[The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC
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				Title: <strong>[The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>05-07-2017, 07:12:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/a9c4/f/2017/185/4/8/tavern_by_ravagedgirl-dbf54os.jpg)<br><em>GM:&nbsp; PixelDust (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=48290)</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 32pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Main Tavern<br>In Character Thread</strong></span><br><em>Main story thread listed here.&nbsp; See below for OOC and Advertisement threads.</em> <br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>ADVERTISEMENT THREAD:&nbsp; The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches:&nbsp; IC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270337.msg13324717#msg13324717)<br>OUT OF CHARACTER THREAD:&nbsp; The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches:&nbsp; OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270397.msg13326822#msg13326822)</strong></span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Story and Application Information</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Kneeling Wench Tavern</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Con, Prostitution (kinda), Anthros, Possible Gang-bang, Possible Bondage, Public Sex<br><br><strong>Setting:</strong>&nbsp; Medieval Fantasy<br><br><em>Please Note:&nbsp; All characters depicted in this story are above the age of 18.</em><br><br><strong>Scenario:</strong>&nbsp; A young halfelven girl has started a tavern all on her own.&nbsp; She and her group of male and female employees serve not only food and drink, but anything their bodies can handle from the weary travelers.&nbsp; <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><strong>Requirements:</strong>&nbsp; Any gender write any gender character.&nbsp; Around two posts a week and discussion before you enter the tavern.<br><br><strong>Application:</strong>&nbsp; Just PM me and we can discuss your character and what they'd like.&nbsp; I can only accommodate one partner at a time, so you may need to wait until you're seen by a waitress.<br></div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Choice of Servers played by PixelDust</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)(http://orig06.deviantart.net/ca1e/f/2017/185/8/5/kira01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59ty.jpg)<br>(http://orig10.deviantart.net/61b7/f/2017/190/9/f/tristan01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqhw8.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/b3b8/f/2017/190/9/2/asvett01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqhwf.jpg)(http://orig11.deviantart.net/6dcc/f/2017/190/2/d/amelia01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqhwk.jpg)<br>(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3240/f/2017/185/9/f/lazarus01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tu.jpg)(http://orig15.deviantart.net/15d0/f/2017/185/4/f/arenthal01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59t9.jpg)(http://orig14.deviantart.net/14e6/f/2017/185/5/a/samson01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tg.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/4b5e/f/2017/185/3/8/agentkys01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59te.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Servers played by other writers</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Submission Form</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>To Enter, Please fill out the below form and PM it to me. Thanks!</strong></span><br><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 character is interested in)<br>Pic URL:</code></pre></div></div><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 22pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Current Tavern Interactions</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Paladin Elisa <em>(corvusul86)</em> for Lyari or Chariss - At the bar<br>Clerics Viktor and Alexandra Thark <em>(Ollumhammersong)</em> for Chariss - At a booth<br>August Brightmoor <em>(scribus1000)</em> for Lyari or others - At a table<br>Wanderer Warren <em>(Mac84)</em> for Kira, Chariss, Tristan, or Amelia - with August at a table<br></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Possible Future Entrants</span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Barbarian Valda <em>(LD)</em> for unspecified server<br></span><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>06-07-2017, 09:20:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/283/9/a/medieval_town_by_shutupandwhisper-d6q07yv.jpg)<br><br><em>On the fringe of one of the world's most populated and diverse cities rested a tavern like none other.&nbsp; Though word spread about the strange, cozy location far and wide, the clientele were few and far between.&nbsp; Most that heard whispers or discovered it for themselves found the place far too risque and personal for their liking.&nbsp; In truth, all of them had the desire to visit, but few had the nerve.&nbsp; Lyari's bar served food and drink unparalleled, true; but what those who truly entered for was companionship.&nbsp; Along with their ale and side of exquisitely roasted meat they enjoyed pleasantries of the flesh.&nbsp; Even saying that didn't separate it from any other tavern with open prostitution.&nbsp; No, what made The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches truly special was that these delicacies were offered out from behind closed doors and eagerly.&nbsp; There wasn't a waiter, waitress, bartender, or maid at the tavern who didn't want to be there.&nbsp; Sex wasn't what they must do to survive- it was a career they delighted in as much as a knight prided himself on the shininess of his armor or a blacksmith the strength of his steel.</em></div><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Behind a perfectly polished bar sat (or rather make that 'leaned'.. actually, just make it 'snored') a short girl with fiery, woven locks and a sunny disposition.&nbsp; At least her disposition was sunny when it wasn't asleep.&nbsp; Besides the crackle of the fire burning within the central roasting pit, there wasn't much around the tavern that would have awoken Chariss.&nbsp; Dwarfs enjoyed sleep just as much as the next race, and the bartender took it where she could get it.&nbsp; Of course that usually meant the young woman slept around 18 hours a day.&nbsp; This day was different, however.&nbsp; The owner felt a change in the wind, especially after she hired that goblin to toss fliers out as he flew over various cities across the world from his silly glider contraption.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Speaking of the owner, a tall, radiant beauty with silken, violet hair and a bust she dared not hide stepped into the main room at that moment.&nbsp; Lyari looked around with a smile, knowing the place would soon fill with needy patrons and their abundant lusts for food, drink, and anything else she and her employees could provide them.<br><br>One of her long, pointed ears twitched as she picked up the sound of what could only described as the cutest gnome tree cutter in the world felling a great redbark.&nbsp; She turned to see Chariss leaned over the bar and no doubt dreaming of exotic ales from around the world.&nbsp; Lyari could hardly blame the poor girl.&nbsp; She worked nearly every day and saw only a handful of customers a week.&nbsp; That would change, however.