Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC
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				Title: <strong>Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 18:41:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Every1sAHero.png)</div> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Vine_and_Horn2.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern~</strong></span></div><br>The Vine and Horn is a large Inn and Tavern.&nbsp; Its taproom is full of tables and chairs with stools around the bar.&nbsp; There is a large hearth to hold off cold nights and the lighting always seems perfect for shady deals or romantic trysts.&nbsp; The second floor has well appointed if small rooms for rent. If you can't afford a room you can spend a few coin to sleep in any empty horse stalls.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Owner of the Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern</span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Cd33690ff1af4f2d038200f2a883fc31.jpg)</div><em>Hieronymous Throckmorton (He/Him)</em>&nbsp; The owner of The Vine and Horn, Heironymous comes off as a dour and serious individual who rarely smiles and often answers with a grunt or grunted monosyllabic response.&nbsp; It is a hard exterior that breaks when it comes to his employees who he treats very well as long as they do their job to the best of their ability.&nbsp; It is really all he asks.&nbsp; Heironymous used to be an adventurer himself but retired in Amberdale and hasn’t looked back.&nbsp; Just don’t raise his ire by mistreating his employees.&nbsp; That ginormous axe hanging behind the bar isn’t just for show.<br><br><em>Plots:</em> Heironymous is always looking for interesting ingredients with which to make ales or new meats for his cook to try out.&nbsp; The Vine and Horn depends on locally sourced food stuffs so any disruption in the nearby farmlands is liking to peak his interest.&nbsp; He might hire local adventurers to check out why a shipment is late or missing.<br><br><em>Casual Sex and Romance Potential:</em> Heironymous isn’t the casual sort of guy.&nbsp; Been their done that.&nbsp; He is settled and wants to find a man or woman to share the easy life with.<br><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Barmaid</span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/Barmaidamberdale2.jpg)</div><em>Babs Throckmorton (She/Her)</em> is Hieronymous's niece.&nbsp; She moved to Amberdale a couple of years ago when there was some trouble back at the Capital.&nbsp; Babs is a friendly and flirtatious young woman that gets along with the other barmaids and most of the regulars.&nbsp; Frequent customers know not to mistake Babs's flirting for anything other than a way to make tips. Those daggers she carries are sharp and she know how to use them.&nbsp; That and Hieronymous has threaten to cut off any hands that get fresh with his niece.<br><br><em>Plots:</em> TBD<br><br><em>Casual Sex and Romance Potential:</em> Yes and Yes. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Headers<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&lt; URL for your avatar image, if desired &gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Race and Occupation:[/b]<br>[b]Location &amp; Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] &lt;Tag characters you are talking too or mentioning&gt;<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 19:58:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The small figure sat alone awkwardly on one of the chairs, propped up by his own pack to see over and onto the table itself. Leather breaches covered his silvery legs as they idly swung while he feasted on the offerings of the morning meal. Though whatever the meal had been before Risppt got his hands on it wasn't entirely clear. Everything from the bacon, hashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy had ended up all mish mashed in a bowl together. His tail swishing to and fro is almost a happy little dance all its own as the road worn and dirt covered kobold scarfed it down as if it was the last meal that he might ever have to eat. A pint half drank rested beside the meal, untouched since the food had arrived. Any and all over his possessions remained within his short arms reach though, from his weapons to his traveling gear it seemed as if he would be ready to dash at the slightest provocation. The staff themselves might have also been concerned if he hadn't already paid up front for his meal and room, but instead given the recent rise of Kobold activity in the area were cautious about him for entirely other reasons. <br><br>Though quite ravenously devouring his meal, his red eyes shifted between bites around him keeping at least as good of an eye out as he might have been able. The journey here hadn't been easy, his time in earning the little trust he had in bringing game to barter and sell had at least made few familiar with his presence but he was still out of his element, away from his clan and a total stranger in these lands. Being careful was the bare minimum. Still despite the thoughts that sped through his mind as quickly as those eyes darted between bites, he had traps to make and set and perhaps game to hunt that he looked forward to getting to. While he enjoyed the safety of the walls, it was a different sort of worry that plagued him around all the big folk as opposed to the creatures outside the gate. At least he /knew/ the intentions of the creatures and when they meant harm.<br><br>Only once the bowl and the contents of the breakfast mash he had made had been finished did he return to the drink, grabbing hold of the comically larger mug in his both of his clawed hands did he gulp the rest of it down. With a satisfied hissed exhale, he sat it down and took a moment to himself to let it all just settle before getting on with his day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 23:00:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early morning/ in a bucket in the back of the Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt<br><br><em>"Heiyady-diedy didoy iaidi di diday!"</em> The soft echoing voice of a man sounded form the inside of an empty trashcan near the washroom at the Vine and Horn. It was early morning at least that's what it smelt like. The singing man wasn't fully sure about the time, but all he did know was it was time to sing from safely inside his can bed! <em>"Oh ididdiedididiedeedo do die!"</em> It was also unclear how he wound up in his trashcan bed. He was drinking last night...then...he...wasn't...then he was...and lastly he wasn't, then he woke up singing in his trashcan bed.<br><br>Not many had come to the washroom yet. He man in the trashcan could tell...everything smelled like lemons still...at least he though that was lemon. Maybe it was strawberry...or roast beef. He could use from roast beef, he was supposed to get some last night from a Half Orc Half Goblin girl named Zi-Zi. But he found the trashcan first and the trashcan was comfy. And it had such a wonderful echo. <em>"Ohhi deedidee dooddiddly die. S'are has I swit skie in dimmonds snd dimmonz in kies!"</em> The man began waving his arms about as if directing a full chorus orchestra with his singing. He had nearly reached the crescendo when he felt a pair of strong hands pull him gently from the can and hoist him up onto slender shoulders.&nbsp; "Oh Mista Yokun, what you doin in de trash bucket?" The exasperated young server said as she half carried half dragged the tall human away from the washroom.<br><br>Yokun hiccupped finally remembering how feet worked as he began helping the Half-Breed move him. <em>"I swas in a bucket?"</em><br><br>The young woman sighed grabbing onto his belt to keep him up. "Ya Mista Yokun, why was you in de bucket?"<br><br>Yokun let out a short barking laugh. <em>"Yeeaaahhhhh."</em><br><br>Another sigh. "Why was you in de bucket?"<br><br>Confusion raced across his tanned face. <em>"I twas in a bucket?"</em><br><br>The woman shook he head aiming for the nearest table to dump her drunken friend off at. "Ya Mista Yokun you was in de bucket. But why was you in de bucket?"<br><br>Once more all Yokun did was laugh. <em>"Yeah." </em><br><br>Seeing the conversation going no where she gave a soft pant and dropped the fighter at the table besides a small white Kobold. "I is zorry Mista Risppt. Him just too heavy fa me to carry far. I be back wif help, just keepa him from fallin' off chair plez?" The pretty server said before darting away heading for a table with a couple of big woodworkers to help her move him to a bed somewhere.<br><br>Once he was gone Yokun swayed in his seat before grabbing onto the edge of the table to keep himself up. Looking about he spied his tablemate and leaned cautiously forward eying the small lizard through on blurry eye.<em> "Iz you a real Kobo-thingy? I shee them heveeywehre, but dhey not sususlly real. Zhey steal ma shocks!"</em> There was shuffled under the table before Yokun pulled his scuffed and torn black boot up dumping it onto the floor to show there was no sock inside. "Zee!" He said as if it was the crime of the century.<br><br>He had a snap pf lucidity at what might look like he was accusing the Kobold present of sock shenanigans. So putting his boot back he held up his grimy hands peacefully. <em>"No hat Iz acuusing you o slock bandihree my fine Kobo-zhingy, but one of ze not heel kobo-hingys!"</em> He dramatically pointed in the general direction of the front door though the way his hand moved he might've been accusing one that was living in the wall above the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 15:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/793414421372076073/793877266009948211/venti_genshin_impact_drawn_by_nana_illust__sample-280fb2a3bba6f1fee28ced18ad603722.jpg?width=427&amp;height=534)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Naevys Faelana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884530#msg15884530)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Elven Bard<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early morning, Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>The tavern door swings open wide, the lithe figure of Naevys standing in the doorway and backlit by the morning sun, cutting quite the striking figure. If only for a moment, when the door he opened too eagerly hit the opposite wall with a bang and made him jump a little. "Whoops. Uh. Hey, good morning!" He announced to everyone in the hall, resuming a confidant stride and smile as he approaches the counter, his entrance having earned him a brief stone-faced look from Hieronymous for banging open the front door. He learns against the counter, hip against the side and one arm atop the wood surface. On his back is slung a lute, while his left hip has a sheathed sword dangling from it. "Good morning, sir. Again. I'm new in town with my friend here," Naevys says, looking sidelong back to the door, to check if his short traveling companion had managed to follow along. "Here for fun, here for work, a bit of everything really! Naevys Faelana, travelling bard!" Flashing a smile to the stocky barman, who gives but a brief utterance. "Hieronymous. Welcome. Careful with the door."<br><br>Naevys smile turns nervous, almost apologetic, then turns his attention elsewhere, to what looks to be a comedy routine going on between a besotted human and a kobold. "Other performers in town, hm? I didn't know taverns put on shows this early," Naevys remarks, carrying his voice enough that it might reach Yokun and Risppt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 17:11:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yokun and Naevys<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt's red eyes could only stare at request provided to him before they had already dashed off in search of what they claimed was other help. The small figure that he was looked with that almost helpless expression at the drunken man that was not clearly drunk and haphazardly sat onto a chair at his table. While multiple ideas might have quickly presented themselves as to how he might accomplish this singular task of keeping the man on the table, they were dismissed just as they had arrived. Some ridiculous, others not practical and the rest...well might not have been viewed in the best of lights. Though he did have rope and that would certainly have anchored him to the chair. <br><br>"Luh-kee if only your Ss-socks they took." he would stammer out with a draconic hiss in the common tongue, clearly still not used to it as he hopped right up onto the table itself and moved quickly across to the man, taking hold of him from the shoulder to help maintain some sort of balance. He did appreciate the man's even drunken clarification that he didn't mean to say that Risspt was among those that had stolen from him, a distinction that few would so easily or rapidly perhaps make. He didn't speak more as to the tribes of the area though, his focus more on ensuring that the man, and now himself as well didn't suddenly topple over.<br><br>The arrival of perhaps one of the tavern's entertainers, or at least he thought at first he shot a pleading sort of gaze at for but a moment as if initially to ask for help but hearing them in the quiet morning tavern introduce themselves to the staff that was present as a traveler themselves he quickly dismissed it. However, that isn't to say his gaze did linger on the pretty woman...or pretty man? He wasn't really entirely sure. Maybe the morning mead was stronger than he thought, perhaps too this one he know held up had also learned that same lesson too late. Either way, hearing the next comment from the new figure.<br><br>"No, no...hel-ping' Sss-staff with guess-sst." he would answer to the inquiry as if it had perhaps been a geniune one and not making light of the admittedly comical attempt of the small Kobold doing his very best to keep the drunken larger human male from toppling over.