade, Cleo | <strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Devon, Lucy, Araxis<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>A pale aristocratic looking hand lightly trailed fingertips along the smooth wall… he had arrived too late to catch who the enchanting songstress was, but a new fascination was taking hold as the Unseelie Fey the hand belonged to took the in numerous energies absorbed by the space from all the various and unique employees and guests…<br><br>He had to wonder… how many people were actually aware of the way a room or dwelling collected whatever energy they gave off… to say that a room or a home had a soul… well, in a sense, that statement was quite true…<br><br>“So many different individuals coming through every single day, bringing something else entirely new to contribute…” He murmured, more to himself than anyone else that might have been within earshot of him where he stood near the doors “What an interesting place… I think… I might actually stay awhile after all…”<br><br>Shimmering bright green eyes with an almost cat-like quality turned to gaze upon the individuals occupying the space… they all seemed to be quite busy… he had been told the person he needed to speak with about accommodations was a mysterious individual calling himself Spade… but which male present could be the one he was looking for?<br><br>First he observed the wizard looking fellow speaking to the raven haired beauty and shook his head lightly, no, this man made no secret about what he was… that did not fit the description he was given…<br><br>Next, his eyes moved to a brunette man with luminous blue eyes… a dragon… it had been a long time since he’d ever had the honor of conversing with a dragon, he would have to seek him out later if the dragon was to remain at the Green Lion for long…<br><br>Lastly, his gaze found a silver haired male having a rather sensual conversation in a both with pulled back curtains... his companion being… a phoenix? How very interesting, he would have to have a conversation with her at some point as well… but for now, the male was more at the forefront of his mind… this male concealed his true nature, much about him was shrouded even from him… this was definitely whom he was seeking…<br><br>Approaching the pair, Malleus gave them an elegant partial bow, one arm slightly bent behind in a manner that befitted a prince “Please excuse me, sir, madam… but might I inquire if I have the pleasure of being in the presence of one called Spade? I was informed I could find respite here, accommodations would be most helpful in this… I am already quite liking it here, it's a great relief to my magical reserves to dispose of the guise I must wear amongst the mortals...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>18-01-2021, 04:07:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: On her way upstairs, then bathing<br><strong>Action</strong>: Getting presentable<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Leather armor vest (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/f6/7a/ddf67a56a0e7316a8ad438d06f7b42c0.jpg) and manica (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/aa/53/70aa53c439a5b67d9755e7c748bf2efe.jpg); leather pants and high boots; then nothing.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><hr> <br>With Spade seeming satisfied with his gold, Jehanne turned from the bar and stalked with long strides towards the heavy wooden stairs that led up to the rooms, hands already working at the fastenings of her armor. "Pour us another, aye?&nbsp; I'll be back presently."<br><br>By the time she got to her accustomed room, everything was loose enough to simply drop on the floor inside the door save her breechclout and breastband. Those she unwound, then stood in front of the large looking glass and examined herself. Not that she'd changed, so far as she could tell. Never had. No beauty, she wasn't a horror either, though she was less curvaceous and had more defined muscles than some cared for.&nbsp; Despite vague memories of scores of fights, she still only had a single old scar, the fine one directly over her heart. How it had come to be there, she knew not; in her mind, she had always looked exactly as she did now. She didn't count, of course, the still slightly weeping jagged tears across her left arm and breast where the hooked net had caught her through the leather, or the hole in her thigh where she'd yanked the arrow free. They'd be gone by morning. Two days, at the most, if she got rambunctious.<br><br>Then there were the warmarks, and she turned her tight rump to the glass and craned her head over her shoulder to look at them. Nothing special there, either, simply row after row of small red hashmarks that started at the nape of her neck and ran all the way across and down her back. There was one right at the top of her tailbone that she was reasonably sure hadn't been there, but that was fuzzy as well. She'd tried to count them, once, but had lost track or interest at something over a hundred and forty. Every so often, she realized they had spread further, which meant that many more victories, but the time in between was always foggy.<br><br>Ah well. There was no fighting Fate, to say naught of understanding it. Live for today, for at some point soon, she'd be dead again. Or alive. And walking back through the fucking door yet again. So, sighing, feeling things twinge here and there, she settled into the hot water, and drew her knees up, folding her long legs so she could settle in as deeply as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>19-01-2021, 06:28:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge<br><strong>Action:</strong> Kissing a phoenix, collecting currency, being politely interrupted <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (m) Araxis, (m) Tatiana, (m) Jehanne, Cleo, Malleus<br><hr><br>Spade could tell that Cleo was fascinated to learn more about this place and the magic that flowed through it in the way she glanced up at him with her curious and endearing expression. The sight of her lovely hazel eyes full of admiration was delightful and while normally he was more reserved when it came to his secrets, there was something about the phoenix that suggested she would be more than willing to keep them.&nbsp; He nodded his head in agreement when she said it was difficult to make a place accommodating for her kind, but she only witnessed a small and brief portion of what he was capable of. “Oh, I have ways of preventing unfortunate accidents. I would be ecstatic to exchange information with you since you’re so willing to share.” <br><br>When she looked around the room to see if he was busy, he smiled warmly at the sights that were unfolding before them. The other guests of the Inn were finding partners, heading to their rooms, enjoying the company of the others. It was one of the reasons he loved this place and he was glad that everyone seemed to be having a good time. He did not have to address Araxis directly again when the dragon asked for a room, as the coins that he placed on the counter were enchanted with the same effect that had taken care of Jeh’s payment not that long ago. They hovered into the air and danced around before plunging into the old-looking cash register at the bar with series of clinking noises and the drawer shut itself tightly again. Handling that order of business, he turned his attention to the beautiful woman across from him again. <br><br>Her arching her body on top of the table forced his eyes to wander for a moment and he couldn’t help eyeing her cleavage as it peeked through the ornate jacket she was wearing. There seemed to be something in the air that day because he found himself having that familiar urge, a deep-seated need for pleasure and intimacy that he often neglected in exchange for the satisfaction of his guests and employees. It appears that her presence had awoken more than just his curiosity, and thanks to Tatiana’s pastry, he felt bolder and needier than usual. He grinned when she offered him knowledge, discovery, and comfort: now those were valuable forms of currency he would not reject. His fingers interlocked with her smaller ones and he picked up her hand so he could place little kisses along her digits and on top. <br><br>“I’ll take you up on that offer. In fact, I will be taking my first payment now…” he murmured before sliding closer to her, closing the distance in the circular booth they were in. His free hand picked up her chin lightly before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations that traveled through their newly joined bodies. His lips tasted sweet like fruit, though there was a hint of mint and a faint bitterness there so more like fine wine that had been aged through countless centuries, if not longer. He tugged on her held hand, so she slid even closer against him, his frame towering over her much more petite one, tongue gently prodding at her soft mouth, asking for permission to enter. <br><br>Then, when he thought all matters had been taken care of and he was free to do as he pleased with lovely Cleo, an aristocratic voice interrupted them mid-kiss and there was an ever so slight change in the vibrations that spilled from his mystical aura. It was sudden and sharp, almost like a lightning bolt crackled through the sky and sent a shock to those sensitive to his magical nature. Not enough to hurt or to make anyone uncomfortable, but noticeable. He unwillingly pulled away from Cleo for a moment, peppering a quick kiss to her again before doing so. “One moment, sweetheart,” he muttered with a reassuring grin before he turned his brilliant gaze to the Fey, intrigued by his own arcane presence. He smiled politely and nodded his head, hand still holding onto Cleo’s in his lap. <br><br>“I am Spade, welcome to the Green Lion Inn. We’re happy to have you.&nbsp; Feel free to unwind as you see fit, there is no need to hide yourself here. You’re among friends. As for accommodations, place some currency of your choice on the bar counter next to the register there,” he pointed out the location with his free hand, “And your room will be set up for you magically. You can have one of my staff take you there, or you can follow your senses: our rooms are equipped with your favorite scents, sounds and visuals to make you feel more at home.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>20-01-2021, 23:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Pleasantries in many forms&nbsp; ;)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade, Malleus | OPEN<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Admittedly, the phoenix often became <em>so</em> enchanted with observing other’s romance, that she forgot to enjoy some of her own. The Sun did <em>not</em> forbid its fiery birds from interfering with mortals, or other, magical beings, but it did encourage distance. Sometimes the distance made Cleo feel a bit… alien. And, rather quickly, she was learning that caring for an inn and all of its residents could make Spade feel a little… well, alien too. “Oh you… You do not have to…” the phoenix started as the elegant man kissed her hand several times, her mind still lost in his promises of 'accident prevention', before he intertwined their grasps and pulled her in close. Apparently he was a bit more… <em>lonely</em> than even Cleo had anticipated.<br><br>Even if Spade said had ways of protecting his inn from her immortal flame, the phoenix was still <em>very</em> careful not to burn his floating candles too hot. But when his other hand danced along her chin and carried her bright hazel eyes into his shimmering green ones, the phoenix couldn’t help but heat up with anticipation; the candle wicks flickered with big flames of gold and red. <em>The inn keeper did not disappoint, and wasn’t the least bit shy either.</em> His smooth lips reminded her of lavish gardens she had flown through in the past. Cleo met him, <em>hungry</em> kiss for <em>hungry</em> kiss, slowly closing her own eyes as they settled into one another. Against her, his initial touches felt cool and the burning bird welcomed the temperature change, snuggling her hot, naked thigh into his pant leg as he pulled her closer still, nibbling at his bottom lip between lusty kisses. Spade’s chest, though fully clothed, felt firm…. So, <em>so</em> firm, and cool again. She rubbed the palm of her free, dainty hand against the buttons of his white dress shirt, wanting them to open. <br><br>When the larger man prodded at her hot, wet mouth with his tongue, Cleo willingly opened her lips ever so <em>slowly</em>, and then… Her brunette hair turned towards Spade, still smoky from the inn’s chimney, as she looked at the well-dressed figure who had, innocently, interrupted them. The phoenix could not sense magical auras, but his last kiss was still hungry enough to let Cleo know that Spade <em>was</em> reluctant to assist his latest guest. The mention of ‘sweetheart’ earned the inn keeper a very warm nuzzle on the chin, first with her nose, then with a quick lick of her tongue, more bird than human. Cleo, being an observant and kind phoenix, was perfectly fine to wait. Her hand squeezed Spade’s, pressing more of her warmth into his clothed, upper thigh -- a sensual reassurance -- as the inn keeper greeted the newcomer with no more annoyance than anyone else. “I can also assure you,” she smiled at Malleus warmly as she cuddled her back into Spade, nearly sitting in his lap, “this Spade you seek is a very grand kisser as well.”<br><br>“I’m Cleo, and if you know <em>what</em> I am, then you know bowing to me is unnecessary. But I do hope the mortals you have left behind aren’t in any grave danger.” Cleo continued to address Malleus with a smile and <em>genuine</em> interest, as her backside pressed against Spade, smaller body traipsed over his, heating the inn keeper to a rather cozy temperature. “I, shall we say, am many things to them too. Though, if you are as tired as you say, then perhaps it is best to discuss such things at a later time… Then again, I am quite curious to know the possible scents of your accommodations?” It was only then that the phoenix remembered to cross her bare, sun-kissed legs, though her cleavage was still prominent and semi-exposed for Malleus to see. “I have a feeling mine would be…" Cleo thought for a moment, marveling at the idea of magically, individually-scented rooms, "Chocolate and evergreen pine.” Another smile, caught between Spade and the newcomer.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-01-2021, 22:49:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5272643/600full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Róis Órfhlaith Coburn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15719709#msg15719709)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> stoking the bar <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (https://www.venus.com/viewproduct.aspx?BRANCH=7~72~&amp;ProductDisplayID=73275&amp;clr=WHMU)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><br><hr>Róis slipped out of one of the back rooms with a large box in her hands. Her arms barely fit around it, but she managed and moved rather carefully as she made her way to the bar. She had taken the time to find a few rare vintages that Spade and a few patrons had mention, and a few that just drew her eye. Each bottle was authenticated and rarer than most anyone could have managed to find. But for her all it took was asking the right people, and handing over the funds. Money was easy to come by for a fae, especially when you lived as long as most of them. <br><br>Setting the box carefully down Róis began to pull out each bottle and set it down on the bar gently. First a 1795 Bruerolle, the owner said it was the last remaining hand-blown jeroboam bottle in the world and believed to have travelled with the army of Napoleon Bonaparte as it waged war against Austria and the British. A fine bit of history to add to the fun of the find, next came 1938 Remy Martin Louis XIII. She had no idea how someone could blend 1,200 brandies to form a cognac. By they did and presented it during the royal banquet of Queen Elizabeth and King George VI. What followed were two bottles of wine and a brandy that was 203 years old. She was instructed that it should be sipped not simply drank, a small bit of information she would be sure to pass on. <br><br>Each bottle was given a small place of their own on the shelves behind the bar. A soft smile coming to her lips as folded down the box and slid it out of the way. Róis was eager to see what Spade thought, but stopped at the bar to set the box down. Slipping behind the bar she started to open the high end shelf case and place the bottles inside. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 02:39:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7a/ce/57/7ace57136b7302ab067cb695b98ef95d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akihiro Sato (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15695036#msg15695036)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Seductive predator on the prowl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Your dark fantasy</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/aa/bd/67/aabd67f610f9a167631fd436007b1319.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana (highlighted in <strong>blue</strong>)// <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Spade<br><br><hr><br><br><strong>"You're mistaken. I am just an angel, not a seraphim." <br></strong><br>Akihiro raised an finely groomed brow… did she not know that seraphim was the proper name for those of divine origins, angels specifically? Perhaps she’d been among mortals for too long, he chose not to correct her though, it wasn’t his aim to embarrass her, quite the opposite actually.<br><br><strong>"I was... simply uh, traveling and... exploring." <br></strong><br>“Seems to be something we all have in common here” Akihiro murmured with a soft smile.<br><br><strong>"I had no intention of freeloading so I picked up a position. There was already a wonderful baker and singing entertainment so... maid it was." <br></strong><br>The vampire nodded “I can respect that”<br><br><strong>"B-But thank you, you're quite... fetching yourself."<br></strong><br>That brought on a bit of roguish smirk into Akihiro’s smile… so the angel thought he was fetching, huh? Obviously, she was more open it seemed to walk on the dark side than the nephilim was...<br><br><strong>"What brings you here? The same, uh... looking for a little excitement?" <br></strong><br>“Eh… I had some bad run ins back in the mortal world… there are some hunters that uh… well, they really don’t like me… like, seriously really don’t like me… I got hurt pretty badly and I came to the one safe place I knew… Spade offered me refuge and in return, I offered my services keeping his female guests company” Akihiro explained “And just to clarify, that doesn’t include sex, that decision is strictly between myself and any interested parties… my job is primarily to provide pleasant company while they drink, dance and things like that… keep them happy and eager to come back… I am to enhance the experience…”<br><br>He leaned in a little closer to the angel, until his lips were hovering barely a centimeter from her own… his amber gold eyes still locked with her lovely gaze… his words coming out as a soft sensuously husky whisper “Pray tell, lovely creature… mayhaps there is a way I can enhance your own experience… would you be interested?”<br><br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The entertainment room<br><strong>Action:</strong> blushing and conversing with a guest.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon (highlighted in <strong>red</strong>//<strong> Mentioning:</strong> Spade <br><br><hr><br><br><strong>“Only giving credit where it is due, lovely miss. Your voice deserves the highest credit I can give. And with your permission, I would be honoured to record it for the ages.”<br></strong><br>Alucielle smiled bashfully and blushed, that was the sweetest and kindest praise she’d ever heard… at least, coming from someone that wasn’t trying to proposition her anyway. <br>Not that she worried about the charming wizard, Spade would have intervened already if Davon had dishonorable intentions. Her dear friend knew she was looking for love, not just a thrill for the night.<br><br>“I um… well, if you think my voice is that nice… I suppose I wouldn’t mind that…” She cursed herself for blushing like a fool… it was funny really, that no matter how often she was praised, it still felt as new as the very first time to her.<br><br><strong>“I’d love to be present, yes. Wouldn't miss it for the world. And if you need any help, feel free to request my assistance. It’d be my pleasure and honour.”<br></strong><br>“I just may take you up on that…” Alucielle replied with a kind smile, her gentle and sincere eyes locked with his own. What a lovely man.<br><br><strong>“I’m planning on staying here for a while,” Davon said in a chipper tone of voice, trying to get Alucielle to feel a bit more at ease. “Although I do have to admit, I have not visited my room yet.”<br></strong><br>“Just got here recently, huh?” Alucielle said “You’ll love it. The rooms are designed to sense your needs and produce them upon command”<br><br><strong>“Seeing as sir Spade is quite... busy, would you perhaps be able to show me to my room, miss?”<br></strong><br>A soft gentle laugh bubbled almost musically from Alucielle’s lips, her pale blue eyes sparkling with good natured amusement “Well, once assigned a room… the enchantment place upon the structure allows you to be able to sense your way to your designated suite… but given that this is your first time here and you’ve been so charming, I do not suppose it could hurt to show you the way, just this one time”<br><br>Being as innocent as the young nephilim was… and nervous, given her limited social interaction… she might have missed the fact the man was attempting to flirt with her.<br><br><strong>“If you don’t mind me asking, is there anything I can call you?” <br></strong><br>“Well, my name is Alucielle… that was the name my father wanted me to have… he felt it was my right to bear an angelic name…” She responded as she linked one of her arms through his to begin guiding him out of the entertainment space, she cleared her throat lightly to change the subject, she didn’t want to be throwing the word ‘nephilim’ around quite yet… not everyone was cool with angels and humans procreating, she preferred to feel Devon out first before she fully admitted it “However everyone around here calls me Lucy… you may do so as well, if you would prefer that... but um, if I may say... the music you conjured a moment ago... it really was lovely... it went beyond magic... you see music has a heart, a soul... it has a presence you can feel... it is why so many, human and supernatural alike are so moved by it... I could feel that in the music you created...”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 04:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: In her room, the downstairs<br><strong>Action</strong>: Enjoying the sights<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:(m):Akihiro, Luc, Rois; open<br><br>It was neither hunger nor the cooling of her bathwater that finally drove Jehanne from her tub, though both were in play. Rather, she was getting a bit of a crick in her lower back. Taller than average, with rather long legs, she was just a bit oversized for the vessel she was sitting in to be comfortable for long. Maybe she'd talk to Spade about it, some time, but as she was clean enough for company now, and was getting a bit peckish, it made as much sense to stand as sit. She rather pitied whoever the poor servant was who'd have to empty the rusty-tinged bathwater, though.<br><br>Before a brisk rub with a chamois, she inspected her wounds: still pink and a bit sore, but closed, as expected. Whatever force it was that returned her to life, to the Inn, time and time again, also did a fine job of physicking her, also. Ina&nbsp; while, she'd even forget the pain: the feeling of the hooks on the bandit boy's net clawing at her skin, his sister's arrow punching deep into her gut as she was snared.<br><br>Once dry enough to not make a mess, she wrapped herself in a new, clean linen breastband and donned the silk trousers and robe that were always kept in her room against her return. She really didn't feel like putting any sort of footwear on, but it would be rude to appear at table unshod, she she rousted out a pair of rope and wood sandals with worn leather soles and slipped them on.<br><br>Down she went, into the common room which was, if anything, even busier.&nbsp; Music still wafted in from the stage area, and a number of people were at or around the bar, including the pretty-boy who was supposedly a vampire, one of the maids (back-to, so Jeh' couldn't say if she knew the girl or not), and a spectacular redhead wearing a cloudlike white dress, whom the warrior <em>surely</em> would have remembered, had they met. Or maybe not. Part of the Gods' jest on her was seeing people in the Lion who greeted her like old friends- or lovers- of whom she had no recollection. The ginger was setting out wine bottles, presmably fresh-brought from the cellar, and Jeh' stopped to watch her from across the room for a moment.<br><br>Ah, but despite being a murderous bitch outside the walls, she <em>did</em> have some manners, and that was plain rude. So she picked her way to the bar. Spade was nowhere in sight, probably below in the cellars himself or across with his singer, so she just nodded at the others, and waited for the slender sommelier to finish her business.&nbsp; Truth, Jeh' wanted another drink. Mostly, though, she wanted a better look. The trouble was deciding where to rest her eyes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 21:15:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stage<br><strong>Action</strong>: Flirting, walking up stairs, asking Lucy for a date<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucy <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Never did Devon think that a smile and blush would blow him away just as much as Alucielle’s did right that moment. If he would be the more inappropriate sort, he would be tempted to hug and snuggle her right then and there. <br>Little did he know that the owner himself would’ve intervened if he would have been privy to such impulsive drives. <br><br>Nodding, he twirled his right hand, two fingers held up high while the soft sound of rustling paper could be heard. <br><strong>“There we go. I don’t think your voice is nice, miss. Your voice is nice. A real treasure.”</strong><br><br>Devon gulped when she replied with a kind and sincere glint in her eyes. This was borderline cheating… Alucielle was lovely, absolutely lovely. <br><strong>“Feel free to take me up on that offer whenever you’d like, miss.”</strong><br><br>The mage did chuckle when he noticed his flirting flew over her head. Damn, he really was a bit rusty where flirting and complimenting was concerned. He nodded as he listened to that enchanting voice, his eyes calmly appreciating the splendour of her form. <br><strong>“I indeed just arrived. About half an hour ago.”</strong> He said. <strong>“I am quite glad I was on time for your performance. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it for the world. And those rooms sound like heaven. Can’t wait to try out mine.”</strong><br>His eyes widened a bit when she said he should have been able to sense his way to his room. So that was that pulling he felt. Interesting… Extremely so. It was fortunate that he had ignored it and talked to Alucielle in place of following it. <br><strong>“That’s incredible. Not as incredible as both your voice and your beauty, but incredible nonetheless. I’d be delighted if you would show me. And thank you, you’re quite radiant yourself.”</strong><br>He gave Lucy a wink. If that didn’t register as a flirt, he really should change his approach. <br><br>Alucielle huh? Angelic in origin. That explained her latent energy. Probably a Nephilim of some variety. Which meant it wasn’t very nice to prod. <br><strong>“Alucielle is a lovely name. I think it suits you perfectly.”</strong> He commented, his expression one of warmth and kindness even as she mentioned her partly angelic nature. <br>The Nephilim linking her arm through his filled him with mirth, holding her arm to him tightly but not uncomfortably so. The warmth and softness of her body radiated through the touch, making him swoon a bit inside.