The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))
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				Title: <strong>The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 15:40:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/b/d/bustywenchsign_by_pixeldust86-d8jg8pc.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>IC:&nbsp; Main Tavern Thread</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thread Links:<br><strong>OOC Thread</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226313.msg11109766#msg11109766)<br><strong>Selena's Room</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226439.msg11115745#msg11115745)<br><strong>Spa</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226518.msg11118868#msg11118868)</span><br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Story Information</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Content:</strong> Con/ M/F, MM/F, MMM/F; Solo Story with Multiple Revolving Partners<br><br><strong>Setting:</strong>&nbsp; Medieval Fantasy, The Busty Wench Tavern and surrounding town&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interior</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://nerdrpg.weebly.com/uploads/7/3/0/9/7309161/1304100509.png)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Exterior</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/283/9/a/medieval_town_by_shutupandwhisper-d6q07yv.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Scenario:</strong>&nbsp; Any old tavern will serve you ale and good music.&nbsp; The Busty Wench goes a step further by lending its best barmaids and waiters to your service.&nbsp; Lyari, a curvy half-elf girl, will sate your thirst, hunger, and other desires given the right incentive.&nbsp; She can be seen nightly hopping from table to table, vending her wares as the patrons see fit.&nbsp; Others include Asvett, Kira, and Chariss; each with their own talents.&nbsp; For those with other tastes, there are male employees (to be added).<br><br>This will be a somewhat exclusive group story, but will follow the same guidelines as the <em><strong>original story</strong></em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=196791.msg9578071#msg9578071).&nbsp; Patrons of all shapes and sizes will enter the tavern.&nbsp; After having their fill, they will proposition their waitress for more than food or drink.&nbsp; And sexy fun ensues.&nbsp; If said sexiness is wished to happen on the Main Tavern area, you need to wait your turn.&nbsp; This isn't an open sex free-for-all.&nbsp; All characters and interactions will be discussed with me via PM before acceptance to the story.&nbsp; If there is a running list below, you will be PM'ed when it is your turn.<br><br><strong>Characters can include</strong> any humanoid fantasy creature; human warriors, orcs, ogres, dwarfs, elves, vampires, werewolves, lizardmen, minotaurs, centaurs, etc.&nbsp; (PLEASE, no more sex demons or lust deities. The barmaids tend to run into issues with overpowered gods in the Tavern, so keep it somewhat in the realm of reality.)&nbsp; Everyone and anyone is welcome!&nbsp; Gender is not an issue, as long as it is discussed through PMs ahead of time.<br><br><em>Please note:&nbsp; All characters portrayed herein are the age of 18 or above.</em><br><br><strong>Requirements:</strong>&nbsp; At least one 2-3 paragraph post once a week.&nbsp; Someone who is inquisitive, adventurous, and creative would be best for this RP.&nbsp; I'm looking for any gender writing partners to play tavern patrons.&nbsp; You may play a different character after another writer has had their turn.&nbsp; Submit a character (a pic is preferred) and you'll be put on the list!&nbsp; For a group of two or more, both can submit their characters and it will be coordinated.</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Submission</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong>To Enter the Tavern, fill out this character submission form and PM me:</strong></em><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">Name:&nbsp; &nbsp;((Character name))<br>Personality: <br>Appearance:<br>Wishes:&nbsp; (name of waiters/waitresses your interested in)<br>Pic URL:</code></pre></div></div><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapters:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Chapter 1:</strong>&nbsp; The Return, Lyari (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224285.msg11014954#msg11014954)<br><strong>Chapter 2:</strong>&nbsp; First Customer, Jiroph &amp; Asvett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224285.msg11016484#msg11016484)<br><strong>Chapter 3:</strong>&nbsp; Second Customer, Adon &amp; Kira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224285.msg11078365#msg11078365)<br><br><br></span><hr><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Our Humble Employees</span></strong><br><br>Females:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kira, the Strong One</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Kira<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Kira is a no-nonsense kind of orc girl.&nbsp; She takes her job very seriously and will not stop until her patrons are satisfied, even if she has to order them to be happy.&nbsp; Through her upbringing as an orc tribe breeder, she knows all sorts of ways to please others.<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Domination and strength, she can be a pleaser or a force to be reckoned with, buyer's choice.<br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chariss, the Sweet One</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Chariss<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; There is no more sympathetic, sweet bartender than Chariss.&nbsp; Her soft touch and diminutive size is just the thing to make anyone's day a bit brighter.&nbsp; As Lyari's best friend, Chariss was one of the first hires and knows all the ins and outs of the business.<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Size play and submission.&nbsp; At little over 3 feet tall, she's the perfect size without having to get on her knees.<br><br><br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lyari, the Owner</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lyari<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; As sole proprietor and namesake of the Busty Wench, the half-elf is the one that usually draws the crowd in from the cold.&nbsp; Her buxom body and sympathetic, pointy ears keep those in need warm during their stay.<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Jackie of all Trades.&nbsp; Lyari is the most rounded-out of the waitresses, specializing in no singular skill but possessing a little of them all.<br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Asvett, the Spunky One</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Asvett<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Nimble and quick, Asvett is always joking and keeping her fellow barmaids on their toes.&nbsp; She's never without her trademark crooked grin and never turns down a good time.<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Wowing the patrons with her unique sexual maneuvers and insatiable lust.&nbsp; She's never been known to become exhausted by less than three partners.<br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><br>Males:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">David, the Rugged Rogue</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/057/c/2/david_by_pixeldust86-d8joabp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; David<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Usually a loner, the rogue found friends in Lyari and her crew.&nbsp; He decided to stay on as cook and occasional waiter when needed.&nbsp; David keeps to the solitude of his kitchen, but will always join in the fun to be had in the tavern<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Ruggedly handsome, David enjoys wooing his customers with his keen intellect and sly humor.<br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Samson, the Tough Guy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/057/9/3/samson_by_pixeldust86-d8joabj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Samson<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Every bar needs a gruff powerhouse to keep the customers in line.&nbsp; The Busty Wench has Kira the Orc.&nbsp; And when she's not around, it has Samson.&nbsp; Big and strong, the minotaur's only weakness is willing lovers.<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Power with a hint of romanticism, Samson will both delight and make his patrons tremble with passion.<br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lazarus, the Smooth Mage</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/057/d/d/lazarus_by_pixeldust86-d8joabk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lazarus<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Fun and slinky, Lazarus enjoys being the plaything of anyone willing to toy with him.&nbsp; He has a feminine way about him and is only surpassed by Asvett in the fun-loving department.<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; If you want a submissive, cute-as-a-button waiter, look no further than Laz.<br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><br></div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Patron Queue</span></strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jiroph Keckson by MrBadguy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Jiroph Keckson<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong> Mostly quiet and keeps to himself, but he has a lighter side that he expresses to some in private. Besides this nice half he is typically one to shove someone out of his way instead of asking them to move or adjust his course. He takes no time in expressing his true desires while keeping the conversation modest, however thanks to his current occupancy he is always on the edge.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Standing at six feet tall, Jiroph is an example of health and a prospect to look at under his clothing, extensive training keeping him fit. Green eyes, white hair and a big sword nearly complete the eccentric look, added on top of the markings on his body leave most full of questions.<br><br><strong>Wishes:</strong> All four; Asvett, Chariss, Lyari, and Kira<br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Adon by Ragnarök</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Adon the Sex Demon<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong> Sex demon. Adon has an almost insatiable lust and a pretty specific twist to his libido: Instead of cuming, his pretty large phallus will gain in length and width and only once it's enlarged three times, will he be able to release his tension. It usually takes about four or more massive releases (Think three orgasms at once) to get him to settle down for the next six hours.<br>He is sadistic and enjoys watching the eyes of his 'victim' as his oversized phallus chokes her. He enjoys inflicting painful pleasures, usually preferring the back door to the more conventional cunt. He likes to bite and spank and choke, obviously. He likes to leave his 'victim' broken (fucked silly) but satisfied and pleasured. He can appear and disappear in shadows as long as no one watches him.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Tall and of athletic build with long hair, two swirly horns on his head and a set of wings he can sink into his back where they become mere tattoos unless he needs them again. He possesses a far greater strength than meets the eye. Also, he has an already overly large penis without his lustful enlargements (7-8 inches long).<br><br><strong>Wishes:</strong> Kira<br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Selena by Saric</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/335/5/7/avariel_by_jennyverse-d88ei85.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Selena<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong> Selena is a half celestial Avariel(winged elf) who seems to have inherited all the lust for life and wonderlust that her parent races are known for lacking. She rarely stays anywhere for more then a decade or two, unless it's very interesting, has no shame to speak of, and is quite aggressive in taking what she wants. She has standards, but sees no reason not to go straight for what she wants and considers couples to be a 'package deal'. Both men and women are pursued, she enjoys both the top and the bottom, and, in pursuit of 'fun' has learned to summon and dismiss both a cock and her wings at will. Only sleeps with willing individuals. She rarely walks when she can float and has an attention span comparable to that of a playful breeze most of the time.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Red-gold hair and soft grey wings set a striking figure, which the pleasantly curved body does nothing to lessen. Firm muscle hides beneath soft flesh and powerful magic lurks even deeper in. All of this is out shown by her vibrant personality and lively, unrestrained, manner. She commonly wears a steel breastplate over a white robe... and little else, though she carries a long spear with a metal haft inset with stones the color of the sky, all the colors of the sky be it clear or in storm, day or night.