<br><br>However, in spite of his willingness to help Risppt kept a weary and watchful eye on his own belongings that were still squarely on the chair he had been sitting and previously used as a high riser as they were all the things in the world that he owned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 18:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early morning/ in a bucket in the back of the Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Naevys<br><br>Yokun's whole body seemed to be vibrating from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed last night. He had won a fight or two and the losers were wealthy, sadly a fool and his coins are soon parted and Yokun was indeed that fool having drunk away all but maybe three copper pieces. It would only be a matter of time before he lost those too, maybe someone needed rabbits hunted. He should check the want board once he finds his other socks.<br><br>Almost gone off to sleep again the man shook awake hearing the small lizard next to him speaking and climbing onto the table to try and keep him steady. Yokun chuckled leaning forward, his head rest on the Kobold's shoulder a little. <em>"Yose a good Kobo-chingy rehind ze to buy you shrink latzerrr."</em> He rolled back off the little guy's shoulder as the door to the front of the inn opened and a very pretty someone or other entered. They smelt like a Bard, Yokun had smelt many Bards before he could tell right away this was a Bard even before they spoke.<br><br>Staning unsteadily up Yokun looked at the newcomer through one eye hand holding onto the table. <em>"Hey...prezzy Bard. Shis my Kobo-lingy friend he no perfomzer! Him Kobo-ringy!"</em> The drunk staggered forward a bit more.<em> "An' iham Yokun de Nukoy. Bezz fightzer in Amber...Amberd...Eladrebma?...no."</em> He rocked back trying to remember the name of the town, but couldn't. <em>"Ah feck it, bess fighzer here!"</em> He took a wobbly boxing stance looking like he was going to fight the Bard, but only managed to swing a few useless punches before Zi-Zi returned with the two woodworkers. One moved to grab Yokun before he fell over, but the man was still trying to show off his fighting moves and socked the man in the face knocking him flat out. Zi-Zi let out a gasp and grabbed Yokun's hands pushing him back into the remaining wood workers arms. "No fightin' ina bar Mista Yokun! Mista Throckmorton still a mad at Mista Yokun fa breakin' chair last week!" <br><br>Yokun swung his arms feebly at the man holding him up, but he was much taller than the boxer so the hands just flailed about. Zi-Zi simply groaned in annoyance and hefted the newly unconscious man up and off to the side, she was really testing her Half-Orc strength today. Once that was done she turned to Risppt and bowed deeply to him, which considering she was only a foot taller than him left his eyes with a good look down her server uniform. "I is zorry again Mista Risppt, him not usually dis bad. But thanka you fa keepin' him upright!"<br><br>She then turned to the Bard and bowed again, but more in greeting. "And you Mis..." She looked at the Bard and couldn't tell which greeting to use so simply went with a neutral one. "Pretty Elfy Bard, welcome to Vine and Horn! I is Zi-Zi an' will be back soon fa order. Just gotta get Mista Yokun to bed afore boss haf him trown outta again." With a low tired sigh the small server picked up Yokun's legs and nodded for the woodworker to begin carrying him up the stairs. Zi-Zi hefted his feet up over her head and huffed, Yokun could be heard mumbling something. "Uh where utter server? I needa break a'ready." She then let out an almost endearing chuckle before the door to the upstairs opened and closed. "Yes Mista Yokun, I be yur wife now letta get you to bed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 21:57:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/1515387573313.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jessynka Pase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884533#msg15884533)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Tavern Wench<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Yokun, Risppt, Naevys<br><br>A cute and slender lass whistle to herself as she approached the Vine and Horn. It was a lovely day, but Jessynka found most days lovely. She loved her town, her job, and the interesting people she met there. Well, maybe not love them but they did keep life from getting boring. The walk from her home on the edge of town was just long enough to be a pleasant stroll rather than a chore. Throw in the occasional romp with a nameless stranger and what more could a girl want?<br><br>As she entered the tavern she gave a little wave to Heironymous and Babs. She got the expected grunt from the gruff owner and a wave back from his niece. Jessynka got along well with both. She worked hard, which made Heironymous. And unlike Babs she did more than just flirt so the other barmaid didn't cut into Jessynka's side hustle. She picked up her serving tray from the bar and nodded toward the drunken boxer being hauled away.<br><br>"So did the fun already start or is it still going from last night? I'm guessing the latter knowing him."<br><br>A kobold had apparently by trying to help with the much larger... and drunker... man. Jessynka noticed the empty mug at the table he was looking at.<br><br>"Looks like you could use another after all that. On me for going above and beyond."<br><br>She always did this a few times during her shift. It made the customers happy and happy customers stick around and spend money, so it was more like an investment than a gift. As she turned to the bar to grab another mug for the kobold, Jessynka did a double take when she saw the elven bard. She had an appreciation for prettiness.<br><br>"And what about you, my lovely lutist? Wet your whistle before you sing for your supper?"<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 01:53:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/smXUVsT.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blueberry (aka “Blue” or “Berry”)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Slime, Bartender<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning, Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessynka, Naevys, all others<br><br>Berry began the morning much as she usually did, by cleaning up anything left over from the previous night in The Vine and Horn. The bar itself was already immaculate, so shiny it seemed like it had gotten a fresh coat of varnish. “I have alphabetized the dishes and drinks, Magister Throckmorton,” she called out from the kitchen for the owner. After her experience with the wizard that created her she simply assumed that Hieronymous was appropriately titled ‘Magister’. He had attempted to correct her a few times, but it never stuck. To some he has become Magister Throckmorton maker of Earthly Delights. Berry enjoyed working for him, he was nice to her, and Babs was fun to flirt with…when Hieronymous wasn’t looking.<br><br>Berry carefully maneuvered back out into the taproom and set down a large bucket of soapy water behind the bar. She was wearing her usual uniform, a short black skirt, an odd white vest that was open at the chest to leave her voluptuous breasts covered by what amounted to slightly less than a woman’s brassiere. She leaned forward, her chest resting on the bartop, and looked out at the others that had already gathered that morning. “So many faces so early,” she said in her bubbly voice, “Oh hello there Miss Jessynka,” she greeted the barmaid with a not-so-subtle purr to her voice, “How are you this morning?”<br><br>She raised a hand and wiggled her blue, semi-translucent fingers towards Naevys, “Welcome to The Vine and Horn, cutie,” she welcome the bard with a little smile.<br><br>Jessynka looked ready to come by with some orders, so Berry stood up straight again and waited for her to come by and let her know what to get ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 19:32:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zUwxjty.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Wren Smallburrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15885804#msg15885804)<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Halfling Trickster<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Naevys, Risspt, Jessynka<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next to ender was a small woman; literally, some of the chairs in the tavern easily had six inches on her. clutched to her chest was a large book and a folded leather satchel of some make. "Naevys! You have to stop with this <em>boldly striding</em> stuff! My legs aren't as long as yours!" Too late, he was already pitching his <del>mixtape</del> skills to the gruff, taciturn-looking bartender, and drawing attention from the local color.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So she walked up, and slapped the bard across his pert ass with her book. Thankfully the halfling wasn't really able to put all that much force behind it, but he still knows his cheeks got clapped. "Really! In such a hurry to get a drink!" She huffed softly, then noticed that she had just tossed herself in the middle of all these other people.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well at least one of them was eye-level. "Hi there!" She offered to Risspt, then looked up at Jessynka. Wren's lips curved into a silent "ooo" at the sight of the redheaded barmaid, and she clutched her book a little closer to her chest. "And h-h-hello. Hi. What's on tap?" She swallows a bit. "Have any buns? pastries, I mean?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 22:54:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yokun, Naevys, Wren, Jessynka, Blueberry, Open.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Slipped off of the table quickly and darted back to his travel pack once the large drunken man had been taken from his efforts to keep upright. He hadn't <em>seemed</em> all that combative with Risppt so his reaction to them had surprised the Kobold and kept his attention fixed on that scene before seeming to almost blink as he looked around at more of the people that had arrived. What had been a nearly empty taproom was suddenly filling up, his red eyes darting from one to another as each of the current new arrivals were quite interesting and attractive. The blue woman fascinated him, never having see one such as her before though after catching himself staring did he quickly jerk his gaze away.<br><br>The woman that was just slightly taller than him he did politely nod and wave with his four clawed fingers back to her, the larger gathering of people making him a small bit uncomfortable but only because for the most part his kind tended to be viewed as more monster than any sort of part of civilized society. <br><br>For the time being he stayed near his pack and the table where he had finished his breakfast and just was keen on finishing the rest of his drink and observing the now comings and goings, and if he had to admit enjoying a bit of the eye candy as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 01:11:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/793414421372076073/793877266009948211/venti_genshin_impact_drawn_by_nana_illust__sample-280fb2a3bba6f1fee28ced18ad603722.jpg?width=427&amp;height=534)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Naevys Faelana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884530#msg15884530)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Elven Bard<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early morning, Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Naevys was used to bigger crowds than this, letting them all crowd around his leaning perch against the bar counter, just smiling as the gaggle formed. <br><br>"I've heard this town's wine goes just fine with a lovely morning and a pretty smile. You can call this lovely lutist, you alluring alliteration-ist, by the name Naevys Faelana! Travelling bard, travelling hero of sorts. I swear I brought along a just-as-lovely partner..." Naevys started to scan around, when the door opened once more and Wren came huffing and puffiing up to him. "There she is! I swear, Wren isn't normally this red-faced, unless it's in the evening or just in the morning. Wah!" His smug comment was ended off with a yelp when Wren slapped his butt with her book. "Well, if you're going to do it once, Wren, you know you have to do it twice!" Sticking his tongue out at the halfling, and shaking his hips a little. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 00:29:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/WAPJeF6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Vine &amp; Horn | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><br><hr>As an adorable little kitten, Puma sniffed around the back of the Inn. The door was open of course as any kitchen was hot with the ovens going and the Tavern owner and servants bustled about. she padded in softly, slipping around behind a baker's table and off behind the bar. She looked from side to side to ensure the coast was clear. No one ever noticed a kitten skulking around even if she was about the size of a medium sized dog. In fact when she got out into the main part of the tavern there was a good sized crowd here for dinner and drinks. She spotted a large man having his dinner and she squirmed in under his table out of sight from the rest of the crowd. Her soft furry head bopping up against the man's legs. She let out a low purr and nuzzled her face against his thigh. If she wasn't so fluffy and luminescently colored she might actually be frightening. Not small by cat standards she was still small compared to this hulking man. She looked up at him with huge glowing round eyes and wiggled her little whiskers.<br><br>Puma was hoping for some table scraps from his fresh meal. Maybe he'd even have something for her to drink. Her furry head tilted from side to side as she looked up expectantly at the man. Was he an orc? She wasn't sure exactly what he was but his dinner smelled delirious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 17:28:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Vine and Horn&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma, Open, <em>potentially Blueberry?