&nbsp; <br>Her laughs and voice here like music themselves, echoing in his mind in the most lovely of ways. As she talked about his magic, he laughed happily. <br><strong>“Glad you like it, Lucy. Feel free to just call me Devon, by the way. Music that was played with once’s soul within it… even when recorded for the ages, you hear their passion ringing through it. My music was one such piece.”</strong> <br>He explained while they walked, Devon happy to explain it to the wonderful woman on his arm. <br><strong>“The Library can record not only sound but also feelings and passions. Emotions that can be drawn out while listening to their music. Completing it and transferring that passion to those that listen to it. The way it’s meant to be heard. Like you pour your heart and soul into your songs as well, Lucy. It’s… blissful to listen to.”</strong><br><br>The two of them went up the stairs and down the fancy corridors while they talked, finding themselves in front of Devon’s door. Glancing towards her, Devon decided he would be a little cheeky. She was lovely and kind, and even if nothing sensual would come of it, listening to music and talking with her for the night was an alluring prospect of its own.<br>He cleared his throat, speaking up as his cheeks flushed red a tad. <br><strong>“Thank you for accompanying me, Lucy. I have to ask though… I find myself enjoying your company immensely. Would I be able to convince you to join me in my room for a drink, talks and music? As well as anything else we might feel like doing.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 21:51:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/8a/0e/428a0ecdfa8ae1593d606fdd5e88fb77.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Malleus Draconia<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge/Bar<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Interested in all the different unique energies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mystery of the Dark Fey</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4a/77/b4/4a77b4d1c08c3794b017791dc07519b0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Róis, open | <strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Spade and Cleo<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Malleus promptly left the amorous pair after thanking them for the helpful information… one might observe that the Unseel Fey looked… lost, drifting, confused… the air around the eerily beautiful fey was filled with a melancholy and yearning for answers…<br><br>His luminous green gaze turned however before reaching the doors… there was a woman behind the bar… she was of fey origins, he could feel it… perhaps, just maybe… she might recognize him? Maybe she could tell him who he really was or perhaps even just a lead to go on…<br><br>Part of him wanted to let go of this tireless search and just make a new existence, be happy with that… but the other part of him had some many questions that burned to be answered…<br><br>Who was he? What happened to him? Why did he have no memories of his past?<br><br>He debated this for a good moment or two… until he ultimately decided that just asking couldn’t harm anything and if not, well… that perhaps he could at least make a new friend of fey background to help him navigate his way in this new setting. Plus, from what he could see at this distance, she was quite lovely… nothing to be lost from spending a few moments in the company of a lovely female, after all.<br><br>Taking long graceful strides towards the bar, the unseelie fey gripped the edges of the bar delicately as he drank her in at this much closer proximity… a brownie… regarded as a lower class fey… very helpful, liked to be of use, very obedient… had a potential to become very dangerous…<br><br>How very intriguing to see one here, tending the bar.<br><br>Malleus lightly cleared his throat and greeted her with a gentlemanly smile “Pardon me, miss… I was wondering… do you perhaps recognize me? I know that sounds strange, but you see, I have no memory of my origins… and well, I noticed you were of fey nature and thus… well, I dared to hope that maybe you might know who I am…”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 00:16:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5272643/600full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Róis Órfhlaith Coburn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15719709#msg15719709)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> stocking the bar <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (https://www.venus.com/viewproduct.aspx?BRANCH=7~72~&amp;ProductDisplayID=73275&amp;clr=WHMU)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Malleus, open<br><br><hr>Róis gentle placed the very rare bottles up in the lockable cabinet with care. Each bottle had been polished to refine its look to those that might be interested. Sure most people wouldn’t have such expensive tastes. But that didn’t mean that Róis couldn’t find enjoyment in acquiring the goods. The art of the deal, it was something the entertained Róis to no end. But being a brownie that wasn’t a surprise. <br><br>Humming lightly Róis was surprised to be approached, though if she’d been thinking it wouldn’t really be so surprising. She was after all working behind the bar of a pub. “Hello,” Turning quickly Róis smiled at Malleus, her head tilting as he began to ask if she knew him. <br><br>It was a interesting question, even more interesting was the reason why he was asking. “No memory...really?” Róis asked though did not expect an answer. Poor dear, she thought to herself. Though it was not unheard of in the fae world. Nibbling her lower lip Róis took a good look at Malleus. “I’m sorry to say that I do not know you sir. I’m so sorry,” she spoke honestly a small bit of quilt came over not being able to help the man. “Here sit, I may not be able to help with the memory but I can soothe the soul a bit with a good drink.” she offered with a welcoming smile. She might not be the best bartender, but she did have a knack of figuring out what someone might enjoy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 09:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7a/ce/57/7ace57136b7302ab067cb695b98ef95d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akihiro Sato (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15695036#msg15695036)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Seductive predator on the prowl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Your dark fantasy</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/aa/bd/67/aabd67f610f9a167631fd436007b1319.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana (highlighted in <strong>blue</strong>), open// <strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br><br><strong>"And, without sex, that is why you choose to only keep the women company, hm?" <br></strong><br>Akihiro’s mouth lifted in one corner in what could only be labeled as a rakish grin… he didn’t say that he NEVER bedded any of the customers that came through here… he just simply wasn’t making this his goal whenever he sought to provide an evenings company. <br><br><strong>"And by-by that you mean...?" <br></strong><br>He thought about answering, but honestly… watching the cute angel stumble over herself in her bashfulness was far more entertaining… he’d let it go on just a bit longer… and perhaps by tonight… he might find out what it was like to caress his hands over the naked flesh of an angel…<br><br><strong>"You! You said you were injured? I... can help with that...!" <br></strong><br>He was taken aback by that… he was injured when he first arrived here, sure… but he was perfectly healed up by now… he blinked at her a little bit in confusion before his amused grin returned. How cute could one individual be, honestly.<br><br><strong>"With healing!" <br></strong><br>Oh dear… the poor little flustered thing… he couldn’t wait to see how she’d fall apart in his hands as their bared bodies were tangled in silk sheets…<br><br><strong>"With... with my hands!"<br></strong><br>“Your hands you say… I’m quite interested in your hands, to be certain…” Akihiro remarked, his grin taking on a sensuously predatory quality “I bet your hands are capable of… divine… things…”<br><br><strong>"I mean! Fuck! No! Angel healing!" <br></strong><br>“Oh sweetness…” Akihiro murmured, his amusement glittering in his eyes “My injuries healed up days ago… and besides, your healing abilities wouldn’t work on the undead… to heal, I must feed… but that’s nothing you need to concern your pretty head over…”<br><br>The darkly sensual vampire brought up a hand to curve his pointer finger under her chin and draw her face in close to his once more, his voice was low and his intent to seduce was not the slightest bit veiled “You said you sought adventure… experiences… I can help you with that… come now, precious… heaven’s eyes are not watching here… you can let go… be shall we say, a bit… naughty…”<br><br>Gently, slowly… his amber gold eyes locked with her beautiful orbs… Akihiro drew her face into his, his lips caressing with the barest feather light touch across hers “All you have to do is say yes…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 06:12:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> A little bit of magic, working towards a whole lot more ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest</del> &amp; slacks, <del>a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (m) Malleus, Cleo<br><hr>Spade could feel how Cleo maintained her precision over the candles many flames because she was scared that she could set the Inn on fire.&nbsp; But that changed when he took her face into his hand and they kissed, feeling how the heat that radiated from them grew more intense. But his presence seemed to loom over the flames and tamed them on their own, not to mention the quiet and subtle breeze that hovered throughout the tavern leveling the temperature. He would have taken the time to inspect the multicolored fire if he were not so heavily focused on the lovely phoenix and the way she snuggled herself into him while their lips remained occupied discovering new and pleasant tastes. Then, their short interruption and she was praising his kissing skills, bringing another handsome grin to his chiseled facial features and a bright glint to his verdant hues. <br><br>When Cleo talked about what her preferred scents would be and pressed herself against him, one strong arm cradled her by the waist and encouraged her little movements. It took little effort for his manhood to grow hard underneath of her and against the thin fabric of his dark slacks. The outline was thick and prominent under Cleo’s smooth thighs and he aligned himself, so she felt his length pressed against her naked body underneath her fancy borrowed jacket. He thought that he would have had to answer another question or two to the wandering Fey but he did not address him further. He appeared lost in a daze and upon closer inspection of his aura, Spade sensed something more beyond what Malleus gave off. But that was neither here nor there: now Cleo had all his attention again and he smiled widely while peppering kisses along the smoothness of her exposed neck. <br><br>“Chocolate and evergreen pine, hm?” the older gentleman repeated with interest and an arched brow while one hand reached up, fingers extended towards the tall curtains surrounding the booth. He closed them with an elegant wave and a refreshing darkness came over them that lasted only seconds. The inside of the curtains was dark blue but began to change. Deep shadows formed from the bottom and curled their way to the top. They were rough shapes at first but then when they settled, it was clear to see that they were evergreen pine trees pointed towards a cloudless and perfect night sky. Stars twinkled magnificently from the top of the curtains and above them and the flame-lit lantern that provided the booth with lighting was transformed into the visage of a ghostly pale full moon. Another wave of his fingers and a plate of various rich chocolates in all shapes and sizes appeared on a golden platter at the table in front of them. The space from the seating to the table seemed to grow a little, just enough to create a comfortable gap and the chairs themselves stretched and arched to give them more room to explore each other. <br><br>“Does this work for you, sweetheart? A bit more privacy, though I sense you are quite the bold and shameless little bird,” he purred in his enchanting voice laced with arousal and desire. He pulled his shirt off and it spilled off his broad shoulders like silk and to the side. His body was almost as white as marble and chiseled just as hard, muscles firmly defined as if he had been carved out of a pillar of stone. He was left in only his pants and he took care in tugging on the elaborate coat that she had acquired from his dragon guest. “Let’s get this off of you so you come and climb on top of me again, Cleo. I want kisses and maybe a little more?” he muttered with a devilish grin, still grinding her carelessly in his lap, working his hard erection against her bare core rather uncaring if she made a mess on his nice pants along the way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 08:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/ac/2b/9cac2bcca72b6332327f2540d599ecfa.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured, plus old backpack and walking staff<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere else, middle of nowhere, bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Rois red / mentioning punchylady, pretty..boy? Goldilocks, horny Keanu Reeves, OPEN<br></em><hr><br>Far, far off in the distance, there was a flash of light, the roiling hellfire of thermonuclear fusion as the boundaries between the worlds was split, torn, rended and twisted. Fortunately for all, the almost indescribably hot plasma snapped itself out of existence in about a picosecond, before it could light the atmosphere on fire, or melt the continental crust, or do more than irradiated a handful of trees nearby... Those that survived would have odd offspring, glowing in the dark and slowly evolving into something else entirely. But that was the fate of all things, death or change into something unrecognizable. Or at least, the fate of the vast majority of beings, sentient and non. One of the exceptions, the loopholes and cracks in the system stood up, brushing herself off. Those with exceptionally good hearing, or wards, might have caught the muttered word, filled with a unhappy mix of frustration, miniscule hope dying horribly, and a universe worth of terribly resigned despair. "Fuck...."<br><br>There was a brief moment of frantic search before a battered, dirt colored backpack of indeterminate age was pulled out from under a pile of recently deceased leaves. The woman didn't quite hug the much put upon sack, but there was a bit of the emotional connotations in the way she swung it familiarly over her shoulders. The silvery walking stick, perfectly smooth, completed the outfit, and it was time to walk, to figure out where.... What... She was at. The destination seemed annoyingly far, but if there was one thing Cassandra was good at, it was shutting her brain off and putting one foot in front of the other..... Over and over and over and over and over. <br><br>Finally, at the appointed time, she arrived at the inn, yawning and stretching as she shook herself out of the self imposed trance. Seemed like a good enough place, sturdy, out in the middle of nowhere... Not... Really a road leading up to it, far as she could tell, so not on a trade route or pilgrimage. It would do. She'd lived in way, way worse. And living situations never seemed to last, anyway.<br><br>&nbsp;Onward, just in time to hear... <em> With her hands!!</em> Ah. It was going to be one of those kinds of places. Right. Let's see.... Blushing Goldilocks, the shy one of the three bears, or beds, or porridges. Something. Judging by the look on her face, the conversation with.... The..... Boy? Maybe? Trigender? Lipstick face in the gothemo jacket was either going really really well, or might need some intervention before someone got hurt, or the woman fainted from blood pressure issues. Angel, though? They could usually handle themselves, no pun intended.<br><br>Next up, someone who's every line and motion screamed 'warrior princess badass!!' was lazily propping up one end of the bar, apparently watching sad but horny Keanu Reeves emote at the lovely bartender. Cassandra slipped into a barstool two chairs down from the warrior woman, trying to think of whom she looked like. That Pankration star, but from what century? Television, the Coliseum, or the sands of some ancient village fighting pit? Oh well, didn't matter.<br><br>Cassandra nodded at the bartender woman, greetings and acknowledging both her presence, and that she had a request, whenever the lovely redhead had time.. Putting her backpack on her knees, looping the strap over a knee, the blonde casually rolled her staff between her hands, just killing time until it was her turn to be waited on. Until then, it was drifting thoughts and casual appreciation of the decor, and the lovely ladies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 21:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Enjoying Spade's Company ~ Oh my!<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade (Mentioning Malleus, Araxis) | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo blinked several times as Malleus, having received the answer he needed, abruptly <em>left</em>. “Oh dear,” she sighed, tilting her head as she watched the Fey wander, quite literally, out of the inn’s entertainment lounge. “I believe I may have asked him far too many questions… He didn’t even bother to introduce himself. Isn’t that simply strange, mm, <em>ooo</em> ~” The phoenix suddenly cooed, and relaxed into Spade, smiling as the inn keeper kissed her neck and held her close to him. Even in this position, half in his lap, half in her chair, she could feel his erection, <em>hungry</em> with lust, prodding against her naked, inner thighs. The corner of Araxis’ ornate jacket rolled over her smooth, warm hip, almost revealing her excited pussy as she arched her neck into Spade’s divine mouth.<br><br>“Spade.” The phoenix panted in both worry <em>and</em> want, as the inn keeper magically moved the booth’s curtains closed, and her flames burned brighter on each floating candle. The hotter Cleo became, the more the flames grew, dancing widly in orange and red. “Oh Spade.” She repeated as the inside of the curtains revealed a beloved, starry pine tree forest, and the light above them became a misty, romantic moon. There were even <em>chocolates</em>. Her candle flames fell to a soft, <em>appreciative</em> simmer. “I <em>knew</em> you were a man of the moon. The Sun is quite powerful but the <em>Moon</em>… it is transformative, shifting, mystical… Though, most times it appears, I am asleep for the Sun rises so early.” As the booth they were in changed even more, Spade removed the top bits of his clothing. The phoenix couldn’t help but smile at his muscular, dashing form and his – admittedly – naughty, but <em>true</em>, assumptions.<br><br>“This beautiful form was a gift from the Sun.” Her delicate hands un-did the ivory bone buttons of Araxis’ suit jacket, then folded it neatly and placed it with much care on the opposite side of the table in front of her. “There is no shame in it,” the newly naked phoenix continued as she nestled herself into Spade’s lap, her smooth, bare back against his cool, stately chest. She quite liked it when lovers took her from behind. Cleo widened her thighs so that his cock, still cloaked in his pants, rubbed along her bare, steaming slit. “Or its pleasures…” she swallowed a throaty <em>groan</em> as she began to rock her hips and bottom, her heated flesh against his pants and his erection, unable to stop what the inn keeper had started. “Oh my!” The phoenix shrieked happily at the sensation of his hard length against her swollen entrance, so eager to be touched. But even <em>clothed</em> his size was marvelous. “Oh my, oh my, oh my!” Cleo chanted loudly, now humping him freely, her sweet voice strained with pleasure. “Oh my, <em>ooo</em> ~ Oh.. <em>O</em>…” the phoenix gasped in bliss but managed to <em>slow</em> her needy thrusts on his – now – incredibly <em>damp</em> lap. Cleo was <em>so</em> close to a blazing orgasm, but still very mindful of what her lover desired. <br><br>“Others should hear how good you make me feel, Spade.” She murmured as she shifted again, this time to <em>face</em> him, well aware of the loud, horny noises she was making within their curtained booth. Cleo kissed his lips, sucking <em>hard</em>, making his mouth nearly as wet as her crotch. Her toned legs folded on either sides of his, perched in his lap and waiting to see if this position was more desirable. He could see every inch of her, from her sensitive nipples, down to her dripping pussy. This close, her immortal flame enveloped him in passionate heat, and it was only by sheer will power that Cleo refrained from humping Spade mercilessly again. She opened her hazel eyes and peered dreamily into his green ones. “But if you become too hot, you will tell me. There is no shame in that, either.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>himawari</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 16:06:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.hdqwalls.com/download/anime-girl-by-wlop-kd-1080x2160.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Caoimhe Ó Ceanndubháin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15736486#msg15736486)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Roaming around the tavern<br><strong>Action</strong>: Doing her job<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Barmaid uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8c/a0/bd/8ca0bd392fad81649d2efe2871f6f503.png) and her magic inhibiting bracelet (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0223/9193/products/IMG_2449_153a47fd-85be-49ed-903b-a78e1a1ada4a.jpg?v=1540321632)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Spade<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br><hr><br>Shuffling around, Caoimhe was quietly serving the customers and guests who have arrived in the inn. She walked with light yet quick steps as she moved between tables, to and fro from the bar to the customers with their drink orders. She tries her best to remain as inconspicuous as possible not to get any unwanted attention from any one.&nbsp; Once everyone had their drinks, she went to the back of house and grabbed a broom. She kept herself busy as she started sweeping the floor. It was almost like a waltz of sorts as she moved across the tavern.<br><br>Her lithe body made it easy for her to maneuver over drunk guests, stumbling around as well as people coming in and out of the ever so popular Green Lion Inn. When she first worked here, anyone that came in would startle her so much so she would break a glass or two but now she was a pure natural. Not even if someone with two heads walked in would make her flinch. Her focus was entirely keeping guests and customers happy as well as the place spick and span.<br><br>Caoimhe was really thankful for Spade for taking her in and allowing her to stay and work. If not for him, she probably would have lost herself to her own powers that she had. With the bracelet around her wrists, it would prevent her from destroying the inn itself and its inhabitants. It was not like she could not control her powers, she could but it was an extra safety measure. She did not stop moving until every single speck of cosmic dust was out of the tavern itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 17:03:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/ac/2b/9cac2bcca72b6332327f2540d599ecfa.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured, plus old backpack and walking staff<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Caoimhe, OPEN<br></em><hr><br>Seemed like the&nbsp; bar was a busy place.. all sorts of people, and things who might or might not consider themselves people.&nbsp; The first bartendress seemed a little bit busy, but another one appeared, all graceful as she danced around, helping people. She had lovely dark hair, and gorgeous green eyes, more than enough to catch Cassandra's attention. And that outfit was adorable. <br><br>Waving at the serving girl, Cassandra smiled, warm and friendly, keeping most of the attraction out of her voice, for now. Wouldn't do to startled the poor girl just yet. "Hi there! I'm new here. What's good to drink? And, do yall use money here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 18:32:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the bar<br><strong>Action</strong>: Enjoying the sights<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: connecting?<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:(m):Cassandra, Akihiro; (t)Malleus, Rois<br><br>The crowd seemed to keep growing, now with the addition of a pretty young blonde bit who looked a bit like a tinker's girl, with her pack and all, though her clothes were a lot less jubilant than that lot usually went in for. And there was the lad with the horns, asking the gorgeous ginger if she...remembered him? Well, that sounded a bit familiar. She cocked an ear in that direction to hear a story not so unlike her own.<br><br>But then there was the fae business. Not that Jeh' had had any trouble with their sort- none that came to mind, at least- but there was a hint of superstition lurking in the back of her mind about them being untrustworthy. Even if they were lovely enough to break your heart, like the girl behind the bar. Maybe especially if that were so.<br><br>The thought made her laugh aloud- hadn't she been mooning a bit over the damned <em>vampire</em> not so long ago? As if they were paragons of civility?&nbsp; Grinning at the horned boy, she said, loudly enough to carry, "Memory's funny like that.&nbsp; Some time 'tis better to forget." It came out louder than she'd meant it to, so to cover, she tapped on the bar and asked the redhead for another ale. "An' one for the corn-haired lovely down yonder. Aw, hells."&nbsp; Opening her purse, she scattered coinage across the bar. "Set up a full round. Next time I come t'rough, my purse might be light. May as well build up some good will, ey?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 20:57:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> Naked Teasing &amp; Foreplay<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (m) Malleus, Cleo<br><hr>Spade smiled in amusement when he and Cleo watched the misguided Fey wander off somewhere else in the lively Inn. He couldn’t help but laugh when she suggested that he had asked her too many questions. It seemed that Malleus could not handle that amount of inquiry just yet and judging from what he observed, Spade could tell why that was the case. But then he was distracted by the pleasant sounds that she made for him again when he kissed along her soft neck, savoring how easily she melted in his firm grasp and keeping her pressed against his muscular frame. She had managed to get him rock-hard in a matter of seconds and he was eager to return the favor now that they were both growing more comfortable with each other. <br><br>The innkeeper beamed when she reacted to the change of scenery, unsure of how the fiery bird would react to his magical enchantments. He could sense the heat from her body getting more intense and vibrant, accompanying the candles that he had summoned earlier. There was something alluring in the way the petite woman said his name, her hazel eyes mystified under the light of the glowing moon. It was in his nature to be this way: carefully attuned to his lover’s needs, eager for approval, romantic even when he had no reason to be. Cleo suspected that she had been a man of the moon and she was correct. Though he was indeed guided and fueled by the warmth and light of the Sun, he was also the Moon’s faithful worshiper, as it was mystical and intriguing just like him. “Well, I am happy to give you a rare view of the moon, beautiful. You are right, I share an affinity with it, and you look incredible bathed in its shimmering light,” he complimented as golden-green eyes danced along her body when she decided to undo the buttons of Araxis’ jacket so she could take it off, baring her tanned naked body to him fully.