<br><br><strong>Wishes:</strong> Yes Please!&nbsp; (All employees possible.)<br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Garad the Explosive by Zeth</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/8bae/f/2015/096/c/e/garad_by_pixeldust86-d8or5nz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Garad the Explosive<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong> Garad is an out going and playful fellow. Though he can be serious and deep at times. He served as a Battlemage in the Anhelm royal army before it dissolved. Garad has a lust for wine, women (sometimes men), and adventure.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Attractive human male wizard in blue.<br><br><strong>Wishes:</strong> Chariss,&nbsp; Asvett<br><br></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: (Character Portrait Use Code) <a href="#" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=150 padding=10][/img][/floatleft]&nbsp; </code></pre></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 22:59:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Thunder rolled over the dark town.&nbsp; Not a spec of light shown over the expanse of small cottages, stone shops, or the burnt-out remains of what was once the most popular tavern east of the Morgirami River.&nbsp; It was a sad sight to be sure, but at least the rain hid the girl's tears.&nbsp; She stomped through ankle-deep mud and filth towards her precious pub.&nbsp; It had long since been written off as abandoned and forgotten.&nbsp; As memories flooded back, Lyari pushed her hood aside and let the drops of water wash over her beautiful, yet downtrodden face.&nbsp; This was her home.&nbsp; It would be again.&nbsp; The half elf made her way into what would pass as shelter for the night and curled into a tight ball in the ashen remnants of her past.&nbsp; It would be a longer journey still, but she would forge ahead.&nbsp; She was nothing if not determined.<br><br>Days and weeks past.&nbsp; Lyari used what little coin she had procuring dwarf stonesmithes, elven carpenters, and strong human workers to rebuild the tavern.&nbsp; When the money ran out, there was only one thing to do.&nbsp; The busty woman traded her body for assistance and materials.&nbsp; It was a bit demeaning without the warmth of her hearth and the support of her family of employees.&nbsp; Speaking of which, the girls managed to return one by one as word spread of the re-opening of the inn.&nbsp; Chariss was the first, having never left Briarton.&nbsp; She was meek and new only her skills at cooking and making drinks.&nbsp; There wasn't an adventurer in her little body.&nbsp; All smiles and tears of joy, she rejoined her friend and set to work making a new menu and ordering provisions for the kitchen and bar.<br><br>Next came Kira.&nbsp; After hearing of Lyari's return, she marched all the way across the map to see if the rumors were true.&nbsp; Exhausted and dirty, the orc girl didn't lay her head down until she got her strong arms around her old boss.&nbsp; Even more, Kira shed the first tears she'd allowed since the raid when she saw her little buddy.&nbsp; Chariss screamed in excitement as she was heft in the orc's arms, thankful that her best friend was still alive, much less present for the rebuilding.&nbsp; Kira replaced nearly half the working crew, managing loads of timber and stone.<br><br>There was unfortunate news as Lyari received word of Erica.&nbsp; Thankfully none of the patrons present had been harmed when Imperial forces invaded.&nbsp; But there was one significant casualty.&nbsp; The wild child fought to the last, more than likely giving Lyari and the others the precious time needed to escape.&nbsp; She paid with her life, however.&nbsp; A small, unmarked grave was located on the edge of town.&nbsp; Lyari vowed to use the first profits of the new tavern to give her a proper headstone.<br><br>Months past and the new and improved Busty Wench Tavern looked better than ever.&nbsp; There was even a new waitress in Asvett, an unusually intelligent goblin girl from hundreds of leagues away.&nbsp; She happened to be in town and decided to show her support.&nbsp; After a few long talks, Lyari persuaded the girl to join them.&nbsp; Her spunky attitude and jovial demeanor was just what the girls needed to liven up the place.&nbsp; Soon the bar was completed.&nbsp; Lyari had a grand opening with mountains of food, drink, and more provocative fair than had been seen in Briarton in those lonely months without the half elf girl.&nbsp; The grand re-opening was a success, but Lyari knew to keep things low-key.&nbsp; It was the sudden growth and popularity that drew the sword of the Imperials that night.&nbsp; This time things would be different.&nbsp; The activities of the Wench would be kept much quieter and pleasant as not to attract that kind of attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 07:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>It had been quite a long time since he had returned to Briarton while not on business, and there was one place that he wanted to go just as he had before. The Busty Wench Tavern. He was there when it was raided, and was forced outside by the Imperial Guards. Unsure of where to go the elf had left the city, ever eager to keep a low profile. But now there he was again, the front door of a similar place, but it looked different, possibly improved. It was a sight to see, and as he entered through the door he was greeted by the same atmosphere of laughter, drinking and eyes ogling the waitresses. The one thing that he noticed though that it was seemingly quieter than before, and the amount of strange guests were slim. He remembered how the first time went though, and was still not comfortable in this place, remaining alert.<br><br>His characteristic giant sword still hung from his waist, and he took a seat at a corner booth just as before. He quickly spotted the mother of this den, the elf Lyari. He had no personal experiences before with this woman, but knew of her. Next, he saw the head of a dwarf behind the counter, who if he recalled correctly had been serving a man when he saw her the first time. The orc was there as well. But he noticed that a certain fiery redhead was not around. He shifted in his seat, unwilling to yet unbuckle his sword. His hands rested upon the table, head up and scanning the room. No, she was not there. After confirming this, he sat back and waited for someone to approach his table. Lately his work had been affecting him more and more. He had been finding it increasingly harder to simply relax, which was what caused him to come to the tavern the first time and now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>27-02-2015, 09:45:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Asvett was at the top of her game that evening.&nbsp; No customer was handed a flagon without receiving a chuckle as well from some random quip or silly, endearing face she made.&nbsp; There was nothing the goblin enjoyed more than making people happy.&nbsp; The Busty Wench seemed the perfect place for her.&nbsp; There was nothing but a steady stream of people just dying to be cheered up.&nbsp; It was like shooting netted harpies in a temple!&nbsp; As the latest sullen wandered stepped in, Asvett turned to size him up.&nbsp; She immediately knew this one would take some time.&nbsp; Even after sitting he hadn't even removed his weaponry!&nbsp; The skittish ones were the hardest to crack, but also the more rewarding.<br><br>Setting her empty tray behind the bar, Asvett grinned at Chariss, the only other girl in the place that shared her lack of vertical achievement.&nbsp; Though she was still a couple feet taller than the dwarf, Asvett was still the second shortest of the bunch.&nbsp; The bartender gave her a wink of solidarity before the goblin backed out and made her way towards the elfkin.&nbsp; Without saying a word, the girl sat in a chair next to him, looking the same direction over the tavern.<br><br>"Cutthroats, all of 'em. That tall, green one there? Killed three men just this morning, no lie. And the one with the boobs? She's the worst! Smothers men one after the other with those things. You go to bed with her, you don't wake up. Just a friendly warning."&nbsp; Asvett nodded slowly, looking through squinted eyes as if trying to dig up dirt on everyone just by sight.&nbsp; Finally she turned towards the man and gave him a smile.&nbsp; "C'mon, tall, dark, and knife-eared. It's not all that bad here. I'm Asvett, your waitress and comedy relief for the night. What will you have?"&nbsp; Despite asking for his order, the girl sat back and put her feet up on the table as if lounging.&nbsp; She blew a lock of pink hair from her face and gave him a smirk for good measure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>28-02-2015, 08:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>The woman who came up to him was not like anything he had seen before. A goblin, working as a waitress, with long pink hair. Not only that but she didn't hold the same roughness or the unpleasing characteristics most goblins he had seen before did. No, she was a spritely thing and full of spunk. He had seen her when she begun to walk in his direction from the bar, and had quickly assessed her just as she did him. She held no visible weapons, but could be hiding one. His rationality brought to reason that if she had one, it would be small. He held no doubts that she was there for anything but to speak to him, and his eyes met hers as she approached the table, and stayed on for a moment as she sat down.<br><br>She was looking out towards the tavern just as she was, and he was wondering what it was she was getting at. Quickly though, as she begun to speak he knew she had only done the mock in jest. Smother men with her boobs, that was an interesting idea. He looked at her until she looked back at him, where his eye met hers. They were practically shining with her own amusement. If he had to admit it, she was keeping him interested. But his suspicions weren't held with those already in the tavern, he was looking for any emerging into it. He said nothing for a moment, until she gave him that smirk. She meant no harm.<br><br>His arms relaxed, hands still together on the table. <strong>"A single person can turn any place dangerous. I was looking for anyone who I might recognize."</strong> The reasons supplanted were only half truths. He doubted anyone here would be a foe of his and knew that he was not followed into the city, much less the tavern. But the tavern was missing someone and although he was curious to know where the wild girl had gone he didn't want to put her off so quickly. <strong>"For now... I suppose a mug of Acerglyn Mead will be good. But I don't need it so soon."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>28-02-2015, 08:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Asvett nodded with a look of understanding.&nbsp; She couldn't fault a person for not wanting to run into bad history.&nbsp; She herself had a few green faces she'd have to stab if they wandered in.&nbsp; But she wasn't about to tell this rugged rogue something like that.&nbsp; "Well do you recognize anyone? Or any pairs of anyone? That little thing behind the bar keeps hers covered something fierce, so you may not recognize her with that shirt on. Maybe she's out to poison your drink! I'll get it personally, don't you worry."&nbsp; With a chuckled the girl dropped her feet from the table.&nbsp; She stood and wandered around to the side, prepared to bounce off and get his order.&nbsp; When he mentioned not needing it soon, Asvett stopped short and turned to lean back on the wooden surface.<br><br>"You don't , do you? Need some company instead? I'm happy to provide, Pointy McEarborn."&nbsp; Her pink locks and long ponytail swayed as she turned towards Chariss.&nbsp; Despite her joke earlier about the girl, she waved to get her attention and pour the beverage anyway.&nbsp; There was a series of complicated and possibly lewd hand gestures directed at the dwarf to indicate the type of drink needed.&nbsp; It was a better method than just shouting across the bar.&nbsp; There's no telling what kind of drink you'd get if you had to- <br><br>"What are you doing," Chariss shouted with a confused look.&nbsp; "What's this mess," she said trying to mimic the gestures.&nbsp; "Just tell me what he wants and I'll bring it!"<br><br>After a defeated sigh and a rub at her temple to soothe the oncoming headache, Asvett called back.&nbsp; "Forget it! I'll come up in a moment!"&nbsp; She turned back to the elf with a smile.&nbsp; "So where are you fr-"<br><br>"Yah say Fermented Crumpets with Mink Sauce?! We stopped selling those after that ogre, remember?!"<br><br>Turning in a huff, Asvett yelled again.&nbsp; "NO, you deaf runt! I said I'd come up in a-"<br><br>"Draft of Plunt Cooled? That's last Saturday's special! I think it's gone bad!"<br><br>"Oh, for the love of.. NEVERMIND, DANGIT!"