&nbsp; She just knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>06-07-2017, 18:26:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div> Elisa Maffian stood outside of the tavern for a moment, biting her lip, before she saw someone down the street glance in her direction.&nbsp; It probably didn't have anything to do with her -- the glance could've been for a hundred reasons, after all -- but it was enough to make her start walking again... away from the establishment.&nbsp; It was the fourth time she'd passed it by, unable to bring herself to enter.&nbsp; There were just so many people on the streets, and in that moment it felt like they were all <em>watching</em> her.<br><br>Perhaps she shouldn't have been wearing her plate mail and the surcoat of her paladin order, which was designed to stand out as a beacon on the field of battle against the forces of evil.&nbsp; Wearing armor had always made her feel more comfortable, and the symbols of her faith were a constant source of pride and self-affirmation, but they made it difficult to blend in when she wanted to be part of the crowd.&nbsp; <br><br>After circling around the block again Elisa found a quiet alley and pulled out the flyer again.&nbsp; After a long and difficult dungeon she'd been lecturing a particularly lackadaisical rogue about her many mistakes when the woman had mockingly handed her the flyer and told her she should go unwind.&nbsp; Everyone else had laughed, but for some reason Elisa had kept it anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed to be providence when her latest mission took her to the city from the flyer.&nbsp; She was there alone, as she usually was, and as was often the case she felt her loneliness keenly.&nbsp; She would never regret taking her oath as a paladin, or her place in the crusade against evil, but she wished she wasn't so alone.&nbsp; Or perhaps, her order and faith were simply an excuse that she used for her own failings -- other paladins dated, even married, while she carried on, barely even having friends to her name.<br><br>It wasn't her looks.&nbsp; She knew that her long platinum blonde hair, even practically bound behind her head to allow the use of a helmet was eye catching, and her soft, pale features, highlighted by bright blue eyes, were pleasant to look upon.&nbsp; Despite that the last dalliance she'd had had been a brief, fumbling affair with a fellow initiate in the temple before she'd even become a squire, and the future looked just as bleak.&nbsp; Just as lonely.<br><br>It was that thought that spurred her on, and when she approached the entrance to the Tavern of Kneeling Wenches she mustered her paladin courage and didn't even look to see who could be watching, simply barging through the front door.&nbsp; She winced once she was within at the sound the door made, but a quick glance around revealed the premises to be free of customers.&nbsp; She relaxed slightly until she noticed the rather attractive women behind the bar.<br><br>She fidgeted slightly, blushing at the scraping sounds her polished armor made from the motions before clearing her throat to speak.&nbsp; "Good day to you, ladies.&nbsp; It is, um, a fine day?"<br><br>She closed her eyes, wincing at her own awkwardness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>07-07-2017, 04:45:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The tiniest, almost imperceptible, twitch of one of Lyari's pointed ears made her eyes dart up to the front door.&nbsp; She began a slow smile that snaked its way from the center of her full lips to the outer recesses of her fair cheeks.&nbsp; The elven girl sat up, her bountiful chest unable to be anything but impressively pronounced.&nbsp; She awaited for what appeared to be a very timid, or at least trepidatious, young knight to make a greeting.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman was suddenly reminded of her bartender's situation with the sound of a tiny sawing of logs next to her.&nbsp; She turned to Chariss, trying not to subtly wake her with a nudge.&nbsp; Unfortunately subtlety isn't something dwarfs are known for.<br><br>The short redhead popped her head up just as the paladin said hello.&nbsp; Chariss replied in a loud, surprised tone.&nbsp; "FISH BOWLS!"&nbsp; She stood there, blinking in front of the newcomer and a very embarrassed boss lady.<br><br>Lyari removed her palm from it's reactive position against her face and smiled again.&nbsp; She stood up from where she was leaning against the bar and gave a polite bow.&nbsp; "Welcome, traveler. I am Lyari, and this short fistful of fire is Chariss. What can we get you this good, fine day?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>07-07-2017, 05:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>"You're sure about this place Alex?" Viktor's gruff voice carried down the street as each step brought him closer to this tavern that his lovely(though impatient) fiance half led, half dragged him towards. Viktor was never one to hide his opinions. He was a cleric of the Morninglord and an ex sergeant in the Royal Dearothian army. Blunt honesty had always been his preferred method of speaking. Nor was his voice soft spoken, it boomed out with the natural authority and charisma of a man who had made his life career first bellowing orders, then taking up the cloth imparting sermons to the masses. He was heard by several passers by who glanced his way, clearly confused and amused by the image of a fully armoured man being led helplessly towards a direction by a woman only as high as his shoulder and at least a third less his weight. <br><br>"For the last time, Yes!" The young brunette beamed back at her dour partner. Her vibrance and gaiety at odds with his stoney countenance that gave an overall impression of indifference towards anyone and anything around him. Though they were both clerics of the Lord of light and sun, Only one of them was looking the part. light practically radiated out of the young girl. She seemed to bound with energy with every step. Her warm smile was infectious to those that caught her eyed and it wasn't long before most of the street was smiling, smirking or chuckling at the sight of the young girl and what was obviously her boyfriend. And the entire mood and ambiance of the street seemed just a little more sunlight and cheerful.<br><br>"You're going to love it, I promise. I picked it especially for you. Now hurry up! I want to get there before it fills up." and with that she slipped her hand from his and quickly outpaced the more heavily armoured man escorting her. it if wasn't for the fact Viktor could see her hair bouncing with each step he would have lost sight of her completely. <br><br>A disbelieving grunt was the only reply. Viktor had already spotted three other inns in this town alone that could have been just as servicable. He didn't understand why his lover was so particular that they spend their nights at this exact location. In truth he didn't even know the name of the place, when he asked where and what Alexandra learned of this establishment to become so infatuated with it, she only offered a coy smile and skipped off. Forcing him to follow. Whatever this place was Alex seemed to know about it before they had even reached the city. All but begging him to take a detour from their planned route to travel to this specific town. As much as Viktor would have liked to put his foot down and insist they stick to their carefully planned route and continue on with their planned route of pilgrimage...... it was impossible to say no to his lover. Once she batted those eyes