<br>&nbsp;<br>She settled into his lap again and he was throbbing underneath of her, marbled hands reaching so he could trace his fingers along her sides in appreciation. Lips returned to her neck again and peppered some more kisses to her there, even extending across her shoulders and along her warm back. It was obvious that he enjoyed taking his lovers in this position too, especially someone as small and precious as Cleo who made him feel like a giant. She groaned when she started to rub herself along his clothed erection, and the sound was music to Spade’s ears, working his hips in turn so she could feel how he swelled and pulsed with every soft and intimate stroke. She was working herself up even with the barrier of his slacks in the way, and the phoenix’s enthusiasm and shamelessness only propelled her new lover to act again so she could keep singing him those delicious praises. The prospect of making Cleo cum just by having her grind on his hard clothed cock was enticing, but the strain was beginning to get uncomfortable. So, with another delicate wave of his hand, his belt unbuckled, and his slacks melted into a puddle at his feet, leaving him completely naked for her to admire.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Of course, Cleo. I’m quite shameless too, I don’t mind if everyone knows how much ecstasy I’m bringing you.” He was half-expecting Cleo to stay in his lap with her back pressed to him, but she was changing it up again, reminding him how unpredictable she could be. But he liked that about her, liked that she was spontaneous. Spade’s long and thick uncut cock sprung between his toned thighs, veins prominent along his shaft and neatly trimmed so she could see everything prominently. He returned her hungry kiss and savored the feel of their lips locked, hands still caressing her form. One of them traveled up to her perky breasts and he cradled them in his large palm, moving from one to the other as skilled digits curled around her hardening nipples. The thick head of his cock angled itself between her thighs now and he started to rub against her heated slick slit again, threatening to part open her delicate folds. All it would take was a single thrust, but he did not indulge just yet – he wanted to tease her some more, see if he could make her cum before he buried himself deep inside of her. Spade was clearly a wicked tease and appreciated foreplay more than the average… man? He pressed his heavy cock against her clit and worked his naked body along hers and the smile he gave her when she told him to warn her if she got too hot certainly highlighted his supernatural nature. “I’ve bathed in the oceans of wild and unruly Suns; I promise I can handle the heat, sweetheart.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>himawari</strong> on <strong>03-02-2021, 00:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.hdqwalls.com/download/anime-girl-by-wlop-kd-1080x2160.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Caoimhe Ó Ceanndubháin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15736486#msg15736486)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Roaming around the tavern<br><strong>Action</strong>: Doing her job<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Barmaid uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8c/a0/bd/8ca0bd392fad81649d2efe2871f6f503.png) and her magic inhibiting bracelet (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0223/9193/products/IMG_2449_153a47fd-85be-49ed-903b-a78e1a1ada4a.jpg?v=1540321632)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Cassandra | OPEN<br><hr><br>A new guest entered waving at her. Blonde, with a backpack over her shoulders and a stick of sorts. She rushed to place her broom down and to attend to the guest. Caoimhe gave a soft smile as she welcomed the new guest.<br><br>“Welcome to The Green Lion Inn.” She greeted. “We have many drinks that will suit your tastes. Our current drink of the day is the Dirty Nebula. It tastes like you have the galaxy between your lips.” She paused and nodded her head. “Yes, yes. We do accept all forms of currency. From gold doubloons to those paper cash.”<br><br>The young fae escorted the lady to an empty spot where she could it. “Do let me know the drink or food you want. We have a lot to offer. You name it, we probably have it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>04-02-2021, 04:14:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Alucielle 'Lucy' Alwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694706#msg15694706)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The entertainment room<em><strong>&gt;&gt;</strong></em> heading to Devon's suite<br><strong>Action:</strong> blushing and conversing with a guest.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">a divine vision in denim blue</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/66/3a/e4/663ae4f8de11f427362e5f27a760126c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/a6/fe/b2a6fe46195f20f329467f60c4ebf5da.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon (highlighted in <strong>red</strong>, closed //<strong> Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br><br><strong>“That’s incredible. Not as incredible as both your voice and your beauty, but incredible nonetheless. I’d be delighted if you would show me. And thank you, you’re quite radiant yourself.”<br></strong><br>Alucielle found herself quite unprepared for such a compliment, she merely smiled as she averted her gaze down slightly in a clearly bashful manner.<br><br><strong>“Alucielle is a lovely name. I think it suits you perfectly.” He commented, his expression one of warmth and kindness even as she mentioned her partly angelic nature.<br></strong><br>“Thank you” She murmured, gesturing for them to turn a corner as they walked, towards one of the many magical elevators. He commented on her enjoyment of his magic as the elevator sensed their desired destination and the doors slid open.<br><br><strong>“Glad you like it, Lucy. Feel free to just call me Devon, by the way. Music that was played with once’s soul within it… even when recorded for the ages, you hear their passion ringing through it. My music was one such piece.”<br></strong><br>“I understand” Alucielle replied with deep sincerity, the pair stepping forward into the elevator, the doors sliding closed behind them.<br><br><strong>“The Library can record not only sound but also feelings and passions. Emotions that can be drawn out while listening to their music. Completing it and transferring that passion to those that listen to it. The way it’s meant to be heard. Like you pour your heart and soul into your songs as well, Lucy. It’s… blissful to listen to.”<br></strong><br>The soft blush adorning the nephilim’s face darkened a shade, she was still getting accustomed to genuine compliments, flattery and positive vibes being sent her way… she had a feeling it would have a quality of newness to it for awhile yet, after being so isolated and alone, knowing what she was was frowned upon by humans and many others, for so long of her young life.<br><br><strong>“Thank you for accompanying me, Lucy. I have to ask though… I find myself enjoying your company immensely. Would I be able to convince you to join me in my room for a drink, talks and music? As well as anything else we might feel like doing.”<br></strong><br>As the elevator doors opened and revealed the desired corridor where Devon’s suite could be found... Lucy nibbled lightly on her bottom lip in deep thought… she’d never been alone with a male before… but… Devon seemed a very nice man and it was just a drink and talking, right? She was sure he’d do nothing she asked him not to and besides… in the event she ever needed to protect herself, any assailant would quickly find out that Alucielle was much more than the sweet and gentle looking young woman she appeared to be…<br>Nephilim… tend to be quite powerful, if not a bit unstable due to the complexity of mortal emotions and how that rarely tended to be a good mix with divine power… a Nephilim gone bad, could definitely be next to unstoppable… at least until enough angelic inference intervened to stop the rampage.<br><br>Alucielle always had to fight off a shudder whenever she thought about the possibility of such a fate ever befalling herself… she never wanted to become such an angry destructive force…<br><br>Realizing her mind had taken her down a long winding road, Alucielle shook it off and gave Devon a soft smile “Sorry about that, my mind got lost. But… sure, I think it would be alright to come inside for a short time for some conversation, but just one drink… I’m not much of an alcohol consumer. Just small amounts and mostly yummy fruity things, or white wine on special occasions”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>04-02-2021, 05:21:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/ac/2b/9cac2bcca72b6332327f2540d599ecfa.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured, plus old backpack and walking staff<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Caoimhe,&nbsp; Jeh OPEN<br></em><hr><br>The relatively ancient Greek, if such a concept applied here, wherever it was, had to smile at the lady waiting on her. Something about her seemed young and eager, perhaps in the way she moved. "Green Lion Inn, huh? Do you happen to know why it's called that? Seems a bit unusual, though perhaps it's just because lions are not green where I come from. " <br><br>The drink caused a slight pause, lips tightening slightly as she lifted her eyes to the heavens. "Galaxy? Like.... Space, stars?" Cassandra shook her head slightly, eyes going a bit distant. "Cold, surprisingly empty, and brutally murderously uncaring to human life? Uh, I'll pass." Not to mention that her husband was a sun, and drinking something that tasted like his siblings mixed with dirt..... No. No way. <br><br>The drink brought in her name.... Or at least the color of her hair... Brought out another soft chuckle. Lovely she had been called many a time, by all sorts, over many centuries. Corn haired was.... Much less common, by a huge margin. "Well, sounds like that might take care of any currency conversion... If you have anything labeled ambrosia, I'll try it please. Thank you.<br><br>When the beverage arrived, Cassandra lifted it towards the dark haired, darker clad, and darkest sword carrying woman. "Yamas, Sláinte, , and За твоё здоровье! Thank you, it's very kind of you." Eyeing the empty chair across from her, the... Corn haired one shrugged ever so slightly, not a blatant invitation exactly, but open enough. The drink, and especially the compliments definitely let the other woman approach, if she was so inclined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>04-02-2021, 23:50:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Devon's Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Being nice, bit of flirting, inviting a lovely Nephilim for a cosy drink<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucy (Closed)<br><hr><br>As they walked to his room, Aluciele’s blush when he complimented her made his smile go warmer, Devon thoroughly charmed by the Nephilims demeanour and appearance. Her voice, looks and personality were all something to be complimented as far as he was concerned and he wasn’t planning to hide any of his admiration for her. <br><br>Devon noticed that his question made her doubt and be a bit nervous somehow, the lovely woman nibbling her lip in thought. The Librarian’s eyes looked a bit worried when he patiently waited, wondering if he had made her uncomfortable with his request. <br>Regardless, Aluciele wouldn’t have to fear anything. Sure, he might try to flirt a bit, but Devon was a gentleman at heart. Forcing his own desires on somebody else through force or magic wasn’t a part of his personality at all. <br><br>When Aluciele smiled at him and accepted his proposal, she could see his smile brighten happily, the man thrilled that she had said yes. Laughing softly and pleasantly, he held the door open for her. <br>“No problem at all, Lucy. It’s a rather unusual request, I am aware. I am glad you’re giving me this honour though! One drink of fruity yummy things it is!”<br><br>As the door opened, Devon could see the room had already adjusted to his needs. Cosy and stylish, the room looked like a small intimate reading room of sorts, soft luxury seats and a nice table standing next to a lovely sturdy oaken bed topped with soft intricately embroidered sheets. Upon the table stood a couple of bottles of different fruity beverages, amongst which cider and sweet white wine. <br><br>He couldn’t help but whistle a soft impressed whistle. “My, that IS impressive. After you, lovely Aluciele.” With a smile, he made a courteous yet fun bow as he motioned for her to go inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 20:45:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> Enjoying Spade's Company ~ Oh my!<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Spade made the phoenix feel pretty. His magic entertained her, as hers continued to surround them both, welcoming the inn keeper into her fiery aura as he suckled her neck. His hands traveled across her smooth, heated skin to her breasts as they humped one another, making her giggle softly with glee as he fondled them. She arched her sun kissed back, pushing her hard, <em>sensitive</em> nipples into his firm fingers, begging for more of his attention. Cleo adored touch. It was a closeness that was so rare for her, a closeness she so often watched but did not experience. The more Spade felt her, with his hands and with his mouth, the more her flames shifted, and the more her wet pussy throbbed with anticipation. The flames on the floating candles dimmed as he pushed her nearer to the edge, then removed his remaining garments in mere, impressive seconds. “Spade.” She breathed his name as the naked head of his cock pressed against her excited pussy. She was certain he was going to take her right then, and claim her phoenix flame as his. <br><br>“Oh?” Cleo cooed in surprise as his length only teased her aching slit. “Oh.” She repeated with Spade’s second stroke, daring to finally gaze down between her legs. She intended to look at his face, study his features, watch <em>him</em> edge closer to his own climax. But her bright, hazel eyes were mesmerized by the sight of his thick cock flexing against her entrance. She could see every vein, every ridge and every inch move before feeling it all grind against her. Cleo had <em>never</em> experienced anything as powerful from any of her other lovers. The newness startled her, but her surprise disappeared quickly as his thrusts began to arouse her. “O-h-h!” The phoenix bit her bottom lip, unable to hide her smile. The inn keeper promised her that she could not burn him, and now, with his heavy, teasing girth pulsing between her legs, stimulating her hungry pussy, the phoenix finally understood why. “I have never met someone with <em>such</em> control,” Cleo breathed as he continued to thrust along her slit, coating himself in her steam and pre-cum. Each push he was so <em>close</em> to claiming her, so <em>close</em> to enveloping his lusty cock within her warm walls, but he held back. Spade was a terrible tease, but a generous lover. If he truly wanted her orgasm first, then the phoenix was more than happy to oblige. Since he had such control, she could embrace him and his sensual touches without worry. <br><br>Cleo’s touches began <em>slow</em>. First with her soft lips, on <em>his</em> lips again, but then on his chin, and his collarbone as she rode his thrusts. Her hands reached for his broad, defined shoulders, gliding up his blessed form to his neck, and then his silvered hair. She clung to him, holding his head to her neck, his hands to her taut breasts, as she began to buck her hips again. “Oh my, I am very close – <em>Ooo</em> ~ almost!” As Spade humped her pussy meticulously, deeply with his hard cock,&nbsp; she gave short, horny thrusts in return. Each one was like a pulse of <em>fire</em>, hot and desperate to cum for him. “Almost,” she cooed in his ear, “almost, almost, oh <em>my</em> Spade,” against his cock he could feel her pussy tighten and tingle. Sometimes, over many centuries, the Sun let her human form experience pleasure. Right then, it was if she had turned human for Spade himself. It was clear that she adored him, and was, already, bonded to him. His sweetheart. “Spade…” The bird cooed as her toes curled inward, her thighs clamped to the sides of his muscular legs, and then spasmed. “You make me feel so marvelous,” the phoenix murmured in a single, heated <em>ache</em> as she finally orgasmed, cumming straight on his impressive cock. “OoooOoo,” her cum was hot and silky, and it coated every inch of his hefty manhood. <br><br>It <em>was</em> difficult to make a phoenix so hot that they blushed, but Cleo’s cheeks were flushed for him. Her human body continued to quake on top of Spade for several minutes, still humping his hard cock until what remained between them was a hot, <em>slippery</em> mess. Slowly, the phoenix released him, letting her delicate hands fall to his chiseled sides. “Goodness me…” Cleo breathed, panting on his neck as she rested, then rolled her hips backward, exposing her sticky, hot pussy between her thighs. “Spade.” Her fingers ran up, through her long and sweaty brunette hair as she peered up into his charming, mischievous eyes once more. "Please, I would very much delight it if you filled me.” She was ready for him now, in any which way the inn keeper desired.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>10-02-2021, 09:07:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/8a/0e/428a0ecdfa8ae1593d606fdd5e88fb77.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Malleus Draconia<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge/Bar<br><strong>ACTION:</strong> chatting with a charming brownie<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mystery of the Dark Fey</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4a/77/b4/4a77b4d1c08c3794b017791dc07519b0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Róis</strong>, open | <strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><strong>“No memory...really?”<br></strong><br>Malleus shook his head lightly, angling his head just slightly to the right as he took her in with those ever curious neon green eyes “No, nothing. Nothing beyond the last few thousand years… but beyond that, my origins… it’s all blank”<br><br>The brownie was actually quite lovely, the way she nibbled on her lower lips stirred his lower regions a little bit… though he was uncertain why at the moment, that he was getting the strangest sensation he should be looking down upon her. <br><br>But why? He did not even know this woman, why would he have that bizarre instinct?<br><br>Whatever it was… he pushed it away, he didn’t like it and wanted nothing to do with it.<br><br><strong>“I’m sorry to say that I do not know you sir. I’m so sorry,”<br></strong><br>“Oh I see…” Malleus replied, looking a little bit crestfallen… he had been so hopeful that just maybe he might get some kind of a lead, however small… though, he knew from the start, it was stretch… after all, he’d been wandering for so long and no one thus far seemed to remember him, so why would it be fair to expect this lovely brownie to?<br><br><strong>“Here sit, I may not be able to help with the memory but I can soothe the soul a bit with a good drink.”<br></strong><br>“Thank you, that sounds very nice” Malleus replied, his momentary deflation fading to give way to a gentle smile that enhanced his otherworldly beauty “It’s not been often that I’ve been met with kindness… I have come to understand that Unseelie are not well looked upon… but, you are being so kind… thank you for not immediately judging me. You are quite the charming Brownie. Please, I will try whatever you recommend.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 00:41:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5272643/600full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Róis Órfhlaith Coburn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15719709#msg15719709)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> stoking the bar <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (https://www.venus.com/viewproduct.aspx?BRANCH=7~72~&amp;ProductDisplayID=73275&amp;clr=WHMU)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Malleus<br><br><hr>“Well to have those years is something, but to not know where you are from...I’m so sorry.” Rois spoke as she stocked the bar. “Have you tried getting them back?”Rois shook her head, “Sorry again stupid question, of course, you have.” She took a deep breath and thought for a moment. All the while kicking herself for apologizing so much. “I’m going to mix you something special,” Rois spoke as she started to look over the bottles before her. <br><br>Pausing for a moment Rois turned around and looked the handsome man over. She could see it then, the way he held himself. Almost regal in a way that she couldn’t place. He must hold a seat in court, though she wondered if he even remembered that. “Well, you won’t be getting that from me. You see I am unaligned,” Rois let the bomb drop but didn’t seem too worried about letting the info slip-free. “For several reasons, but I don’t see the Unseelie as bad, or the Seelie as good. I don’t think it is that black and white,” Rois explained as she started to mix a drink, “Sweet or savory?” She asked him with a warm smile. Rois may not be able to give him back his memories but she could at the very least make his day a bit better. “My name is Rois by the way.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>28-03-2021, 22:37:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the bar<br><strong>Action</strong>: Enjoying the sights<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: connecting?<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:(t):Cassandra, Rois, (m)Malleus<br><br><br>Huh. Must have been the horns. Everyone was focused on the amnesiac in black to the extent that they didn't even react to Jeh' offering a round for the house.<br><br>Never one to stand on ceremony (and being a long-time habituée of the bar), the warrior didn't let the apparent mesmeric charge stop her. Sliding off her stool, she used her powerful arms to level herself over the bar, swatting the gorgeous ginger on her curvy little arse to get her to move over. Knowing well where the glasses and pitchers were, she started drawing large tankards of ale, meant o be shared, and pouring out generous cups of <em>uisghe</em> and silverwine.<br><br>"Will you be havin' another, my lass?," she called over to Cassandra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>29-03-2021, 00:28:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/ac/2b/9cac2bcca72b6332327f2540d599ecfa.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured, plus old backpack and walking staff<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jeh, open<br></em><hr><br>Cassandra could have cared less about horns... Or at least horns on guys. The other way around had potential, for reasons. She looked up at the warrior woman, having to smile at being called lass.... It was both almost right and so horribly wrong. Glancing at her cup, the old blonde sighed.<br><br>"Thank you, but no... I seem to be drinking alone, which always gets out of hand, and I most certainly don't want to leave the first impression that crying to myself in the corner makes." She shrugged, joking totally not joking, funny because it's sad and true. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>30-04-2021, 06:28:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>Though he had been around for quite some time and across realities, Spade never grew tired of appreciating beauty when it manifested in front of him, especially when it took such precious and fascinating form as Cleo did. She was like fire and purity and brilliance molded together into a gem that shone like the Sun she represented. She enjoyed the way he touched her, so he continued to fondle her perky breasts in his strong grip. As she arched herself towards him, his fingers circled around her firm nipples and toyed with them to further the pleasure coursing through her petite body. The silver-haired man could tell that it had been a while since she had experienced someone touching her like this, so he was focused and determined to send her over her peak. The intensity and heat of the surrounding flames wasn’t even an inconvenience to him, his body warm but barely breaking a sweat. Her assumption was correct: Spade was a master of control, his entire body carefully attuned to his will and his magic seemed to follow suit like a gently flowing river. <br><br>She was fascinated by the way his massive cock rubbed against her slick pussy, and her sweet sounds inspired him to keep going. Strong but slow strokes turned into quicker ones just as she rode him faster, savoring their grinding. Though he wanted nothing more than to take her the closer her got to slipping inside of her slick entrance, he needed to hear her moan for him as she came but thankfully, he got what he wanted in no time. He could not help but be generous even in the bedroom; it was a part of his primal nature that latched onto him, and he carried that generosity on in the form of the Inn. He groaned and grunted the closer she got to her orgasm, his massive chest rising and falling to accompany his breaths and it was his turn to admire the delicious sight going on between their thighs. She was even wetter than the last time he had checked, and his huge cock glistened in the candlelight as did his inner thighs. It was a delightful sensation, though, and he beamed proudly when she told him that he made her feel marvelous. <br><br>“Mmm, happy to make you feel good anytime, sweetheart,” he teased her as her sweet pussy finally gushed along him just like he intended. But then she was asking to be filled and he knew his work was far from finished – not that he felt even the slightest fatigued by their sticky grinding. His large hands angled her little body again, though not moving her far, simply accommodating her request. He lifted her up only a few inches away from him, enough so that he could position himself to take her, bringing her down slowly towards his steel-hard rod. “I’m curious to see how well you can take me… you definitely know how to work your hips, though. We’ll have to try that again while you sit on my face later,” he muttered innocently, like it was just a casual suggestion though he knew Cleo would be more than open to the idea of letting him savor the taste of her. <br><br>His swollen cockhead prodded against her dripping wet slit. Another benefit to their foreplay was that this part would be a little easier now, though she was still so small compared to him. He hissed as his throbbing cock started to stretch her open, easing inside of the gorgeous Phoenix though he did his best not to overwhelm her if she could not handle it at first. His hips then began to work upwards, helping her sink down into his lap, inching her way back into place there. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth as vivid eyes gazed upwards to catch her expression. Spade suckled tenderly as his fingers worked the other nipple, fucking her harder every time she managed to sink along his length some more. His engorged length pulsed against the confines of her drenched walls and he could not stop himself from taking her, the steady and slow clapping sound of their colliding bodies intensifying as he grew more determined and assertive in his approach. He admired the way she clashed on top of him, focused solely on letting her get accustomed to his length so that she could then work her hips just as eagerly as she had been doing when she was humping him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>02-05-2021, 04:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong>&nbsp; :P&nbsp; :P&nbsp; :P<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Oh, but a phoenix never sits.” Cleo corrected, as Spade’s chiselled arms circled her curvy hips. Technically, a phoenix always perched. But instead of getting offended, the immortal woman bowed her youthful, brunette head towards his hot ear. “Especially when it feels abundantly more delightful to <em>grind</em> on a lover’s thirsty lips.” Her whisper was hot and serious, and she smiled down at Spade with both fondness and arousal as he repositioned her on his great lap with little effort. Whether the inn keeper was teasing or not, Cleo had quite the <em>fancy</em> for oral sex. Unlike other methods, both men and women preformed and enjoyed it rather equally. Here and now, the mere thought of Spade’s silver hair peeking out of the top of her steaming, thrusting, demanding pussy made Cleo <em>quake</em> and she licked her swollen lips in unbearable anticipation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>And so, when Spade’s impressive, slick cock <em>finally</em> did enter her, her eyelashes fluttered in relief. “By the Sun’s golden rays…” Cleo suddenly gasped in welcome surprise and moaned, latching her fingers onto the back of that <em>same</em>, silvered hair as he attended marvelously to her breasts and her pussy at the <em>same</em> time. He was even thicker inside of her than he had been underneath. It did not matter than she had cum mere moments ago, all over his steel cock, the fiery bird wanted to cum again, <em>soon</em>. “So sweet…” Cleo huffed in hot pants of air as the inn keeper began to rock her naked, tense form. With each solid thrust, Spade’s cock explored her heated pussy further, pressing along her taut walls. “So wet…” the phoenix kept humming breathlessly, still holding his wise face to her breast. Her nipple hardened between his devious, soft lips. Not to say the inn keeper wasn’t good with his hands, too. Her other breast swelled beneath his palm, almost begging the man for more. All the while, Cleo’s supple legs bent on other side of his, riding his manhood slow and sensually, pushing her hips down, against his massive cock. “So tight…” Their movements made her hiccup, and rub, and clap audibly along his cool skin.<br><br>Spade wanted to <em>slowly</em> arouse the phoenix. His powerful movements commanded it, relished it how she was able to feel every glide, every inch, every primal desire atop him. And it was working. It was working so, <em>so</em> well. Cleo’s dainty hands suddenly released him, and reached behind her naked bottom, and gripped his lower legs, just above his sculpted knees. She pushed herself up, and his cock shifted, until she was truly perched on it. Her hips swung longer, bucking like a wild animal – which, perhaps Cleo <em>was</em>, according to certain phoenix lore at least. His cock was so slick it slurped in her cum, a fact that Spade could now watch for himself as Cleo pumped it in and out of her pussy, all the while holding onto his legs that her small hands barely fit around. “<em>Deeper</em> Spade, ravage me harder,” Cleo beckoned, taking his girth as best she could, wanting to please his curiosity, “I want to sing for you.”<br><br>Her feelings were on fire, burning closer and closer to another staggering orgasm. Around his cock, Spade would sense this heat. A warmth and passion unlike anything across his multi-verses, at Cleo's very core. Perhaps, if she was a lucky sweetheart, Spade would flip her onto the table behind her and hump her <em>mercilessly</em> until she absolutely flooded his cock with even more hot, fiery cum.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>11-07-2021, 23:33:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>Cleo corrected Spade and told him that her kind never sat but he grinned at the proposal that she offered him instead. It was more than a suitable replacement and he loved how her soft and airy voice sounded when it was breathless and hot against his ear. She helped move herself onto him and he could sense from her reaction that she was already looking forwarding to having his mouth against her needy pussy. Spade saw himself spending much more time with the wonderfully fun phoenix, especially if she continued to tease him with ideas the way she was doing. Not to mention going along with every movement he made against her smaller frame, taking his engorged cock so damn well despite their notable size difference. He loved how she clung to him when he entered her and how her body arched towards his demanding and firm hands, eager to let him please her further.<br><br>He loved the way she complimented him and his muscular body, following the heavy rhythm that he placed perfectly. Managing the Inn meant that he did not get to have company often, but now that Cleo had quite literally flown into his life, he wondered how long she planned on sticking around. He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing his impressive member the more he thrusted against her. It was such an incredible feeling that he found himself getting lost in the intense heat that radiated from the deepest parts of her core. She wanted to cum for him again and he did not plan on stopping her from reaching another peak for him. He kept up his assault on her perky breasts, moving from one to the other with his hungry mouth. His hand complimented the gestures to tweak and pull at the hardened nubs. The more she rode him, the wetter she became, and the excess dripped down their interlocked legs. But then she wrapped her dainty fingers around his thighs and truly perched herself on him, and his approving grunts came louder and deeper from inside his toned chest. She asked for him harder and deeper and it was Spade’s sign that she was prepared for a proper ravaging, so he used his strength again to reposition her. <br><br>The gentleman picked her up from her place in his lap and then glanced at the table behind them. It seemed that the two shared a connection because they had the same idea. So much space for them to use and he had her sweet body confined against him. He placed her with her back on the table and it felt cool to the touch of her skin, enchanting the surface so it was not as unpleasant as it seemed. Their new position was beneficial for both of them; he could continue admiring every inch of her body as he fucked her and she could feel just how deep he could go now that she was dripping wet for him. “Mm, of course, sweetheart. Let’s see how you sing for me when I’m buried inside of you,” he muttered against her lips before kissing her again to taste her. Hips crashed against her harder than before, the sounds of their intense clashing growing louder in the confinement of their little booth. The warmth that spread through him was addicting and he wanted nothing more than to please her, to take her to new heights and feel her cum around him until she exhausted her pretty self. He was curious to find out how much stamina a phoenix had, seeing as this was the first encounter with one of her kind on this level of intimacy. They were different beings but that wasn’t going to stop him from exploring this connection deeper and making the most of their time together. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>14-07-2021, 20:05:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong>&nbsp; :P&nbsp; :P&nbsp; :P<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">His grunts were incredibly sexy and arousing. As Spade reached for her, he could felt that Cleo <em>nestled</em> into his big grasp. Her bare bottom sank deeper against him, and her brunette head tucked into his neck. Even with his throbbing cock inside of her, the fiery bird still adored being held.<br><br>Cleo was <em>not</em> thinking of how long the Sun would let her stay in this new place. Instead, as Spade moved her naked, sun-kissed frame against the table and her wavy hair splayed out on either side of her smiling face, she thought of wonders… The bowl of chocolates just above her head, so close to her nose to smell its sweetness; the table itself which felt like the coolness of a daytime river beneath her wings when she dipped in for a drink on her travels, and the floating candles… She reached out a dainty finger and tapped one, making it twirl in mid-air as its flame burned larger and hotter. “Oh-<em>Mmm</em>,” she cooed warmly beneath Spade’s mouth as he kissed her and pulled her attention back to him. <em>Something dirty.</em> He had said something dirty, but the phoenix had gotten wonderfully lost at ‘<em>sweetheart</em>’. His magic was so… enchanting.<br><br>“Oh-h-huh-<em>hmmm</em>…” Cleo’s wet lips hung open and panted uncontrollably, as Spade began to thrust harder, faster, and to give her a proper fuck. Each time, his hard cock drove into her wet, tense pussy. Each time, their skin clapped and broke. Each time, the table shuddered a bit underneath her. It felt so… <em>divine</em>. Her hazel eyes flickered and watched as the flames on the floating candles suddenly <em>flared</em>, and her hips rolled upward into him as she <em>came</em>. “OooOoo ~” her thighs shuddered and she thrashed against the cool surface of the table as her cum covered his cock yet again and leaked out between them. So much cum. Her latest orgasm latest several seconds, and it felt so good that she humped his cock a few times to keep it going just a bit longer.<br><br>“H-huh-H… Spade,” the phoenix caught her breath as she collapsed against the table, trying her best to talk to him. She had wanted to cum, and she simply could not wait. She inhaled again, and this time, wrapped her toned, sweaty legs around his hips and his back. This pushed him in deeper, burying his cock in the hot cum that she had just gushed everywhere. “Spade…” Cleo called warmly, then <em>giggled</em>. Her giggles were warm too, and happy and breathless. Her arms hooked around him then, around his shoulders and his neck, holding him closer. “You need to cum too.” Her pink lips searched for his and found them easily, kissing and nipping his mouth affectionately. “That’s the…” she started to rock her hips against his cock as she held him deep inside her pussy, “...fun part, I believe.” She kissed him again, and slowly, let her phoenix flame out a little more as her fingers traced his silver hair. Not as a literal flame, but as hot air. Air that was a wildfire, encircling him, tempting him. Cleo gazed up at him, and the flames were in her hazel eyes; a living spark. Her legs clasped together across his lower back, keeping him where he was, and <em>letting</em> him play with her fire. Even the Inn Keeper deserved some fun, in between caring for all the others. “Spade…” she cooed sweetly again, in between hot, slow kisses. She was still humping his hard cock.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>07-08-2021, 14:56:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSf7TRRwO-59oGe6X0W_KMWposlUtmPi_Rp0Q&amp;usqp=CAU) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> open<br></em><hr><br>Cassandra was.... Bored. Not entirely an uncommon state for the blonde, old as she was. Self entertaining was definitely a skill she posessed, in ways most people couldn't conceive of. But there was only so many days you could walk around the grounds, through the woods, or stare blankly at the walls before memories started overwhelming reality. <br><br>Some days the inn bustled with life, people, beings, conversation and laughter... And sometimes the tide went out and left the shore drying out in the sun. Cassandra had, well, been drinking a little bit too much, thinking about wandering deep into the woods just to find someone different.... She was bored. That girl who smelled like sunshine was interesting, but they had never managed to be in the same place at the same time. Hopefully the next few days would bring someone to talk to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>08-08-2021, 22:16:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TPDT9Pc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Wandering in from the cold<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> In Wolf form wearing a backpack of animal hide and carrying a bow and quiver of arrows across his back<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN TO ALL<br><br>For whatever was going on in the depths of the Green Lion and whoever was doing it life never stops moving around them. They could be getting hot and heavy as couples are wont to do or simply sitting at a table looking for company and explanation as to why they are where they are. Fate and the ever shifting world cares not, they have their own games to play and couplings to make happen and as the front door of the Inn swung open admitting a bone chilling wind another piece had been dropped onto the board.<br><br>Seconds after the door opened an unusual sight entered. Possibly even by the mythical Inn's terms, a creature somewhere between a wolf and a wooly bear entered. It's paws, wide and heavy clacked across the wood floor leaving massive snow prints as it passed. It's legs shorter than it's body mass would indicate, but massively built with muscle shook more snow off its course gray coat. Its abnormally large head and prominent snout lifted up from its shoulders gazing around at the few creatures present. The amber and white eye seeing everything possibly even beyond the realms of normal vision. <br><br>It's body followed for good time after it's head was seen. By the time the beast's tail was inside there was no less than six foot of great shaggy wolf between it and the animal's snout. Without missing a beat the wolf reached it back leg out and kicked the door shut it slammed with more force than it likely should've been able to from the angle the wolf kicked it. But most odd off all...the wolf was carrying a heavy hide backpack as well as a large hunting bow and quiver of primitive looking arrows. Giving a simple sneeze in greeting the wolf casually padded his way to the fireplace and shucked out of it's burdens before shaking itself sending bits of snow and ice in all directions. All and all the beast moved with human like ease and watched the world with a keen predator's intellect behind his mismatched eyes. Once the last shreds of winter were removed the wolf stuck his head into the pack and pulled out a bit of carved whale bone. Easily he made his way over to the bar. Were he a man, one could swear he was whistling as he walked as if a giant wolf invading a civilized tavern was an everyday thing. Hopping up onto his hinds legs the beast's heavy paws clacked down upon a bell and dropped the bone upon the counter. Was he...actually asking for service and planning to barter with the scrimshaw he carried? That in and of itself was enough to make many of nameless drunks laugh with amusement, but what happened next choked their laughter in their throats. <br><br>The beast spoke...albeit slowly and with a heavy lisp as wolf mouths were not designed by evolution to form words like a man's. <br>"<em>Privet, ya khochu vypit!</em>" The beast barked in thick Russian. When no one came to him the beast sighed and tried again in another language he hoped someone would know. "Hello, I would be liking drink? Vodka if have." While slightly easier to understand, his words were slow and unrefined. Obviously English was not his first language. His paw bumped the whale bone as well making it thud loudly upon the wooden counter. "I am having no money, but <em>kitovaya kost'</em> is being very valuable. I am assuring you!" He once more shouted out looking behind and around for a server. He contemplated simply jumping the counter and helping himself, but this place stunk of old magic and an even older magic user. And they were always very touchy about thievery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>09-08-2021, 10:24:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15934342#msg15934342)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action</strong>: Riding in ox-drawn cart towards pub<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: N/A<br><br>--<br><br>Hard work has its virtues...but there was a virtue Lise Imu liked even more, and that was the one called 'having an ox to pull the cart while you sit up top and suntan'. The beast of burden could follow a dusty road well enough without more than occasional micromanagement. Their little caravan of one approached the Green Lion Pub from the rear (nothing like a leisurely approach from the rear, after all) and soon they could see the orchards and other grounds behind the place...much of which Lise herself had cultivated, as resident groundskeeper/gardener. (Though to be fair, her work often involved musimagical beast-charming to get creatures to do a lot of the manual labor...)<br><br>Soon the cart passed under the shade of leafy, bountiful fruit trees....which felt nice, but it did interrupt her suntanning (funny thing about interdimensional taverns, but the weather around them sometimes depended on what direction you approached from, and 'direction' was not always strictly limited to the usual notions of 2D map geometry nor even 3D Euclidean space). Lise slid a small wooden flute from a pouch of her rucksack in the cart. With a firm grip on its shaft, she pursed her lips to the aperture at one end, and begin to rhymically blow. A lilting tune issued forth, and the leaves above her curled as the ox pulled her by underneath, allowing Lise to keep more sun on her tan bod. <br><br>A growling voice harshed her idyllically pastoral buzz. "What's that RACKET!?" the voice was alternately deep and tectonic, but cracked and squeaked, like its owner found speech unnatural or unpleasant or unfamiliar or un-something. <br><br>Lise looked up. She was confronted by the sight of a giant plant...and one she didn't remember planting here. The thing was a mass of thick green vines, with the central stalk the thickest, and topped by a bulbous red-and-white-spotted orb, almost like a mushroom. Then the orb broke open into a giant grin, with carnivorous teeth on it, like a gigantic Venus fly trap or even those of an apex-predator animal.<br><br>Lise hopped up, standing on the back of the cart. She pointed accusingly with her flute. "You! You uncouth overgrowth! You don't belong here! I feel the need...the need to weed!"<br><br>She reached into the cart sacks and drew an axe from a leather sheath. The edge gleamed in the dappled sunlight. She seemed just in time, as the giant weed had been reaching several tentacular vines towards her, but it drew them back now, afraid of the axe and the threatening swings she took at the nearest tendrils.<br><br>Lise roared, "Can you locomote, weed? If not, best you learn quick...you can either shamble off from my garden, or I can chop you up and toss the bits on the compost heap! I am Lise Imu, gardener extraordinaire--ahhhhhieee!"<br><br>The plant-monster had either slid vines under the cart, or under the ground; either way, they burst up right behind Lise, grabbing her wrists and ankles from behind. Suddenly she was lifted up into the air, off the cart. She tried to swing with the axe, of course, but it kept her wrist cuffed and she couldn't maneuver it much or build up momentum.<br><br>A few seconds later, she was inverted, dangling upside-down with the monster looping its vines over a thick branch of a nearby tree, almost like she'd been caught in a snare. Lise wriggled and writhed and issued a few colorful curses. Her ox, to its credit, lowered its horns and tried to charge the central mass of the plant-monster, but soon its hooves and the cart-wheels were all snagged up in a mess of vine coils bursting from the soil.<br><br>Still more vines began to sweep towards Lise, tapping and slapping her body and beginning to coil around her, squeezing limbs or torso, the vine tips and the leaves poking and prodding and probing at her outfit. She struggled, blonde hair dangling down and swaying side to side as she thrashed, and hurled out a defiant, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck yooooooooooou......" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>10-08-2021, 02:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Rescuing a damsel in distress<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise <br><br>His stomach was empty and his throat dry. He could smell all kinds of life inside this place, but no one moved to greet or serve. Was it because he was in his wolf form? Most places in his travels did have rules about animals being on their premises, though he thought being a talking animal would change that rule. Plus when traveling long distances this form had the best combination of formidably and ability to blend in to the world. Sure a huge wolf like him still drew the eye, but if it was at a good distance or if he moved quickly out of sight no one cared much beyond a passing interest.<br><br>His clothes were in his backpack and he would need to find someplace to dress were he going to change into his human form and hopefully get some service from this bartenderless bar. But just as he dropped back to the floor his keen ears picked up on the sound if distress somewhere outside. All of the <em>Nastoyashchiy Volk</em> have very keen ears, it is how they hunt when the blizzards of Father Winter blinds the eye, the sound came in from a nearby open window. A woman's voice in distress though she sounded quite defiant towards whoever was accosting her. Forgetting the terrible service Igor charged for the door using his massive jaws to twist the handle and fling it open before he was gone like a stormgale. Thundering down the path towards the sounds of distress the large wolf quickly began to change into some that could only be called a mountain of fur. Soon his four legged run became a stampeding sprint upon two digitigrade tree trunks ripping up lush grass and stone as it picked up into an unstoppable charge. Growing to a towering ten feet in height Igor could see the woman being prodded and assaulted by a...taking plant with big teeth.<br><br>What strange world had the Iron-Bear stumbled into this time? It wasn't uncommon in his own world to see sights both strange and unsettling. But this was beyond his ken, and it was something he would have to ask about later, but right now he saw someone in need and knew he could help her. She was a pretty woman as well so that would be a plus all its own. Letting out a deep hunting howl Igor dived into the plants seemingly endless vines ripping up huge chunks of vegetation with his teeth and claws. Quickly he tore his way to the central pod and jammed his thick furred claws into it's chomping maw ripping the devil plant in half with a triumphant roar. The plant let out some kind of screeching call before it died dropping the woman to the ground. The vines soon followed the head and went slack like skewered fish. Igor laughed watching it all happen like a string of dominoes all around him. But so lost in the joy of battle was he that he didn't remember he was buck ass naked before a strange woman he had never met and his...endowment nearly eye level with where she fell.<br><br>Turning back to see her it only hit him after he saw where she had landed. With a low chuckle he bowed his head. "Heh hello woman, I am Igor Iron-Bear of the Winter's Tales...are you being ok?" He asked rather sheepishly for a god among wolves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>10-08-2021, 02:46:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br>--<br><br>At first it was hard to make out what was going on....a blurry furry something, thrashing and gnashing, and the plant monster roaring a bizarre battle cry of "Feed me, Seymour!" before it was hissing in what might've been pain, then silenced as the central stalk and Venus-fly-trap-esque 'head' fell, sundered through. Around on the fertile soil under the trees now, ripped lengths of green vine and leaves lay in tatters, twitching briefly in alien death throes before laying still.<br><br>The vines that'd ensnared Lise were no exception; as they were cut closer to their roots, they slackened and she was freed. She dropped down, grabbing one with her free hand for just a second to swing down and land neatly on her feet even though she'd been strung up inverted.<br><br>"Thnnkssss, dtttt wzzzz....." Lise started to speak..or rather, try to. Then she spit out a mouthful of leaf and syrupy sap that'd gotten stuck in there during her original entanglement. "Ahem! Thank you, that was amazing.....hmm, its sap tastes kinda maple-y too, not bad, not bad...but thank goodness you killed it and its bound for the compost heap now. I shudder to think what would've become of me, it looked rather...carnivorous, didn't it. It would've made maple-flavored Lise! Yep, Lise Imu, that's my-"<br><br>She'd been surveying the decimated plant mass, looking around the ground. Now, she looked laterally, at her own eye level, and up and up as well...and she realized she were face to face with a ten foot or so man, or were-man who'd transformed from a wolf or something like that...and, well, wolves were naked, so now he was...and being ten feet tall meant that her own face was just about level with....well she wasn't really 'face to face' with him, now was she? No, she was face to-<br><br>"Oh! Um...yeah. That's my name. I'm the groundskeeper here. But it looked like the grounds were about to keep me! I'm-"<br><br>She looked down at herself. She pinched the sides of her short fairy skirt, and held it up for a moment, assessing it, before letting it flop back down. Her clothes and skin were all gunked up with the maple-syrup-like secretion of the vines. "Oh dear. This smells like pancakes, but it's rather messy and sticky. I'm going to have to wash up or change or something....and you know, you kinda look like you could use a change of...well, is it really called a CHANGE if you don't have any clothes to start with?"<br><br>She gulped, throat audibly bobbing. The man was kinda intimidating looking if she thought about it too much. "The stream that irrigates the orchard...I keep some towels and spare clothes and picnic blankets and stuff there for when I'm washing the sweat off and whatnot. The clothes won't fit you, exactly, but maybe you're in the market for like a picnic-blanket kilt or toga type thing, in case you need somethin' to wear before goin' back in..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>10-08-2021, 07:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Chatting with Lise before bathtime.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise <br><br>Seeing the woman's slightly flustered reaction to his nudity the big warrior quickly yanked the cover off Lise's hay wagon and wrapped it around his waist with a laugh before crouching down to be more eye level with the woman. Were he in his human form he'd actually be short than the woman. That might help her be less nervous around him, but from what many have told him watching hims transform from Warrior to Man is quite a painful and distressing spectacle. His bones break and reshape, skin rips and reforms and the hair some times fall out giving him the look of a hairless Wendigo or something for a few seconds before it all comes back together.<br><br>He thought it best to save her from that mental image. Besides as he got to her level she really did smell nice. Bringing his nose close he sniffed her deeply the wet black button roving over her entire body. "Hmm what are these pancakes?" He actually licked her neck lightly removing some of the sap his large flat tongue nearly the size of her neck itself. Bringing the tongue back he tasted the sap smacking his lips and teeth lightly. "That is being nice." He licked her exposed shoulder now for a bigger sample, once more the tongue removed the sap cleaning the woman in the process. <em>"Da, deystvitel'no ochen' khorosho!"