</em><br><br><hr><br>After the second day in Amberdale had come and gone, Leovic found himself finally having a moment to himself. Smithing was tiring work, and for some reason the town had seemed more alive recently. Perhaps it was the influx of people, or maybe it was just the flurry of coin being exchanged for work. He'd met a few of the would-be heroes, and had yet to fall out with any of them; that could only be a good sign. There had been times that he might have clashed with a stubborn hero who took ill of his visage, or his race's history in parts of the world, but that rarely bothered him. <br><br>Only fools hated Dwarves, after all! <br><br>He'd ordered food and beer for himself to sup upon, and was handed a bowl of hardy looking stew. Deer, maybe Pig? He wasn't a cook, and his hungry stomach didn't mind either way. A few spoonfuls of the rich broth had him revelling in whatever gamey meat filled his belly. <br><br>Eating was eventually paused though, when something nudged against his leg. He ignored it the first time, but the second time confirmed it wasn't just a twitch, or a phantom touch. Glancing down beneath the table he saw it; the largest little 'Kitten' he'd seen. Vibrant blues and blacks made up its fur, and it was looking up at him with an obvious intent. Part of him instinctively moved as if to shoe the thing, which nuzzled against his shin and then up to his thigh, surprisingly. He stopped when he saw the round, begging eyes and knew he'd already been bested. Grumbling he reached into the bowl of stew, plucking out several large chunks of meat and holding it to be nibbled by the cat, not intent to let it simply run away. <br><br>“<strong>Hey Barkeep; got anything soft? Water, or milk maybe?</strong>” He had spoken a couple of times with the luminous lush of a Slime before, but he had no idea if she was working tonight, or was even the sole bartender. She certainly hadn't been the one to take his order earlier...<br><br>Glancing down at the Cat, he lobbed the second piece of meat down for it, letting it eat from the floor. “<strong>No doubt you'll be off once you got your fill. Cats are too solitary, and I reckon if you're this big you must have a meal ticket already. Am I your sidepiece? Huh? Am I the Cat's second mealticket?</strong>” His voice got slightly cutesie at the end as he reached down to run a knuckle along the beast's head, between its ears. He'd never owned a pet, with his younger 'sibling' being the one who'd owned a Goat for a pet. He and his older sister had sort of been too busy to deal with it as a full-time chore, but it had been a pleasant distraction none-the-less.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 00:33:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/WAPJeF6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Vine &amp; Horn | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo | Open | potentially Blueberry?<br><br><hr>The smell of the meat was wonderful. Puma's kitten form craved meat and she happily and contentedly took the offered portions. She rubbed her head against him several times and opened herself up for all the affection and attention that the big man wanted to lavish on her. His hands were massive, rough, and strong. It was heavenly and with a mouth full of game she tried to hop up and nuzzle into his lap. He was plenty big enough for her to join him, even if she was a big little kitten.<br><br>Regardless of where she ended up, she didn't respond to his questioning. Mostly when people spoke to animals it was rhetorical so he'd probably jump out of his britches if she spoke now. Instead she licked her paws clean before looking up again with those big round eyes. Her body vibrated with a deep rumbling soft purr.<br><br>It had been a long trip to get to Ambervale and Puma liked coming to the Inn, she was able to check out the other adventurers and locals to size them up. She had high standards, or at least her standards were above that of petty thief and people of questionable more morals. She was looking for a good solid down to earth type of people to be around. This man she was paying attention to now, seemed like a nice fellow even if his clothes still smelled of the iron works bellows. At least his line of work gave him the type of broad shoulders and muscles that she enjoyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 16:50:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Vine and Horn&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma, Open, <em>potentially Blueberry?</em><br><br><hr><br>Unknowing of just what, or indeed who, he was cooing over and doting upon, Leovic innevitably allowed the Oversized cat to crawl into his lap. His rough hands weren't the best at playing with a pet – his only experience being with the previously mentioned goat – but he tried his best none the less to offer just the right sort of prods, pets, and pieces of affection to keep the cat from being bored or unsatisfied. <br><br>With one hand stroking the top of Puma's head, and the other nursing a mug of beer, Leovic found himself settling in to watch the people who came and went from the Vine and Horn. He liked to people-watch, and found it far too much fun to observe and invent stories for the strange characters on what little snippets of info he knew, or could gleam. “<strong>None of 'em know it, little kitten, but as the Champion of Amberdale I have to watch all the people who come and go through here. Take Babs...</strong>” He nodded towards the niece of the man who owned the tavern. She'd served him earlier, and was busy with a table on the opposite side of the tavern. “<strong>Scary woman. Very pretty, but scary. Saw her cut a sausage out of a man's mouth when he got handsy. Never seen a man stain his trousers faster, especially when Hieronymous started stomping over.</strong>” He chuckled to himself, his knuckle nuzzled into the nook of her neck shifting as he did.<br><br>“<strong>Any catch your eye, little kitten? Any that you know?</strong>” He waited, seeing if the Cat stared at anyone in particular, or if anyone else noticed him chuckling and chatting to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 05:36:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xdaO4Az.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Kunoichi<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early morning, main taproom [eventually] | W1D1 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<hr><hr><br>Once upon a time there was a teenaged girl that wanted more in life than to pick mushrooms at a cliff's edge, pick berries off of bushes, gather a pile of sticks for a fire and generally do all the things teenaged girls did. Chores, tasks, be well behaved, yadda yadda yadda. There surely must be more out there! That was Rei's thought when she packed up her things (along with some other family items, which she absolutely left a note suggesting that she will be back with those same things being returned. With interest) and decided to go on an adventure.<br><br>Her travels, though long, were fairly quiet and otherwise uninteresting. Which was a good thing as she hadn't even left her tiny village on her own for any mentionable length of time until recently. The world could be a scary place with its ornery critters and ne'er-do-wells practically everywhere you went. Rei was thankful for carriages and other like-minded travelers that have kept her blades clean and her journey far from lonely. Right up until she found herself in a place called Amberdale, at least. Her last few coins were spent securing a nice pile of hay for the next couple of nights. The owner of the inn was kind enough to provide her a heavy blanket. It didn't do much for the smell, unfortunately.<br><br>Thankfully, it was the morning sun that had caused Rei to rise rather than the stench. Getting up to her feet, the girl wiped away at any dirt and hoped that the gesture was enough to ensure that none of the smell of barn lingered on her. Satisfied she was as ready for the day as she could be, the would-be ninja stepped out onto the street to ponder what she should do with her day. She thought about gathering mushrooms for the tavern owner to say thanks for his hospitality, considering the circumstances. Or even some berries, perhaps. She vaguely remembered seeing a large pile of dried out wood by the hearth, so perhaps gathering some tinder would be a nice sentiment. Wait... these are the things Rei didn't want to do ever again. At least she's getting something out of it if she does it this time? Gah!<br><br>Wanting away from the last train of thought, Rei distracted herself with a short walk into the tavern. The door was opened with just enough room for her to slip through and once she was inside she promptly plopped herself down at the first empty table she could find. It wasn't so much that she hated crowds but more that she felt guilty for being unproductive thus far and needed a fully focused thinking session to get her coin purse filled again. Might be why if anyone was looking her way that she seemed perplexed and disinterested. It was maybe only half-true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 11:37:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zUwxjty.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Wren Smallburrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15885804#msg15885804)<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Halfling Trickster<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Naevys, Risspt, Jessynka<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wren's cheeks puffed petulantly, even as they reddened; both due to having her flush pointed out, and Naevys' teasing. "You're such a... such a...!" She didn't find the words, and instead&nbsp; pouted and pointed a finger at him, very pointingly!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she stuck her tongue back out at him, and one-upped him: "Bppppppt!" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This discourse done. she gave him another, lighter pat on the rump with her book, before clambering up onto a stool, eager to let her short and somewhat plump legs rest a moment. "You've been here long enough to make friends, huh Naevys?" She flashed a sweet smile at Jessynka again, lip catching between her teeth briefly, before looking back to her bard friend. "Any adventures to mount upon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 00:22:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/WAPJeF6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Vine &amp; Horn | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo | Open <br><br><hr>The furry ball of purr, hopped onto a bench beside Leo so she could peer over the table. All that was visible to the tavern guests would probably be the top half of her head. Intelligent round eyes surveyed the scene. Not knowing anyone that he was pointing out she tilted her head from side to side and looked up at him then back out to the crowd. His big hand patted her head and she nuzzled it still continuing to purr. She thought about what he was telling her, he was the champion of Amberdale, he watched over them all. This made sense to her, he was a big man with broad shoulders and a fearsome countenance about him but judging by his eager patting of her fur, he was a big softy at heart or at least that's what she had been assuming about him so far.<br><br>Leo had asked if she knew anyone, of course she didn't and she had no intention of answering him at this point. Best to maintain her form for a little longer at least. <br><br>Someone finally came over and must have spotted her near the table. Well she was rather large and she guessed that she couldn't stay hidden forever. The result was a good one though at the server dropped off a saucer of milk. <br><br>Puma reached up and pawed at the saucer sitting on the table now. She tilted her head to the side and long tongue scooped out splashes of milk as she tried to lap it up. It wouldn't take her long to finish it off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 23:55:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Vine and Horn&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-&gt; Floor Two, Leo's room.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma<br><br><hr><br>Delighted that Babs eventually gave the cat a drink, Leo reached into his pocket to offer the woman a couple of copper coins, but was waved off of the idea. Apparently a cute cat didn't have to be charged for their supper, which suited the smith just fine. He was hardly made of money, and the appeal of the cat would likely wear thinner much quicker if it started to rack up a tab.<br><br>With no one seemingly approaching, and no drummed up interest in himself or the cat, Leovic finished his meal and then finished his drink. He had thought to make an evening of drinking, and ended up spending his copper on two more rounds, as well as one final drink of milk for the cat. <br><br>The evening melted away, and soon enough he was slightly tipsy from his drinking. Giving Puma one last pet on the head, he stood up from his seat as night gripped the sky fully. “<strong>Look after self, cat.</strong>” He said, at that point of drunkenness to not-quite slur, but slightly stumble over his words. With a stretch of his form, that let his large, stiff shoulders creak and his muscles flex just so, he turned towards the door, popping an extra pair of coppers for Babs as tip. He'd spent more than he should have, but that was half the point of drinking and being merry, wasn't it?