&nbsp; Asvett turned to the man again.&nbsp; She waited just a second and quickly turned again just in time for Chariss to pull her tongue back in her mouth from a lewd gesture of her own.&nbsp; After a moment, she finally gave her customer all her attention.&nbsp; "Okay. Welcome to The Busty Wench, where the help is daft and the barley can hear better than the bartender. What's your name, stranger? What brought you here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>28-02-2015, 20:32:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div> As stone faced that the elf typically was, the odd banter that followed her hand signs provoked a small smile from his lips, which remained when she turned back to him after finishing the little spat. She managed to have cracked a smile into him. Her first questions were what he planned on answering, if he'd seen anyone. Thankfully, no, which was what allowed him to give her the majority of his own gaze. Of course though, she didn't hold all of his attention yet. <strong>"The only faces I recognize are the bartender's, the orc's, and the one who smothers men in their sleep. You're new, unless I just haven't seen you before. What would your name be?"</strong> He never forgot a face. But names were tricky and elusive.<br><br>His name. Although it was an appropriate question, he was cautious to share it. Then, what had attracted him there. Almost hitting two sensitive points. Jiroph's smile faded, and it didn't take long for it to either since his smile was a small one anyway. He stared at her for a moment, judging her. This was a large place, and he wasn't sure if she'd be the type to kiss and tell, so to speak. <strong>"Jiroph. I wasn't quite treated last time I was here... Which was a while ago."</strong> He hadn't even made it to the room he had been given when interrupted. He looked upon her, wondering how she'd take that news. Of course, he left unsatisfied but he was attempting to think of a more modest way to say so. He wasn't sure what she'd have on her mind if he had said something like that.<br><br>His eyes glanced over the tavern once again. <strong>"Speaking of faces and time past. There is one that I don't see here."</strong> The once again impassive gaze returned to her. He wasn't denying her by any means, merely curious to know where the girl who had mated with werewolves went. <strong>"There used to be another girl here, with fiery hair and a spitfire attitude.</strong> But how his gaze stayed on her instead of continuing to look for the missing woman should have shown something to the goblin, that he was curious to the knowledge for knowing's sake. Not to ask for her over Asvett.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 08:34:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The goblin cocked an eyebrow when he asked her name.&nbsp; She chuckled a little, since any other girl would have simply decked him for his forgetfulness.&nbsp; Asvett only laughed it off and considered it an endearing quality.&nbsp; "I told you my name was Asvett when I came by your table just a few minutes ago, but you were probably too busy looking for murderers, hm?"&nbsp; She patted his leg in a friendly way, showing him that there was no harm meant.&nbsp; She listedned to him, nodding as he told of his name and a past visit to the Tavern.&nbsp; Then a question came that she didn't feel she was the appropriate person to answer.&nbsp; Asvett didn't know Erica personally, but knew of her enough that she could figure out it was she Jiroph was asking about.&nbsp; The girl stood and straightened her skirt.<br><br>"Well no worries, this time, sir. I'll see to it personally that you get your fill of spirits, food, and whatever else your heart desires."&nbsp; She gave him a wink and looked over towards the smiling Lyari.&nbsp; It was just the person she needed at the moment.&nbsp; "Uhmm.. I don't know about the person you're talking about. Let me ask, okay? And I'll get that drink you wanted."&nbsp; She scurried off and met up with the half-elf en route to the bar.&nbsp; Words were shared and Lyari visibly flushed before patting Asvett on the shoulder.&nbsp; As the two parted, the larger woman turned and made her way to the guest's table.&nbsp; She sat in a chair opposite him with a compassionate look on her face.<br><br>"Jiroph, is it? It's a pleasure to meet you. I remember you being here the night of the invasion. I ask your apologies for our distress during that unfortunate event."&nbsp; The woman swallowed hard, holding back tears for what she had to say next.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, there was at least one casualty when the building fell. While we all ran for our lives, Erica gave hers fighting off the Imperial soldiers. She is laid to rest on the far side of town. I'm.. I'm so sorry."&nbsp; Lyari was unable to hold back any longer.&nbsp; She produced a cloth from her apron pocket and began to weep softly into it, visibly shaken even a year after the event.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 08:56:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>If the elf decided that he would be coming back it would be imperative that he didn't forget anymore names. He gave her a gentle nod when she asked, even though it was sarcastic as well as rhetorical, it was somewhat the truth. Even though he was adjusted to her, his leg still tensed under her touch, skin becoming taut underneath his pants. Jiroph locked eyes on her again and said, <strong>"I'm glad to hear it."</strong> The eyes followed her up to the busty elf, where then he noticed that she was no coming towards him. He hadn't the honor of meeting the one who owned the bar yet, and here she was. She sat on the other side of the table which was somewhat of a relief for him, he wouldn't have to fear that she would do anything but talk.<br><br>The elf nodded when she correctly spoke his name, and shook it when she apologized. <strong>"It's only as well that none got hurt."</strong> But as she continued it was painfully spoken that one had been hurt, the casualty Erica. He was still for a moment, simply staring at her when she said that she had died fighting Imperial soldiers. For a moment he sat in silence, eyes dilating and contracting but continuing to keep its gaze on her. <strong>"Why are you apologizing?"</strong> If there was anything, he should have been the one saying sorry. He had left the bar before any harm could befall him, and although it was irrational to think so, at the moment he believed that if he hadn't left so hastily perhaps she would have survived. For a majority of his life he killed, and he continued to, but the one time he had an opportunity to save someone's life, come to find out, he had squandered it to be sure he wasn't noticed. He didn't even know that it had happened. All of this was thought while she was quietly sobbing.<br><br><strong>"Imperial soldiers? Then I'd have to say the apology was given by the wrong party."</strong> He stood up, countenance turning stony and eyes alighting with some kind of murderous glare. His hand was on his sword handle, and the view finders were surveying the area once again. He knew not if anyone here could be some kind of spy, or anything of the like. At that point his mind had gone into the irrational side, believing that perhaps they could get stormed again right then and there. Although he wasn't the kind to typically offer sentiments while he walked, slowly and with purpose past her, his free hand landed on her shoulder, not gripping it nearly as tightly as his sword. The light squeeze he had put upon her wouldn't hurt, but it probably wasn't comfortable for the quick second he had done it. Buried on the far side of town... Wait a minute. The cemetery wasn't nearly close enough to the walls to be considered on the far side. He quickly looked down at Lyari. <strong>"There is no cemetery there."</strong> Erica had perhaps trusted him, and he had barely begun to let his guard down. Now she was dead, and he had done not a thing about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 08:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Lyari took a long breath to calm herself as Jiroph stood.&nbsp; She put her hand over his and patted it like an elderly woman would with a young person.&nbsp; In a lot of ways, she was like the kindly old woman of the bar.&nbsp; She consoled others and made sure everyone was comfortable.&nbsp; And truth be told, she was probably the oldest at over 112 years.&nbsp; Her elven side accounted for her youthful appearance and personality.&nbsp; Still, there were moments she couldn't stem the tide of tears.&nbsp; Erica was one of those subjects she could only broach with a handkerchief nearby.&nbsp; The girl nodded when the elfkin mentioned there not being a cemetery.<br><br>"Yes, I know. Her grave is not marked. We only know of her burial from rumor. Selena, the winged elf that was here that night, returned later and did the deed none of us could. I hope to see her again and give her my thanks. And hopefully she could show us where the site is that we could put up a proper marker."&nbsp; Lyari stood and wrapped her arms around Jiroph without warning.&nbsp; She didn't notice how edgy he was about the other patrons through her tears.&nbsp; After squeezing tight, she pulled back and kissed him softly on the cheek.&nbsp; "Thank you for giving Erica a last moment of happiness before that night, Jiroph. She did love good company. As I'm sure you do as well. I'll get Asvett's green little behind back over here."&nbsp; The woman smiled and stepped away to find the goblin girl.<br><br>Moments later, Asvett returned with a large mug of ale.&nbsp; She sat it down and gazed at Jiroph with a thoughtful, sympathetic expression.&nbsp; "I'm sorry to hear about your friend, sir. Like I said, I didn't know Erica. But I'm sure she was a great gal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 06:52:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>How she reacted to his sudden movements stopped him from moving any further. To say the least, he wasn't expecting it. From what he had heard and seen of the tavern before, he was expecting a sultry, seductive female to be there. But, he reasoned that she surely couldn't be that woman at all times, especially whilst consoling someone. His rigid gaze swept from the patrons to the elf who had suddenly hugged him, giving him a tight squeeze. His hand was already gripped on the hilt of his blade, but as her arms continued to stay on him, and he felt her lips upon his cheek, the white knuckles relaxed and released the sword. She hadn't even noticed how intent he seemed on being in murdering any patron that even looked at either of them the wrong way. Jiroph's eyes were now somewhat clouded over with the conflict of his thoughts as she spoke, yet he heard every word. To be at a loss for words was unusual for the man who had outlived many, and was possibly even older than Lyari if he guessed correctly. So he said nothing, and as she left he sat back down.<br><br>The blank stare of someone deep in thought was interrupted by Asvett as she approached, with his drink in his hand. The line of sight focused on her face, and said nothing for a moment after she spoke. <strong>"I didn't think she'd stay to fight. Perhaps I would have joined her."</strong> He reached into his chest piece and pulled out a small pouch, where he fished through and found a platinum coin with a gem on the inside (http://cryptomining-blog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/diamond-scrypt-crypto-coin.jpg). He placed it on the table at the same time she did with the drink. <strong>"This is for Erica."</strong> After all, he hadn't been able to pay before. This would be the least he could do. He took up the mug and drank from it deeply until setting it back down, nearly half empty. <strong>"But I suppose that is in the past. Isn't it?"</strong><br><br>((The picture is just an example of what I mean, that isn't literally what he hands her.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 07:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div><br>A dark corner near the bar throbbed silently. It swelled and stretched before the thin membrane got silently ripped as Adon stepped into the Tavern. The demon was taller than most men, to the point he could be mistaken for a hybrid between giants and demons. He wore the same attire as the first time he'd come to the Tavern, a black leather jacket which seemed to have something moving under its surface, black trousers and boots. His black hair flowed down to his shoulders and moved freely with each of his movements. He looked around, quickly spotting the purpose of his presence. He watched as Kira fooled around with the young dwarven waitress Chariss, if he recalled correctly.<br><br>The heavy looking silhouette walked incredibly stealthily, not one sound being produced, towards the end of the counter where he sat. His eyes had not left Kira for one second as he had walked to the bar unnoticed. "Long time no see, Kira." he said with a large smile which left no doubt that he was of demonic lineage. He'd made sure to make his voice loud enough to interrupt the orc in her current state of distraction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 11:17:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Asvett nodded solemnly, which was a great ordeal for her.