</em> He said more to himself than her in Russian, his tail wagged back and forth some. He likes this "maple syrup" as the groundskeeper called it. Maybe once he finally got some service back at the Inn he would order some of it to try with his vodka. <br><br>But her talk of washing up did make him nod. Like her he was covered in the sap, it had already matted much of his fur as he had torn into it headfirst, he hadn't tasted any of the sap as he ripped into the plant with his teeth though which was odd. But maybe he had moved to quick to taste any of it? More questions for later, standing back up he nodded motioning for the woman to lead. "<em>Da</em>, I will be washing with you, sap be making fur bunch up. Please lead on." Growling gently he tried to lick some of it off his own arm, but the thickness of his fur pelt made it much harder to reached with his tongue making him resort to gnawing his arm a little with his massive rock crushing teeth. After a few seconds he decided washing would be best. Maybe the woman could even help him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>11-08-2021, 22:44:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured + glazed with sap-syrup <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br>--<br><br>Lise arched her blonde eyebrows and let out a few scattered "ooh and 'ohh's when the wolfman licked some of the syrup off her. "Oh that seems pretty effective at getting it off. It's gotten rather sticky...feels like having a nice rough sponge or maybe a textured backscratcher for those hard to reach places...And sure, I can give you a hand, I can't imagine getting it out of fur!" She felt her own hair, realizing she'd gotten some syrup gunk in it, which was gonna be one of the harder areas to clean. <br><br>She gave her cart-pulling ox a slap on the haunch that let it know to continue on its own to the pub stable; the creature was pretty well trained, and they were already so close that it was trivial going from here. Lise then led Igor in the other direction, under the boughs of the orchard (plucking a juicy peach from a branch as she went, and munching on it while juice spurted and leaked over her cheeks), following a footpath that ran alongside one of the irrigation ditches fed from the same stream she'd mentioned. <br><br>They passed a green hill on the left. Dug into the hillside was a cutaway earthen wall, with a green round door in it....not unlike a certain hobbit-dwelling in a neighboring dimension . Lise indicated with a casual wave of her hand, then marched up to the door. "Detour, if you don't mind...this is the wine cellar...well, the outdoor one, there's a proper indoor one for the pub itself, but the cellar out here is used as a cask-cavern for aging barrels of stuff grown and pressed from the orchard vineyards here, and an overflow storage space for imported liquors when we have a surplus overstuffing the pub's bar and the indoor cellar. I was thinking I could use a drink...and as poor down payment on thanks for basically saving my life, how about a drink of the good stuff?"<br><br>Lise opened the green door, and indicated a brass overheard light fixture just inside. "Mind your head, tall guy! This lanky wizard used to visit and was always bumping his head on this thing..."<br><br>Just inside the door were shelves, cabinets and racks of jugs, mugs, ladles, taps, pushcarts, empty wine bottles with spare corks, and other implements related to the stirring, pouring, bottling or tapping of spirits. Lise grabbed a pair of clay mugs, held them under the spigot of a nearby cask labeled <em>Barrel-In-Your-Soul Brandy</em> and filled the mugs. She took a deep swig, coughed a little and then took a daintier sip. "Woo! It's aging great, very tasty but goes down fiery. Caveat emptor, but try some!" she offered the other mug. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>12-08-2021, 03:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Chatting with Lise before bathtime.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> In his large warrior form with an ox blanket around his waist like a kilt.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise <br><br>Following the chatty little blond Igor looked around at the world. When he first walked into the Green Lion it didn't look like the world had much in it. While not an empty void of white or black nothingness, the rolling fields and hills seemed to be the only things out there. The Russian even didn't see clumps of tree besides the ones near he and Lise as they walked. The whole place stunk like the same ancient magic as the Inn. Surely the master of this world was a god of some kind, nothing else could do all this. Not even Fae were this powerful from his experience and they were Gods themselves.<br><br>He hoped to never earn the ire of such a being, but he also hoped the being was around to serve drinks when he gets back to the bar. Feeling the warm wind rush through his fur he chuckled as Lise showed him the small wine cellar partially built into the ground. He admired the cute little home, his pack did similar buildings during the harshest winters. Domed buildings made of ice and snow dug into ten foot holes in the ground. Unlike those though he was sure he wouldn't be able to fit in this one.<br><br>As Lise ducked into the small house Igor let out a deep chested laugh and laid down outside the door like a massive bear. "Heh, I can be telling you Lise...I am not being able to fit in this form." Lifting his massive head he sniffed the wind wandering what other scents might fill this world. But the carnivorous plant's sap was quite over powering being so tightly clung to his body. If it takes too long he may have to go into his human form anyway just to rid himself of the sticky fluid. The talk of paying him in alcohol for helping her was quite appealing, taking the mug it looked laughably small in his massive paw, but with some working he managed to lift the container to his mouth finishing the draft in a single swig. Smacking his lips he smiled, brandy was good...usually a bit sweet for his normal tastes, but this drink had a tart little tang he did like. Handing the mug back he felt a warmth under his fur. "Hmm that is being...stronger...than looks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>14-08-2021, 02:52:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured + glazed with sap-syrup <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br>--<br><br>Lise cocked her head like she'd just had a thought, and then she grabbed a clay jug with an 'XXX' label on the side, filled it up with the same libation, and then corked it again. She refilled her own mug for good measure, too.&nbsp; <br><br>She waltzed back outside with the jug tucked under one arm and her mug in the other. She told Igor, "Aye, the flavor hides how strong it is...I'm a sucker for sweet, spicy, or syrupy drinks myself...maybe I shoulda warned you, but with your size I figure it'll take a lot more to get you drunk than myself. I thought about having a round in the cellar...but since it's a little small for ya, we'll just take this mug to go!"<br><br>She led on, the rest of the way to the stream. She'd chosen a spot where a particular tree leaned out and its branches overhung the water, with reeds growing high on park of the bank, nearly touching the branches overhead. Lise downed and refilled her mug yet again, set it down with the jug, and began to wade into the water amidst the reeds while pulling her skirt up. The reeds gave her partial privacy, shrouding her as she pulled her outfit over her head, and began to soak it in the water. "My clothes got some sap on them...I probably shoudl've grabbed a change from my cart before I sent it off, but I didn't think of it! I'll just water wash it and then hang it on a branch to dry, and hopefully it'll be dry enough by the time I'm done bathing myself..." Her tan backside swayed back and forth as she moved in the waist-height water, swishing her outfit around under the surface, cleaning it as well as she could. <br><br>"Oh I forgot before I waded in...there's a wooden box at the base of the tree, there's a bar of lard soap in there and a few other things...mind tossing or bringing me the soap?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>15-08-2021, 04:05:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Rescuing a damsel in distress<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Following the woman to the small river Igor couldn't help but watch her ass and hips as they walked as he was walking on all fours during this time. This form is very heavy so while he could walk on two legs for as long as he needed being on all fours is easier. They arrived at the little body and water and Igor sat down watching the calm clear waters. You never see places like this in Russia, it's all frozen waste or rushing glacial streams so cold you'll die within minutes of falling into them.<br><br>But here everything is warm and calm this is the biggest give away that this world isn't as real as the one he came from. He let his mind wander while the woman began to undress and walk into the stream. His manhood twitches watching the woman's plump tan backside bouncing lightly as she tried to wash her clothes. Growling lightly the Werewolf felt his body heating up. Luckily she brought him back to reality and he nodded to her request grabbing the small box he inspected his with a sniff. It smelt nice, opening the box he was hit in the face with the powerfully floral scent. It was quite nice, but he was presented with an issue. He couldn't reach the woman from the shore he would need to go into the water and his manhood was already at half a staff upon seeing the sexy blond woman nude before him. <br><br>Slipping out of his impromptu wrap he slipped into the water luckily the depth of the stream allowing his hard manhood to hide under the water's surface as he handed Lise the soap. "They are smelling very nice, what are they?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>18-08-2021, 02:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br>"You mean the soap? Well, this bar is just a congealed animal lard, some crushed up flowers - hibiscus and orange blossom, I think this one was? and maybe I put in some orange peel shavings too, I forget - and a lye from wood ashes. I sometimes make my own soap, as I get all these ingredients as a byproduct of my gardening and animal husbandry work here...but I admit it's not the professional grade that Spade-And-Friends tend to use for the guest bathrooms in the inn itself."<br><br>Lise turned in the water to take teh soap from Igor. As she did so, she paid a tiny tithe to modesty by draping her other arm over her breasts while turning toward him to take the soap, although the cupping hand left some sideboob and underboob uncovered, not to mention the upper curve of her rump and her hipbone at the waterline.<br><br>"Before I get out, I should probably use teh soap in my dress, too, since it got so sticky. In fact maybe I should do that first so it can dry in the sun..." she grabbed it back off the branch, dipped it in the water, and then pressed it against a large smooth underwater rock which didn't quite reach the water surface. She put a lot of elbow grease into scrubbing it, swished it through the gently running water of the stream some more to wash the soap back out, and then hung it on the branch again, stretched wideways to the sun. <br><br>She turned away from Igor then, but held the soap out behind herself. "And as I get started scrubbed myself....well, I consider myself pretty flexible in general, but I have trouble reaching the very center of my back. If you don't mind..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 00:42:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion/amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action:</strong> Bathing in a stream<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>The tall warrior couldn't help, but let his eyes roam over the nude woman's form. He couldn't see her underboobs but did see some sideboob and was deeply appreciative of her soft rising mounds. He wondered how they would feel in his hands and once again his manhood twitched, but still the water allowed him to hide it for the most part, though sooner or later it would be standing proudly above the water's surface than what would they do?<br><br>Well he could think of a few things, but he doubted the woman would appreciate being bent over and railed over out of the blue like that. So wasn't one of the "<em>Nastoyashchiye Volki</em>" after all, were Lise a female of his pack they would've mated at least twice already. Luckily as the woman turned to clean her dress he took the chance to dive deeper into the steam and begin cleaning himself up some. His fur was terribly thick and the sap almost dried up at this point. Being thankful for his large lungs he kept himself underwater raking his claws through the fur. Eventually the sap came loose to floated along the water's surface with small bits of fur still hanging off them. <br><br>As his air ran out he popped back up getting a full view of Lise's ass as she was bent over hanging her newly cleaned dress up. His shaft fully betraying him now. He stayed in the deeper water so more than half of his body was under it keeping the beast unseen for now. Content to stay squatted in the water until it went down, he looked everywhere but the sumptuous naked woman before him. He distracted himself by digging more sap from his fur, but when she proposed him washing her back the gig was just about to be up.<br><br>Still he couldn't be rude to the first person he had talked to since stumbling into this strange world between worlds so with a low sigh he moved closer taking the soap from her. Due to the height difference he had to bend down slightly and press himself a little bit closer to the woman's backside his manhood was long enough to gently goad her ass cheek lightly as he began washing her back. "I will be doing best I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>20-08-2021, 22:06:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br>"Ahhh, thank you, that's the spot...I love scratching it with a good long stick of what have you, or rubbing it up against a thick tree shaft. The mid back just gets so sweaty at times, like when working in the orchard in a shirt that doesn't breathe, or when sunbathing topless with my back to the sky...ahhhhh oh that's a good scratch'n'scrub, I-"<br><br>Lise was instinctively pushing back against the back scrub, to rub her flesh against the scrubbing soap he held. This also had the effect of causing her ass cheek to press back more distinctively against the underwater member of the wolfman behind her. And then Lise gasped suddenly, apparently finally aware..."Oh! I thought I felt a rock or something just under the water. I didn't remember one being in this spot, but, the size and hardness seemed too great to be anything else, like-"<br><br>She reached behind herself, and experimentally tapped a few fingertips against the bulbous head and the thick shaft just under the water. Then her fingers began to encircle, until her palm was flush to the top of the shaft just behind the head, and her thumb wrapped around one side, and the other fingers the other. As if still unsure what she was feeling, Lise moved her hand back and forth a bit, feeling around, in what was incidentally a stroking-like rhythm.<br><br>"Oh my." Her cheeks began to pinken. "That's...that's not a rock, is it? Well, perhaps it is a metaphorical one..." Under the water, the head of the organ was still nudging her ass cheek, and when Lise shifted position a bit, it nestled into the deep round cleft between the cheeks, like an oversized sausage being rested upon a hot dog bun. <br><br>"Geez, it's so engorged it almost seems like it could be painful, to say nothing of the fact that I can't imagine how you'd be able to fit back into your clothes in that state after we bathed. Listen, I normally wouldn't offer this sort of thing, but...you did just save my life and all I guess ya helped with my professional duties to weed the orchard, to boot...so, if ya need, maybe I could help you relieve some pressure? If this is helping, I mean..." <br><br>She was continuing to stroke, and to press her ass cheeks back against him, causing them to splay wider around the member in question. Due to the height difference, her closeness meant that when she tilted her head back a bit and tossed her hair to one side, he now had a view of her bared breasts down over the front of her shoulders. "I know visuals are important for men, so....I sure hope I help in that regard. Is there anything particular I should to do...help you out...or should I try some things and see what goes down well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>21-08-2021, 21:02:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion/amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action:</strong> Bathing in a stream<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Igors body shook as the small woman reached around to handle his knobby piece. It had been a while since he mated, his traveling had taken him away from his pack during the mating season so he was quire pent up as is, twas likely why he had gotten so hard so quickly. Usually he's a slow sensual lover, but just seeing Lise naked had gotten him hard enough to effect his thinking. Panting lightly as she began to stroke him the big Russian had dropped the soap and had to lean a bit more over the woman to stabilize himself in a tree leaning over the water. <br><br>She pressed back towards his throbbing member talking of paying him back for saving her life and asking if he needed help relieving the pressure. He most certainly did, but the question was how he would use Lise to do that. Her stroking and resting his meat between the cheeks of her as was quite nice, but would take far too long. As with all True Borns like him passion and lust over quite quickly through his body and mind once he started there was only one place he would put himself to relive pressure. Shifting about he aligned his hard throbbing cock with Lise's unprotected womanhood. "Just be holding on."&nbsp; Was all he said before he brought his massive claws around inserting himself into the human woman's tightness slowly but assuredly grunting slowly at the tightness as he worked himself deeper his claws also began massaging her breasts and teasing the nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>22-08-2021, 01:21:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lotus.paheal.net/_images/903244eec0d348169fc1c8fa3491e9e6/181394%20-%20Heroine%20Larc%20Legend_of_Mana%20Seiken_Densetsu.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>"Ohhh....!" Lise was definitely aware of the physical sensation as the submerged head moved down a little and began to prod at her sex instead of her ass. Both were very tight, and frankly tiny orifices compared to the bulbous girth of the head....but at least her sex was quick to lubricate itself, getting moist and wet at the prospect of serving as the fuckhole of the wolfman behind her. If he later decided he wished to make use of her anus as well.... then she'd just have to make do somehow, perhaps keep the organ lubed up with her vaginal juices or saliva. Even underwater, that would help...<br><br>Lise felt her petals began to blossom and stretch around the pressing head. She moaned and reached back to grip his fur. "Gonna be so tight, Mister...You might have to just grab and brace my arms or body to keep ke pinned where you want me so you can wedge it in without me flying away. Your claws on my breasts feel....mmmm, nice." Indeed, her nippes had gotten almost as pointy and hard as the claw tips themselves, and this was getting her wetter, which in turn helped ease the entry of the huge cock head into her cunt. <br><br>"This is gonna be kinda painful cuz of thr size difference....but just between you and me, the thought or some pain from this is making me curiously wet. I promised to help you get off....so just do what you need with my body even if my moans sound like mixed pleasure or pain..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>22-08-2021, 01:42:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion/amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action:</strong> Relieving some pressure with Lise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br><br>The warrior wolf let out a deep growl as he worked himself all the way into the woman, she wasn't wrong her womanhood was immensely tight. Though whether it was from inexperience or just him being so damn big he couldn't tell but the sensation was almost too much already. A quick shot of precum already emptying into her tightness. But he was far from done with this willing lover, oh no he would enjoy this. <br><br>Cupping her breasts fully again he leaned down and licked her neck and shoulders gently before giving her a love bite. She said she liked a little pain, and while his teeth were designed for splitting a moose's skull in half they could be used to much more...delicate measures. Like leaving marks on a woman's soft flesh partially marking her as his mate for now. Though he hadn't intended on staking exclusive claim to Lise, it was all part of his upbringing to do this.&nbsp; "Pain is sometime being best walkway to pleasure." Moving his hands from her breats he did in fact grab the woman's arms and twist them gently behind her back so he could use them like handles. "Be as loud as want...the moans are sounding best...loud." And with that he gripped Lise's forearms pulling himself back form her tightness til just the head remained in her. Then with a violence that could easily be seen as him trying to rip her arm off her rammed all the way back in his powerful hips indeed sending the small woman nearly off her feet. He was surprisingly gentle on her arms though and proceeded to fuck this woman as deep aand hard as he could while still keeping it tortuously slow so he wouldn't rick damaging her in this extremely powerful form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>22-08-2021, 19:17:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lotus.paheal.net/_images/903244eec0d348169fc1c8fa3491e9e6/181394%20-%20Heroine%20Larc%20Legend_of_Mana%20Seiken_Densetsu.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>The strong grip on, and pulling back of, Lise's arms caused her spine to arch accordingly. This in turn pushed her buttocks back against the wolf man's pumping hips, and impaled her wer cunt around his canine cock even further. Lise's eyed widened almost as much as her canal had been forced to widen.<br><br><br>Her mouth, too, in a screaming moan. "Ohhhhh, goddess of Mana! You are enormous!! Feels like being impaled on a spear or sword!" Even the biting was getting her off, making her wet with primal lust.<br><br>Her body was bobbing in front of him, now, like she were a puppet on strings, a mere fuckdoll or dog chewtoy to be batted about for his amusement. She sweated hotly, her upper body so coated in the sheen that she looked as wet as if she'd just dipped her entire body under the water.<br><br>And she was wettest inside, flushing with liquid, and thank goodness for that....the lubrication was the only reason the forceful and overstuffed fucking from the wolfcock wasn't igniting her with friction burns....but it was igniting her....with a deep and snatch-spasming pleasure that left her orgasming and screaming "ohhh merciful mana goddess.....ohhh my wolf lord yessssd do what you want with me&nbsp; make me your fuckmeat make me your bitch in heat!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 01:49:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>Goodness, it had been so long since Spade had a proper partner to play with like Cleo. It helped that the sweet girl seemed to melt into him with every powerful thrust, and he loved that she was so warm. It was an addicting warmth, much like when he bathed in the fiery waves of a distant sun. In their new position, he watched her observe the objects near her: the chocolates and the floating candles that danced to the rhythm of their colliding bodies. Their kisses were electrifying and the more that Cleo felt him fucking her properly, the more she would realize that it was like the man in her grasp was made for this. It was subtle; the taste of his mouth, the way his touch seemed to demand more of her nubile body, the hardness and length of his cock stretching out her tight little wet hole. He was not a god, but something much older and much more primal. And this sensation, the collision of their lovemaking bodies, it was a extension of his own spiritual essence. A raw force of nature that threatened to encompass her much like her enchanting and wonderful fire that slowly consumed him the longer they spent this intimate time together. <br><br>Then, the greedy and brilliant phoenix came around his impressive cock again and it was a sign to permit his own climax to take over his handsome form. He loved how she coated his length with her slickness, and how she tightened around him in encouragement to get to his peak. She continued to hump his cock even through her orgasm and so he rewarded his sweetheart with several more intense thrusts, forcing her to feel every inch of his cock throbbing against her heated walls. While she was singing his name, Spade’s attention turned back down to her, a pleased grin on his chiseled face. She held him closer while she did and he eagerly met her kisses, just as hungry and messy as she peppered him with them. She insisted that he needed to cum too, and then the measures she took to sit down on him and let him feel how messy she was heightened the sensations that complimented her living flame. It was time to give her what she wanted and what she had earned. <br><br>“Mm, you’re right, it is fun to cum, especially when inside someone as warm and tight as you,” he growled against her lips as he pounded into her some more, using her to get himself off just as she wanted him to. It was now that his aura crashed against her living flame, and the energies intertwined to heighten the pleasures that their physical bodies already felt. It was here that she got a better sense of what Spade was, and he did the same for her. But more importantly, Spade focused on the amazing sensations that she was sending through his rock-hard body. He was getting closer, hard cock pulsing with life inside of her, and he could no longer fight off the urge for relief that held him back. He growled against her soft lips in warning, letting her know he was there. His cum spilled out of his engorged cock and flooded her womb, holding her still in his lap. His thrusts slowed as he was finishing up, and a few more kisses were pressed to Cleo’s lips. Despite his orgasm, his cock stayed hard inside of her for a little while longer, letting her hump him some more – he did not pull out of her yet, enjoying the last few moments of their fun together. His hand caressed her cheek as he gazed down at her and he smiled again. “I hope you enjoyed that, sweetheart. You’re so much fun to play with, let’s not wait too long to do it again, okay?” he teased her, putting the offer for more on the table just like they had talked about moments ago. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 21:30:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion/amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action:</strong> Relieving some pressure with Lise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Not being a man of many words to begin with, what few words Igor did speak vanished completely when he began to mate.&nbsp; His claws held firmly to the woman's arms fulling pulling her back with each mighty thrust. Only growl and pants came from the giant warrior's muzzle his tongue hung lazily from his mouth spittle dripping down Lise's back as he fucked her more and more.<br><br>With each pass he could feel his new fucktoy grow both tighter and looser. He was forcing her womanhood to mold around his shaft hold tightly around his mighty meat. While he never said anything, he enjoyed listening to Lise's screams and declarations particularly when she called herself his bitch in heat. Having mated many, many, many actual bitches in heat it was one of his favorite phrases to hear, and coming from a shapely human woman like this was even better. It caused him to kick his thrusting into overdrive going hard, deep and fast, thoroughly mating the groundskeeper now. <br><br>Moving his hands up to her shoulders and biceps he pulled her even closer somehow managing to push even more of his meat into her as he brought his fangs back down to nibble along her neck and shoulder leaving many red teeth marks all along her soft flesh. she was already orgasiming around him, he wasn't ready yet, but very soon he would be pumping this woman full of his seed, pulling out was completely unheard of and borderline sacrilegious among his people so he hoped Lise didn't mind a womb full of Werewolf seed. He'd never made pups with a non Lycan before, but if it happened it happened as far as he was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 02:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/36/71/303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cyric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15963082#msg15963082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Serving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tee shirt with gray clouds pattern, jeans, white sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassandra<br><hr>It was almost as if he appeared out of a corner of the Inn itself, but no, Cyric simply teleported himself behind the bar from his bedroom. His tee shirt was wrinkled, and his golden blond hair ruffled, as if he had just rolled out of bed which he probably did considering his sleepy expression and constant yawning. He could sense that the Inn was lively and that his boss Spade was… preoccupied. The gentleman never turned down an opportunity for company, and the boy could relate with him there. He gazed around the Inn with his dreamy expression, idly cleaning glasses just to give himself something to do. He snuck a shot of some starry liquor in between his small chore as a way to wake himself up in case Spade stayed busy and the bar picked up again. That was one of the perks of working at an Inn in between time and space somewhere; you could drink to your heart’s content because time worked differently here, and nothing was too off-limits as long as it didn’t offend anyone. Luckily, there had not been an incident in a very long time. Spade’s wrath was not something for the weak hearted to experience. He hummed a tune to himself as he waited around in case anyone needed anything from him, always eager to help. "Anything else for you?" he asked the woman who had been sitting at the bar for some time. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 02:33:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSf7TRRwO-59oGe6X0W_KMWposlUtmPi_Rp0Q&amp;usqp=CAU) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> open, Cyric<br></em><hr><br>Cassandra stared at the bottle for a second, confused as to why it seemed to be talking to her. Then she looked at the other bottle just to make sure it hadn't been that one. Her eyes lit up briefly on seeing the other blonde, lips starting to curl into a smile.. which dropped like a Rock from a skyscraper when she realized it wasn't some cute little short-haired lady, but just an actual pretty boy. "Uh..... Hrm. Another drink? Leave the bottle?" Not that she actually needed more alcohol, but she was in a bit of a mood. And it wasn't as if overindulging could actually hurt her.. the people around her, maybe. But the ancient Greek was far from the most powerful thing to have come through these doors, so drinking herself to death wouldn't be the worst thing she'd ever done. "Gah, I don't know. A different life?" Shaking her head, she slumped into the seat, looking at the label on her bottle.<br><br>"So let me guess.... You joined a boy band on the adoration of your fans fueled your magic powers. To get away from gropey school girls you teleported out here and got stuck. Orrrr, you sold your soul to be in a boy band I want to stop being profitable you had to pay your debts by working behind a bar. Ooh! I know! It's a complicated love quadrangle between you, the lead singer of your boy band who you are always highly jealous of, the head of your fan club, and her father. Good drama there, lots of heartbreak. There might even have been murder!" Why she got fixated on boy bands it was perhaps hard to say, but she was definitely closer to quite drunk than not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 02:53:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/36/71/303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cyric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15963082#msg15963082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Serving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tee shirt with gray clouds pattern, jeans, white sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassandra<br><hr>Cyric noticed the slight disappoint on Cassandra’s facial features when he made his presence known. He felt bad because it seemed like she had been expecting someone else, but he nodded when she asked for another drink. He took into consideration her sullen mood and hummed to himself as his hand brushed from label to label searching for something with a particular bite to it. Something that maybe would lighten her mood, though it only worked if she wanted it to. He placed the bottle in front of her, an unusual golden-colored wine, and a fresh glass. “I don’t have nowhere near the power to grant you a new life, but maybe you can enjoy the one you have a little more with this.” <br><br>He saved her the energy of pouring her first glass, doing it eagerly and without a hint of displeasure. He rose a thick brow when she teased him about being in a boy band, familiar with the concept from walking through the dreams of mortals.<br><br>“I do think I have a nice singing voice, but no, no boyband origin story here,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. He poured himself the same golden wine he served her and sipped on it a little, the contents bringing a smile to his youthful face. “I appeared in a dream and manifested as a person, you could say,” he explained in case she was truly interested in his origins though it would not bother him if she wasn’t either. He swayed from side to side in place to his hummed tune, taking slow and careful sips from his drink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 20:55:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong>&nbsp; Completing her... First payment to the Inn Keeper&nbsp; :P<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Phoenixes were proud creatures. Proud of their power, and proud of their Sun who had gifted it to them. Pleasuring <em>herself</em> was marvelous, but having a lover <em>also</em> enjoy her human form, another gift from the Sun, was pure bliss. She could feel Spade tense and arch higher and higher around her, their bodies literally entwined against the cool surface of the table.&nbsp; Each thrust, each kiss, each deep growl from him was so unbelievably sensual, but it was also… <em>peculiar</em> somehow, as if he was nudging her towards something deeper, older and of the Wilds itself. “Ohhh my-<em>huh</em> ~” Cleo cooed in a breathless satisfaction as Spade finally came <em>inside</em> of her, filling her with a new kind warmth, a kind that made her perky breasts swell and ache. “You are so—” her breath <em>hitched</em>, and her body tensed and swooned in his hands, tilting her brunette head back in a lull of pleasure, “So <em>big</em>,” Cleo panted, “and so-<em>so</em>-hard, <em>still</em>?” she peered up at him with <em>surprise</em> in her flickering eyes, “But you-you <em>came</em>—” she groaned softly as the pleasure bloomed again, twisting in his strong arms. He wasn't just big, or just hard he… <em>Spade was a perfect fit.</em> <em>Spade was a magical, perfect fit for her pussy.</em> Her curious eyes gazed up at him with this sudden realization. <em>Her</em> magic was fire, birthed from the Sun’s very golden rays. But <em>his</em> magic… Oh dear, his magic was for <em>pleasure</em> — <em>her</em> pleasure, at this particular moment. <em>How wonderfully, delightfully naughty.</em> <br><br>A very playful smile tugged at the corners of her wet lips, and one of her hands released his back and moved between their entwined bodies, down her smooth stomach to the dripping folds of her pussy and to the top of his hard shaft that still claimed her. If Spade was going to cum with such intensity, and then leave his marvelous cock hard, and still inside of her, then it would be a grave <em>mistake</em> not to perform for him. Her fingers moved in small, rapid circles against her swollen pussy lips, swimming in the silky mess that was now both her cum <em>and</em> Spades, rubbing that <em>spot</em>, that stiff little peak that would push her into a third orgasm. “Oo-oh-h-huh ~” Cleo cooed and bit her bottom, pink lip as she kept her legs around him, and moved her fingers faster, <em>furiously</em>, needing to cum again so very badly. Spade could feel them too, her relentless fingers, from deep inside her, along his cock, their warmth, their pressure, until — “Oo<em>Ooo</em>-oh-<em>ah</em>-all for you, my Spade…” Her hard nipples pushed up and into his muscular chest as she flooded his cock yet again, needing him to know how splendid she felt. So splendid, so satisfied, her latest climax likely driven by a mixture of his fertile magic and her own immortal horniness. “Mm<em>hmm</em>,” the Phoenix hummed, bringing her naughty hand to her lips and tasting them <em>both</em> before lying back on the cool table.<br><br>As cum leaked between their legs, Cleo simply cooed, her bare chest rising and then falling. “Ooo… Oooo… Oooo…” It was a new, rhythmic sound full of wonder, bliss and peace. <em>A Phoenix’s heart song.</em>&nbsp; For a while, her eyes stayed closed as her flame washed over Spade in waves, at first swelling but then smaller and smaller until the candles around them settled into a calm, <em>romantic</em> glow. Carefully, her eyes fluttered open and glanced around their enchanted booth, as if making sure that Spade’s magic had yet to burn away. Cleo wasn’t tired, per say, but she was certainly hungry. <br><br>“Oh dearest, Spade,” the phoenix replied, and sat up in his lap again, keeping his cock deep inside of her as she reached for the bowl of magical chocolates, “you do not have to seek out my compliments, you can have as many as you wish.” The fiery bird tossed a chocolate in the air and caught it in her mouth, before snapping on it with glee. <em>Mm, chocolate!</em> The mortals made many strange and terrible things, but chocolate was, by far, one of their best inventions. “The Sun…” the fiery bird stuffed another chocolate in her cheeks and swallowed, “<em>my</em> Sun only lets me take this form once or twice in a century, and I must admit that over those centuries I have gotten quite <em>fond</em> of its physical sensations, although until <em>you</em> I had only ever had sex with mortals. Where I am from, any other <em>magical</em> beings are quite... hard to find, unless you seek a wizard or a hag…” Her lips pressed together as she rested her toned legs on either side of his big hips. “My true form is meant for flight and war, whereas this one…” Cleo did a little turn of her shoulders to show off her naked, human form, before snapping at another chocolate with a big, satisfied grin. She kept the bowl of sweets between them, unwilling to let it go even though Spade was still inside of her and she was certainly a naked mess. The phoenix had begun to <em>nest</em> and she needed to acquire many nice things, including these chocolates. “Now, if you... Shall we say, <em>leave</em> your divine, <em>enthralling</em> cock in my pussy any longer, I <em>will</em> cum again,” the fiery bird offered, still eating more chocolates, “but you have <em>other</em> visitors to attend to, Spade. If my Sun summons my departure, it will not be until the early hours of the morning.” The Phoenix rewarded him with much information at once. That she wished to find another Phoenix like her, that she fancied marathon sex and multiple orgasms, and that she would stay here, at the Green Lion Inn, for at least another half-day. Knowledge was something else she promised him by way of payment. Knowledge and… <em>discovery</em>. <br><br>“Speaking of… these chocolates you made are simply wonderful. Even my solar flame doesn’t cause them to melt too early,” she beamed at Spade, a little awkwardly, before stuffing another chocolate into her round, pink cheeks.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>30-08-2021, 04:23:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSf7TRRwO-59oGe6X0W_KMWposlUtmPi_Rp0Q&amp;usqp=CAU) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> open, Cyric<br></em><hr><br>"If you drink enough, alcohol solves all life's problems eventually, right?" She groused, though she did nod thanks for the drink. Apparently she didn't particularly want to be in a better mood, wrinkling her nose at the glass as if scolding it for something, But continuing to sip it.<br><br>"Ahh, one of those. Oneiroison. Incubi. Eh." She muttered.&nbsp; Taking a drink, the blonde stared past the boy, thoughts, mostly. "Well congratulations on becoming a real boy. Careful what you wish for though, everything has strings attached and sometimes you don't realize exactly how much poison blessings can hold till it's far too late." Clearing at the glass, her expression seemed highly accusing, as if all the many problems in her life were the fault of either the glass or the liquid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>01-09-2021, 21:24:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lotus.paheal.net/_images/903244eec0d348169fc1c8fa3491e9e6/181394%20-%20Heroine%20Larc%20Legend_of_Mana%20Seiken_Densetsu.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>She was already filled to stretching from the wolfman's natural size...which meant it didn't seem like a release of cum could possibly have anywhere to go, especially not one of prodigious volume...save perhaps maybe filling the womb itself...<br><br>But the sensation was unmistakeable: the throb of the invading cock, the g-spot-punching blast of the released seed, and the tingly sensation of squishing as the ramming cock packed its jizz in tighter with the thrusts. Lise's eyes were bulging in wonder...it almost felt like they were bulging because the pressure inside her body was so great from being filled to bursting with jizz!<br><br>She was helpless, riding out the throes of her own orgasm, going weak-kneed...it was a good thing she was being held and pulled on, or she might've just limply fallen down into the water.<br><br>She pushed her ass back against the thrusting wolfman, and then she swayed her hips forward so that she could push back yet again....she did that several more times, riding out their orgasms. But once, she pulled forward too far, and the bulbous head of the cock sprang out of her with a brief pain-pleasure sensation and a wet audible POP.<br><br>And when she pushed her ass back yet again, she'd sagged an inch lower from her own exhaustion. Instead of mashing her pussy lips back against the cock head, it was the pink star of her ass. She felt a sudden stretching, even ripping, sensation, as the force of the thrusts sent the impossibly-girthsome cock head bursting and breaking through the tight ring of her sphincter. Her anus was impaled, and after the initial breach, it was comparatively 'easy' - but still an overwhelming cocktail of pleasure and pain - for the organ to impale the depths of her anal orifice. Lise screamed, "Ohhhhhh Mana Goddess!!!! Oh my Goddess!!!....It's OK, my...my wolfman, my alpha, my pack leader, my alpha! Deflower and claim my ass!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>02-09-2021, 22:57:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Path outside the Green Lion/amidst the back gardens<br><strong>Action:</strong> Relieving some pressure with Lise<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Igor always loved the blissful rush of release. His climax was as explosive as always his massive meat had already stuffed the woman full. But his seed filled what little space Lise had left. So much was dumped in the first few seconds of orgasm that in no time he was feeling his own seed splashing back on his groin. His head lifted high and he let out a deep beastial howl as he pulled the woman flush to his body so as much of his seed went into his new chosen mate.<br><br>He was so lost in the pleasure and the woman's screams that he didn't come down from his sexual high until he felt himself pop out of the woman tightness. The sudden cold making his body shiver, but it was quickly rectified by his return to Lise's body only it wasn't to the hot sloppy, cum-filled bliss of her womanhood. Instead her body sagged down a little and when she tried to thrust back onto his manhood his head invaded an even tighter hole<br><br>He'd never been a fan of anal, and giving the choice he would've avoided it entirely, but he was still drunk on the sexual high of fucking the blond woman. So when his dick slipped inside of the woman's ass the pain was instant and the massive size difference stopped his head dead inside of her ass dumping the last of his climax into her backdoor being unable to get any deeper inside. It only lasted a few longer seconds before he was fully spent then with some effort he managed to pull his large swollen head out of Lise's ass and looped his hand around to cradle her slightly cum bloated belly and slowly carried her from the water and dropped her onto the grassy bank before crawling slowly over the woman his large throbbing manhood dripping cum down her ass, back, as he leaned down and gently bit Lise on her shoulder leaving a slight but noticeable mark on her soft flesh, marking her as his mate now. While the mark would only mean anything to another Werewolf, it just felt right especially considering she might be carrying his pups after all this. "You..are...now...being...breeding...bitch." He growled in her ear before he crawled over her some cum dripping into her hair as he rolled to his back sighing in the sun clean of the sap and flush with satiated release. <br><br>He enjoyed fucking this Lise woman and he had no clue when he would be able to make it home. So having a marked woman here would be the best choice he could make in his current state. He loved listening to her call him Alpha and Pack Leader no sexier words can be spoken to one like him. And as he looked at the cum covered woman he was glad he had decided to come save her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>02-09-2021, 23:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>Lise moaned softly when she felt the bite...a pleasurable sort of pain, it felt like it would leave a mark without being an injury per se, sort of like the scar-tattoos practiced by some tribes. She knelt weakly, panting and head bowed, processing the words. She murmur-moaned, "Yes, Mister Alpha Sir...I am...your...bitch...for pleasure...breeding...serving...cleaning...whatever...desired...."<br><br>She adjusted herself and sat up into a more proper kneel, then she reached up and lovingly cradled and fondles the wolfman's genitalia; one hand on the heavy testicular sack and the other at the base of the shaft. She stretched her neck up straight, and began to lick the underside of the shaft. She muttered, "Got you dirty...with my ass...guess the river took care of most of it, but only fair that...I should clean you...with my mouth..." Realizing he was so tall that her kneeling would not be the proper way to render oral service as it might between two people of normal proportions, she stood up...still a bit weak-kneed, but steadied by having both her hands - and then her mouth - upon the massive genitals. She stretched her jaw and wrapped her pink lips around the huge meaty head of the cock...and then she began to suck. Her blonde head bobbed, her eyes closed, her cheeks went hollow, and she slurped and tongue-massaged and fellated the massive cock that had just been inside her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>03-09-2021, 01:18:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Green Lion/besides a stream<br><strong>Action:</strong> Finishing up being cleaned by Lise.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Deeply impressed with how quickly and eagerly Lise pledged herself to being his fucktoy. This was a very good sign for him, were Lise a true born Wolf he'd be taking her back to the village to present to his Alpha to admit her to the tribe as his newest broodmare. Luckily or unluckily for Lise a True Born cannot turn another into a Lycan by biting. For True Wolves it is in the blood it's not a disease to spread, those are how Loup Garous are made, half starved looking wretches bound like a slave to the moon cycles. No, the only way Lise could become a wolf would be if she ingested Igor's own blood or possibly from carrying his pups, but that second means has yet to be tested by his Pack. Though some of the more modern Packs might've had such instances.<br><br>Either way as he saw how she struggled to take his massive member into her mouth he pulled her off and sat down upon the grass. <em>"Zdes' budet proshche."</em> He said huskily in Russian before planting her mouth fully back upon his member pushing her about half way down the entire length.&nbsp; "Da, this is being much easy...be cleaning well Breed Bitch." He grunted the cock still mostly hard and throbbing against the woman's tongue and lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>03-09-2021, 02:01:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bank of a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Mouthing off<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>Lise gratefully shifted to the new position; as weak-kneed as she'd gotten from the royal fucking, having Igor sitting meant that she was able to go back to her knees, and plant her palms to the grass as well. She steadied herself as her blonde head was guided back down by the wolfman to his distended dick, whence Lise wrapped her lips. She made a glugging, choking and gagging sound - but one of incredible arousal and pleasure - as he pushed her head down and her mouth was impaled on a great length of his shaft. She was quite grateful for the mouthfucking thrust, as she burned badly with a desire to pleasure him orally, but she'd been having some trouble getting her mouth around such girth by herself. Suddenly her mouth and throat were filled with wolfman cock. Her eyes watered, and her cheeks hollowed again, as she resumed a slurpy cocksucking rhythm. Blonde head bobbed, breasts swayed underneath her bent-over body, as she fellated and worshipped the cock, even as her other orifices still dripped with cum.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>03-09-2021, 04:55:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Green Lion/besides a stream<br><strong>Action:</strong> Finishing up being cleaned by Lise.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>All Igor could do was let out a low growling sighing as the woman went back to sucking him like a true pro. Where had this human learned such fine fucking skills? He must ask her once they have both worked out all their lusts and could think like civilized people again instead of sex crazed beasts, although he had always been this way. Still he couldn't speak with a woman that was choking on his cock.<br><br>Keeping his hand upon the back of her head his lg began kicking up and down as he felt his pleasure building up again. Virility was never the problem nor could he ever be accused of having an erectile dysfunction. But getting such a mind blowing oral treatment so soon after having emptied his entire sack into Lise's vagina and ass might even be pushing it for him. Blowjobs were never a common thing among his tribe, breeding was so important anything that didn't end with a dick dumping cum into a womb was bordering on being considered selfish and an enemy to his people. So he only ever got to experience this position when he was out traveling, he yanked the woman's hair gently continuing to guide her head up and down. "I am thinking...this...is being...more messy...than cleaning...but I am...loving it much." He sighed again leaning back on his elbow pulling the woman closer to his manhood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 02:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bank of a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Mouthing off<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>Lise slip'n'slid her lips up and down, up and down, up and down the long long shaft of the woflman. She huffed and she puffed and she blew his cock, going down on the beastman with gusto. "Mmmmmmghmmmmpffff..." was the only reply she could manage to his spoken musing; her mouth was far too crammed and stretched with primal cock to form true words. <br><br>She did briefly slide her mouth off him, to lick the length of his shaft while she stroked it and replied, "True, true...I'll try to swallow everything you give me so it's as neat as I can make it...plus, sucking you off is just making me strangely hungry and thirsty. Oh Mana Goddess, I want to know what your cum tastes like in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat..."<br><br>She vacuumed his swollen testicular sack into her mouth for a moment, and massaged it around in there, swirling and licking, teabagging herself like some fallen soldier suffering a humiliating homoerotic defeat on a distant battlefield...but right here and right now, Lise heeded the call of duty to give good head, pleasuring the oversized genitalia with her mouth, her sweaty blonde hair swaying about like an angelic halo above her hollow-cheeked face. Soon she licked her way back up the long shaft to mouth the head again (as promised, she wanted to make sure she had him aimed down her throat before he came), and she worked her mouth down and around him once more....she'd gotten her jaw nice and loosened up, and learned the best angle, and she was able to take a considerable length of cock into her mouth now. Her eyes watered and her nostrils flared as she got her dicksucking rhythm back, furiously bouncing her own head in his lap.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>13-09-2021, 02:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Green Lion/besides a stream<br><strong>Action:</strong> Finishing up being cleaned by Lise.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>So soon after one explosive orgasm, Igor did not have the same willpower and control he normally would have. Usually if he tried to get a could couple of hours out of a mating session before reaching his own climax. But Lise's eagerness at being debased and used like a cum doll alongside already being super sensitive already had the big wolfman at the edge of another climax. His claws tangled through her long blond hair and his hips gyrated in time with her frantic sucking. <br><br>He needed to keep this one locked up for his own uses. The thought of sharing such a wild cock puppet just made his head swim she needed to be at the call of his desires whenever they struck him. He would leave her so covered and or full of cum she'd never be able to dress again. The lust beast in his brain wanted to keep her permanently attached to his loins and honestly it seemed like she might be happy to fill such a role as his own personal fuck toy. But the small civilized part of his mind told him he was still a stranger in a strange place and there was bound to be something going on around here that would require his full attention and not have him constantly lost in seas of pleasure from Lise's eager holes pleasing him at all times. He would try to quell her desires after this last thing, but for now his core tightened and his climax arrived. Pressing the woman's face flush to his shaft the big Russian let out another beastial howl and pushed his shaft into the woman's throat dumping yet another huge load into her small plush body. Panting heavily his hips twitched quickly each movement sending a thick jet of cum directly into Lise's stomach casing it to bloat a little bit more as this load joined the last. His tongue hung from his mouth as the mind blowing pleasure rocked his massive frame for the few seconds his climax lasted before with an almost exhausted pant he fell back onto the grass his shaft falling from Lise's mouth just as the last couple spurts coated her face and breasts before it was all gone and Igor lay on his back head spinning and chest heaving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>15-09-2021, 22:47:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bank of a stream<br><strong>Action</strong>: Mouthing off<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: nude<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br><hr><br>"Nggfff....mffffpff.....hrrrffffff!!!!!" That was about all Lise was capable of saying with the monstrous cock rammed down her throat and filling her mouth. She felt its violent convulsions, and the heavy sensation of a firehose of cum blasting straight down; she already had him deepthroated, so straight to her stomach went much of the load. As the recipient of the oral pleasure began to pull back, Lise could some in her mouth too, though....the taste was incredible; savory, musky, salty, and rich. And then he popped out of her wide-stretched mouth, and painted her face and breasts like a glazed strudle.