<br><br>Should anyone follow him, they would find the Half-Orc stumbling upstairs towards the second floor of the Inn. As part of his apprenticeship, Leovic was given room and board at the Inn by the Stonecock family. It allowed the Smith-Apprentice to be somewhere safe at night, and meant that the Lady behind the Stonecock name could, well, strut her stuff in private. <br><br>Leovic struggled briefly to unlock the door, fumbling with the key but managing to after slapping his face once or twice to shake off some of the drunkenness. He left the door slightly ajar as he moved into the small space that was his own, splashing his face with a water basin as he got about working on his night time ritual. Shaving, cleaning his teeth, and slightly grinding down his tusks. Unlike teeth, the Orcish tusks were dead inside and grinding them down was a mix of hygene, utility, and cleanliness. Let them get too big, and they just got in the way, and the staining? Ugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 16:11:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/WAPJeF6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Vine and Horn --&gt; Floor Two, Leo's room | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><br><hr>This was a happy contended evening. Lots of people coming and going, no one seemed to mind the fluff ball/Puma curled up next to the big man as they both drank and enjoyed themselves. She remained affectionate with the big guy, nuzzling him, purring for him, taking friendly little swats at his fingers from time to time. Her murder mittens weren't always deadly, she could make them soft and less pointy when she wanted. That was the benefit of retractable claws. It was nice to lap up another saucer of milk and a time or two she stole a few licks of the big guys drink when he was distracted, if she was caught she would always do the adorable big eyed head tilt thing before purring and rubbing her head against him.<br><br>When Leo had enough for the evening he got up and wobbled his way upstairs towards his room. Padding along silently behind him, Puma watched where he went maintaining a safe distance. Not sure if Leo left his door cracked open for a moment in error or as an invite, she took it to be the invitation and she let her slinky furry little form slide into the darkened room. From there she found a dark little corner and curled up. Leo seemed to be oblivious as he went about his nightly rituals. Puma winced watching him filing down his fangs, she had no idea about orcish tusks and to her the thought of filing her fangs gave a chill. <br><br>Magically the young druid elf transformed into her elvish form, lithe, slender with ample womanly curves and long flowing teal hair. She leaned in the corner watching him from the shadow of the small room. There had been no sounds, nothing to indicate that anything happened at all. One moment there had been a small fur ball curled up in the corner and the next there was a small slender elven girl with bright eyes fixed on the large male that was getting ready for bed. <br><br>Puma waited for that moment, the time where he would catch a glimpse of her. That inevitable double take that he would most likely do as he tried to shake away his alcohol induce brain fog. If he did the double take she'd transform back into kitten form and bound over to greet him before he could focus. She knew it was coming and she would quietly wait to see if he gave her the chance to do it or if he'd lock eyes and notice her. She gave it even odds that she could have a chance to turn back into the kitten and play with him some more. This was a game to her and she liked to play.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 19:46:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/793414421372076073/793877266009948211/venti_genshin_impact_drawn_by_nana_illust__sample-280fb2a3bba6f1fee28ced18ad603722.jpg?width=427&amp;height=534)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Naevys Faelana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884530#msg15884530)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Elven Bard<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early morning, Inn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Naevys giggled as he wrapped an arm around Wren's shoulders, holding the one opposite him with a hand. "Plenty of friends! Mostly the workers, you know, those paid to be my friend so long as I'm in the door. For now! Thus far... I only know two names! There is uhh... Jessynka, and.... Throckmorton. Sadly, I've yet to be graced with the names of the others, not the maids, nor the travelling comedy show that... seems to have broken up. A shame. Nevertheless! My partner and I!" Naevys gives Wrens shoulder a little squeeze, "are here looking for two things! A bit of fun, and a bit of work! Work barding, work with my sword, or even bedding those in need!" Naevys announced with a proud smile.<br><br>With a gruff clearing of his throat, Throckmortion looks up from his seemingly eternal mug-polishing. "Lots of work in town, Bard. Come back in the evening and I might hire you, if ya' don't sound like dying cats. Fer' other work of the adventuring kind, there's the bounty board just outside. Always monsters that need killin'. Loads more work around if ya' go talking to other people."<br><br>"Hmmm! What say you, Wren?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 20:21:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna, OPEN<br><br>Between the two of them the Gnoll fighters had enjoyed the rabbit's share of the veggies Suna had liberated from a field in passing. It wouldn't have been enough to disrupt the farmer's yield. But for two starving adventurers it was enough to take the edge off until they arrived at the Inn for a more proper meal. Even so late at night the Inn had guests, though Yokun only recognized a handful of them. He would surely make their acquaintances some time in the coming days, but for now he was content to simply focus on his pretty new Elvin friend.<br><br>The walk back to town may have been the longest he had talked with anyone since his arrival in town. He talked with Zi-Zi plenty, but she was such a busy little worker around the Inn and town that what few scant moments she had were spent sleeping, eating, or fucking to relieve stress and that third one was becoming a rarity as well since sleeping and eating were generally more important than knocking boots with randy villagers. Though she did take time to make sure Yokun hadn't drunken himself to death every morning and sometimes that meant knocking boots with him. Though he suspected she was simply killing two birds with one stone as on those drunk mornings he's more a willing tool for her own needs than an actual love making partner. He would never complain or protest drunk, hungover or sober so it's an arrangement they both enjoyed and kept casual.&nbsp; <br><br>Being so late the kitchen wasn't open, but since he was dropping a full silver coin on the counter he hoped the old man could be persuaded to spare some bread and cheese for their supper. Yokun would also try to avoid drinking away all his coppers tonight, he wanted to be sober for whatever might happen later. As they walked through the large room he smiled spinning around a little waving his arms at the warm and cozy heart of Amberdale. "Welcome to Amberdale Suna, and welcome to Amberdale's main attraction. The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern! Run by the saturnine and mustachioed Hieronymous Throckmorton." As if on cue the bull-necked man appeared in the swinging door from the kitchen and harrumphed drying his hands on a towel. "Yokun...ma'am." He said in greeting looking the pair up and down. "Usual?" He asked Yokun who looked at Suna and smiled. "Up for some supper and a nightcap before bed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 22:02:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning W1D1 / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Naevys, Wren, Rei, Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Let his eyes shift around a bit quickly looking for the comedy troupe that was mentioned, but figuring based on the antics of a small Kobold trying to keep a much larger drunk figure from toppling and then that same said figure getting into a bit of a brawl, that is was probably the two of them the pretty bard man was referring. Not that it bothered Risppt, but the crowd was starting to pick up and the lone Kobold was bothered by that. He was new in town after all and all many of the various townsfolk already gave him a weary eye when he would pass, even when bringing in the small bundles of fur and meats for trade. <br><br>Pulling from the chair that he had been using as a riser and then slinging his pack onto his back, his ears perked up as he eavesdropped further on the conversation, hearing that he was in search of work. Pausing any further movements he would listen to see if any of the staff had an answer to the bard's inquiry. Risppt too was curious about such things.<br><br>Of other things that caught his attention as he readied himself, belting on his pack and securing his quiver his gaze lingered onto the curvy yet very fit human woman had arrived. He wasn't the only one that was looking but his red eyes certainly continued to follow her every step and sway until she took her seat at an empty table. Big folk had always fascinated Risppt in his childhood, and now as a young adult out on his own he was somewhere that was filled with them.<br><br>However, his curiosity was a double edged sword as he was far too skittish currently to be as bold as some of the others he witnessed here in the tavern even as they went freely up to strangers and made acquaintance. Either way, if there wasn't a job to be had here the silver Kobold would make his way to the work board the staff spoke of. Certainly there something could be found that he might be able to handle.<br><br>Or at the very least, join.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>27-06-2021, 22:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn | late in the Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun | Open<br><br><hr>The veggies Süna had absconded with were a nice touch. They filled her belly with healthy food which she was sure would balance out whatever fatty foods they would find at a town tavern. However she immensely was looking forward to said food and alcohol based goodness they would find. After idle chatter and casual laughs the pair finally arrived at the town entrance. Yokun took her straight to the Vine and Thorn Inn. He had proudly displayed introduced the town and it's fine Inn with a grand gesture and much enthusiasm. Süna half curtsied at the grand gesture then made her own gesture of appreciation for the surroundings. Giggling a bit at the theatrics she turned to find the pair of them being greeted by the Inn keeper himself. Süna replied with her name as introduction and smiled brightly with her dazzling glowing green eyes. Youth and beauty had it's privileges which she had no shame in taking advantage of. If it aided them any in their application for food and drink she would have no issues with greeting the Inn owner.<br><br>Süna leaned into Yokun and allowed herself to be hustled along to any table or bench he might prefer. The drink on tap was fine with her, and any bread, cheese, or whatevers was welcomed. Being on the road for days and weeks meant lots of lean days of little food as well as long hours of hiking. She was well and truly ready for any food that might come their way. The veggies they had munched on were wonderful but now she was ready for the heavy stuff that would sit warm and full in her tummy. As slim as her waist maybe her mother had always swore that the girl had a hollow leg where the food went.<br><br>Eating and drinking, Süna spoke, <strong>"You and I make a pretty good team."</strong> She nodded between swigs of brew. <strong>"Perhaps after we turn in our bounty to the Warden we should talk about working together on another job. Maybe we can join some others on a bigger score."</strong> She stared into her brew then picked it up for another gulp. Her hand found his thick forearm and she gave it a friendly caress before gently tugging his wrist in the general direction of her creamy pink exposed thigh. <strong>"We can discuss this more in the morning if you want."</strong> Süna's other hand left the mug and instead landed on the back of Yokun's shoulder. <br><br>The smells of warm brew and smoke from the Inn's hearth filled the comfortable Inn's tavern. The rough fur coat had long returned back to Yokun's possession and Süna had dropped her rough burlap cloak earlier when they entered the the warmth of the Inn. The cloak now folded up and she sat perched on it for comfort since the aged wooden seats while well formed from years of use were still hard wood. Süna's legs were crossed in Yokun's direction, the wide pleats of her skirt falling to either side of her, exposing thigh all the way up to her hips. Her head occasionally turned from side to side to take in the surroundings and occupants. Her smile an open invitation for anyone to join. Süna wanted to be as open and inviting as she could and had even taken steps to slip her dagger in under her cloak at easy access but out of sight. She was doing her best to make all appearances of just being a sweet lone traveler for anyone who may make eye contact. No need, she thought, that anyone would take her for the rogue she was.<br><br>Süna was just a petite harmless cute little elf girl. She smiled sweetly at Yokun after another look around the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 01:02:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna, OPEN<br><br>Hunkering down at the bar beside the Elf woman Yokun ordered some warm mead and Hieronymous brought them two pates of bread, and cheese, with some loose bits of meat. Obviously stuff he just had lying around this late at night, but he was used to the punchy drunk showing up at all hours before actual closing and asking for a drink and some scraps from the kitchen. He didn't mind too much as Yokun was mostly harmless drunk or sober, besides since he was here with a new friend he would be on his best behavior already.<br><br>Happy to allow Suna to guide his hand he placed his rough palm upon the silky smooth Elf's thigh being unable to resist squeezing and massaging it slowly slipping up towards her hips without slipping underneath what little cloth of her skirt was left on her petite body. He gave a big and a nod at her suggestion. "I would love to go a questing with you anytime Suna! The questing board is always brimming with things that need hunting and punching! And plenty more armies of Gnolls to fight without mussing up our hair!" He laughed proposing a cheers to his friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 15:03:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma<br><br><hr><br>Truth being told, Leo often left his door open in the Inn because – quite frankly – it was what he did when he was raised. He had little to hide in the Dwarven hold he called home, and he also found it good for ventilation. Being a big man in an underground realm not sized for you, especially one that was constantly filled with the warmth of forges, was not a place where you wanted to stifle air flow.