and put those full lips into a pout Alexandra could pretty much as for whatever the hell she wanted and she knew it. It was a power over her lover that she only used sparringly and responsibly.... well mostly. <br><br>Eventually Viktor did catch up to Alex in a clank of scale armour and heavy boots, neither of which were designed for running and left their wearer taking even but deep breaths once he was able to stop. There in front of the door stood Alexandra. Chest heaving proudly, ankles innocently crossed with one arm pointing above her head at the tavern sign and a great big grin on her face as if to say 'Ta'da!' and 'Told you so!' at the same time. <br><br>"Kneeling Wenches........" Was all Viktor said. Voicing the rest of his unspoken concerns with only a raised eyebrow towards his lover. He was already having second thoughts about ever allowing Alex to make another decision about future travel destinations. <br><br>Jumping the small distance between them Alex offered a wink and a reassuring kiss before slipping inside and past the door. "You're going to love it!" She promised again as those shapely thighs Vitkor had come to know so intimately swayed in an exaggerated display then disappeared. <br><br>Left with little option Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration at both his lovers childishness and what awkwardness was surely going to come. Yet despite himself he let out a brief, barking laugh at her antics, which at the end of the day were one of the reasons he loved her as much as he did. "My gracious lord, I bask in your radiance and ask to be protected by your divine glory. May I carry the light of your name and forever illluminate the darkness." A quick and likely unnecessary prayer to the Morninglord, as Viktor was certain that if Lathander even cared enough to watch what was happening in this little corner of the world right now, he was probably too busy laughing his divine ass off. <br><br>"Lets get this over with." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>07-07-2017, 06:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div> "Oh, um... hello," Elisa said, shifting uncomfortably, her eyes drawn like magnets to Lyari's impressively displayed assets.&nbsp; After a moment she looked away blushing, turning her attention forcefully to Chariss.&nbsp; "I will have, um, what do you recommend?&nbsp; I'm not usually much of a drinker... perhaps some wine?"<br><br>Elisa walked up to the bar, turning her attention back to Lyari for a moment before blushing again.&nbsp; <em>Yes,</em> she decided, I definitely need a little wine.<br><br>After standing awkwardly for a few seconds she carefully pulled out a stool and sat down at the bar, facing the two women.&nbsp; "I've never been to this, um, this establishment before.&nbsp; Perhaps... you could tell me a bit about it?&nbsp; It is certainly... different.&nbsp; But- but not in a bad way!&nbsp; I hope... think... um..."<br><br>She looked back down at the bar, distracting herself by removing her gauntlets and setting them aside so as not to damage her glass when it arrived.&nbsp; Suddenly she looked up, stiffening her back until she was almost at attention while sitting, and spoke a firm voice for the first time since walking in the door.&nbsp; "I apologize -- I have been most remiss in my manners.&nbsp; My name is Elisa Maffian, Paladin in service to the goddess of Justice.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>07-07-2017, 07:20:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The shorter of the two women almost giggled.&nbsp; She saw timid, sputtering clients every day.&nbsp; She also saw paladins just as often.&nbsp; Chariss had never witnessed a mix of the two, however.&nbsp; The girl, Elisa, acted as if she hadn't worn that shiny armor into battle and cut down foe after foe, just as the dwarf girl knew she must have.&nbsp; It seemed brave in war and brave in love were two completely different sides of the coin.&nbsp; With a warm smile, she pulled a tall, polished glass with a golden-rimmed base from behind the counter.&nbsp; With the way the poor knight was falling over her own words, Chariss decided a stiff, yet smooth beverage would work best.&nbsp; She brought over a green bottle with a pair of crossed hands on the label.&nbsp; The deep red liquid filled the glass like a feline sliding into a familiar blanket.&nbsp; "Telvarian warmwine. I think you'll appreciate it."<br><br>Lyari remained standing, as she'd always felt it didn't suit a waitress, and especially not an owner, to rest on the job.&nbsp; Sitting in a lap was something altogether work-related, however.&nbsp; The elf leaned to her side with an elbow on the edge of the bar.&nbsp; She listened to the paladin and couldn't help a patronizing grin.&nbsp; Out in the world, Lyari would always bow to such steadfast warriors of justice.&nbsp; Their bravery knew no bounds.&nbsp; In her tavern however, she was the warchief and Elisa the shaking recruit.&nbsp; That's why she opened the bar, as a matter of fact.&nbsp; Even shy blademasters needed compassion and an easy way to make friends.&nbsp; Lyari raise her free hand and lay it cautiously on the girl's forearm.&nbsp; She caught Elisa's gaze with her own dazzling, pale violet eyes and spoke softly.&nbsp; "Elisa, sweetie, drink. Relax. Let's pretend we've all known each other for years and act as if nothing we do here could ever embarrass or make us feel silly. We're all silly here."&nbsp; Lyari cut her eyes playfully at Chariss, who took a moment to react.<br><br>"Hey! She caught me napping! No fair!"&nbsp; Chariss put her hands on her seductively plump sides and stomped an adorable foot on the crate she used to reach the bar's surface.<br><br>Lyari laughed and turned back.&nbsp; "We're glad you came in, Elisa. You did walk by enough times, after all."&nbsp; A thin, raised eyebrow and clever smirk let the girl know she hadn't been watched so much as noticed.&nbsp; Her attention was turned momentarily back to the doorway.&nbsp; Seeing two new customers, Lyari gave Chariss a nod in their direction.&nbsp; "I'll keep the good paladin company. You go see to our odd couple there."<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Chariss hopped down from her crate behind the bar and half scampered, half waddled up to the entrance.&nbsp; Her movements were unlike other dwarfs, who lent themselves to massive power encased in a stocky frame.&nbsp; Chariss could have been mistaken for a halfling given her more slender form.&nbsp; She was still taller than a halfling however, and curvy where it benefited her most.&nbsp; She smiled as her short legs brought her greet the man and woman at the door.&nbsp; Her arms spread in welcome, the redhead softly spoke.<br><br>"Welcome to The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches! I'm Chariss, ready and willing bartender and server. Can I see you to a table or the bar? Maybe you'd prefer a boothe?"&nbsp; The girl clasped her hands behind her back, which made her ample bust arch out to do its own greeting.&nbsp; Her face blushed in the warmth of meeting new people.&nbsp; And these people, dressed like a stuffy, militant preacher and a fun-loving wildchild, looked like they were very interesting indeed!