&nbsp; The goblin's instincts told her to smile and make some witty comment to lighten the mood, but this wasn't a time for joviality.&nbsp; She pocketed the gem coin Jiroph had offered with a mental note to give it directly to Lyari for anything concerning Erica's that it could help purchase.&nbsp; The girl sat at the table again, near the elf silently.&nbsp; She looked over the bar patrons and back to him, unsure of how to bring him back from the brooding sadness that had seemed to overtake them both.&nbsp; After a moment, she ventured a few words about the lost girl that may both honor her and bring a smile to Jiroph's face.<br><br>"I don't know, sir. From what I've heard about that girl, she'd have kicked your arse as well as the guard for trying to stay by her side. I imagine she was a tough chick."&nbsp; Asvett looked back to the bar, wishing she'd brought more than just Jiroph'e beverage.&nbsp; The girl bit her lip, having a hard time sitting still and not bouncing around like her normal self.&nbsp; She wanted to both console and make the man laugh and smile, but that wasn't something she could probably manage in his state.&nbsp; "Is there anything I can do, Jiroph? Anything at all? I'm sorry your friend is gone, but I have no doubt Erica wouldn't have wanted you to sulk about her."&nbsp; Asvett hung her head, wondering if that was the right thing to say.&nbsp; She didn't want to push him away after coming such a long way in calming him after his initial paranoia of the entire bar.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div>&nbsp; "You said ten silver if I could go a night without sleeping with someone, and I didn't! Pay up, pipsqueak!"&nbsp; The semi-large wall of green muscle shifted in her scant outfit.&nbsp; Kira was nothing if not punctual about debts.&nbsp; She never let one go unpaid and expected the same from her friends.<br><br>"Yeah, because the bloody place burned to the ground! The bet was off as soon as the Imperials stormed in!"&nbsp; Chariss, on the other hand, didn't part with her coin so easily.&nbsp; If there was even a hint of technicality that would get her out of a bet, she'd find it and exploit it for all it was worth.&nbsp; It wasn't that she was cheap, but that she wanted things to be fair.&nbsp; At least when it was her turn to pay.<br><br>"No, ma'am! You owe m-"&nbsp; Kira was stopped by the ethereal voice and turned to give her practiced smile and a polite hand wave.&nbsp; "Hey, yessir, one moment, sir. You owe me! I- Adon!?"&nbsp; No matter the silver at stake, Kira was more than happy to let it drop for her favorite partner in crime.&nbsp; She leaned over the bar with her toes still on the ground, which was easy for one of her height.&nbsp; Her bust squeezed between her torso and the polished wood provocatively as she gripped the demon's jacked.&nbsp; She pulled him into a kiss, holding him there for a long moment.&nbsp; As she let him fall back to his stool, Kira was nothing but smiles.&nbsp; "I haven't seen you for a bit, babe! Where the hell have you been?!"<br><br>Chariss leaned against the bar and cocked an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Friend of yours? I don't remember you two hitting it off so well before the raid."<br><br>Kira shuffled her feet as they hung and looked around embarrassingly.&nbsp; "We.. kinda.. hooked up a few times? A week? After the incident? Maybe?"&nbsp; Her cheeks glowed bright red as she tried to avoid the dwarf's smirk and gaze.<br><br>"Uh-huh. And you 'hooked up' that very night I bet. Didn't you?"&nbsp; Chariss knew when to find a breach in a bet even better than a technicality.<br><br>"I.. but it wasn't.. shut up and go pour some drinks, runt!"&nbsp; Kira turned away sharply, her black pigtails whipping about behind her head.<br><br>Chariss chuckled happily and hopped from her stool to go pour the aforementioned drinks.&nbsp; It was clear that the two love birds needed some time alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 12:41:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>The demon chuckled at the orc's surprise and he returned the kiss full heartedly. Once she let him go of her mouth he got the opportunity to speak again. "Oh you know, crashed a few parties here and there. One would say I didn't do much crashing as much as I did make them memorable but that would be a debate for another time." he said, laughing as Kira got red in the cheeks. "I missed you too, my dear." he said once she turned back to face him, at which point he grabbed her strong forearm and pulled her flying above the countertop and onto his lap. One of his hands circled around her waist and rested on her hip as the other pulled her by the chin into a deep kiss. <br><br>He knew that though Kira had gotten used to his powers, his touch still aroused her as all hell and he enjoyed teasing her, knowing that she couldn't quench her growing lust just yet. "Brings back memories, don't you think?" he commented as his hand left her chin to trail down her neck, shoulder and arm before joining with hers on her thigh. His thumb stroked along her muscled thigh as the rest of his hand covered hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 09:17:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>He looked at her when she spoke about Erica and the sad face seemed to lessen into just a damp frown. Even if she didn't mean to, he found it funny. He imagined that she would have loved to have company in a brawl. He was watching her now, she drew his attention away from the crowd. She looked uncomfortable and he was sure that it was because of the mood. Asvett had approached him so jovially and here she was just as he, sullen. But, her last statement was right. He looked at her for a few moments and nodded, noticing how she hung her head, either from embarrassment or shame. <strong>"You're right."</strong> He took another, less aggressive&nbsp; drink from the cup, viewing her over the rim of it. She wanted to help, so he would help her to help him. <strong>"In memory of her, I will try to keep my spirits as high as she did."</strong> He set the drink down and looked at Asvett with a neutral look, open for her to try her best.<br><br>He took a glance at the mug with its frothy drink near the bottom of it, and then back at her. <strong>"One thing that wouldn't work would be to bring more ale. I'd be wasting it before getting drunk."</strong> Jiroph said with a small smile. It wasn't a challenge or a boast, it was merely him warning her that intoxication was unlikely for him. Although his mind still lingered on Erica he wanted to make the best he could out of this night. He only had so much time to use, and didn't want to waste it. He didn't know when he'd next be back, if he wanted to come back. The goblin's impression on him was good, he knew that he'd be able to find happiness and good times with her. It would be nice to have that, but he doubted that he'd be able to share much with her. The bright personality might allow some secrets to leak through, which would be unpleasant to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 12:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Asvett visibly brightened as Jiroph made his proclamation.&nbsp; She was happy that he was at least willing to try not to be sad.&nbsp; But there still was the question of how best to liven things up with him.&nbsp; He'd said there was no point in bringing more drink, and he hadn't made any inclination that he wanted her sexually.&nbsp; Lyari made it clear when the goblin girl was hired; they were not prostitutes.&nbsp; If a patron wanted sex, they would oblige with a smile.&nbsp; But they would not push themselves on people like common whores.&nbsp; There was more to working at the Tavern besides nonstop sex.&nbsp; Asvett decided to try something bold.&nbsp; She stood on the chair, then stepped onto the table.&nbsp; The girl walked towards Jiroph until she was on his side of the table before sitting and crossing her legs.&nbsp; She looked dead into his eyes and grinned at him.<br><br>"Well, if you don't want to drink and you're too suspicious to talk, then what do you want?"&nbsp; Asvett reached into her pocket and produced a deck of worn cards.&nbsp; "Care for a game? I know them all, knife-ear!"&nbsp; She made a show of pulling the cards from their thin leather cover, then shuffling them in more and more elaborate ways.&nbsp; A few other guests of the bar took notice and even smiled at Asvett's skill.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; "WHOA!"&nbsp; The greenskin shouted as she was yanked over the bar.&nbsp; Kira wasn't one to let a man handle her in such a way.&nbsp; Most would have found themselves with an aching jaw as soon as she made contact with their lap.&nbsp; Adon was another story, however.&nbsp; He knew just what to do to raise her ire and make her blush.&nbsp; She melted into the kiss, feeling that rush of sexual tension she knew was coming from contact with Adon.&nbsp; Blowing a lock of misplaced black hair from her face, the orc girl punched her demon friend in the shoulder.&nbsp; "Yeah, I know. It's so good to be back here. I'm glad Lyari decided to reopen the place. I knew she hated seeing what happened to it."&nbsp; Kira caressed Adon's dark-skinned face.&nbsp; She smiled and wiggled in his lap as if she were a common ditzy wench.&nbsp; It made her feel special in a way, like one of the girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 21:28:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon smiled and kissed his orc lover with burning passion. "A shame we can't get it on right now." he teased with a wink, his hand stroking up and down her thigh. "So, what have you spent your time doing?" he asked, trailing her lips with one of his fingers. "You've not gone back to that hellish orc camp I got you out of, did you?" Adon added, teasing her but also concerned. One of the last times they'd seen each other, a group of orcs had taken her in as breeder and she'd called him in to get her out once the fun had ended. "Not that I hate playing the Deus ex Machina but I'd hate to learn that you're getting yourself into trouble just because you want to see me." he joked, kissing her jaw lightly. "I know I'm the best lay you ever had, you can call me whenever you need me, no need to force me to fight off four orcs the next time." he continued, his powers flowing into her as if a barrage had broken. He was testing how much of his magic she could take before needing to back off and get a hold of herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 05:28:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Kira's breath caught as she felt Adon pour on his charm.&nbsp; It had been some time since she'd felt his luring presence and it would take a moment to summon the same strength she had before against it.&nbsp; With the mention of the orc incident, the greenskin blushed slightly.&nbsp; "Best not tell the girls about that camp. They'll have me servicing four or five men at a time. Not that I would mind."&nbsp; Kira smiled and nipped at the demon's nose playfully.&nbsp; She knew he wasn't the type to get jealous, but it was still fun to poke at him.&nbsp; Those orcs had ravaged her more thoroughly than most ever had, leaving her a panting, sweating heap on the dirt floor of their breeding stables.&nbsp; In the end it had indeed taken Adon's power to finally set her free.&nbsp; "I don't do it to bring you in, dear. I do it because watching you trounce such a powerful force makes me want you that much more. Isn't that what you want?"&nbsp; She gave a crooked smile and stroked his hair, wishing just as he was that they could go off in a corner of the room and fuck like rabbits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 10:08:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Jiroph didn't want his own somber mood to bring her down which was why he wanted to try, as well as for the memory of Erica. It was good to see her mood uplift. Especially so quickly and as he found out, in a quite spontaneous way. He opened his eyes a bit wider as she got on the table and then walked towards him. That was quite appealing. Seeing her like that and in a happy mood as well. He could afford a small smile back at her and managed to do so, without even forcing it. When she pulled out a deck of cards the first thing that popped into his mind was that there should be 52 of them, 4 of each card and 13 of each type. <strong>"I want to unwind."</strong> The answer was simple enough and he said it while maintaining his happy expression. <strong>"Teach me then. We don't distract ourselves to play games like this."</strong><br><br>The second he said that he realized his mistake. <em>We.</em> he thought, feeling foolish that he had managed to let that slip. He supposed that the slip up required some explanation, and quickly came to one that would leave his background ambiguous still, for the sake of those possible listeners. With a soft sigh he explained, <strong>"By we I mean the people I train with."