<br><br>Still, Puma had made her way into his abode unbeknownst to the big man, and as he finished his little self-grooming exercise – an exercise that thankfully helped him to relax before he put his head down, and helped dull some of the haze of alcoholism – he turned to look at the spot where the Elven woman had let herself be seen. <br><br>There was that moment where the Orcish man adjusted to the sight. The slow glaze of his eyes clearing as he almost looked past the slender woman in his room, and almost kept moving until, there it was. The double take. The slight tilt and shake of the head, and the instinctive grasp for the nearest thing he could find that might be considered a weapon – the file, in this case – and the quick knotting and flexing of muscles as his body tense for a fight...<br><br>...Only to see nothing. Not nothing, precisely. The Cat had followed him to his room and was bounding over to him. He blinked a couple of times as he saw it try to 'greet him' and he found his brow furrowing in confusion. The brief rush of adrenaline that had been his fight or flight instinct had removed even more of the haze from his mind, and as the Cat tried to play he reached down as if to stroke it. Instead of tender play, he picked up the creature by its scruff; no doubt uncomfortable, and difficult for most people when considering a cat of this size. He brought it's face level with his, staring into her eyes while being mindful not to give it an easy swipe at his cheek. <br><br>“<strong>Are...you're...</strong>” He stammered trying to verbalise his confusion. Seeing a cat and imagining an Elf was not exactly a common sign of alcoholism, and the Smith found himself rarely interacting with magic in his day-to-day life. He knew it existed, but it was hardly a common thing for Dwarves to dabble in, and he'd mostly experienced parlour tricks in Amberdale.<br><br>Sighing, defeated, he put the cat down and moved over to sit on his bed. Grumpy and a little confused, he waved a hand at Puma. “<strong>You can stay for a night, but that's it. I've no interest in a pet...</strong>” He grumbled, his whole body falling backwards onto the bed as he thought back to the brief glance at the Elf from before. He must have been tired if his mind was conjuring up imaginary beauties...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 23:22:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn | late in the Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun | Open<br><br><hr>A hand slid up Süna's thigh all the way to the bend of her hip, she raised her brew and took a swig. Yokun was agreeing to go on adventures with her. It was good to feel like she had a companion of some type. What that was going to look like was hard to tell but she planned on enjoying the exploration of that relationship, for now it was enough to know that she was not alone. She thunked her draft with his in a cheers and took another pull. Moving herself in a little closer again she attempted to make bodily contact with him, her small frame sitting in tightly against his broad chest for the moment. <br><br><strong>"Do you wager,"</strong> Süna asked innocently. Her smile as full of as much virtue and earnestness as she could muster. <strong>"I'll bet you a coin that I can take you in an arm wrestling match. Do you know of this sport?"</strong> She slapped the coin down on the table that she had picked up earlier from the riverside. The same coin that Yokun had left as an offering to be precise. Her backside slid of the seat and she put her elbow on the table. <strong>"It's like this, you bend your arm and pull on the other persons arm while holding hands until you fold it down to the table."</strong> Yokun may have known this sport, she was sure that elsewhere in the world they must have similar contests of strength. Süna wiggled her fingers invitingly. <strong>"Clasp my hand and when you say go.. you try pull it down and I'll do the same."</strong> Her eyes sparkled knowing that she was no contest for this man with arms that were all muscle and sinew. If he engaged her in this contest he would surely win. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 23:43:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/WAPJeF6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Floor Two, Leo's room | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><br><hr>Puma didn't like being picked up by the scruff of her neck, she twisted a little then it settled in, like getting your hair pulled. Her tiny body felt heat through it and she tried to resist. Once the big man put her back down she shook her whole body with a restless agitation. Damn him for making that feel so good. <br><br>The furry kitten tilted its from side to side which may have come across as confusion, the look an animal gives a person when they talk to it. She cleaned her paw casually watching out of the corner of her eye as he fell backwards onto the bed. The moment he was looking straight up she pounced up on top of him but not as a kitten. Puma's warm body changed from kitten to elven as she joined him on the bed. Her legs straddled Leo's crotch. Thin soft leather covered her thighs that rested to either side of his body. The thin fabric of her top stretched taught against her well rounded breasts and she leaned in over top of him. The inviting moonlit glow of her eyes flickered as her eyelashes batted and long silky teal hair spilled out over her shoulders. Her skin wasn't tan or red or porcelain, it had the hew of flesh kissed by the glow of the moon. Her flesh was blueish but full of life, matching perfectly with the purple shine of her full lips. Large white scars crossed from face to neck and loomed large as they ran along one shoulder, the remnants of something horrific, a stark contrast to her otherwise very soft feminine presentation. As if echoing that contrast her ears, bottom lip, and nose all bore shining steel rings or studs.<br><br>Staying very still on top of Leo, not menacing or making any sudden movements after her initial landing Puma let the moment sit between them as she waited to see how he would react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 22:31:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma<br><br><hr><br>It all happened too fast. If not for the alcohol making him sluggish, he might have been able to do something; put up some sort of a resistance. Maybe he would have tried to catch the Cat-turned-Elf, or rolled out of the way. Maybe he would have seen it coming before he was being straddled by a beautiful woman with lavender skin...Or maybe he wouldn't. It was hardly an undesirable place to be. Looking up at the scar-laden vixen, he was caught blinking again. Processing the information was proving a slower process than he might have liked to admit, but here he was gazing up at a woman of exceptional quality and, apparently, unknown talents. Femininity bred with savagery had given form to this woman; and she had decided to trap him in place. While he had little doubt he could outmuscle the lithe woman atop him, he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to.<br><br>“<strong>Either I've drunk too much, or I'm counting that as buying you a drink.</strong>” He said, trying to laugh off the oddity of his situation. There was a good chance he was dreaming, and a part of him wanted to test that. His hand rose up slowly, first brushing along the woman's arm – so as to prove to himself she wasn't some moon-conjured illusion – and then he brought his hand down to his own neck, pinching himself. With a hiss he recoiled at the pain, which had the added effect of sobering him up slightly, but also confirmed his...fear? Belief? Hope?<br><br>So with his hands now moving, one moved up to the woman's face, touching her chin gently while a digit roamed up to the piercing on her bottom lip. “<strong>You are...very strange.</strong>” He said, unsure what the correct thing to say was. How were you supposed respond to being mounted by a lavender Elf with plenty of skin and a wonderful form? He could think of one way, and the slight hardening of the space she straddled might give that thought away, not that he was ashamed of it. If anything, she'd started this dance. "<strong>So...You've graced my table, you've followed me into my room... What comes next?" He frowned, his hand finally stopping the brief exploratory touch of the woman's face. She was certainly mystifying, in her oddity. "Do you have a plan? A plot? A name, even?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 23:16:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna<br><br>Yokun had finished his food quickly finally feeling his stomach stop complaining. Honestly that would be the last day he would skip breakfast in hopes of getting an early start on a quest. Especially if that quest required him to go hunting a bunch of smelly sex rabbits, but at least this quest ended better than the ones he usually partook upon. He had money in coin and some more to be made in the morning and best of all he made a friend and possibly a little bit more this time around.<br><br>He was about to finish his drink when the tiny Elf girl, obviously more drunk than he was proposed an arm wrestling match-up between the two of them, even throwing down a copper coin as the wager. He couldn't help, but laugh out loud at the idea, there was more to this little game than arm wrestling and he was all for it. Spinning to meet her challenge he threw down a copper as well. "Hehe ok Suna, you're on." Clasping the woman's small somewhat calloused hand Yokun stared into her dazzling eyed and didn't fail to notice how close she had gotten him. But what he did fail to notice was the table was lopsided and one of the barkeep's older attempts at making his own furniture to save money. He'd become quite adept at carpentry since the days of this rickety two and third-legged table. But in the end it would in the favor for both Suna's and Yokun's obvious plans.<br><br>The wrestler's clasped hands and on the count of thee Yokun went to slam the Elf's hand down, but he had either underestimated her overall weight or overestimated the stability of their table. As soon as he moved the whole table flipped with him causing both sitters to fall off their stools. Yokun managed to catch his fall with a leg plat and then caught Suna across his lap their hand still holding each other.&nbsp; With a weak wince he looked at the flipped table then at the burly bartender glancing at his axe on the wall for a few seconds before glaring at Yokun. With a weak chuckle Yokun picked Suna up into his arms. "Hehe, I think it's time to call it a night Elfie." He looked sheepishly at the woman he was carrying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 23:23:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/WAPJeF6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Floor Two, Leo's room | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><br><hr>As the large man's realization set in Puma smiled a little, she stayed very still as he reached up to touch her. Her head titled a slight nod as he spoke about a drink. The touch of his rough hand along her arm sent pleasurable chills through her body. The feel of his finger running along the underside of her lip and over the metal stud. She settled her hips back and wiggled a little adjusting herself on the growing tension that pressed up on her from between his legs.<br><br><em>“You are...very strange.” He said.</em><br><br>Puma's head tilted to the side with moon bright eyes studying him, she half nuzzled his hand like she had as a cat.<br><br><strong>"I wish you no harm,"</strong> Puma said. <strong>"I think your beautiful and fun. I just want to say thank you."</strong> Her smile broadened. <strong>"My people call me Puma or little kitten. I am she who is daughter of the moon, a druid of the earth mother."</strong> Her body moved forward grinding against his growing member and leaning over top of him again. The tips of her soft warm breasts lay against his chest. <strong>"You were very kind to me but I wonder if you would extend to me another kindness and allow me to sleep in your bed this evening?"</strong> Her long teal hair was falling across his face now, the smell of it like a field of night flowers. <strong>"I am warm and take up little room."</strong> The mass of teal fell all over him as she tilted her head forward and sniffed around his neck and chest. Quietly she spoke, half asking him and half simply making a statement to herself. <strong>"What are you?"</strong> She sniffed again as a low barely audible purr resonated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 00:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn | late in the Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun | Open<br><br><hr>There was an expression that Süna had heard once, pear shaped. It was expressed when all of your plans failed or ended up just simply not going to plan. That's what happened when the pair of Süna and Yokun had a little arm wrestle. He was clearly larger and stronger, the table however disagreed with both of them. Giving way, the table tumbled the pair into each other. Süna ended up in Yokon's lap with the both of them still holding hands. Süna couldn't stop laughing or catch her breath, the situation was embarrassing and fantastic.&nbsp; She gently thumped on the sturdy man's chest with one small fist and planted a kiss on his cheek at the proposition of retiring for the evening. The kiss was soft, warm and inviting.