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>07-07-2017, 08:17:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)</div> <br><br>He'd learned not to delve too much into his papers while on the move--a few lessons from Hilde and comments made in passing from the rest of the crew he held allegiance to had taught him that much. Even so it was difficult to keep precise track of what he read in the tome while weaving his way through the wide but still populated streetways, eyes flicking up from time to time to observe his surroundings. At one point August had to flinch and jump back to keep out of the way of the pack mule someone stormed past with. <br><br>The outskirts of town were nowhere near as dense, but every bit as busy as the main thoroughfare, and he knew he would do well to remember that cleanly. Two chickens came fluttering past him and fled across the road. The air's touch was soft today, with some heat from what little sunlight dodged between the packed buildings. August stepped around the puddles in the road, unwilling to get mud on his boots if he could help it.<br><br>Rebounding snap of memory took him a few days backwards, to the conclusion of the last job that the crew of four had run. Zanen, Ireth, himself, and the Unhinged Rogue together and resting in the shady husk of a dilapidated, half-collapsed house, all four ruffled from their run-in with the reptiles, but no worse for wear thanks to August's healing spells. He'd spent that downtime furiously writing down notes on what potions and herbs he might need later. Hilde, always on-task but slightly off-kilter, with one of her Named Daggers twirling in one slender hand as she watched him. The other two teammates were counting the coins from their take. <br><br><em>There anytime ye don't have yer nose in a book, boy?</em><br><br><em>Hilde, I have a lot to learn, and not much time to do it in.</em><br><br><em>Tell ye something fer free, Aug, ye bury yerself in text and yer gonna fail to read the world around ye.</em> She'd huffed, stepped in a little closer, made at least a dozen threatening gestures and mock-throws with her weapon. When he had not seen any of them, she sighed and flicked the blade at him for an expert near-miss that spooked him into falling out of his chair. <em>See?</em><br><br><em>Not. Funny.</em><br><br>She'd tilted her head to the side a bit and smirked, lengthy red hair swaying to follow the motion as she continued in her harsh accent. <em>Oh, but it is, lad. More than ye'd think. Everything's gonna pass ye by, but I ain't gonna stand fer that wit' someone wit' yer looks. A big sense of duty and diligence is fine and all, but yer too tight-arsed. Time to unwind. Tell ye what, when we get back, there's a certain tavern I want ye to visit. Keep yer nose outta that fokkin' book fer long enough and ye might learn a thing or two about real life. Stop being a student fer a day and have some fun. Now gimme Roland back.</em><br><br>And thus, this was why August was here, heading to a place Hilde was all-too happy to give directions for, and also because<em> I'll fokkin know if ye skip out on it, I'll see it in ye eyes and know yer as yellow as they come. Ye'll never hear the end of it either. August, the Yellow, the Terrified, the Dull, you get the point yet lad?</em> Curiosity chewed at him though, both for why she sent him so far from their usual haunts, and for discerning what purpose a wench could possibly have for kneeling. Treating customers like royalty? Seemed farfetched.<br><br>He held his book closed, but folded one corner of the page he'd been reading so he could come back to it later. The sign for the place was up ahead. Biting his lip, he muttered <strong>"Okay"</strong> to himself before he made for the entrance. If anything it'd be to disprove Hilde at least. Once he entered, August would head for an unoccupied table and seat himself, nodding to those that greeted him. Passing the time by opening that book up again and resuming where he left off, until one of the barmaids was able to address him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>07-07-2017, 19:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div>"Yes, Telvarian warmwine would be wonderful," Elisa said quietly as the dwarf poured her drink.&nbsp; She picked up the glass, taking a careful sip, sighing at the delicate flavors of the wine.&nbsp; It was named appropriately, as a warm feeling radiated from her stomach, causing her to relax slightly where she sat... at least until Lyari laid a hand on her arm.<br><br>Somehow, despite the steel armor she could almost feel the soft, warm touch of the woman's hand, and after a moment's involuntary tensing, she relaxed and looked at the other woman as she spoke.&nbsp; A shy smile appeared on her face, and she laughed along with Lyari when she teased Chariss.&nbsp; She'd just taken an unfortunately timed sip of wine when Lyari mentioned her previous hesitation about entering.<br><br>Coughing slightly, Elisa cleared her throat before offering a sheepish smile.&nbsp; "As I said, I am not... overused to establishments like... well, like almost any kind, to be honest.&nbsp; I don't... socialize overmuch."<br><br>Seeing the kind demeanor of the two women she relaxed a little again and spoke quietly but honestly.&nbsp; "I've never felt bad about being... unsociable.&nbsp; I'm not someone who likes crowds or parties or the like, but... I suppose I've let my work and my inclinations get the better of me.&nbsp; I guess I... wanted to try doing something... different.&nbsp; Meet people for once.&nbsp; Not be... not be an exemplar of justice, even if for just a few hours.&nbsp; It gets... lonely..."<br><br>With that statement Elisa turned red, shoulders sinking slightly, most of the motion hidden by her plate mail.&nbsp; Unable to meet the women's eyes after saying something so personal to two strangers, she could just picture how foolish she must have looked.&nbsp; Her face felt even hotter as she mentally berated herself for her indecorousness.&nbsp; Slumping as much as her armor allowed, she remembered why she didn't try talking to people.<br><br>She was considering making a strategic retreat when she heard the door open behind her.&nbsp; Stiffening her posture to sit properly on her stool again, she took a sip of wine, turning her face very slightly to peek at who came in.&nbsp; After getting a glimpse of the newcomers she turned back to the bartenders.&nbsp; She thought it likely that both would turn their attention to the new guests, but when the dwarf left to do her duty she was pleasantly surprised that Lyari stayed.&nbsp; She found herself offering a shy smile to the woman, strangely pleased for once not to be left alone.<br><br><em>Maybe I haven't made myself quite the fool that I thought I had,</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>After all... she did say everyone was silly here...</em><br><br>"Are there usually so few guests?" Elisa asked, trying to find a safer subject.&nbsp; "It seems like a pleasant enough establishment, and the flyer I received had been distributed at a city rather far from this."<br><br>Elisa took another drink of wine, and feeling suddenly bold looked at Lyari and spoke in a quiet tone so not to be overheard by the other patrons.&nbsp; "At the least I would expect many to flock to this establishment to spend time in your presence, Lyari."