<br><br>"Oh Goddess!" it made her exclaim. The idea of getting bathed in his cum after swallowing it was so erotic that, with a single touch of her fingertip down below, Lise had herself orgasming as well, quivering where she knelt. "Thank you, Master, for your cum. It's filling, it tastes wonderful, and I love the way the sunlight glistens off the white beads and ropes you've painted upon my tits."<br><br>She went back to and leaned over the water edge, to see her reflection and see the facial he had given her as well. "I think I shall swallow every drop..." she used her fingertips to swipe it from her skin, sucking her own fingers, drinking it all down. "It's incredible...I doubt I'll even need dinner! But speaking of which, I bet you could use a drink or a bite after draining yourself of so much rich seed...perhaps there is something I could serve you at the tavern proper?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>16-09-2021, 00:47:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Green Lion/besides a stream<br><strong>Action:</strong> Finishing up being cleaned by Lise.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>The big Russian couldn't help, but laugh as he lay still twitching on the grass. "How are you being so..bouncy...after all that?" Igor had never come across a female so quick to recover from not one, not two, but three good fuckings. Lise must be part Nymph or Succubus he was sure of it. Aas those are the only two creatures in nature he couldn't think of who can recover so quickly. By rites she should be as tired and jelly like as him right now. But there she was licking the cum off her tits and face and asking him out for a drink.<br><br>Truly he picked the right female to keep him company at this strange inn until he can figure out a way back home...if he even wants to go back home after one mating session with Lise. Rolling to his stomach than slowly getting to his feet he nodded. "<em>Da</em>, I could be using drink. That was being first place I was going once here, but...no service." He panted planting his feet wide as he regained his motor skills from the massive pair of orgasms he just had.&nbsp; "But I am needing change first." Wobbling slightly he moved to the bank where they had entered the river and grabbed up their things. Lise's clothes and items and the ox blanket he had been using to cover himself, he would be glad to get back into his own clothes at the tavern. As long as no one had stolen his items that is, he could find them again and devour the thief without a second thought...but it would be such a bother so he hoped it wasn't the case.<br><br>Once he was fully hidden from the woman he began to shift into his human form. As his warrior form would never be able to fit into the tavern. As always the change was quick and painful every inch of his body ripped, broke up and reforged into the much smaller form of a stout and deeply scarred man. Panting he willed the pain down and worked the ox blanket into a proper kilt with some ripped hemlines and vines. It would suffice until he got his own clothes again, picked up Lise's items he returned to her half expecting his new form to surprise or even frighten her. It was the reaction he usually got when showing a new form to someone, but he kept an easy smile on his face and handed the blond her items. "Here are you being." He nodded placing her clothes and bag at her feet before stepping back to stretch out his stiff limbs, he felt it might rain later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>29-09-2021, 01:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bank of a stream -&gt; Green Lion Pub bar area proper<br><strong>Action</strong>: Mout<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: as pictured (with a just-river-washed texture to the clothes)<br><strong>Music</strong>: Beach Boys - Good Vibrations (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eab_beh07HU)<br><strong>References</strong>: When Harry Met Sally - I'll have what she's having (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pQgbEEFPq0)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor, Cassandra, Cyric<br><br><hr><br>"Wow," Lise looked the 'new' Igor up and down, "You're pretty impressive lookin' even when you're not a wolf-giant-were-man-thing." She licked her lips, and raked her teeth across the lower one. "That reminds me, I'm thirsty for some good, good, good-good libations..." she sing-sang.<br><br>She put her clothes back on - taking her time and giving Igor a good show, like a striptease shown in reverse - and led him back through the gardens to the pub proper. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink. Always healthy to replenish spent fluids...you know, like the sweat from fighting that plant monster..."<br><br>At the bar, she nodded to Cyric and took a stool. She looked over at Cassandra's drink and told Cyric, "I'll have what she's having."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>29-09-2021, 03:34:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Finally getting a drink<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dressed as above in his human form<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise,Cassandra, Cyric, OPEN<br><br>Once more surprised by Lise's sheer sexual energy Igor watched the reverse striptease with exhausted earnest. It would take him a bit to get his breath back but if this little woman was so quick and eager for another fucking he could happily provide at least one more. Luckily once she was dressed they were on their way back to the pub where hopefully either Igor's carved whale bone was still on the counter or a nice chilled vodka was in it's place.<br><br>But first thing was first...he needed to get into a set of proper clothes. Even if he doubted this realm was as prudish as some places he's been, he still did not wish to walk around this place wearing only an old oxcloth around his waist. Following easily behind the woman amused at how much taller she was than him in his human form. She was 5'10 he'd guess, tall for most species of woman, human or no. He was only 5'6 in this form, shorter than most species aside from some <em>skazochnyy</em> or wee folk as those in Britain call them.&nbsp; <br><br>He was sure it would be equally amusing if any of the other patrons at this inn see them together or possibly see them fulfilling the woman's seemingly insatiable sexual appetites. He had little issue with having sex in public and something told him Lise didn't mind much either. Upon arriving at the Inn, Igor was very pleased to find all his items as well as his whale bone were still right where he left them. Leaving his new breeding bitch's side he gathered up his items and moved into the first empty room he could find. At first he thought it would just be a restroom or randomly placed storage closet. But the room...reacted to him like a living thing, as soon as he stepped through the door the whole place turned into a nearly perfect recreation of his lodge back in his pack's lands. Perfect in every way...except the smell, not even the best magic can properly imitate the breath of Father Winter to those who grew up with it. It was like the first breath of the wind at the very beginning of time. Older than this Inn and likely older than it's owner, it wasn't home, but it would do. Taking the unspoken hint that this room was now his, Igor dropped his gear down besides the bed roll and dressed in his furs and leathers. He contemplated putting on the metal bits of his armor as well, but his instincts told him he wouldn't need the. So with everything on and in place he returned to the bar and sat besides Lise picking up his carved bone waving it at the young man behind the bar, hoping he was the long lost drink server. <em>Moy yunyy drug!</em> I would be liking glass of vodka. I am still having no coin, but bone will be paying enough." He clacked the heavy item down on the counter for emphasis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>13-10-2021, 19:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSf7TRRwO-59oGe6X0W_KMWposlUtmPi_Rp0Q&amp;usqp=CAU) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>&nbsp; Pictured<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Lise /open, Cyric, Igor<br></em><hr><br>The rather alcohol sodden blonde looked up, bleary-eyed and a little wavy, at the sudden influx of people. The man was big and smelly, not at all interesting. He seemed more muscle than brain, though at 6 inches taller than herself, perhaps slightly too large to be classified as a dwarf.&nbsp; <em> Oh dear gods above and below, he's actually waving around a bone like it makes him important! Athena, save me from your brother's followers. I dealt with enough of those meatheads in the bronze age, I can only imagine it's worse with somebody from the stone age!</em> Perhaps bizarrely, since she entirely lacked any care for males and the type of antics they might get on together, Cassandra was briefly picturing pretty boy bartender band dude struggling with Muscles McBoney for dominance, as it were.<br><br><br>But the lady on the other hand, was <em>cute!</em> Super cute,&nbsp; perhaps bordering on gorgeous. Especially with those superb, gorgeous eyes. "It tastes like a happy memory.." She drawled softly, pushing the bottle of shiny golden liquid towards the other woman. "Of course that can be a completely dangerous double edged sword, so I recommend drinking with caution." The woman said portentously. Her accent was impossible to pin down, having elements of a dozen different Earth cultures, and it was even drifting between the two sentences.<br><br>"Ahh, sorry. Ignore that. I'm in a mood. The drink is just fine. I'm Cassandra." She gave a moderately happy smile to the other woman, only somewhat forced, her general demeanor visibly attempting to be lifted into pleasant company. Wouldn't do to scare off the first interesting person she'd&nbsp; seen in a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>28-10-2021, 06:00:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>Spade respected the air of pride that he received from Cleo and her gifts that allowed her a unique taste of freedom. She was part of something older than most living beings and tied closely with the conception of Life overall. The giving Sun – fiery and majestic and she was a special little drop of it, or rather like a warm and radiant fountain of its glorious rays. He smirked when he saw the signs of recognition on her angelic face when he kept his cock hard inside of her slick pussy. She arched in his hands, and he kept her pressed against him so he could feel her tender breasts against his muscular chest. No words had to be exchanged between them for her to learn the effects of his magic first-hand. When he found a lover that he was particularly fond of, he did his best to show off for them. It was safe to assume that Cleo had captured his imagination and attention instantly so he would show her the wonders that she had been missing out on before she arrived at his Inn. Though he could have softened by now and slowed down the pace of their time together, they share too many passions. He felt like he had more he could learn from her and more to discover together. Their gazes met and she was guiding his vision down her petite frame to show off more for him, the sweet nymph that she was turning out to be. <br><br>She played with her tender clit with such need that he felt it through his thighs. The way she rubbed it while his erection stayed buried inside of her. He loved that she was still energetic despite everything that had led up to this point. She approached her third orgasm and then splashed his lap with another coat of their mixed mess. She said it was just for him and his manhood throbbed against her dripping warm walls in response. He felt how hard her nipples were against his marbled skin and he could not resist reaching up and playing with them some more. Then she tasted him like the good girl she was, and he enjoyed the visual of her bringing her dainty, sticky fingers to her pink lips to clean them up. It had been a long time since anyone could keep up with him the way she was doing. It was hard to blame him for wanting to spend all his free time with someone as fun and lovely as her. It wasn’t just that he was fascinated with her but that she was the type of company that he wanted to appreciate while the moment lasted. There was no telling how many lifetimes it would be until he got another opportunity like this one. The Inn was a special place and would always be there for those looking for it, but he understood that it could never be a permanent solution for everyone. Especially someone who symbolized pure freedom and exploration such as her. <br><br>The silence between them was far from awkward – it was tranquil and intimate. Ears perked at the sound of her heart song, and he committed it to memory. The cadence of her thuds was coded in his mind, and he closed his eyes to savor the music. Their magic mingled in the air around them as the candles stayed lit and afloat, following along with what she desired. Spade found it impossible to be tired after an experience like that, but he stayed quiet and enjoyed the moment. Then Cleo propped herself up on his lap and reached for the plate of chocolates. <br><br>“I’ll take you up on that offer for as long as you’ll be around,” the Innkeeper smiled as he was never shy about receiving praise and compliments. As she had noticed, he enjoyed it quite a lot – and since she had been so good for him, his throbbing cock stayed hard and ready inside of her sweet and tight pussy. “Hm, only once or twice in that long? So, you must have seen many different times and places. But never any other magical beings but hags and wizards? Oh, it would be hard for someone like me to blend into a place like that. I’ve tried it before, but the rarer the magical being, the stronger the effects of that being’s magic are on that plane of existence. Not all beings, but many of them, especially those odd ones like myself who have been around for a peculiarly long time.” He did not mind her nibbling away at the treats he had summoned for her. But then she mentioned cumming again and while he did have other visitors, he was sure they would not mind waiting a little longer for his company. She was one of his visitors too and she had confessed how much she liked her orgasms. Along with her other goals that he would happily help her with, not that they did not have the time. But he believed there was no better moment than the present. “I’ll go take care of them in a bit. But I want to take care of you some more, sweetheart,” he muttered before bringing her down in his lap again. This time his strokes were slow and steady, letting her enjoy her snack while he fucked himself into her tight pussy from below with precise motions. One hand stayed around her hip to guide her movement. The other laid against her chest so he could grope and squeeze her perky breasts some more. “How about one more good climax for me? Since you’re giving me all these great compliments and being so generous with your payments. We can clean ourselves off later if you’d like.” <br><br>She mentioned the chocolates that he made and beamed proudly. He did not often make treats and infuse them with his magic, but he was glad they were proving to be delicious. She looked so cute eating her chocolates even though he was still inside of her determined to make her cum once more in his lap. He was shameless in his approach and in his head, he was simply being an accommodable host even if he was thoroughly enjoying himself and learning more about a being that amazed him. His steel-hard quivered against her soft walls as he thrusted into her and allowed her to ride him every time, she came down to press her bottom against his thighs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>28-10-2021, 06:13:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/36/71/303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cyric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15963082#msg15963082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Serving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tee shirt with gray clouds pattern, jeans, white sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassandra, Igor, Lise<br><hr>Cyric thanked Cassandra for her congratulations though she still seemed disappointed with her drink or with the state of how things had played out in her life. He felt like he was being more of a bother than anything else, so he kept quiet. Spade often told him to do that if he wanted to. He did not always need to talk and fill the air the way the Innkeeper did. But he did smile when he was joined by two other patrons, and he was more than happy to take the bone that Igor offered him in exchange for a drink. In this corner of space-time, anything for payment was fine. Money did not hold the same weight it did here that it did in the mortal realms. Odd concepts, but not odd for a boy who had stepped out of a dream made flesh and bone. <br><br>He first poured a drink for Lise, as the two knew each other in passing but never talked much (again, that was his doing). The same that he had poured for Cassandra and her explanation of a happy memory seemed to fit the bill quite well. The golden wine was distilled for the purpose of spreading warmth and joy, but not everyone wanted that – he should have been more attentive. He looked to Igor next and poured him his glass of vodka from a bottle that looked like it could crack at any moment. But arcane brewing flowed through the clear liquid and nothing of the sort happened as the server poured it into its vessel. He took the bone in exchange and it disappeared under the counter before he went back to sip from his personal beverage in silence. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>04-11-2021, 03:00:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Finally getting a drink<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dressed as above in his human form<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise, Cassandra, Cyric, OPEN<br><br>Immediately Igor sensed hostility from the blond woman at the bar. She seemed an old soul of some kind and blatantly prejudicial without even trying. The Russian made a mental note to avoid her, and the way she looked at Lise told him she might have her eyes set on his new breeding bitch now as well. That would be an interesting situation to handle, despite his pack's encouraging multiple pairings to maximize the chance of producing offspring. A pair is considered "exclusive" until they produce live young then the pups join the Pack's nursery and the parents can get back into the mating circles.<br><br>He still wasn't sure if he and Lise could even produce children, but that didn't stop him from feeling a little bit possessive of his eager little fuck toy already. Quelling the thoughts for now though he picked up the vodka the young <em>mal'chik</em> gave him in exchange for the whale bone he brought. First he smelled the clear liquid it made his eyes water which was a good sign, he picked the glass up and felt that it was unusually chilled. More magic no doubt, seems magic was more than just what made this place...magic was this place. He would be quite eager to meet the owner of the Green Lion soon. They were likely a God of some kind to be so powerful and complex in their creation, this place was even possibly at the nexus of some ley lines or the like, free magic to pull from for as long as life exists.<br><br>Lifting the glass to his lips he took a long sip of it. It burned so nicely and exploded like a forest fire in his stomach. Smacking his lips the wolfman laughed nodding to the young man behind the bar. <em>"Eto ochen' khorosho, eto volshebstvo?"</em> He shouted in Russian taking another pull. "This is being good, is magic yes?" He asked swirling the drink around the glass watching it nearly shimmer in the light of the Inn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>himawari</strong> on <strong>05-11-2021, 02:46:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.hdqwalls.com/download/anime-girl-by-wlop-kd-1080x2160.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Caoimhe Ó Ceanndubháin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15736486#msg15736486)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Roaming around the tavern<br><strong>Action</strong>: Doing her job<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Barmaid uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8c/a0/bd/8ca0bd392fad81649d2efe2871f6f503.png) and her magic inhibiting bracelet (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0223/9193/products/IMG_2449_153a47fd-85be-49ed-903b-a78e1a1ada4a.jpg?v=1540321632)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Igor, Lise, Cassandra, Cyric<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Caoimhe was doing her usual rounds in bringing drinks. Tonight seemed busier than usual. It made her wondered if the planets had aligned or was it the stars? Who knows. She did her best to keep up with the orders. The barmaid with her tray of drinks maneuvered over drunk men and women before settling her tray down in front of a larger group. She had brought another round of drinks for them. She gave everyone a shy smile as she started placing the drinks on the table in front of them.<br><br>"<strong>I've brought more drinks.</strong>" She said in a soft voice. She still needed time to warm up to bigger groups of people. Especially when there is a huge burly man being really loud. "<strong>If you have any more orders, do not hesitate to call on Caoimhe. I'll be happy to serve you with your requests</strong>."<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>06-11-2021, 03:38:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K0d4xNz.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong>&nbsp; Completing her... First payment to the Inn Keeper&nbsp; :P<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Spade was a magical being of mystery, though as the moments passed on, less and less so. It was certainly clear that he wanted to dazzle the young phoenix, both with his stories and his aged, pristine body. He was rather relentless, but compassionate all the same. The sparks in her eyes flickered, then grew in surprise, as her Inn Keeper suddenly pulled her into his sculpted lap for yet <em>another</em> orgasm. “Y-yes!” Cleo stuttered and shrieked happily, before she tried to collect herself as best she could, in rhythm to his slow, continuous thrusts. “Yes… Yes, my Sun only allows me to take this human form a few times every hundred years, or so. But…” she took a sharp breath inward, and quickly turned and placed the bowl of remaining chocolates behind her on the table. Her tongue swirled in her blushing, sun-kissed cheeks, savoring one last taste of Spade's sweets before moving her hands down, down her long hair, and giving it a gentle shake while Spade kept fucking her wet, hot pussy. <em>Yes, yes, yes!</em><br><br>“Th-<em>huh</em>-is-This form,” the Phoenix cooed desperately, “is a reward — a reward for my devotion to my Sun — so for many years, in the beginning of my long life, I could not change form. I had to remain in my fiery phoenix feathers, protecting mortals, but never getting too close with my flame, of course…” Cleo then dropped her dainty hands, rested them on Spade's shoulders, and <em>slapped</em> her youthful bottom down, onto his wide, marble thighs with each of his edging thrusts, causing his thick cock to fill her completely each time. <em>Slap, slap, slap!</em> The delicious, naughty sound echoed through the enchanted booth they fucked in.<br><br> “<em>Mmm</em> ~ For a while, I-I was fine with simply watching them, the mortals, because they are so beautiful and fragile, but… I... Well, then I happened to watch them pleasure each other, Spade. With their hands, and their mouths and their sexes, I had never seen anything like it.” Still, holding onto his very firm shoulders, she pushed her swollen breasts into his arm, into his grasp as she humped his lusty cock vigorously. “Over and over,” Cleo bit her lip as she stared up into Spade’s wonderous eyes, “I watched them touch, and rub and fuck each other until they sang and quaked and released and I was so aroused, Spade, I needed to be touched too, I wanted to be touched so badly, I-I was so aroused I thought I might burn away.  <br><br>So… when I take this form now, I have a great deal of shameless sex. With men… <em>and</em> women… and now, I suppose, with magical beings too…” She tucked her head into her shoulder sweetly before gazing down, unabashedly, and watching Spade slowly slide in and out of her boiling, aching pussy as she continued to <em>ride</em> him with wild, spirited determination. “Though,” Cleo cooed again, and bore romantically back up at him, “I do fear that you are spoiling me, Spade, for no mortal has managed to stay inside of my unbearably hot, immortal pussy this long.” She chewed on her bottom lip, then nipped at his chin. Her mouth smelled sweet and warm, like his chocolates. “Aren’t I a <em>pretty</em> bird when I’m full of your hard, glorious cock, Spade? Tell me I’m a pretty bird, and I’ll cum for you. Pretty birds love to cum, Spade, so mu-<em>huh</em>-ch.” Cleo was as playful as ever, but more serious now. Even while Spade fucked her another time, she was still unbearably horny from waiting for so long before they met.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>13-11-2021, 02:06:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Bar!<br><strong>Action</strong>: Drink, cha-la-la, drink<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: as pictured (with a just-river-washed texture to the clothes)<br><strong>Music</strong>: Beach Boys - Good Vibrations (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eab_beh07HU)<br><strong>References</strong>: When Harry Met Sally - I'll have what she's having (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pQgbEEFPq0)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor, Cassandra, Cyric, Caoimhe Ó Ceanndubháin<br><br><hr><br>"Oh I love drinking with caution. Too bad caution doesn't love drinking with me! Always dashes and leaves me with the bill...totaling one hangover" Lise answered Cassandra, "Happy memories are tasty...so is making new ones..."<br><br>Her eyes twinkled as Cyric poured her one, light refracting through the liquid in golden hues. She took it up, "Cheers to...uh...some clever saying or something..." swirling the liquid and watching light continue to play off it, almost like looking into a kaleidoscope. She took a dainty sniff of its aroma, and then a hearty-and-not-so-dainty sip that became a gulp. <br><br>Her eyes semi-subtly followed Caoimhe, and she even flicked her gaze to Igor and gave him a 'hey, check her out, you might like' smirk/head-tilt before looking back. She decided to take the barmaid up on her offer, even though it didn't seem made to 'her' group specifically and they of course had the very able bartender Cyric himself. "Oh, I won't hesitate...at least not once I've had enough liquid inhibition-droppers! I'll have a-"<br><br>She hesitated for a moment (ironically given what she'd just said) as she noticed her own half-full glass (Lise was an optimist) and promptly dunked the second half down her gullet. "Since I'm in need of a drink, I'll have a...well I got one recommendation and it was a good one," she indicated Cassandra faintly, "So now I'll try yours. What would you suggest...what's popular tonight? Maybe something that tastes like...like curiosity." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-11-2021, 02:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Great Room<br><strong>Action</strong>: <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Caoimhe<br><br>Araxis eventually worked his way back down from the staircase, once more searching his eyes over the area.&nbsp; He’d grown himself a new suit coat to be once more properly dressed, and was content to search around for a bit.<br><br>That was, until he heard the mention of drinks.<br><br>Descending the staircase, Araxis glanced down at her, taking the time to look over.&nbsp; A slightly predatory smile explained that he liked what he saw, and even if he was used to simply taking what he wanted, this place amused him and interested him enough to play by the rules for the time being.<br><br>“Tell me about the drinks here.”&nbsp; It didn’t take him long to work his way over to her, fetching some more gold from a pouch.