<br><br>All was not an entire loss for her wager though. The coin she had wagered was Yokun's to begin with and when they both tumbled and the whole arm wrestling situation went pear shaped Süna had grabbed the two coins in the fall. Rogues were natural thieves at heart and her hands were well coordinated even if daggers didn't always do what she planned. <br><br>Giggling and planting another kiss on the man's cheek she attempted to turn his face to hers for a full kiss. This one would be more inviting than the last. While her other hand now dangling behind him, she flicked the pair of coins to land on the bar top. She had no idea if it would pay for the table but she hoped the gesture would be appreciated by the Inn Keep. Again, it never cost her a thing she was just using Yokun's coins. It's easy to be generous when the coin is not your own.<br><br>Giving Yokun a playful slap on the back Süna said, <strong>"Hurry. Let's go"</strong> She kicked her legs a little enthusiastically in anticipation of the journey to his room. As Yokun made his way to the room she laughed more and pushed off of a wall with her toes to cause him to wobble. Giggling more at his trials. Then she ducked her head to avoid a door jam and on getting to his door she swung herself around so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was face to face with him. The tiny elf practically used him like the climbing tree of her youth. Plus, it was much easier to enter the doorway like this! She planted kisses on his thick neck, giving it a playful nip and giggling while she clung on. <br><br>The room was dark with no candles lit yet and she kicked the door shut so that the room was all in blackness. Giggling more she dropped to her toes and in the darkness wiggled out of her skirt, glowing green eyes dipping low then raising again. He would have ready access to touch her in the darkness until she took a step away from him then tossed the skirt onto his shoulder. With her green eyes bobbing back away from him more she unfastened the velvet bodice that encased her young amply developed frame. The small room completely engulfed in blackness he would not be able to see what she was doing, only hear the rustle of fabric and watch the movement of her eyes. She closed her eyes so he couldn't see her. Deftly, silently, using all her stealthy abilities she stepped to his side and lay her bodice on his shoulder with one swift movement. In a graceful pirouette, Süna spun back and away, leaning up against the wall a few feet from where the man stood. Quietly she breathed, keeping her eyes closed, she waited without saying a word. She waited to see if he would come and find her in the dark. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 01:22:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna, closed<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Graphic sexual content, swearing, and nudity<br><br>Suna's giddiness was contagious and Yokun found himself smiling broadly as he and his Elf roommate made their way into his room. He easily let his hands roam over the woman as she giggled and wriggled in his arms. She was very light, he'd heard Elves in general were light despite all having extremely fit and in Suna's case amply curved. No one could ever agree why that was, some say they have lighter bones, others it's something in their innately magical bodies that made them so light.<br><br>Yokun had no clue what the reason was, nor did he care. Al he knew and cared about was the sexy little Elf bouncing nude about his room after using him like a coat horse. And he was so happy that was the case, foreplay has been something he was neutral about in most of his interactions with the fairer sex. Sometimes it was nice, sometimes it just dragged the night on, but tonight he had a feeling this would be one of those "nice" times. The Blood Elf's eyes really did glimmer in the darkness, when he saw it before he shrugged it off as a trick of some light. It was unnerving to say the least, but no man worth his salt would let such a sexy little plaything escape just because her eyes glowed like some kind of she-wolf in the night. <br><br>Tossing her discarded clothes away Yokun chuckled beginning to pull off his own clothes. Now he was really glad he took that bath earlier. "Hmm they told me as a boy that following floating eyes in the dark would lead to my death." First he removed the overcoat and shirt his scarred and deeply tanned upper body rippled with muscle as he danced slightly working the shirt off, it had always been a little tight around the shoulders, one of these days he was going to rip out of it. Once those were gone he tossed them into the closet, this being his room and all he knew where things were even in the dark. He next licked his lips working on his boots next the hard click of the heels that would give away his position gone. Now only the sound of his feet shuffling lightly on the carpet could be heard. "But I also remember tales of wayward fighters lost in the wilderness following those same floating eyes to salivation and Nirvāṇa." The last thing to fall were his heavy cloth pants complete with the clunk of his knuckle dusters. Now both equally naked and stealthily Yokun lifted his nose and smelled for the Elf girl, if it could've brought him to alcohol and roasting meat it could surely show him to his playful little friend. <br><br>Moving his hands slowly along the wall and sniffing he soon locked in on her, with the wonderful surprise of feeling Suna's smooth shoulder than her wonderfully plump breasts the nipples already beginning to harden. Bringing himself close he sought the girl's lips and kissed them deeply before pulling back both hands coming down her body dragging the nails along the smooth flesh until they found her hips. "Hmm seems I just found my salvation." He pulled her close his thick manhood already rising to brush along the inside of her slender thigh and moving north. Holding onto the woman's plush backside he moved to plant kisses along her upper chest and neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 16:18:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma<br><strong>Note:</strong> Getting Steamy, Sexual Content likely to follow.<br><br><hr><br>If things had started off strange, they only kept getting stranger as he found himself – in all of this madness – somehow petting the teal scalp of the scarred Elven druidess atop him. Her wiggle was not missed, and encouraged the growth of the tensing length just so. “<strong>Druid...moon-daughter...Puma? Puma...</strong>” He rolled all of what she said around his mouth just in time for her to roll her hips and grind against him. The soft grunt of surprise and of unexpected pleasure had him jerk slightly, his hand gripping her shoulder for a moment to briefly slow down all of the...well...everything.<br><br>“<strong>This is...a lot to take in.</strong>” He said, not really dedicating to a tone that was dismissive, but nor was it instantly welcoming. Everything was starting to make his head thump, but his hand released her shoulder and slowly coming to rest on her back instead. It was dangerously close to an embrace, but how could he resist? The warmth of her body, the sweet smell of her hair, the musical whimsy of her little purring delight at his presence...To be wanted was intoxicating, even more so than the wine. “<strong>I suppose I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you, Puma...</strong>” He was still slightly confused by everything, but his body's response was anything but. The hardness of his prick still strained against his clothing and pressed against her with an obvious heat, and his arm had wrapped around her in a moment of acceptance. <br><br>She asked what he was, and he shrugged, his entire body moving underneath her. His free hand wiggled slightly as he shimmied one of his shoulders after the shrug, eventually letting his arm slip free of the shirt, and then moments later it pulled the shirt off of his frame entirely. She seemed to like his smell, and his warmth, so why not offer more? “<strong>I am...well, I guess I-</strong>” He cut himself off, the complication of it all proving difficult to talk about in the moment of shared warmth and flustering confusion. Instead he leaned up and pressed himself closer to her, letting the warmth of the Orcish Smith permiate through the Druidess, as his hand on her back gripped her side and dragged her with him into a more comfortable position on the bed. His head could now rest on the pillow, his almond eyes staring up at the mystery on top of him. “<strong>Why are you here? You said you have people, and yet you are alone in Amberdale? Why is that?</strong>” Curiosity didn't stop his hands from wandering, slowly the firm grip on her hip moved down to her back, sliding the tips of his rugged fingers underneath the hem of her shirt and stroking along her back. They explored, undeterred and encouraged by the woman's own boldness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 18:16:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zUwxjty.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Wren Smallburrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15885804#msg15885804)<br><strong>Race and occupation:</strong> Halfling Trickster<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Early Morning / Main Taproom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Naevys<hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Having Naevys' arm around her shoulders made it easy for Wren to sort of snuggle in all comfy-like. "Oh! well, hello Throckmorton! I don't suppose you might have some hot water back <em>theyeeeah!</em>" She yelped as Naevys jostled her around with his proclamations, her cheeks burning at the bard's promise of bedding those in need.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>"Shore thing, lass,"</em> the barkeep said, returnign a moment later with a clay cup of steaming water, to which Wren added a handful of flower petals. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! Uhm! Hmmm" Wren sipped her tea and tried to look thoughtful. "The board, I suppose? Or maybe... did you want to come back tonight? What will we do until then?" She blinked her big chocolate eyes up at the bard, nibblign her lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 23:55:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn | late in the Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun | Open<br><strong>Warning</strong>: Graphic sexual content, swearing, and nudity<br><br><hr>With her eyes closed Süna joined Yokun in the darkness. She could see nothing but hear the rustling of his clothes and she smiled knowing that he was joining the nude dance around the room. The feeling of her heart pounding grew louder in her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut, daring not to peak.&nbsp; Yokun spoke and finished his undressing, his feet padding around on the familiar floor of his room. She could hear him sniffing for her scent, a little floral and a little road sweat but surely nothing that would offend his senses.<br><br>Large rough hands found her supple smooth skin and ran along her body finding the full warm roundness of her breasts, the tips erect and responsive to the calluses of his palms and fingers. Their lips found each other and she melted into the kiss, rising to her tip toes attempting to even them out. Then his hands found her hips and moved around to grab hold of rounded ass. She leaned back, pressing her hips forwarded enjoying the feeling of his lips all over her body. The thick flesh between his legs running up her thigh and coming into contact with her labia. She shivered with pleasure, eyes opening and softly illuminating the ceiling with a green glow. She raised one leg and wrapped it around his waist, swiftly moving to wrap her other leg around him. The move was fluid and graceful, her body light and soft in his hands, he held her up by her backside and she clung to him with legs wrapped around. The tip of his maleness dancing around her opening before sliding back just a little to far and rubbing against valley of her backside. She was small, he was large, and Süna was helplessly pinned up against the wall by her shoulders. Yokun's mouth worked over her body.<br><br>Süna whispered, <strong>"Death or Nirvāṇa, all things have endings but yes, let us find salvation in this moment." </strong><br><br>Running her hands over his shoulders and arms, she clung onto him and wiggled her hips finding the top of his throbbing tip and rubbing it against her opening. Her body left a slick wet natural lubrication on his tip as it pushed against the tight small opening. Süna made no attempt to hide her desire rocking around on him by flexing her slim strong thighs and twisting her hips. Cradling his head with her arms around his neck, fingers toying with his hair, she held him next to her breasts so he could devour them. The tips puffy, full, with large hard responsive ends. The soft moans she emanated would let him know how much she was enjoying this. Every movement of his body and the large corded muscles flexing brought her pleasure as she reveled in his strength.<br><br><strong>"Do it,"</strong> Süna whispered, her voice ragged and full of heat. <strong>"I want to feel you inside of me."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>01-07-2021, 00:16:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Yokun's room/ Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna, closed<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Graphic sexual content and nudity.<br><br>Nearly lost in the heady smell of their arousal Yokun's hands and mouth moved on their own while his brain simply reeled in the beginning of ecstasy. Pre-cum already coating his tip as it rubbed along the velvety promise of Suna's womanhood eager for entry. At first they missed the size difference making itself known and for a split second he worried about damaging the perfection of the Elf's sex. He has been accused of ruining some of his partners for other men after only a single night of coupling.