</strong> He watched her hands as the cards came from the cover and then she mixed them up in quite complicated and stunning ways. He had very little experience with card games, but he was extremely observant and learned quite fast if she'd choose to teach him one or two.<br><br>He wasn't kept down for too long though, true to his word he avoided becoming serious yet again, and as a suggestion said, <strong>"Perhaps after a game, or more, we can talk somewhere more private than here where all can be heard by a prying ear."</strong> It wasn't that he had to stay completely anonymous and mysterious, it was the idea of perhaps revealing to half of the tavern that kept him from sharing with her. And once they were somewhere private there was no telling what could happen with this spritely young goblin and himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 11:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon laughed loudly. "You wouldn't, that I'm sure. You'd even be begging for it if those last meetings tell me anything." he winked and took a sip of his drink. His hand put his glass back on the countertop before going under the bar. Kira's large build cast enough shadow for the underside of the countertop to be sufficiently dark for his powers to works. Using the darkness as a portal, his hand seemed to sink into the bar only to lightly stroke and cup her womanhood from under her outfit. "I know how to make you want me, Kira." he teased, his fingers running along her slit and inner thighs. "Take the drink." he pulled his slightly wetter hand of the bar to slip it under her knees as he stood up and carried her to a table.<br>He set her on the edge of the strong wooden tabletop and kissed her even more hungrily than before. He knew he couldn't go all the way, he knew the rules of the Tavern. However, he knew teasing was alright and that they were rather loose on their definition of teasing. His hands settled on her hips, sending strong waves of arousal into her before breaking all contct and going to seat himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 13:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; A wide grin broke the goblin girl's face when she was asked to teach her few friend how to play cards.&nbsp; Asvett saw it was the first attempt by Jiroph to truly relax, and she would do her best to show him how to both play, and unwind.&nbsp; The girl started by teaching him a few simple games, like Run the Gauntlet and Fisher King.&nbsp; After that came a few better poker games; Hiding Girl and Blunt 5.&nbsp; Jiroph seemed to be a quick learner, or, she suspected, he knew the games already and was just hiding it so they could have something to do together.&nbsp; Either way, she found him quite endearing for a soldier.. or assassin.. or whatever it was that he did.&nbsp; Asvett didn't want to pry.<br><br>Soon it was getting late in the evening.&nbsp; A larger crowd was gathering in the Tavern as men came in from work or angry wives.&nbsp; Asvett shuffled her deck once more and smiled at Jiroph as she tucked it back away.&nbsp; "So, you wanted some place private? You could rent a room, or maybe you'd fancy a hot bath? I'll give you the regular customer rate for being loyal and a damn fine Hiding Girl player."&nbsp; The girl winked at him and hopped off the table.&nbsp; She put her hands on her hips and leaned into him with her head turned in a silly way.&nbsp; "What'll it be, sir? We just chattin' or are you gettin' nekkid??"&nbsp; The grin on her face got even wider as she tried to sound more goofy than provocative.&nbsp; Asvett was still unsure if Jiroph wanted anything more intimate than just a friendly ear to which he could vent his frustrations.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Kira's eyelids fluttered a brief moment as she felt the strangeness of a hand gripping her intimately.&nbsp; Realizing it was Adon and not some crawling pervert beneath the bar, she leaned into him and plead.&nbsp; "N-no, Adon. You can't!"&nbsp; He retracted his hand, but not because of her words, she was sure.&nbsp; Taking the cup as he ordered, she nervously clung to him as he walked.&nbsp; Being carried was not one of her favorite things.&nbsp; Kira was used to being a stable rock; always grounded and firm.&nbsp; Taken up like that made her lightheaded a bit.&nbsp; It was the same feeling some get when they find themselves on the edge of a high cliff.&nbsp; She was glad to be sat down, even if it was on a table.&nbsp; The surface was cool and smooth against her barely-clothed backside.<br><br>"Adon, w-we can't.. not yet. You know thi- MMmmm."&nbsp; Kira's words of protest were silenced by her lover's mouth.&nbsp; She put her strong hands on Adon's shoulders to steady herself as her head was flooded with a rush of the demon's influence.&nbsp; Her womanhood became wet with desire for him, just from the touch of their skin.&nbsp; She poked her tongue into his mouth and wrestled his, fighting as always for dominance.&nbsp; "Mmmmm," she cooed before he broke and sat at the same table.&nbsp; Kira gave a hurt frown and slid into a chair across from him in resignation.&nbsp; The orc hated the man with a passion for how he teased her.&nbsp; Though she loved him for the exact same reason.&nbsp; "Is this how it's going to be all night, dammit? Making me hot and then turning away just to do it again later? You make me so mad!"&nbsp; Kira turned in a huff, as if she were twelve and a boy had been pulling her pigtails.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 18:49:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon tilted the head to the side, his gentle smile making him appear like he was talking to a child. "Don't speak such nonsense! You were hot even before I came in and no magic will ever change that for you are the hottest sight my eyes have ever been blessed to see." he said romantically to soothe her a little. "I'm only obeying the rules. You know it would be my pleasure to take you right here on this table until you can't even tell me what your name is. Just like last time." he added with a playful wink. "But as long as these two aren't done playing, we may not act on those naughty thoughts of yours." he said, slipping his hand in the shadow under the table to caress her thighs.<br><br>He pushed the drink to her. "In the meantime, why not enjoy this drink with me and catch up on lost time." he suggested, his hand on her thigh only promising more teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 20:19:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Learning and playing these new games was fun. It distracted him and kept his mind on cards. Her mirthful attitude was infectious, and by the time they were finished his smile was no longer reserved. More people had came in and he barely cared, with her games and smile keeping his attention. He never thought he'd find a goblin so attractive. He didn't mind when the cards went away either, it was about time for it anyway. He hadn't lied to her, it was the first time experiencing those games and he felt like he did quite well with her teaching and playing with him. Once she touched the floor he too was on his feet, strapping the sword back into his waist to get ready to go wherever he might choose. <strong>"I think that-"</strong><br><br>"Ey you! Those are some- *hic* -interesting markings." A drunk man stood up from his table, looking at Jiroph through a glassed over eye. The elfkin's eyes rapidly changed focus from the goblin to the man, smiles off. His eyes said that he was drunk. He had a hand on his own table for support, with what looked like a friend sitting on the opposite side. "I've only seen of those once." Jiroph put a hand on Asvett's shoulder and stepped to the side of her, so the path from himself to the man would be uninterrupted. "Some craaaazy lady from... What's it called.. You're one of them though!" Jiroph didn't have to kill anyone. But he'd have to stop the man from saying too much. The man looked back at his friend for a moment, confused before looking at Jiroph with a grin. "That's right, a lea- *hic*"<br><br>Jiroph had moved in front of the man and now had a hand on his throat, pushing him down onto the table with his back against it. He leaned in close to the man and whispered, <strong>"Don't you ever complete that sentence if you value your well-being."</strong> After holding him down by the neck for an extra second or two, he released him and then turned back to Asvett with an annoyed frown. <strong>"A bath would be nice."</strong><br><br>((I hope you don't mind if he accosts a random customer... just a bit of a setback for the two to deal with. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 04:26:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/335/5/7/avariel_by_jennyverse-d88ei85.jpg)</div> The door to the tavern opened to a swift but pleasant breeze scented faintly of mountain air. The breeze might be calm but the winged figure that entered on it was anything but. Selena's face was already crumpling and tearing up as she entered, hung in the air momentarily searching for her target, and then dived straight for Lyari leaving tears in the air behind her and barely holding off long enough for the half-elf to finish with her current customer before tackling the bustier woman.<br><br>"Oh, Lyari I'm so <em>sorry</em>! I didn't know what was happening and left, and then by the time I got back she'd been wounded so <em>badly</em> and none of the clerics would <em>heal</em> her, even when I begged and pleaded and threatened, and she was bleeding so much I didn't have time to take her anywhere and..." Her tearful babbling trailed off and when she spoke again it was barely a whisper. "She died in my arms... Erica I mean. I couldn't save her. I blew everything up, the Tavern, the Imperials, <em>everything</em>. But I didn't harm a hair on her head... but she was still dead and even I've never found a way to bring someone back. I buried her on the far side of town, at the top of the cliff. There's a grove of trees there. And an opening over looking the village that you can see where the Tavern was... <em>is</em> through. I thought she'd like that. The air around her always whispered of forests and wild places." She looked up at last, eyes still weeping heavily. "I'm so <em>sorry</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 08:49:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jiroph &amp; Adon</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Kira would have blushed if she was prone to such a thing.&nbsp; So rarely it was that men complemented her looks.&nbsp; Sure, they wanted to fuck her left and right, but none actually took the time to treat her like a real girl.&nbsp; And she didn't know how much she'd enjoy it until Adon began.&nbsp; "H-hey! You said you'd not tell anyone about that," the orc girl whispered as she looked around for anyone listening in.&nbsp; Kira still had a reputation as a hard-ass to keep up in the bar.&nbsp; Hearing that some guy, demon or not, could set her mind spinning would diminish her standings.<br><br>Taking the drink, Kira gave Adon a little grin and was just about to take a drink.&nbsp; There was a sudden commotion nearby.&nbsp; Asvett and that elfkin she'd been playing cards with were in some kind of altercation.&nbsp; There wasn't a fight per se, but patrons near the pair were startled and pulled away.&nbsp; "Whoa! One second, love!"&nbsp; Kira jumped up and took off at a dead sprint towards the situation at hand.&nbsp; With only a couple of steps, she was standing between Jiroph and the drunk.&nbsp; Her eyes burned with an intensity that she hadn't gotten to ignite for some time.&nbsp; She had seen no assault on the elfkin, and so could only assume Jiroph was the one causing the issue.&nbsp; She snarled at him, "Is there a fucking problem, 'sir'?"&nbsp; She said the word with an inflection that was far from polite.&nbsp; "I don't care how big your sword is or just who you may be out on the streets, but shit like that will get you thrown back out into them REAL fast."<br><br>Asvett jumped up animatedly between Kira and Jiroph's legs.&nbsp; "WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!! He didn't mean any harm, greenie! Swear! He was just defending me, right Jiroph? Everything is alright! Come on, now!"&nbsp; The goblin girl detested fighting and bad blood even more than boredom.&nbsp; She didn't want one of her friends and her newest friend getting off on a bad foot so soon.<br><br>Kira turned to the drunken man and growled, "What about you? You have a problem here? Or- What the bloody-?!"&nbsp; Kira looked up and away, the man she was questioning all but forgotten.<br><br>In the midst of this, a creature had flown into the tavern, making every one look up in wonder.&nbsp; Asvett took the moment to get out of the situation Jiroph had gotten himself into. Turning to him, Asvett tryied to push him towards the nearest room with a large tub before Kira could turn back. "Go, go, go! Hurry!"<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Selena</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Lyari was delivering a few ales to a table when things became heated between two customers.