<br><br>Elisa looked back down into her drink after that line, turning red again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 03:26:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>When Alexandra saw the pretty dwarf maid approach her smile turned from innocently cheerful to flirty and mischievous. This definitely matched what she saw in that flyer a week ago from that she kept hidden from Viktor all this time. Glancing over at her lover she noticed him starring squarely at the dwarf girls (admittedly pretty) face and not her magnificent breasts which jutted out in a display of such shamelessness that frankly, Alex was impressed by. Viktor was trying to play the gentleman as usual. His eyes met Chariss with a curt nod but he mostly let his gaze wander and take in all the details of his sorroundings. Alex saw his hard brown eyes look for windows, doors and the general layout before taking in the other patrons and employees of the tavern. She saw his jaw go through several motions of hardening and loosening as he become aware of just what kind of place he had been brought to. The attire of the servers as their 'openness' with the clientel they served told him a great deal about this place. <br><br>Well if all went according to plan, That stiff jaw and parade ground rigid posture would relax into something far more comfortable as the night went on. Alex was going to make sure of it. "Thank you, I'm Alexandra" She greeted the redheaded dwarf with a shallow curtsy and a knowing wink. "And this is-" She was cut off as the armoured man's voice rumbled from his chest with the effortless ease of a man long accustomed to speaking with purpose and, having those words listened to and sometimes obeyed with great respect. It was a voice that had once been used cut through battlefield chaos to establish order and currently roused the passions of the enlightened and the hopeful and the pious. "Viktor, My name is Viktor Thark." <br><br>"I've heard a lot about this place." Continued Alex, leaning closer into her lovers side, out of instinct her arm went around his waist and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Despite the layer of scale armour separating them, they both looked comfortable holding this pose. "I think I still have one of your fliers!" Making a show of fishing the crumpled document out of a pouch. "Do you now....." The unspoken accusation in Viktor's voice was plain enough to his love. One more piece of this confusing puzzle feel into place for him and he couldn't help but wonder how long she had been holding onto that and planning this little detour?<br><br>All Viktor would get would be a cheeky smirk and a sideways glance from Alex as she handed the crumpled paper to Chariss. On that listed were many advertised services, from food and wine and song to other.... more personal forms of entertainment. The flier itself may not have been pornographic but its imaginative imagery conveyed its message clearly enough. Viktor started to wonder just what he was getting himself into. "I do hope all of the things I read on it are true? I've been really looking forward to exploring something new." That last comment seemed only half directed at Chariss and a half directed Tease towards Viktor. <br><br>"We'll take a booth. Please." Viktor cut in. Trying to take what control of the situation he could before Alex's antics and enthusiasm went too far too quickly.&nbsp; First things first. Rest and food. Viktor was starving and he had what felt like collective dust from every road in the kingdom lodged in his throat. "Also wine, Something red please. Some bread aw well and.... two bowls of whatever soup or stew is in the pot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 12:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; It was Lyari's turn to blush a bit after she'd watched paladin do so not only from timidity, but from her drink as well.&nbsp; The Telvarian pride themselves on how strong their alcohol content was without being so bold in taste.&nbsp; But there was no reason to tell Elisa that.&nbsp; The elf girl looked around the bar, only offering a smile in return for the woman's compliment.&nbsp; She centered her words on the former thought and nodded.&nbsp; Lyari would be the first to admit that her establishment should be much more than it is.<br><br>She leaned a bit closer to Elisa as inconspicuously as possible, not just to get closer but to speak a bit more privately about the matter.&nbsp; "That would be my own fault, actually.&nbsp; I had two runs at this before, one in this same location.&nbsp; The first was a nightmare; I failed to assert myself with the local magistrate appropriately and so invited destruction."&nbsp; She could almost hear the screams again as patrons had fled that place, frightened and rightfully so.&nbsp; Lyari smiled quickly, turning back to Elisa to show that everything was much better off now.&nbsp; "But Agent Kys and her kin shouldn't bother us now. I guess you could say we.. kissed and made up."&nbsp; Lyari winked and gave the paladin nudge.<br><br>The elf looked over her patron's armaments and traced a line in the silver armor with her slender finger.&nbsp; "You know I have a secure place for all that nonsense if you want to get more comfortable. I can take it for you or let you go and deposit it yourself."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "Or you could just sit there in full plate while I try to ply you with enough wine that you leap from it and attack me anyway."&nbsp; Lyari laughed, hoping she hadn't offended the good paladin.&nbsp; "It's just a thought. The option's open to you if it would suit your relaxation."<br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Chariss' wide grin only increased upon seeing how open and free-spirited the woman seemed.&nbsp; That was the kind of patron she really enjoyed.&nbsp; Her eyes turned towards the other when he spoke in his 'I'm going to shout down this metal tube' kind of way.&nbsp; As much as she liked Alexandra's disposition, there was something about a big, stuffy, armor-clad man that the dwarf girl loved breaking out just as much.&nbsp; She nodded with the orders and took a step back, looking at what was available.&nbsp; What was available was basically everything, with the exception of another newcomer who'd sat and put his nose in a book.<br><br>"Right this way!"&nbsp; Chariss walked over to a nice booth with an expertly engraved, polished wooden surface and soft cushions.&nbsp; "I'll see to your food and drink; red wine is my specialty! I think I've got something you'll really like."&nbsp; Her mind went over the list of what would go best with coaxing a stubborn man's relaxation from his trousers.&nbsp; She could really go for a big, hard, pounding relaxation herself at that moment.&nbsp; "We do have one other customer. Let me see to their order as well and I'll be right back with you to see what other.. <em>services</em> I can provide."&nbsp; She winked at Alexandra and toddled over to the table nearby.<br><br>The girl walked up to August, who seemed to need even more coaxing than the armored cleric.&nbsp; "Good day, sir! I'm Chariss, the bartender and server. I'm seeing to other customers at the moment, but I can certainly get you a beverage and maybe a bite to eat if you'd like while you wait. Would you like anything from the bar? We have a delicious pork roasting today."