&nbsp; “I’ve had rum and wine before.”&nbsp; He was certainly curious to learn what other options could be available.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>12-12-2021, 05:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Retiring for the night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dressed as above in his human form<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise and OPEN<br><br>Igor watched as patrons seemed to come to life and wander through the taproom of the Green Lion Inn. It was becoming a little bit crowded for his liking even if the woman Lise had hinted at him checking out was quite sensual and lovely, he would wait until things quieted down before thinking about claiming her. Besides there were still the strange feeling of taking another mate before his current mate his pregnant that didn't sit well with him. <br><br>Maybe after spending more time around this strange nexus of time and magic he would bring the pretty little Caoimhe to his furs. So far Lise was turning out to be more than enough to satiate any lusts he might have. She was a fine breeding bitch and Igor would be content with keeping her around for now. Standing up from his stool he took his glass of vodka with him and felt the long road he had traveled before stumbling into this inn resting heavily upon his shoulders. "I am wishing you all good night, it is being time for old <em>volk</em> to be hitting hay bale. <em>Proshchayte druz'ya.</em>" He smiled to the people and placed a hand on Lise's bare shoulder dragging one of his nails along the flesh signalling her to follow if she wished as he passed, but he didn't not wait to see if she did. She could stay out and drink all she wanted and he was sure she had a house or room of her own somewhere in or around the Green Lion that she could go to. But she did call herself his breeding bitch so might as well show her he would happily share his bed with her being it fucking or not.<br><br>Entering the room the wolf man let out a deeply tired sigh. Despite being a pack animal Igor was never one for crowds, even among his clan he sought out solitude when the weather permitted. Wandering among the desolation of Father Winter's Kingdom listening to him still trying to woo mother earth back to their marital bed. He felt more connected to the Spirits of the Winter on his own, he could hear the song of the glaciers and listen to the stories of the lonely forests clearly then. This magical room did help him feel more at ease than out in the tavern, but he knew the blizzard outside was only there for show and the gently sighing wind was like a record stuck on repeat. Just there for the ambiance and noise, still as he placed the vodka down upon the rough-hewn wooden desk and began stripping out of his clothing he allowed the small promise of home to occupy his mind as he readied for bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>14-12-2021, 22:24:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>It was obvious that Spade was getting more comfortable with the lovely Phoenix, letting her unravel the mystery of who and what he was at her own pace. It was true that he wanted to dazzle her, and he seemed to be doing that well enough. She was right to assume that he was relentless, and it must have been more than a coincidence that they ended up meeting here in this little corner of the multiverse. He grinned at her pleasant surprise when he pulled her gorgeous frame into her lap again for another passionate round of her riding his heavy cock. If she wanted to run a marathon with him, he had more than enough passion and energy to spare so that they could make it happen. And he would not turn down the opportunity either since there were so few beings out there that could keep up with him like this. He listened as she explained more of herself to him, told him how her Sun limited her form so she had to make the most of it when she could. It turned him on that they were on something of a time limit, though he did not think about time the way others did. So, he continued to thrust upwards while she came down on him. His massive cock pounded into her gushing little hole, throbbing against the confines of her slick walls with every thrust she took on him. <br><br>She continued to describe her life to him, and he listened actively, attentive to every fascinating detail regarding her existence and how she acquired her mortal form. She gripped onto his broad shoulders, and he raised his powerful hips when she did. The sounds of their colliding bodies continued to echo through their booth and around them, but he merely amplified the symphony every time she made her way back down to the base of his engorged shaft. They were everything he wanted to hear and more, and Cleo was keeping him both entertained and pleased; a combination that he hoped he did not have to relinquish just yet though he knew now that she would not be here forever. She talked about how she watched the mortals play with each other and how that lead to her wanting to experience the same feelings. It motivated him to fuck her senseless even more, eager to satisfy her until she was thoroughly spent. He needed to know if it was possible to tucker this gorgeous and sexy little lady out. <br><br>“Yes, it is a sight to behold, watching the mortals reproduce and please each other. I’m proud to draw and give away power from those acts. They fuel me and in turn, I encourage more of that primal desire throughout their realms and beyond.” It was a metaphysical way of explaining a little bit of how his magic worked, but even then, the wording was vague and had no real or concrete details as to how that happened or how it came to be. It was a mystery just like his age and origins; a strange blur of fact and fiction that seemed to ebb and flow around this central location that he called his home. She talked about how badly she wanted to be touched too, and how arousal claimed her the more she observed the mortals at play. She got off on watching others touch each other and it explained why the bird was so free and shameless. His massive cock twitched in approval inside of her warm pussy, quivering against the confines of her constricting walls that spread her heat throughout his chiseled marble frame. <br><br>“And women too?” he inquired with a raised brow and a devious grin, “if this is how we are together, I can’t imagine what we’d be like with a third pretty lady in between us.” The thought was as delicious as the taste of her lips before and after she had tasted his divine chocolates. She gazed down between their frames to admire the way his hung erection disappeared between her lower pink lips. She mentioned that she was spoiling him and he clearly did not mind. “And I’ll continue to spoil you because I could stay inside of this tight, hot slick pussy all day and all night long…” he admitted as he slammed into her little hole some more while she rode him eagerly. “You’re such a pretty little bird, Cleo, so sexy when you’re riding my big hard cock…” he began singing her praises, just the way she wanted, “I want you to cum so fucking much. I want you to make my lap sticky because you can’t stop gushing for me…” he growled as he stared down at her intently, hands gripping her thighs so he forced her down into his lap whenever she tried to pull her frame away from him. "This is what you wanted, right? When you watched the mortals fuck, you wanted someone who could fuck you just as good and keep up with you, huh?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>14-12-2021, 23:01:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/36/71/303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cyric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15963082#msg15963082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar<br><strong>Action:</strong> Serving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tee shirt with gray clouds pattern, jeans, white sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Cyric watched as everyone enjoyed their drinks and downed them after he passed them around. He was glad that everyone was getting along for the most part and enjoying each other's company. He watched when Caoimhe walked over with a fresh tray of drinks and beamed at her. He was happy to have another pair of hands to help him tend to the bar, even if he did not need it. The coworkers of the Inn all got along with each other and that was part of why he loved it here so much. Everyone was nice and there was little chance of drama or disaster when they had someone as powerful and caring as Spade watching over them all. He brought his drink up to his lips again and enjoyed the alcoholic beverage while everyone went their separate ways. He stayed in his place behind the bar as he pressed an invisible button so that some light and airy music started playing throughout the wooden venue.&nbsp; Things were quieting down again but that was simply part of the cycle that the Inn undergone. Sometimes it was loud and lively and sometimes it got quiet and peaceful as everyone kept themselves busy doing other things. The teen was simply happy to be here and somewhere safe where he did not have to worry about anything stressful or dangerous. There was no place quite like the Inn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>15-12-2021, 00:06:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Bar! -&gt; room<br><strong>Action</strong>: Drink, cha-la-la, drink<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: as pictured (with a just-river-washed texture to the clothes)<br><strong>Music</strong>: Beach Boys - Good Vibrations (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eab_beh07HU)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor, Cassandra, Cyric, Caoimhe Ó Ceanndubháin<br><br>Lise let out a subtle purr under her breath when she was 'scratched', and she spared little time in gracefully following after Igor (although she did gulp down her drink of course). In the room, she helped Igor with his attire when she saw he was shedding it. She followed suit, squaring herself up and standing in view in front of him, a meaningful expression on her faec as&nbsp; she slid one red band off one shoulder and breast, then the other, letting her skirted outfit fall away and pool about her ankles. She stood naked before him, skin glistening a bit with jewel-like beads of sweat. <br><br>"I suppose I should learn the proper behaviors becoming a breeding-bitch of your pack," her voice was calm, but with a sultry, estogen-soaked moistness to it she couldn't and felt no need to hide. There was also a more literal moistness further down, and the scent filled the air of the room once she was nude. "For human women, it's usually dressing - or undressing - in a certain way, certain poses, especially the revealing of nice round breasts, hips, buttocks...or the offering of pleasure of hand or mouth..."<br><br>As a demonstration, she went to her knees before him. She reached out and began to stroke the sizeable manhood, moaning under her breath and obviously enjoying what she was doing. Then she looked up to make eye contact, pursed her lips around the head, and gave a single kiss which became a suck. She kept eye contact as she slid her lips down around him, the shaft passing between her lips and into the wetness of her mouth. She made a "mffff...mmmm.... sound as her mouth enveloped his cock. Her lips reached the base, upper lip pressing to pelvic bone and lower lip to the front of his sack. She made another vocalization of pleasure as she slowly slid her lips back up again. She grasped the re-revealed shaft, and stroked it, first in a one handed grip and then two as her lips popped off him again.<br><br>"Or would a good breeding-bitch do something more like this?"<br><br>She turned around, still on her knees, and bent over until her palms were to the floor as well. She widened her stance, exposing her slick sex between her thighs and the pink cleft between her buttocks. She wiggled them a little, and looked over her shoulder. "This breeding-bitch is in a wet heat, my Alpha." She bit and licked her lower lip, savoring the taste she'd had in her mouth just moments before, while moistness trickled down the insides of her thighs. "She is eager to serve or receiver her Alpha however - and wherever - he sees fit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>22-12-2021, 01:23:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In his room at the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> Breeding his Bitch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Naked <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Igor hadn't expected Lise to actually follow him as soon as he touched her....not that he was complaining of course. In his Pack breeders must be ready to mate at a moments notice as you never know when the next bout of trouble will find you. Be it a sudden blizzard that'll destroy the village if given the chance or lucky Hunters stumbling across the Clan lands looking for trophies and bounties. Also need to be ready to take your breeding bitch to the ground and plant some seed in her as often as possible.<br><br>And so far Lise seemed positively made for such a lifestyle. He must really ask about her life outside of his sleeping furs soon, he suspected she had some Fae blood in her. Such lust and endurance are hallmarks of those creatures, but how much, what kind, and if that was the only reason were unknowns to him. Those answers would be crucial things to know should his seed actually take root in this lithe human female. A <em>Volk </em>with Fae blood would be quite unprecedented to his knowledge, the only Fae creatures his people interacted with were those of the Winter Court. Just as beautiful and sensual as the Summer Court, but much harder to get close to and even harder to get away from once they have you. Should you ever find yourself in the bed of a Winter Fae you best just accept it and learn to live an eternity as their love slave.<br><br>Already half hard upon smelling his new bitch as she obediently followed him into his room, his shaft quickly grew to full at her little strip tease and eagerness to learn the behaviors of breeding females in the <em>Nastoyashchiy Volk</em>. And when she put her lips to his manhood and diligently pleased him with her mouth the big Russian could only give a low lusty laugh and place his hand upon her head guiding her gently to take more of him into her mouth. It was a blissful few seconds of her wonderfully hot mouth before he could find his voice again to answer her. "It is depending upon time and situation. Sometimes it is just being pleasure or reward for good hunt, male is coming home with big kill. Then female is showing appreciation by sucking out pent up seed of male swallowing it all down, as such efforts stir up the beast in men of clan and beast is dangerous when left alone too long. Then amount of clothes or how the clothes go is not being important." As she pulled off the man almost let out a low growl of annoyance at being denied, but the smell of Lise's arousal brought him back and he watched as she spun around and presented her sex to be used by him in by far his favorite position to put a female in.<br><br>Licking his lips he gladly dropped behind the woman rubbing his large rough hands over her smooth hot body. "But other times, a Breeding Bitch must simply be ready for her male to be taking her to ground and claiming her as own at any time. Usually Breeding Bitches just go without undergarments, so man can just flip skirts up and take her." He emphasis this last word by spearing Lise through her tight womanhood with his throbbing shaft filling her completely with a deep pleased growl. His hands stop on Lise's breasts massaging them softly while his fingers play with the nipples. Once his growl subsided he lifted a hand and firmly spanked the woman's plump backside making the flesh jiggle. "We are appreciating strip show and foreplay when there is being time of course." Rubbing her ass slowly he began thrusting in deep and slow bottoming out each and every time before pulling back out nearly to his tip and repeating. "But for now...just be screaming for me Breeding Bitch." He leaned over her growling low in her ear before he once more bit into her shoulder leaving another love mark alongside the others as he plunged himself again and again into Lise's eager fuck hole. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>03-02-2022, 00:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K0d4xNz.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Curtained Booth)<br><strong>ACTION:</strong>&nbsp; Completing her... First payment to the Inn Keeper&nbsp; :P<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <del>Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket</del><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade | CLOSED<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Oh — <em>Good</em> — Blessed Sun,” the Phoenix panted, slowly acknowledging that the Inn Keeper was not only still horny, but completely undeterred by exhaustion or by how many times he had orgasmed. It… was so curious, so marvelous — and not just his physique or how his impossibly thick cock kept ravaging her pussy, but the entire spell of it.<br><br>But that was just it. A spell. His... magic. The secrets that were leaving his devious lips <em>while</em> his cock thrust in and out of her pussy.<br><br>“You… this place you keep… <em>Ohhh-huh</em> ~” Cleo gasped and shuddered atop his naked lap, trying very hard not to loose herself to his godly momentum. “It is all for intimacy… for sex,” the bird panted, a smile fluttering back and forth at her <em>open</em>, pink lips, “so that you have power, always, without disrupting nature too badly, even nowww, <em>mmm-Hmm</em>~!” Cleo suddenly tumbled into his muscles from the divine pleasure he was building between her legs, and started to nip hungry at his ear, then at his neck. “Even now,” the bird softly <em>whispered</em> into his same ear, “you use your magic on me, while we fuck, because we fuck, a Man of the Sun and the Moon, because intimacy is both a beginning and an end…” her human thighs trembled then, and sloped downward onto the plush seat on either side of his legs. This caused his massive cock to slide <em>deeper</em> inside of her slick walls and the Phoenix squirmed — the floating candles hanging about them suddenly flared with new, hotter, burning flames — but he held her close. So very close.<br><br>“Spade…” Cleo panted softly into his bare chest, protesting as his mouth sung such sweet words. Sweet, naughty, and <em>true</em> words. She did want a lover, a magical one, who was just as aroused as she was. Mortals… they fucked so often, and every time Cleo watched them fuck she needed… “Oh m—<em>mm</em>—my… Dearest Spade…” her pussy began to leak down his thick, lusty cock, so close but so wet already from the Inn Keeper and his musings.&nbsp; Her heart was singing too, again, that special yet peculiar, burning rhythm that only a rare Phoenix could make. Her heart song. “Spade…” she lifted her sun-kissed nose from his firm, bare peck and gazed up at the Inn Keeper only to find his own eyes starring back, full of lust and desire. <br><br>Oh dear.<br><br>“I want…” the mythical, immortal bird began to admit, before breathing heavily from being fucked so hard. Cleo wanted many things, and so many of them were <em>not</em> what her Sun desired. Her small smile tickled at her lips a second time, as if the pretty Phoenix were considered something, some new kind of information. Then, she titled her head at him sweetly with her decision. “I want you to cum inside of me, Spade, and then cum on my breasts. My nipples are very hard for you, as you can certainly see, likely due to your… <em>spells</em>. Mmm,” she rocked her naked bottom on his lap at the mere thought of his cum coating her stiff, erect nipples, grinding her wet, throbbing walls against his restless cock and flashing her aforementioned sensitive breasts at the same time, “won’t you cum <em>on</em> me, Spade?” the bird pleaded, eyes full of fire and mischief and arousal, “Fill me first, so I can <em>feel</em> you cum inside of me again, but then I must <em>see</em> your magic cock cum on my tits. I… must…” <br><br>The Phoenix suddenly <em>moaned</em>, soft and breathless. By the Sun’s golden rays, she was going to cum! She was going to orgasm, right now! “Spade, I’m… I'm...” Cleo chirped helplessly up at him, mouth agape again, pussy still full of his cock. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>20-02-2022, 23:00:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br><strong>Location</strong>: room<br><strong>Action</strong>: howwwwwwwl<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: nada<br><strong>Music</strong>: Beach Boys - Good Vibrations (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eab_beh07HU)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br><br>She was all to eager to obey her Alpha's command to cry out. It would've been much harder not to! For as the rigid weapon breached her, Lise went cross eyed, threw her blonde head back, and howled at the ceiling. "OHH! My Alpha! My Packmaster! OHH-hooo-hooo-oooo!"<br><br>Her firm buttocks rippled under the spanks. She eagerly bounced them in a backing-up rhythm, impaling wet pink cunt around him. "Skirt! But no panties! To be at...your easy disposal...for being taken...like this!" She moaned, arlused by the idea of dressing and undressing as he commanded.<br><br>Then she was orgasming, biting her own forearm so overahelmed was she. "I'm cumming for you, my Lord! I'm your bitch in heat, always...my mouth...cunt...face...tits...all exist to recieve your seed!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>23-02-2022, 02:50:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In his room at the Green Lion<br><strong>Action:</strong> HOWWWWWWWL<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Naked <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lise<br><br>Just listening to his new bitch scream and beg for his seed was almost enough to make his tired mind and body give her the copious amounts of seed she wants. But his natural desires to make the pleasure last as long as possible forced his tightening balls to relax and hold onto their hot potent load for just a little bit longer. Giving a low pleased growl he lopped his hand around to fondle Lise's chest teasing her nipples to full erection as he continues to thrust deep and hard loving how they bounce in his rough hands. So warm and soft, it really was like her body was made for pleasure.<br><br>And as he felt her clamp tightly around him in her first wild orgasm. He corrected himself, she was made for his pleasure. This pretty little gardener was his breeding bitch he would shape her womanhood to fit only him. He would mark her body and show his ownership, and when he put pups in her she would be his forever. The thought made his already steel rod like manhood throb even harder inside of her tight insides as she began to come down from her climax. He panted slowing for a second as his hands had become sweaty from holding onto the sexy woman. Wiping them on the floor he reached a hand up and spanked Lise hard with a lusty laugh before beginning to fuck her just as deep and hard. "This is being good to know, as I am being quite pent up after long day hunting. And having a breeding bitch close by is always good." He leaned over her again pressing her nearly flat into the floor. "Especially when she is carrying little of my pups." With a deeper growl than before he begins fully ramming in and out of her this might be a quick round after all. It's very hard to resist a willing bitch in heat after all and he was sure she wouldn't stop at just having her womb pumped full of cum she might try for the hat trick again as they did by the pond earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - The Green Lion Inn (Main IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>04-05-2022, 22:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entertainment lounge inside a currently enchanted booth --&gt; Spade's bedroom<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest &amp; slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.</del><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>Perfectly compatible partners seemed to be hard to come by for the Inn Keeper and so whenever they did appear, he liked making the most of their time together. It was hard to keep track of eternity when he was timeless, and he could not remember the last lover that had excited him the way the fiery bird had done tonight. It felt like Cleo had been molded out of living flame specifically for this purpose: to be here with him and feed from the immense pleasure he could give her. She was a smart girl and was quickly learning some of the secrets behind his place and his existence. She could sense it: the way the energies of this place clashed and intertwined with each other. Creating a space separate from reality so that Spade could enjoy himself without any limitations. He rewarded Cleo’s intelligence once she voiced her observations, letting her experience more of what he was truly capable of. <br><br>She came down into his lap again and he groaned blissfully at how good it felt when her slick pink pussy squeezed around him. He could sense her squirming at how he stretched her out and throbbed against the warmth of her insides. The heat of her self-lit candles trickled against his marble skin as he worked himself into a delicious sweat. He embraced everything she gave off, drank on it like she was an intoxicating fountain of youth only for him to experience and savor. She chanted his name, and it rang alongside of her magical heart song. A sound he had never heard before but was enchanted by, borrowing from its melody to further ignite his own potent magics. Her nectar dripped along his massive and thick shaft, coating him further, making him stickier thanks to her constant releases. Their gazes met and he flashed her a brilliant smile. Those green hues sparkling with adoration and might, helping her float along the spells and incantations that subtly decorated their auras. <br><br>“Fuck, Cleo. Your little pussy feels so good, pretty bird. So wet, so tight, squeezing my big hard cock for more cum…” he murmured before he listened to her pleas again. Such sweet and soft words that he would never tire of. He wondered what else the immortal bird wanted, and with that thought, he knew that they needed another place to have their fun. As exciting and arousing as it had been fucking her for anyone to overhear, perhaps it was time for them to sneak away into some privacy. But first, there was the matter of her most current filthy desire. He pounded into her tight little hole, her petite body colliding into his lap. His huge cock squeezed and pumped its way deeper into her core again. Thudding against her from within, the angry cockhead reaching its limit and pressing against her there. Then, he realized that they were both close. Their orgasms were going to align – and he possessed the sheer will and arcane ability to make it so. “Cum for me, Cleo, and I’ll give you more cum. Then make you even messier in my bedroom,” he promised her as he appealed to her delicious tendency for marathon sex. The race was far from over for the two new lovers as the Inn Keeper found his peak again. He growled and grunted when he made it there, and once more, the man began to flood Cleo’s womb with his magically potent seed. Though they were far from finished, he allowed himself to soften, taking a moment to catch his breath and admire his sun-kissed lover beneath him. <br><br>“Now close your eyes, sweetheart,” Spade would whisper as he leaned down to plant a soft and tender kiss to her pink lips. It happened so fast: it would feel like she had melted into the cushions of their former location, only to blink and appear somewhere else entirely. Buried in a massive bed of brightly colored silk blankets and fluffy pillows, staring up at the illusion of a twinkling night sky enchanted onto the ceiling of Spade’s bedroom. Their candles followed them and were floating around them aimlessly now as he peppered more kisses down her neck. In the distance, the sound of a babbling creek, birds chirping, as if they were outdoors yet in the comfort of a warm and luxurious bedroom. <br>
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