&nbsp; She was about to walk over and handle it before she saw Kira jump into action.&nbsp; For all her laziness during the day, the orc girl was on top of things when it came to keeping the tavern peaceful.&nbsp; The half-elf simply stood and watched, making sure Kira didn't make matters worse.&nbsp; Before she could decide whether her barmaids needed her, Lyari was taken by the sight of Selena flying into the room.&nbsp; Kira and Asvett didn't have many dealings with the winged elf, but the owner at least recognized her from before the raid.&nbsp; It was enough to keep her steady as the creature flew down to her in a fearful state.<br><br>Lyari listened to the girl, holding Selena in her arms as a mother would her crying child.&nbsp; She listened to her words and nodded along, suddenly feeling tears well up in her eyes.&nbsp; It was enough that there was so much talk about Erica that day, but to hear about her final minutes pushed her further.&nbsp; But it wasn't her turn to cry.&nbsp; Lyari swallowed her sadness and stroked Selena's hair in an attempt to comfort her.&nbsp; "Sshhhhh.. It's okay, Selena. Calm down, okay? Come this way."&nbsp; Lyari let the girl over to a bench against the wall where they could sit.&nbsp; The woman kept her arms around the girl and kissed her forehead.<br><br>"I'm glad to know she wasn't alone in the end. Thank you for being there for her, Selena. You have my neverending gratitude for that."&nbsp; Lyari didn't broach the subject about the apparent explosion and demolition of her Tavern.&nbsp; She knew the place had caught fire before every one was out and it would have burned down anyway.&nbsp; There was no blame to be heaped on Selena.&nbsp; "I'd heard you buried her, but I had no idea you tried to help her. Thank you, again. And for letting me know.. know where she is."&nbsp; Lyari nearly broke down crying again as she had with Jiroph earlier, but held it all in for Selena's sake.&nbsp; "We'll put up a grand monument to her. On of the patrons, Jiroph there. He has made a generous donation in her honor."&nbsp; Lyari pointed to the man Asvett seemed to be pushing away from the earlier argument.&nbsp; "Now stop this crying, silly girl. Erica will always be with us. And she surely doesn't want anymore sadness on her account. Now what can I get you, dearest? It's on me of course, anything you like!"&nbsp; Lyari wiped the woman's tears away and smiled at her, showing that everything was indeed alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 13:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon winked at her. "I don't know what you're talking about." he joked before she took off. Kira seemed to forget in all the commotion that he still had his hand on her thigh and, using what little shadow her skirt cast on her muscles legs he took pleasure in trailing his finger along her slit, poking at her rear opening and squeezing her firm ass, all from a distance. He laid back in his chair and took&nbsp; sip of his drink, stroking her thighs and privates absent-mindedly, waiting for her to come back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 21:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/335/5/7/avariel_by_jennyverse-d88ei85.jpg)</div> Selena just rested there a moment, hugging Lyari and sniffing as she slowly calmed down. "Are- are you sure? I couldn't- couldn't <em>save</em> her...&nbsp; And... I kind of destroyed the Tavern. I mean the Imperials had already broken down the door and set it on <em>fire</em> but... I could have just put it out, if I'd been paying attention, and the building might have been saved. After that much <em>lightning</em> though... there wasn't much left standing. Also I think I still owe you for my last visit. I kept two of your staff busy and never paid for it. Oh I know they don't charge for that..." She half waved, half shrugged any objection away before it could start. "But usually guests have a drink and a room as well and I think I might have drunk something, a lot happened that night so I'm not sure anymore, but I'm pretty sure I had <em>something</em> that I didn't pay for... Other then the staff of course." She seemed to have mostly calmed down, though she still sniffed a bit every now and then.<br><br>"I tried to find you, after I mean, you and the others. But everyone scattered and I ended up trying to keep track of you all and loosing everyone. I've... I've decided I owe you quite a lot and acquired the means to pay you. All legally!" She hastened to reassure. "Do you want it now? Or would you rather get it in private? Or do you want to think things over a bit? I know I jumped all over you with this... And... if you're sure you don't hate me and want me to leave... and you're still offering something 'on the house'... I could <em>really</em> use some comfort sex about now." The arms around Lyari gave a little squeeze for emphasis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 08:44:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Jiroph had given Kira a neutral stare, he had no quarrel with her. But he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at her when she seemed to imply that his sword's size reflected his combat prowess. If that was the case then it should have been much bigger. The quick response he managed to say before he heard the flapping of wings once again was this: <strong>"I'm no one on any streets and glad to stay that way."</strong> Then he whipped around to face the same thing she did, the winged elf flying in. What a thing to get him ready for a fight. He should have been lucky that Asvett had pushed him so insistently.<br><br>Thinking that it was probably a better idea then getting into a fight with the orc, and possibly the rest of the staff, he quickly turned to start towards the door. But just before he did, he fished out a platinum coin and tossed it onto the man laid out on the table before stepping up the pace and going into the room. The first thing he did after entering was to turn around and watch the door, just to be sure that no one would be barging in after. Once a few seconds passed and he was sure they were safe, his hands went to his belt where he took off the sword and laid it down near the wall. He looked at Asvett and apologized.<br><br><strong>"I didn't need him saying certain words so loudly. It was the fastest way to shut him up as well, I'm sorry."</strong> He looked at the tub and then back at her, thinking that she was quite resourceful. His eyes weren't playful though and his lips weren't curled up in his smile. The mood she had worked to get him in had been seemingly back to square one. At least though, he was merely serious instead of morose. Erica was far from his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 12:13:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jiroph</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Glad that she managed to get him away from what could have been a volitile situation, Asvett watched out the door just a moment before shutting it behind them.&nbsp; She paced back and forth a bit, as if nervous.&nbsp; Looking up at Jiroph with a worried face, the goblin pushed him in the stomach.&nbsp; "What's the big deal?! They're only words! He didn't attack you! You had no right to do that. Do you think I want you kicked out of the Tavern on your first night back?"&nbsp; The girl gave a sigh and sat at the edge of the tub.&nbsp; She leaned in and twisted a brass knob, which started a flow of steaming water.&nbsp; The pipes were installed by some very gracious gnomes and fed water beneath the ever-roaring fire of the Tavern from a nearby river.&nbsp; Asvett sighed and turned back to the elfkin.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I just don't want to ruin this job. I haven't had it but a week or two and I don't want my first real customer causing a fight! You may not think much of Kira, but she can really tear up the place even if she's losing. Something like that could get you banned from this place forever. And.."&nbsp; Asvett looked down, kicking at the floor with her short leg.&nbsp; "And I don't want you to go."<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Realizing the winged creature was actually a customer that had been in the Tavern before, Kira was about to turn her attention back to the matter at hand.&nbsp; She looked around, seemingly played the fool by Asvett and her customer.&nbsp; She snarled and pounded the table with her fist, making a mental note to have a talk with her later.&nbsp; The orc girl turned, seeing the coin layed on the drunken lout in the booth.&nbsp; She was going to question the man once more before a sudden feeling of arousal gripped her; literally.&nbsp; Kira fell back against the table, her legs quivering as she steadied herself.&nbsp; She turned to Adon across the bar, knowing for sure it was him.&nbsp; "Dammit, you son of a sprite," she cursed under her breath.<br><br>Kira made her way warily back to Adon's table.&nbsp; She sat, her face contorting in hilarious ways from his poke and prods.&nbsp; "A-Adon, st-op it! I h-have to do m-my job somet-imes!"&nbsp; She doubled over, hugging the table as if she were hiding some man below pleasuring her with his mouth.&nbsp; "C-come on, man!"<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Selena</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>&nbsp; As ethereal and majestic as the girl appeared, Lyari saw her true self.&nbsp; Selena was still a girl.&nbsp; She was vulnerable and flawed as any being that moved on two legs and needed the same love and affection.&nbsp; The half-elf took the blonde's face in her hands and smiled at her.&nbsp; "You owe me not a thing, Selena. There were more problems here than just a building falling down. It needed a renovation and some time off anyway. We're all better for it, I promise. All I care about is that you are safe now. I know Erica was happy to have you with her in the end. You were the angel that bore her to the afterlife, I'm sure of it. Now enough of this crying. The Busty Wench has seen enough heartfelt emotion for one night. And I'm not just talking about this busty wench."&nbsp; She gestured to herself with a grin, hoping to lighten Selena's mood.<br><br>Hearing her need for physical attention, Lyari was happy to oblige.&nbsp; The apparent fight before the girl's arrival seemed to have calmed and there wasn't a large crowd about.&nbsp; She decided she could use some attention herself.&nbsp; There was still the matter of Selena's need to give something in return for her demolition of the original Tavern, however.&nbsp; Lyari's eyes lit up as a thought struck her.&nbsp; What business wouldn't be proud to have a real, live Avariel about the place on a steady basis?&nbsp; "Selena, what about this; I don't want to take your money for what happened back then, but I can give you a permanent room here if you like. Call the money rent for room and food. How's that sound?"&nbsp; She kissed her forehead sweetly, like a mother showing affection to her saddened child.&nbsp; "You can stay here as long as you like. I know the staff would be happy to keep you.. occupied."&nbsp; A little devilish grin spread over Lyari's features, which was not motherly at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 00:42:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/335/5/7/avariel_by_jennyverse-d88ei85.jpg)</div> Selena allowed herself to be comforted by the younger but more mature half-elf. One of the downsides of being a powerful mage with an immense life-span was that it didn't lend itself well to maturing... on the balance she did prefer the perks it <em>did</em> offer though. At Lyrai's little joke she chuckled and, with daring even at the encouragement she was starting to feel from the other woman, gave her host a little grope around the base of her breasts. Her eyes were starting to glint with playfulness through the remains of tears as she looked up. "That sounds heavenly to me about now. I have a dragon friend who owed me, one of the old ones, so I called in my marker when I thought I should pay for ruining the old place. How does one bed of gold, suitably sized for you as the owner, sound for one life time membership, to last your life time?" She fidgeted a bit and then looked down with a quick blush before looking up at Lyrai's face again. "I also picked up some stuff from the back room that I thought you and the rest of the staff might like. But they might take some time to explain and..." She slowly came out of her hunch to learn up and kiss Lyrai, gently at first but with building passion before finally breaking to whisper in her ear. "I'd <em>really</em> like to be 'occupied' by <em>you</em> right now. Preferably occupied screaming your name in bliss and coxing <em>you</em> into screaming <em>mine</em>." Her hands were already starting to roam her host, or possibly it should be 'landlady' now, as she spoke. Feeling up the generous curves of the equally generous lady that Selena now desperately hoped would have her way with her, often, at a whim... really, now that she looked at her potential lover and thought about it, Selena wouldn't terribly