&nbsp; She motioned at the dripping, savory meat turning by some gear-and-cog machination over the central fire pit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 15:15:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> Mud caked leather boots slopped though the muddy streets of whatever town this traveler had found himself in this day. The hem of his cloak fluttering around his ankles as he deftly navigated the throng of people busy scurrying about on their way to market, or whatever the region's deity would have for them. Most of the denizens of this city seemed to pay him little to no heed save for the occasional grunt or command of "Move it!" It didn't bother the traveler, he had seen much in his travels, and it would seem that his experiences would lead him to believe that the more things change, the more they're the same. This led to a small chuckle of mirth from the stranger as he took a moment to look around. If not for the fact that he knew he was in a new city. He would have swore that he never left Wallchia. <br><br>Warren had been on the road for about a month since leaving the last major city he visited, Wallchia, far to the west. His wanderings far from specific, he simply takes a road and sees where it leads him. Stopping at small towns, and villages for a couple days to take on odd jobs for coin. Mending fences, Fixing Water Wheels, Pulling weeds, chopping wood, fixing homes. Jobs that most of the locals need, but don't wish to do themselves. Then after about a week, he would move on and continue his travels with his coin purse a bit heavier than before.<br><br>Warren stepped off the main street, and pulled back the hood of his cloak. Red hair would catch the sun's rays as emerald eyes seemed to twinkle with the prospect of exploring someplace new. There was an optimistic smile upon his lips that labor, or bad fortune couldn't seem to wipe away. "This looks to be an interesting city." He mused to himself as he wondered what kind of work he would find here. Though if he was planning on staying here for any length of time, he'll need to find himself an Inn so he'll at least have a roof over his head. Along with an Inn, he'll need to find a popular Tavern. Taverns were excellent places to find work as many people congregate. Often Taverns had bulletin boards were people would take up offers for small jobs. "Right! First find an Inn, and then a Tavern!" Warren declared triumphantly. <br><br>That was until his stomach started to grumble in protest. It had been two days since Warren had finished last of the dried goat he bought in the last small village he passed. It was rather bland, and could have used a bit more salt. He let out another chuckle. "Okay, okay. First Tavern, <em>then</em> Inn." He chuckled before he started to look around himself to see if there was any place that could be considered a Tavern around here. <br><br>Though it would not be his eyes, but his nose that would pick up the trail as the scent of delicious meats caused his mouth to water, and his stomach to grumble even more. Taking a couple deep whiffs, he smiled. "Ah, It would appear I'm not far." He smiled as he started down the alleyway towards the source of the delicious smell. <br><br>Where that smell would lead him was most definitely a Tavern. Though the name would cause Warren's head to tilt. "<em>Tavern of the Kneeling Wench</em>, Eh? Sounds interesting. I've certainly heard worse names. The Gelded Centaur was a rather interesting Tavern. Though I can't fathom why that Centaur would call his place that." Warren spoke as he shrugged his shoulders before approaching the Front door. He would take a moment to try, and knock off as much mud off his boots as possible before entering. No sense in tracking mud, and Gods knows what else in to this place. He had met Tavern Keepers quite offended by that. <br><br>Stepping into the place, Warren was instantly greeted by a sight that made his lips curl into a smile, a warm inviting atmosphere. He would have to thank his stomach for insisting on hitting a Tavern first. He may have missed this Tavern completely had he went to the Inn first. The Wanderer would take a moment to look about the Tavern. He saw several people already availing themselves to the Tavern's wares. A Female Paladin was conversing with a rather busty barmaiden. Then he saw a red headed dwarf that was making his mouth water for other reasons tending to a young couple. The Man seeming quite stoic while the Female was more free. At a table, a young man had his nose in a book, and seemed oblivious to the world around him. Pity, There was so much you learn through actual experience than study. Over all, this place was meeting Warren's tastes. <br><br>Warren watched as the Dwarf moved from the couple in the booth to the man sitting and reading. His eyes watching the sway of her hips, and bounce in her ass as she moved with appreciation. Once she moved off from the seated young man, Warren decided to try, and make a friend in this town. So he moved from the door, and made his way towards the table where August was reading. His hand moving unconsciously to a pouch on his belt where he pulled out what looked like a polished metal stepped ring. He slide it onto his right middle finger between the first, and second knuckle. Soon as it was settled, His thumb started to roll over the band of the ring. Demonstrating that the raised stepped area to be a separate ring that rotated when pushed upon. He would stop just short of the table to address August. "Good morn to you sir, do you mind if I share your table for a time?" Warren asked with a respectful tone in his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 19:31:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div> Elisa looked down at her glass.&nbsp; <em>When had she drunk so much of it?</em>&nbsp; It was rather good.<br><br>"Oh, I wouldn't- wouldn't <em>attack</em> you, I- oh, <em>ohh</em>," Elisa said, blushing again.&nbsp; The warmth from her drink joined another in her belly, and she looked up through her eyelashes at Lyari, accidentally sending her bedroom eyes.&nbsp; "I suppose I could... slip into something more comfortable."&nbsp; The last part was almost breathed out, trying to keep from being overheard by anyone else.&nbsp; She bit her lip, before leaning back and finishing her wine.<br><br>"Removing armor like mine is a bit complicated," she said as she stood.&nbsp; "If you don't mind, I'd prefer to go."<br><br>Elisa went to the storage area, her stomach churning with a heady mixture of excitement, nervousness, and more wine than she was used to drinking on an empty stomach.&nbsp; It had been so long since she'd really flirted with anyone, and longer since she'd done more than that.&nbsp; She might never have imagined going to an establishment of this nature before, but she was now glad she'd been teased wth the flyer.&nbsp; Next time she saw that rogue she'd be the one with a reason to smirk!<br><br>Removing plate mail isn't a simple process.&nbsp; In order to be able to fight effectively while wearing many, many pounds of solid steel plates, they had to be worn like a second skin, attached with endless straps and buckles to distribute the weight as evenly as possible.&nbsp; Long minutes passed as her hands went through the motions of the familiar activity, and unfortunately that was long enough for other thoughts to enter her mind.<br><br>Was she really going to do this?&nbsp; Someone at an establishment so cheerfully lascivious, the <em>proprietor</em> no less, surely had their pick of patrons who were forward about what they wanted.&nbsp; That didn't need a glass of wine and plenty of flirting just to privately remove their plate mail.&nbsp; With distance from the excitement, she remembered just how many other patrons were slowly entering as well.<br><br>With a sigh of relief she removed the last of her armor, leaving her standing in leather breeches and a thick woolen gambeson.&nbsp; She hesitated, glad that she'd brought a small pack with her to the bar, nervously pulling off the sweaty, slightly rusty padding to reveal a toned body with a modest but firm bust.&nbsp; A quick glance to make sure that she was alone followed, before the breeches came off as well, leaving her naked but for practical smallclothes.<br><br>She paused to examine her body.