<br><br>But as the game of skin continued he heard, smelt, and felt the woman's lusts as much as he was sure she could do for him. And when she opened those gorgeous eyes mesmerizing him even more than before. He was very glad he chose to stay sober tonight, though the small amounts of alcohol they both had in them would make this that much better. Everything would be amplified tonight, as she wrapped her legs around him his hands gripped and held her by the bottom of the ass as his hips pressed her back flat to the cool wall of his room. Being thankful for his years of training and living outside. The Elf girl would be no effort to keep aloft, at least until the power of their climaxes would threaten to sap the sturdiness from his legs as he emptied his vigor into her tunnel.<br><br>But as she guided his mouth to torment her plump breast, he quickly slid into her while his mouth sucked almost directly on the puffy hard nipples of the woman's left breast. At first her wonderful tightness threatened to keep him out of her perfection, but as their bodies heated up and he managed to suck most of her breast into his mouth his tongue continually teasing the hard nip, his teeth dragging gently along the soft tender flesh. Upon the first contact with his teeth the womanhood open up to him and with little effort his slid his hard throbbing length deep inside of her. He would've sworn he felt her tear a little, but it didn't seem to stop her or him. He stayed still inside of the tiny Elf woman for a few seconds until she could get used to his girth. But it was only a fraction of time before he pulled nearly full out keeping just the tip inside before plunging himself even deeper than before. <br><br>He moaned around her breast having to pull back for a second to catch his breath and smile up at the woman he had ruthlessly pinned to the wall. "So...tight...so nice." He let out a low growling pant before he dug his fingers into her backside and returned to punishing her tender breasts with his lips, teeth and tongue. His hips moving in deep, slow thrusts making the woman's whole body bounce from the ebb and flow of each powerful pass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>01-07-2021, 00:31:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Floor Two, Leo's room | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><strong>Warning</strong>: Graphic sexual content, swearing, and nudity may follow<br><br><hr>Struggling to find words, the large man, finally capitulated and agreed to share his bed with the small elven druid. As Leo struggled with words she purred softly, <strong>"Puma"</strong> to give him a name to hold onto. The whole time she simply stayed on him, letting him adjust as he wished. The man was large and strong, she would be little resistance to his movements. His large hand holding her side and adjusting her with ease. The heat between her legs that pressed against him was more likely to be a deterrent against too much movement and she was correct as he moved but never broke that contact between them. Even with leather pants on, the thin fabric that fitted neatly against her body did little to hide her heat and shape. The pressure of his male shape molding well against her. She let her body fall in and lay completely against him.<br><br>Leo's fingers played against her soft flesh at the small of her back, just under the lines of her shirts as he spoke more, the words more coherent. <br><br><em>“Why are you here? You said you have people, and yet you are alone in Amberdale? Why is that?” &lt;he said&gt;</em><br><br>A smile curled at the corner of her lips as Leo's finger tips ran up and down along her spine, exploring her body. He would find beneath her clothes she was soft of skin but lean and muscular. A small occasionally scars lightly peppering her back. If he could see them they would be white against her lavender flesh. Some claw marks, some bites, others the trails of sharp objects. She was not covered in them but there were many stories told across her in the forms of those white marks.<br><br>Puma said, <strong>"My people are of the Earth Mother... Druids. But I chose a new path and followed an elder on a path set for us by the Moon Goddess. This is why I have many names."</strong> She spoke with a slightly stilted but soft accent as if words had to be thought about before spoken. Puma was indeed giving reverence and meaning to them. Her head nodded a little. <strong>"My elder guide is with the Earth Mother now and I am on my own." </strong>She walked her fingers along his chest. <strong>"So I travel the land and follow the path the Moon Goddess guides me on."</strong> She smiled more broadly, her glowing eyes seeming to brighten a little. "<strong>It has led me to you, Leo. And now I stay in your bed."</strong> <br><br>Sliding to the side, Puma lay against his body, up against his side. Her leg resting over his enlarged member. She adjusted into the position, her inner thigh rubbing against his crotch.<br><br><strong>"Now, I think it is your turn, Leo. Tell me where you come from? ...My home is called The Veil. It lies deep in the dark forests. But you are different than most men I have seen."</strong> She reached a finger up attempting to caress his lips and tusks. <strong>"I like them. Why not grow them large and proud."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>02-07-2021, 01:23:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma<br><strong>Note:</strong> Getting Steamy, Sexual Content likely to follow.<br><br><hr><br>Puma offered a brief glimpse of her past: Telling tales of A lost mentor, of a divergence from her old ways to find something new, and of a sort of moon-guided wanderlust that led her to Ambervale. It was interesting, although just as interesting was the tapestry of wounds long healed on her back. It was hard not to find this woman fascinating, even more so for the stories she <em>didn't</em> tell him. Part of him wanted to start tracing shapes along the imperfections, and ask about the stories behind them. Another part wanted to bring his lips to them, planting kisses and trailing his tongue, just to revel in the sense of closeness.<br><br>She slid off of him, and pressed against his side. He briefly felt a sense of relief, only to instantly feel the tension of her thigh pressing and caressing against his cock through the layers of clothing beneath. Part of him considered rebutting her, but another part was fantasising about his own hand trailing up her thigh, sliding underneath her clothing and between her legs and...<br><br>His thoughts were brought back to reality as she asked questions of him, and as her fingers repeated his own curiosity from earlier. Whereas he had wanted to explore the piercings, she was curious about his tusks. She would feel them smooth and controlled as the filing had hinted, but still sharp at the point. “<strong>The same reason people cut their hair; sometimes they get in the way.</strong>” It wasn't the most convincing argument, but it was at least rooted in truth. They could be frustrating when you were chewing, and he'd accidentally bit his lip more times than most because of his tusks. “<strong>As for where I came from? I don't...really know. My folks are Dwarves; they adopted me when I was a babe. Never met the man who sired me, or the woman who birthed me. When I was younger it used to keep me up at night, but now I've settled on a simple truth. Born an Orc, raised a Dwarf.</strong>” <br><br>Slowly, as her thigh continued to rub and tease, his body grew bolder. His hand moved from her back down to the hem of her trousers. Leather gave way to his thumb hooking at the waistline, and he tugged it slowly down, guiding her trousers off and slowly making moves to strip a layer of her clothing off. Part of him was just trying to make sure there was some balance to their little arrangement. He'd lost a shirt, she should lose a garment too, right? The other part of him just wanted to feel her bare thighs under his palms, and appreciate the curve of her ass. <br><br>“<strong>You've a lot of stories on your body.</strong>” He nodded towards the prominent scars on her chest and neck, not moving far enough to pull away from her probing fingers, which he took a moment to kiss. “<strong>Tell me a good one. Tell me a story about your favourite war wound. Dwarves love a good story, and Orcs love a good scar.</strong>” Whether it was alcohol that was making him bold, or just her touch, he wasn't going to stop himself from admiring Puma. She may have padded into his life tonight, but he wasn't going to turn away a good time; especially one keen to share his bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-07-2021, 18:00:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Taproom of the Vine and Horn | late in the Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun | Open<br><strong>Warning</strong>: Graphic sexual content, swearing, sweating, and nudity<br><br><hr>The moment Yokun entered Süna, she drew in a sharp breath. The man was large and thick, nothing like the elven man back home. Not that she was very experienced in pleasuring but she had been the object a few men's desires, most had left her wanting. Maybe this was part of the reason she sought adventure in other lands, she liked the roughness sturdiness of the adventuring men that she met on her travels. Yokun was everything she found attractive in a man and his sex was equal to her expectations. <br><br>Süna gripped his thick muscled back unable to fully let herself breath as he toyed with his cock inside of her. Pressing himself in then drawing out slowly before shoving himself back inside. Her opening gripped as tightly as her fingers did into his back, one hand wrapped around and clutching at the side of his neck. Her fingers white at the tips as she gripped and clung. Süna's breath came ragged as the pace intensified, she felt herself opening up to him, the slick wetness dripping out and down along his shaft. With a pleasure filled whimper Süna began to thrust her hips to meet his hips. The long inch by torturous inch of his cock sliding out and pounding back inside. Her tiny body bounced on him, every motion accompanied with moans and whimpers that ended with a small grunt as he bottomed out and she began to take all of him inside. <br><br>In one moment she was away from the wall about an inch then in the next moment her back smacked up against it and she grunted again. The whimpers began to be accompanied with a low, "yes," that would be abruptly cut off as her back slammed into the wall again and she grunted. From the hallway anyone passing by would hear the moans and repetitive THUD THUD THUD as the pair fucked hard, their bodies working up a sweaty slick sheen of passion.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-07-2021, 18:41:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Floor Two, Leo's room | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><strong>Warning</strong>: Graphic sexual content, swearing, and nudity may follow<br><br><hr><em>“The same reason people cut their hair; sometimes they get in the way.”</em>&nbsp; Was Leo's first reply. Puma smiled at the response, her long hair that extended down to her backside had not been cut for as long as she could remember it. The proof was flowing all over her body and spilling across his as she lay with him, entangled on the bed. Puma listened intently as he spoke, keeping herself close in contact with him.<br><br>As Leo's thumb hooked the thin soft leather covering her lower half she yielded easily to his touch and allowed her pants to come off. They were soft and stretched easily, her fingers flicking loose a small knotted cord that offered a bit of resistance as her waist was small and her hips and backside well curved with muscle and soft feminine roundness. She moved a bit to bring up her legs, kick the boots off and flick the pants past her ankles, they caught on her toes and dangled over the side of the bed. Puma ignored the dangling pants and moved back into place with her warm thigh rubbing him again. Leo's hands went back to exploring her.<br><br><em>“You've a lot of stories on your body.” He nodded towards the prominent scars on her chest and neck, not moving far enough to pull away from her probing fingers, which he took a moment to kiss. “Tell me a good one. Tell me a story about your favourite war wound. Dwarves love a good story, and Orcs love a good scar.”</em><br><br>Puma turned her head to watch Leo's hand moving along her side before she returned her eyes to look up into his. The corners of her lips turned up in a smile.<br><br><strong>"Most of my scars are from running in the wild. As a kitten I'm often targeted as prey by larger predators. I've been tackled, bitten, swatted away and occasionally had to fight while on the hunt. Prey doesn't usually give up easily."</strong> Puma's grin was toothy, her eyes shone a little remembering the thrill of the hunt. <br><br>With a tilt of her head she exposed the scars that ran along her face, neck, body, and shoulder... The wide white claw marks that looked like they had been deep and life threatening at one time. <strong>"This is from a bear that was corrupted. There is an evil that lurks like a plague in the forests and it infects some creatures and places. It has no face and no form but turns the beautiful gentle forest life into monsters."</strong> She leaned and kissed Leo's shirtless chest, planting a full wet kiss allowing it to cool in the night air as she continued. <strong>"It happened without warning when I came on the bear. He was large and from behind just a mass of fur, like any wild bear. I felt no fear or trepidation but as I approached the horror turned on me. The bear's great form blistered and awful. Words cannot describe the sorrow. It hit me before I knew what was happened, flung me bodily far and ripped me open. Gasping for breath I turned and ran into the shadows of the forest to hide until the danger passed. It was no great war wound, I was simply attacked. I'm still a little kitten. Hunting rabbits is about as dangerous as I get."</strong> She nipped playfully at his chest and planted another wet kiss instead, resting her chin on his body looking up at him. With a free hand she pulled her hair back over her shoulder. <strong>"But this bite here,"</strong> she tapped lightly on what looked like a wide mouthed dog bite, shallow and pale in scarring. <strong>"That was a love bite."