mind being bent naked over the bar and played with by the other woman all night long. Although that might be because she was highly attracted to the entire staff, had been since her last visit, hadn't gotten to try <em>any</em> of the ones here, and was divided in her feelings about them only because she couldn't decide if she wanted to hold them down and <em>take</em> them or be held down and <em>taken</em>. If she really was aloud to live here then hopefully she could arrange for both. She decided to sweeten the deal a bit more. "In fact, if you drag me off to that room and <em>ravish</em> me <em>right now</em>, I'll spiff up the sign <em>and</em> offer free magic lessons, such as I can, to all staff members for the duration of my stay. And I got some <em>very</em> nice lessons from a priestess of a fertility cult..." She ended her pitch with a teasing wink and another grope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 02:26:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon gave up on teasing is lover as he exploded with laughter, Kira's iron will making her fight the teasing and waves of arousal in hilarious manners. He waved gently at her and licked his fingers clean after they last caressed her wet womanhood. "And I have to keep your attention on me. Otherwise who knows what I'd be doing… Or whom." he winked at her, jokingly. He could say all he wanted but the orc knew she was and will always be the best lay Adon ever had. That's why he kept coming back to her despite the fact that he could be elsewhere and in someone else. <br><br>The orc didn't know but the last two times she'd call him, he'd left one party of young teenage elves and one stunning battle angel to join her. To them he'd said his world called him back but in truth he simply preferred to be with Kira more than anyone else. Not to the point to live his whole life by her side. First of all, he'd wear her out in a week or two. Second off, she understood that he needed his freedom to travel and to fuck and for that he loved her. They both had an unspoken understanding that they were best suited for each other but only because they were both free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 06:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Asvett may of well been pushing a stone table. He just looked down at her, not embarrassed but regretful of what had transpired. He only hoped that she understood it wasn't entirely his fault. It quickly occurred that she wouldn't unless he explained why he did it, and she had asked. Jiroph just wasn't sure if he should tell her. They were behind closed doors, but could he trust her? He just watched her as she continued to speak and then turn the knob to start the water. A steaming hot bath would be nice but as the water filled the tub he listened to her. <strong>"I could have done something else. I'm sorry."</strong><br><br>But then she took it to a&nbsp; bit more of a personal level. That changed his disposition towards her, and now he felt as if he could trust her. Surely she didn't hold any feelings that would be lasting in her profession, but he knew now that she wasn't apathetic towards him. <strong>"I didn't want the tavern to know who I am, or the guards to catch ear of it. If they did then I truly wouldn't be able to come back."</strong> He looked into her eyes from where he was standing and found it hard to say but couldn't keep it from her. <strong>"I was unsure if I'd be welcome here. And I didn't want you to think badly of me."</strong> He begun to take off his coat to reveal more of the dark markings that led to his face down his neck into his undershirt, and then back out to his arms. If he was to bathe, he'd have to take his clothes off anyway.<br><br><strong>"He was most likely a spectator for a sport long outlawed but still practiced in some places. What I do. He was about to say the League of Gladiators."</strong> If she ever had experience in places where the population was of few humans and elf-kind, she would have heard of it and know the details. Prisoners, warriors, and sometimes random people were handpicked to fight to the death in massive death arenas, nearly always against their will. He was one of them, and the most successful by far. The people he trained with, the survivors, were often who he faced against in battle. Any other fighters he made friends with were quickly put against him. On his arms and collarbone, as well as a few sparse on his neck, were scars from battle. The marks were permanent, labeling him as a member, each separate line and dot representing each kill. <strong>"I have survived the most battles in the history of it."</strong> Which was just a nice way of saying that he had killed the most people there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 09:20:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jiroph</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Asvett listened to the elfkin's tale with rapt interest.&nbsp; As a creature generally looked down upon and used primarily for sport and slavery, she was more than familiar with the League.&nbsp; The girl had never known anyone that had dealings with the place, but knew slaughter in droves was common.&nbsp; Her own kind was made to clean and fight there.&nbsp; More often than not they were simply fodder for weaker gladiators to get a few kills in for training.&nbsp; Asvett could see very clearly why Jiroph wouldn't want that information spread about the bar.&nbsp; Even more, she knew why he tried to keep it from her.<br><br>As he removed his clothing, Asvett saw all the horrible marks and scars and tattoos on Jiroph.&nbsp; She nearly started to cry, just knowing how badly things like that hurt.&nbsp; As he stopped to watch her reaction, the goblin did something he probably wouldn't have guessed.&nbsp; Completely absent of any sexual intent, Asvett pulled away her barmaid blouse just enough to bare her shoulders and back.&nbsp; She turned to reveal one long, jagged scar that ran from her right shoulder blade down just over her left hip.&nbsp; The girl tilted her head to look up at Jiroph with a sympathetic smile.<br><br>"I know what it's like to do things you don't want to do, Jiroph. You had to hurt people; probably friends. I had to.."&nbsp; She suddenly threw her shirt back over her back and tied the front again.&nbsp; "What's important is that you know this isn't a place of judgment. We've all been places we regret. No one will be turned away for their past here, no matter what it is."&nbsp; She brightened a bit, her face cracking a smile as she punched Jiroph in his hard abs.&nbsp; "And quit looking over your shoulder, knife-ear. We don't allow violence in the Tavern. That means no one's going to poison or stab you while we're here. If I know anything, it's that Lyari and her employees are better trained that most spies. They can sniff out a troublemaker a mile away. So loosen up, hm?"&nbsp; She reached across the tub and turned the know that shut the water off.<br><br>"Now drop your drawers and hop in, silly. Asvett's gonna get you squeaky clean!"&nbsp; She held up the likeness of a small, yellow duck and squeezed it.&nbsp; The resulting noise punctuated the description of how clean she would get Jiroph.<br><br>((Further Posts in Spa Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226518.msg11118868#msg11118868)))<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; "Uuuff.."&nbsp; Kira settled into the chair with a sigh.&nbsp; She blew a lock of unkept hair from her face and took the mug she'd tried to drink from before the fight from the table.&nbsp; Raising it to her lips, the girl took a thirsty swallow before staring at Adon with a cocked eyebrow.&nbsp; "Admit it, sir. You like that I'm the only girl that can resist you. You have some kind of sick fetish that makes you try to break me every time we end up fucking."&nbsp; She took another sip and then slammed the cup down before he could reply.<br><br>"Yes. Yes, alright? I do break, but I-.. I could turn you down if I wanted. I just.. don't want to."&nbsp; Kira's eyes darted across the bar, pretending she was looking for more possible trouble and not just avoiding what she was sure was a smug grin on the demon's face.&nbsp; They both had something the other loved.&nbsp; Kira loved that Adon was a man that could actually give her a run for her money in bed.&nbsp; No other man could tame her.&nbsp; Most men didn't want anything but TO BE tamed.&nbsp; For Adon, Kira knew he got off on making her power his own every night they were together.&nbsp; She was a purring kitten only for him, and that made him feel better than anything.&nbsp; At least that's what she assumed he liked about her.&nbsp; Some days Kira wished there was more, but that was probably a fanciful dream.&nbsp; No one ever actually had feelings for her more than sex.&nbsp; Better that way, she was sure of it.<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Selena</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Lyari stopped trying to calculate exactly how much gold a 'bed' would be exactly as soon as her friend began kissing and groping her.&nbsp; It was clear Selena wanted some very personal attention now that her mind had been eased.&nbsp; The Avariel was such an intriguing being to the half-elf.&nbsp; Here she was, surely double as old or more than herself, but with the playful and sexual nature of most teenagers.&nbsp; The blonde astounded Lyari to say the least.&nbsp; She could tell that her stay at the Tavern would be most advantageous to.. everyone, really.&nbsp; Taking the girl's hand, the elf stood and pulled her across the bar.&nbsp; She ripped the apron from her neck and tossed it at Chariss behind the bar.&nbsp; "Close up shop when you need to. I'm busy the rest of the night," she commanded.&nbsp; The dwarf caught the garment and stowed it beneath the bar in its usual place.&nbsp; Chariss only nodded with a little smirk and returned to her duties.<br><br>((To Selena's Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226439.msg11115745#msg11115745)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 10:44:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Jiroph thought she was going to reject him once she saw his arms and collar more clearly, just seeing how contorted her face became. But quickly, she did nothing of the like. His own eyes gazed upon the scarred flesh until she spoke, where he looked at her eyes. So she knew how it was to survive and possibly regret it. <strong>"That you understand is great. Few do."</strong> Was the first response to what she said before she gave him a playful punch. Instinctively he flexed before her fist made contact, although he knew she didn't have the intent to hurt him. But as to her second comment, to not worry because it simply wasn't allowed didn't settle him. The whole concept behind what he was forced to do wasn't allowed, yet there it was.<br><br>He had begun to take off his shirt as she spoke, and the squeak noise made him peer over the shirt to see her holding a little, fake duck in her hand. When the shirt came off he had a small smile on his face. Even though there were more dark tattoos and scars over his torso, it didn't hide how well developed and toned he was underneath. He wasn't bulky like a brute, but still was thick for an elf. He just tossed the shirt next to his sword, where the coat was, and then begun to take off his shoes and pants, not minding that she was watching. Privacy wasn't a big value at the arenas, and in some cases fights started off with both combatants nearly naked. While flaccid, his member certainly wasn't the most appealing aspect about his body.<br><br><strong>"I'm glad I can trust you Asvett. But remember if you've got a little knife held under that skirt of yours I can take a cut."</strong> he joked, smiling at her. He finally finished undressing and headed to the steaming bath. Jiroph didn't seem fazed by the heat presented and got in, one leg after the other. He sank in until the water was up to his chest, and his arms rested on the rim of the tub. He wasn't sure how she planned on bathing him, did she have a stool or something to lean over the tub? Did she plan on joining him? The squeaking of the duck had really snapped his attention back to it and the more lighthearted aspects of his visit. It wasn't just a release from his conflict, it was a time for him to feel good and not worry, and this bath certainly felt very good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 19:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/335/5/7/avariel_by_jennyverse-d88ei85.jpg)</div> Selena happily and willingly let herself be led across the bar, her breath hitching in disbelieving excitement when Lyari said she'd be busy for the rest of the night. Not just a quickie, or a nice hard fuck but the whole night with this sexy lady? Selena couldn't wait, as the faint scent of feminine arousal that trailed her out of the room announced to everyone present.