&nbsp; She was fit, in excellent shape in fact, and despite years of battle the few pale scars she had weren't too ugly and distracting.&nbsp; Magical healing worked wonders, and she more access than most as a paladin, after all.&nbsp; Despite that she couldn't help but compare herself to Lyari for a moment, particularly in the chest department.&nbsp; Before she could find more reasons to hesitate she opened her small pack and pulled out a change of clothing.<br><br>Her only change of underclothes were still rather plain, but they were followed by long white stockings typically worn for more formal occasions, which were secured at the top with blue ribbons.&nbsp; Following that came a long blue skirt, falling to mid calf, and she then hesitated.&nbsp; She had brought a blouse that she owned to wear to the most formal of events, but she found herself nervously biting her lip at the memory of the slowly filling tavern.&nbsp; Could she really go out into a crowded room wearing it and still have the confidence to keep flirting with Lyari?<br><br>With a sigh she pulled out a slightly thinner gambeson, one thankfully free of rust, pulling it on and grabbing a chain shirt to pull over it.&nbsp; It was her nicest one, well polished to a silvery gleam despite the difficulty of doing that to the many, many chain links, but it allowed her to have the peace of mind of wearing armor in a settings that would frown on such.<br><br>She gave herself one more look, satisfied with the transformation.&nbsp; After securing her armor and carefully folding her orange surcoat to cover it, she made her way back to the tavern.&nbsp; <em>You can do this,</em> she told herself.&nbsp; <em>You want to, so just go for it.&nbsp; She certainly seems amenable.&nbsp; Just... just enjoy yourself."</em><br><br>She made her way to her stool, sitting again and smiling at Lyari.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; I feel much more comfortable now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 20:41:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>Viktor nodded and took his seat at the offered booth. Whatever he thought of the establishment's business model and the actions of its employees, he would happily admit that the tavern interior was warm and inviting. It did well to sell the idea of a home away from home in his mind. The fire crackled, the chairs were soft and whatever food was roasting in the back gave off aromas that would have made him hungry even if he wasn't already famished from the road. As it was he was ready to start taking a bite out of the table if push came to shove. Though his sense of composure and pride would never allow it. <br><br>Viktors extent of relaxation can in the form of letting his shield, mace and thick over-belt rest on the floor beside the booth. As well as removing his helmet and placing it on the table as if it's empty frame was starring back out into the tavern proper. Alex pouted a little when he didn't remove any of his armour or even his heavy gloves but knew better than to say anything about it. She on the other hand let herself relax a little more thoroughly, she also had none of the heavy gear and equipment as Viktor other than her own heavy mace. Still she removed her gloves, loosened the from of her leather travelling vest and arched her back, throwing up her arms in a catlike stretch to let out her own lithe muscles. She took in a deep breath of satisfaction now that her torso was free of the tight but necessarily protective constraint.<br><br>Large round breasts jutted forward, conveniently unobscured save for the fabrics containing them and all for Viktor's viewing pleasure and she seemed to hold that pose for many seconds indeed before finishing her teasing display. "Well She certainly seems nice." Alex nodded towards the dwarf-ess, She had a much more shapely figure than most of her race and Alex could appreciate the image offered by a fine bum as it walked and swayed. But she still seemed solid and capable of enjoying a wild and/or rough experience if it was thrust upon her. Viktor offered a nod but kept his gaze mostly on Alex and his sorroundings. <br><br>Leaning forward the smaller woman placed her elbows on the table, folded her hinds together and rested her chin on her interlocked fingers to address him. "Viktor...." She spoke with an edge of honesty and seemed almost to be making a request with her next words. "You're here to enjoy yourself. Go ahead and 'take in the sights' I promise I wont get mad or jealous." a sly wink before turning her head to inspect Chariss a second time. "After all I'm going to be doing it to." <br><br>Alex's apparent promiscuity was a less brought up topic between them. Or at least it wasn't brought up verbally. She never slept with men other than Viktor, but she was often openly flirtatious with either sex but particularly other woman. Viktor had grown accustomed to it. That and he knew it was foolish to try and stop her.&nbsp; A flirtatious soul was simply the way Alex was. And over time he gradually became aware that it was a silly thing to be angry at. One of the several ways being with her had started to affect him.<br><br>Sighing in defeat he allowed himself a proper glance towards the dwarf and another towards the equally ravishing she-elf deep in conversation with what seemed like a Dame or holy warrior. Eyeing them both up appreciatively for a few moments each. <br><br>Alex smirked in triumph, she was admiring the other woman but was also assessing them. Working out which might be the perfect fit between her body and Viktor's tonight. Chariss certainly had potential to be that fit.... very much so. The more curious part of her wondered what other ladies might be on staff tonight. If only for a little extra eye candy for her and her man to enjoy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>09-07-2017, 08:48:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)</div> <br><br>The ingredients for this potion were going to be fairly hard to get, he surmised. At least, even with the crew's last haul so recently, the expenses were going to bite deep into his coin purse. It'd be more prudent to just wait and gather the berries from the countryside, because he was acutely aware that the merchants were going to hike up the price considering how dangerous that area was. Might have to go convince Zanen that they needed the new health potion brew, but August knew it was going to be a tough sell--<br><br>He blinked, looked up, met the stare of a dwarf who was speaking to him. Who'd <em>been</em> speaking to him, his mind corrected. It was about the time she had identified herself as the bartender and server, that he had realized. Mentally he kicked himself, thinking he should not be immersed in his work so much in an environment where he was guaranteed to be interrupted for good reasons. Perhaps he should have stayed at the house after all. Then again, back in his study, Hilde would have tickled him, and then snorted with laughter once he squeaked like a field mouse getting its tail tugged. Compared to that, this was paradise. August nodded, as if getting food in a tavern -- <em>of all places</em> -- was an excellent idea and that this was the first time it occurred to him. An onlooker would have figured he was massively distracted. <strong>"Ah. Oh, yes, that would be good."</strong> If he were aware of how well-endowed the shorter woman was (or how much the other woman was as well), he seemed able to prevent himself from thoroughly examining her. Or perhaps he wasn't in that mindset at the moment. <strong>"A pint of mead, please, with bread, cheese, and some poultry. Some of the pork as well, once it's ready."