</strong> She put her teeth around his nipple then kissed up his chest. <strong>"My mate bit me as he deflowered me, laying his claim to me and distracting me from the moment's discomfort."</strong> She grinned sliding her hand down under her thigh and under whatever cloth stood between her and Leo's member, her fingers wrapping around it's girth. Teasing Puma said, <strong>"I'm also stronger than I look. He needed to hold on somehow."</strong> To emphasize she gave a gentle squeeze and stroked him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>04-07-2021, 00:44:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Yokun's room/ Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna, closed<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Graphic sexual content and nudity.<br><br>With each passing second Yokun felt Suna open up to him. His shaft going deeper and deeper with each pass, her channel seeming to shape around his shaft like a perfectly fitted glove. It was almost as if they were made to be together, like her womanhood would only ever fit him inside of it forevermore. The idea of actually ruining the small woman's walls in such a way that only he could please her again made the fighter's head swirl like he was already drunk.<br><br>It was a romanization born form the heat of the moment and really...really good sex, nature had made male and females this way. So in a general sense each female is indeed made for the pleasure of each male. And each male was sculpted to bring pleasure to each female, mother nature makes no mistakes in her creations. Sure sometimes she seems to get a little drunk at the kiln, but every living thing is made for the purposes of pleasure, no matter how they go about getting it. But as the Elf's quiet whimpers turned to screams of pleasure Yokun found himself using the idea of her being built for him to force his hips to go harder and faster, his hands and arms became like iron support not only Suna's full weight upon them, but part of his own as he leaned more into the girl claiming as much of her tightness as possible forcing it to conform to shape of his unique size and shape of his manhood. <br><br>The continuous thunking of Suna's back against the wall was another treat he clung to trying to focus himself on bringing pleasure to the Blood Elf before he gets his share. Though difficult especially when well into his cups he found many women enjoyed the courtesy of reaching their heights of pleasure first as if it was the man's way of apologizing for making a mess of her insides, or covering her in his sticky seed so as to avoid cumming inside and unwittingly planting fertile seeds in her womb. Magic and abstinence were the most effective contraceptives around, but one was very expensive and the other just no fun to deal with. So Yokun, like most men learned the pull out technique just before he blew his load he would pull out and likely hose down the woman's body as his climax just went wild. Unless they were doing oral or backdoor stuff of course, then all bets were off and both parties just went with the flow until it was over.<br><br>Yokun wasn't sure how this would end, but he would enjoy every second of it. Suna's body had begun to bounce and writher too much for him to keep playing with her bust, his lips and teeth were missing more than latching on so he moved to his third favorite place to use his mouth. Lowering his arms a little so the woman's chest was against&nbsp; his own he began biting on to her bare neck and shoulder leaving numerous hickies as he peppered were hot sweaty flesh with kisses and nips. Sometimes he would seek out her lips and tongue for a change of pace, but he began to feel the tightening in his loins signaling a climax could be approaching. He willed himself to last just a little bit longer, but having such a sensual partner at your mercy does wonders for a man's pleasures. He barley pulled out of his lover before driving himself back inside, were long powerful thrusts once were were now quick and powerful thrusts their hips mashing together loudly as the froth of sensuality began coating their lower parts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-07-2021, 22:05:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Puma<br><strong>Note:</strong> Getting Steamy, Sexual Content likely to follow.<br><br><hr><br>As promised, the Dwarf-raised Half-Orc was enraptured by Puma's story, especially the two latest ones. Thoughts of her fighting some mutant, violent bear had him riled up slightly; the hunger for battle and violence only barely satiated by his own self-measuring restraint. Her second story only gave his hunger a different route to follow. Need blossomed in his throat as a grumble encouraged her touch further. His prick, erect and large in her grasp, strained and flexed at her grasping and stroking. “<strong>I can't tell if that last one is an invitation or a challenge.</strong>” He said, smirking as he finally decided his plan for the evening. His free hand moved to his own trousers, tugging at the belt and pulling it away before starting to wiggle his hips in protest at the confinement of his own trousers.<br><br>Moments later, they were sliding free. Stripping away another layer of constraining clothes and letting her freely grasp the warmth of his cock – now only held back by a thin layer of underwear. His hand, free of the duty of stripping himself, reached up, stroking up her leg until it was cupping the warm flesh of her thighs. Finally, it moved up the curve of her ass and grasped the full, toned flesh before pushing his weight to one side. The end result was him rolling on top of her, still very much grasping her butt as he loomed over the woman who celebrated his warmth, and strength. <br><br>“<strong>No more questions?</strong>” He said, before leaning in and taking the woman's lips with his own. She'd feel his tusks first, scraping against her bottom lip before his lips parted so as to stroke against hers. His hand on her ass squeezed a firm handful of her flesh as the other hand moved under her shirt again, finding some of the knotted, gnarled flesh of one of the scars on her back and gently running his fingernails across it; worship and challenge rolled into one. His hips bucked closer to hers, encouraging her fingers by pressing the hotness of his cock so barely contained by thin cloth underwear against her own core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 02:03:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4QQ9cdd.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Süna Lightwater</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884636#msg15884636)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Blood Elf | Outlaw Rogue<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Yokun's room | late in the Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Yokun<br><strong>Warning</strong>: Graphic sexual content, swearing, sweating, and nudity<br><br><hr>The pair of lovers grappled with each other, clinging to each other's bodies in erotic entanglement. Süna could feel Yokun's girth deep inside of her as he pushed for every inch to bury himself fully. Their mouths found each other with fervent passion and she reveled in feeling of his mouth on her neck and shoulder. He latched on sucking and nipping, leaving red welts and sex marks all over her. Süna's short blond bob of silky fine hair was a mess sticking to her sweaty face. The frantic rhythm of his desperate thrusting and the feeling of her clit grinding against him each time was to much to handle. He had wanted to give her an orgasm and succeeded. Her toes curled as her legs held on tightly, her ankles kicked at this backside encouraging him to go faster as her soft moans slipped into words that begged for it harder and harder. There was no actual harder for them to go as they were already loud and rough, banging hard up against the wall but her need for him made her continue to beg for it more and more. She trembled in his firm grasp and slicked his manhood with her wetness as the orgasm rolled through her body. She thought her mind was going to explode if he didn't relent as he mercilessly pounded her with his rigid cock but while her whole body suffered under the pleasure of her orgasm she couldn't help herself and continued begging him for more. <br><br>Süna's mouth found his ear, sucking and kissing as she returned the favor he had given her. Mouth on his neck she gave him a large red hickey and gently bit down between moans until the moment that he banged her up against the wall again and knocked her loose with a desperate moan coming from somewhere deep inside of her. Leaning back into his ear again she started to beg him to bend her over, asking for him to give it to her from behind. If he would throw her onto the bed with her ass up in the air she was ready to bounce on his cock with her firm round pink ass up in the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 02:22:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UIHlPhP.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Puma</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15891423#msg15891423)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Night Elf | Animal Druid of the Earth Mother<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Floor Two, Leo's room | Evening | W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Leo <br><strong>Warning</strong>: Graphic sexual content, swearing, and nudity may follow<br><br><hr>Large in her hand, the half orc lived up to his stature with his manhood to match. Puma stroked it slowly but took time to make it all the way down to the base and back up again reveling in the feeling of it's growth and throbbing blood flow. <br><br>Leo said<em>,&nbsp; “I can't tell if that last one is an invitation or a challenge.”</em> Moments later he was free of his pants. The large rough hands running along her smooth soft thigh and grasping her backside as he rolled over on top of her. He loomed large and menacing over her small form. Puma liked it.<br><br><em>“No more questions?” </em>He said before he leaned in and kissed her. Puma kissed back with savage passion. His tusks ran along her lips, brushing against the cool steel of the stud in the middle of her lower lip. With his hand on her back he found scar and flesh and gripped her as his member rubbed up against her sex. In response her hand shoved the cloth of his under garment aside and she squeezed his cock with her fingers, gripping him tightly around the base half stopping him. She toyed with it, the tip of it slid over her clit and she growled quietly. <br><br>Puma's voice was half growl and half purr as she spoke, <strong>"I like Orc."</strong> Her hips thrust up and down, rubbing the tip of him against her clit forcefully. Her teeth found purchase on his shoulder and she dug in enough to leave a mark before she moved to kiss him again. In between she uttered, <strong>"Challenge..."</strong> before one of her feet came up and found the bend of his leg and hip, she shoved hard with her ankle attempting to knock the big man off balance. It it worked she was going to try and turn the tables to get on top of him. She wanted to grind herself against his manhood, the results of her move would be up to Leo. His size and strength meant that he was mostly in control of this situation, she could only hope that she caught him off guard so she could mount him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - The Vine and Horn IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 18:42:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Yokun's room/ Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Suna, closed<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Graphic sexual content and nudity.<br><br>Never one to leave a lady begging Yokun managed to put the small down on the ground and flipped her over against the wall without breaking his wild thrusting. Besides he was already close to his own end after feeling her tightness clamp around him with her own orgasm. His hands clamped firmly upon the woman's plump bouncing ass as he pressed her front against the now sweat slick wall. The new position allowed to press himself nearly flat against his Elvin lover now.<br><br>Curving his body against her's one of his hands come up to squeeze and fondle one of her bouncing hot breasts his fingers twisting and teasing the nipple while his other hand spanked her ass hard. Once again the thought of cumming inside of her crossed his sex addled mind, he'd never had kids before at least none that he knew. But he also knew there was nothing wrong with him in that department. Could this be the one time being fast and loose with things would bite him in the backside? He didn't know all he knew was seeing this Elf bent over and moaning like this from his hard shaft ramming in and out of her was the best feeling he'd had in a long time and he had no intention of cutting it short now.<br><br>Only a minute or so after changing position Yokun felt his testicle tightening with climax. Moaning loudly both his hands moved up to the Elf's breasts holding onto them as his hips moved in a blur with the rapidly approaching orgasm. Leaning closer her panted in the girl's ear before his tongue began tickling them a little. He'd heard an Elf's ears are quite sensitive and it just felt right to thank her as he planted himself fully inside of her pressing her front flat to the wall just the natural curve of her ass between them as it arrived. Hot sticky seed began blasting all the way into Suna's womb the only movement being his frantically spasming hips for a solid minute and a half cum blackspalshing onto him before he was spent. Staying buried deep inside the woman he released her chest and planted his hands on top of hers as she had been clinging to the wall. Panting heavily he kissed the Elf woman's ear as he felt his manhood growing soft before resting his chin on her shoulder smiling. "That...was fun...Suna...thank you."<br><br>They stayed like that for a little bit before the fighter staggered back pulling out of the woman with a pop before scooping her up in his arms and taking them both to his bed to rest up proper. 
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