<br><br>((Continued in Selena's Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226439.0)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 02:21:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon reached over to Kira, caressing her face and holding her chin in his hand. "Of course I do, dearest. I would never come back so often for the same woman if she wasn't able to put up a fight." he smiled a genuinely caring smile, what he said was true, Kira's ability to resist his magic was unique, even more as she could get used to it and fighting him better every time unless he left her for long enough. Every woman he ever had broke relatively easily, even an Ice Giantess went in heat for him with a simple touch, many female orcs too had broken down and went to their knees for him only because he'd told them to. But Kira was the one of a kind, the one who could fight him off just enough to bring pleasure in the power struggle. They both gave in to the other as much as they forced themselves on the other. She was the only one to ever have pinned him down and fucked on her own terms.<br><br>As much as she was a kitten for him, he was a loyal dog for her. Numerous times she'd called him and not once had he not answered and ran to her as fast as the shadows moved. Adon would never, or really drunkenly, admit that he liked talking with Kira like this, unable to fuck until the previous customer had his fun. She was the only woman to have ever spoken to him as a being, a friend, rather than just a simple sex demon to summon when she got an itch to scratch and for that, Adon loved the time they spent together outside of sex too. <br>Adon pulled her into a gentle kiss. "I'd be dead if you didn't want to break for me, Kira. As much as I enjoy a fight, I enjoy more winning it." he said, ending on a tease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 13:43:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Kira smiled as she accepted his kiss, knowing there was nothing else like it in the world.&nbsp; &nbsp;She opened her eyes and replied, "Yeah, well.. I do enjoy a good fight as well, but.. I.."&nbsp; Her head slowly rose as she looked over the Tavern.&nbsp; It was a normal gesture, as she kept a keen eye out for trouble that needed to be handled.&nbsp; This time however, it was more a lack of something she noticed rather than a something.&nbsp; All the main customers had gone.&nbsp; Asvett and her elf had disappeared to somewhere when that winged thing came in.&nbsp; And since she wasn't hearing any little squeaks of help, she was sure the goblin was alright.&nbsp; Lyari had just drug that same winged thing off into a room as well.&nbsp; All that seemed to remain was herself and Adon.<br><br>Kira's expression changed from one of search and joviality to a stern, sensual glare.&nbsp; She turned slowly back to Adon and stared at him a moment.&nbsp; From their moments together on the road, he would know exactly what that stare meant.&nbsp; The orc's hands suddenly gripped the edge of the table and toppled it onto it's side, leaving nothing in her way.&nbsp; She launched herself at the demon, knocking him flat on his back in the chair and straddling his stomach.&nbsp; The girl thought he may have said something while he was tumbling over, but she didn't appear to care what it might have been.&nbsp; She pulled his head into a deep, longing kiss by his hair, her tongue forcing it's way into his mouth hungrily.&nbsp; A low rumble started in Kira's chest and came out in Adon's mouth as a growl of need.&nbsp; She was ready for her long-awaited moment with him right there in the Tavern.&nbsp; And no sodding Imperial invasion would stop her this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 15:59:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon caught Kira's stare and shot a grin back at her, bracing himself for what was to come. He opened his arms as Kira pounced on him, the chair falling backwards to the groung under the momentum of the massive greenskin beauty. Adon's arms wrapped around her waist as he let out a small noise as they fell and the air was knocked out of him. He returns her hungry kiss, his hands going to her breasts and pulling them out of her tight clothes and play with them, his large hands still not large enough to fully encompass her massive breasts. Feeling her growl into his mouth, he pulled back from the kiss to dive down and kiss her neck, nibbling the thick skin gently. He then pushed her, throwing her in hair and, moving faster than she could think, caught her and brought her slamming into nearby wall in a dark corner of the Tavern. <br><br>Adon pinned Kira to the hard surface and dove into her deep cleavage, each of his touch was a charge of sheer concentrated lust, hitting her with the force of a rolling rock troll with even the slightest touch. Adon pulled her hand down to his throbbing bulge and humped it as he growled into her breasts. "Take it out, Kira. Take your favourite cock out!" his growl and voice sounding more like a suggestion than an order. There lied the difference his demonic heritage brought, he never felt commanding to the one he was ordering, only ever strongly suggesting them to do as he said. It kept them in a fake sense of control which all demon knew they had to entertain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 13:08:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Just as the girl arched up to allow Adon more freedom with her ample bosom, she found herself hurled into the air.&nbsp; He knew she didn't like that.&nbsp; It's why he did it.&nbsp; Writhing about and unable to do anything about it, she started to let out a string of curses.&nbsp; "YOU BIG, DUMB- ERK!"&nbsp; Kira was cut off by the demon's tackle.&nbsp; She groaned as her body adjusted to it's new position against the wall.&nbsp; Kira's eyes popped open when she felt the man's bulge in her hand and she instinctively gripped it firmly.&nbsp; "MMmmmm, you know that-"&nbsp; Kira gripped Adon by the shoulder and spun to return the slam into the wall.<br><br>"-I'll do it when and how I like."&nbsp; Kira smiled, even though her legs were quivering in need for his body.&nbsp; She'd taken the brute force of his power in stride so far, but was starting to fail fast.&nbsp; As always, she needed to look like it was her plan to fuck him before it was obvious that she was simply giving in.&nbsp; Lowering to her knees, the orc girl pulled Adon's pants down just enough to let his length out.&nbsp; Long and thick as ever, she leaned down, licking it from head to base.&nbsp; She hefted the flaccid member in a hand and began feeding it to herself inch after precious inch.&nbsp; Adon knew how much she liked to feel it grow in her throat, and thankfully he'd left himself soft just long enough for her to get him inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ragnarök</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 14:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/321/6/a/adon_by_jennyverse-d86pt02.jpg)</div>Adon let out a gasp as the air got knocked out of his lungs when she slammed him into the wall. He looked down at her, knowing fully well where he had her in the power struggle and that she was desperately trying to keep a dominant position. Adon wasn't gonna let that happen. He grinned and caught her head from behind before letting himself fall forward, making her fall backwards, her mouth forced around his girth. He caught himself with one hand as they were about to hit the ground and gently let her head go against the hard wood, the one not in her mouth. Now that she was in a submissive position and he was stabilised on two hands, the demon started to thrust into her mouth, fucking her, using her mouth but too slow to be how she liked it, he wanted her to beg him to destroy her throat. <br><br>He was hardening slowly, still soft as he slowly worked himself in and out of her mouth and throat. "I know you want it, Kira. I know you want it harder. Why not beg me to fuck your throat? That worked well last time." he whispered the last words of his sentence so no one would hear but her. His power flowed into her much easier through his considerable member, it was a tsunami of magical lust that assailed the orc. The more he shoved himself in her, the more powerful it got. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 21:34:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/8bae/f/2015/096/c/e/garad_by_pixeldust86-d8or5nz.jpg)</div> Garard walks into the tavern. It has been a long day and he needed a drink and some pleasant company. From what rumors was whispered about this place, the Busty Wench was the place to go. From what he saw, some sort of Demon (Adon) was on top of a some half-orc woman (Kira.) From Garad's experience, the only way <strong>anyone</strong>&nbsp; got on top of a half half-orc girl like that was because she let them. So the wizard stowed his usually ideals of gallantry because he knew if he rescued said girl, he would probably be rewarded with a swift boot to the nuts.<br><br>&nbsp;Instead are blue robed wizard bellied up to the bar. He sat at an empty tool and looked up and down the bar for the bartender. That is when he noticed a beautiful dwarven woman. (Chariss). She had long red hair tied up and a sweet face. Which was shocking compared o the dwarf men Garard has met so far. He wondered if she used some kind of stilts to see over the bar and serve her patrons. Garard then finally spoke,"Barkeep! May I please have an ale. Also your name if you mind. I am Garard, it is mighty impersonal to shout barkeep all night. Don't you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Busty Wench Tavern:  Grand Re-Opening  ((IC:  Main Tavern))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 12:30:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Kira stumbled and scrambled her bare feet across the hard, wooden floor as she was pushed back at an odd angle.&nbsp; It was enough to throw her off and back as Adon forced her to the ground with his cock still firmly in her mouth.&nbsp; She prepared for a sudden strike to the head as she fell, but found only the demon's firm hand holding her from it.&nbsp; A gesture like that only infuriated her.&nbsp; Adon knew he was getting to her, not only with his position of domination over her but treating her like a delicate flower.&nbsp; She needed her sex hard and painful, and the bastard knew it.&nbsp; Without the use of her mouth, which was firmly wedged over his dick, Kira beat at the man's sides.&nbsp; She squealed over his cock and kicked at the wall and floor like a child in a temper tantrum.&nbsp; "MMMMFF!! HHMMMM-MMMM!!"&nbsp; The girl sucked and twisted her head for all she was worth, unable to get more down her throat or to release him.&nbsp; The orc was at his mercy, unfortunately.&nbsp; Or perhaps fortunately.<br><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garard</strong></span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Chariss wasn't one to judge.&nbsp; As one of the more feminine dwarves in the world, she'd always been treated like a child.&nbsp; The girl knew how it was to have someone assume things about her.&nbsp; So it was that she tried her damnedest not to assume anything about the rather hilariously dressed man that came walking up to the bar.&nbsp; She'd known plenty of wizards, but none that actually wore a pointed hat and talked with so much blustering baritone.&nbsp; It was like a child grew up instantaneously from age six to a full grown man and decided he was a spellcaster.&nbsp; With a little sigh and perhaps a pitiful smile, the woman stepped up on one of her little ladders and came eye-to-eye with the man apparently named Garard.<br><br>"I'd say it's mighty impolite to shout at all, sir. I'm short, not hard of hearing."&nbsp; Though her words were a little biting, Chariss followed up with a little precious head tilt and show of dimples that would fell an orc in a rage.&nbsp; She looked down and collected a mug from beneath the bar, then set it on a piece of parchment before her.&nbsp; There was another head tilt, this time one of curiosity.&nbsp; Picking up the paper, Chariss read a most disturbing bit of writing there.<br><br><em>'Prithy thee thine wencheth of thee ale most frothiesteth,<br>Gerard the caster of explosive spells hath been retained for a summons of the most umbilical to be shattered hence forthwith. He hath been snatchgrabbed to face the Countil of Great Import upon charges of cow blowing up and theivery of Milady Winchell Davenport's boudoir. Please to take this sum of coin as a humble sorry and may your night be most pleasant.<br>Signed,<br>Master Magician Extreme Level the Fifth<br>Greydolf the Grand<br>Magister of the Circulur Gilded Metal<br>Weilder of the Wood with Glowy Bits<br>Talker to of Moths'</em><br><br>There was another little sigh as Chariss looked up to find Gerard's stool impressively empty.&nbsp; Chariss tucked the note into a box of curiosities along with a metal hammer no one could lift and a strange journal with a basilisk fang stabbed into the center.&nbsp; One day Chariss swore she'd finally get a customer that wasn't abruptly whisked off by mysterious agencies.&nbsp; Until then, she would wipe at her counter and watch Kira have her head fucked into the ground by a sex demon.&nbsp; "I love this bar," she said with a little smirk.
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