</strong><br><br>Had she any other comments or questions to ask him, he would do his best to answer them, but otherwise he did not have a lusty eye for detail. Her cleavage went un-ogled, and where most men would have glued eyes to her plump arse as soon as she turned, August instead went right back to his book. <br><br>He had a lot to learn, and not much time to do it in, after all.<br><br>At the second interruption, he caught on much faster than before and looked up to the one addressing him, another newcomer. Seemed that the tavern was beginning to pick up traction for the day, either that or this was abnormally busier than normal. He did not wish any ill will on the business, of course, he only made observations and hypotheses. The young mage peered at Warren through his glasses, light blue eyes acknowledging his existence and running through no less than two dozen simulations of how interacting with him would work out. It was a calculating, but not at all judgmental look, as if August was truly curious for the man's motive. <strong>"Good morning, sir. You are welcome to sit here as you please."</strong> You could tell he'd been raised with manners like something fierce; solid eye contact, back straight, poise relaxed but alert. Were it not for his youthful features, he could have been mistaken for someone several years older.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>10-07-2017, 03:25:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; A wide smile played across Lyari's face once Elisa left to make herself more comfortable.&nbsp; She never minded prying a stuffy warrior until they accepted their fate and gave in to their desires, but she was grateful for how well the warmwine simplified her endeavors.&nbsp; Leaning back with both elbows on the edge of the bar, the elf let her eyes dance across the slowly filling tavern.&nbsp; Chariss was seeing to the clerics while making sure another customer was at least fed, and there was even one more that had just entered.&nbsp; It was a pity she hadn't gone with her instinct and gotten more employees to come in for the night.&nbsp; At least a close friend of hers, Elora, was due any moment.&nbsp; It would ease the burden on she and Chariss a bit.&nbsp; The return of her paladin caught Lyari's eye; but not just because she noticed the movement from the back room.<br><br>Elisa was completely changed!&nbsp; A person would be hard pressed to tell the difference between the natures of the girl and the cleric across the room.&nbsp; Her much more relaxed clothing in comparison to that bulky armor was night and day.&nbsp; She held the grin until Elisa had sat once more.&nbsp; "That armor wasn't quite the weight of the world, but I bet it felt like it when you took it off your shoulders."&nbsp; Lyari reached behind her and poured the paladin another glass, then filled one for herself.&nbsp; She took small, yet deceptively long, pull from it.&nbsp; The appearance of her joining in was more important than whether or not she actually got drunk.&nbsp; Lyari was relaxed either way and it wouldn't do for her to become light-headed while there were duties which she needed to tend for the night.<br><br>"So does your loving man approve of your being here, or was it his idea to get you loosened up? Or loving woman maybe?"&nbsp; Lyari was fairly certain Elisa didn't have such a relationship.&nbsp; Few dutiful warrior of justice did.&nbsp; Asking had always been a good tactic just so she could add "Don't tell me you are alone in his world, though. You can't be. Look at you- Young men and women alike would fall over themselves just to spend time near you."&nbsp; She gave a crooked, clever smile before nudging Elisa's arm, which was more a maneuver to become more acquainted than a 'right, right?' jab.<br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Chariss was a bit amused at just how much the young man ordered.&nbsp; He was surely taller than she, but ate like a minotaur!&nbsp; Or at least he ordered like one.&nbsp; The short girl returned from behind the bar with a platter of various foods and beverages for her clients.&nbsp; She made her way, quite gracefully for a dwarf with full hands, back to August and began to unload.&nbsp; "Here we are. Your mead, meats, cheese and bread. I've brought a few things for your friend here as well! Greetings, sir!"&nbsp; She nodded to the suave gentleman with the mustache while her hands placed a few more various meats and beverages before him.&nbsp; "Enjoy yourselves and someone will be with you as soon as they can for a bit more lively entertainment."&nbsp; Chariss winked and turned on her heel.<br><br>Finally returning to her original guests with one platter empty and beneath her arm, the girl served the remaining items from the other.&nbsp; "Alright then- red wine, our specialty, pork stew with tomatoes and some bread on the side."&nbsp; She slid the used platters onto a nearby table and smiled up at the pair.&nbsp; While Alexandra had gotten somewhat more comfortable, her companion seemed still ready for battle.&nbsp; Even without his weaponry at his hip and back, he looked as though he were waiting for an ogre to leap through the door.&nbsp; But the joke was on him; Barnaby had the night off.<br><br>"Viktor, may I secure your armaments for you, sir? We have a room in the back that's magically guarded where most patrons keep their more expensive things. You can even go and change there if you like. I'm sure you're stuffy in all that heavy armor."&nbsp; She glanced over to Alexandra briefly, attempting to employ the girl's assistance in the matter.&nbsp; She was sure Alex wanted to get him out of his stiff clothing so something else could become stiff as much as she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-07-2017, 04:40:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> Warren took a moment to appraise the young individual that he so obviously interrupted. His posture, his mannerisms. It could make one believe they were in the presences of a Noble Born son of at least a low ranked lord. Warren was half expecting the young man to decline his company. The young man would have been well within is rights. So as August greeted him, and granted him permission to sit with him, Warren's smile broadened. "I thank you kindly good sir." Warren declared before pulling out a chair on the opposite side of the table, and plopping down with the weariness of man that had been walking many miles before arriving at this particular Tavern. Warren would lean back, and rest the heel of his left boot on an adjacent chair. "Ah, that is much better. Been walking since before the Sun came up." He chuckled hardily. <br><br>Once Warren had a chance to take a breath he chuckled nervously. "Oh my my my. Where are my manners? I've not properly introduced myself. I'm Warren Seville. A Wanderer, and I guess you could say i'm a "Handy man" by trade. I do oddjobs for people in the towns, and Villages I pass through. Never stay anywhere overly long though." Warren greeted as he offered August his hand to shake.&nbsp; <br><br>The young Dwarf that had caught Warren's eye earlier would return with two rather large platters. the Wanderer blinked before he had to remind himself of the stoutness of Dwarves. Otherwise he would have offered his assistance to the Dwarf so she would not have to be over encumbered. The Dwarf would set down a surprisingly large order before the young man that sat across from Warren before greeting him. "Good Morn to you as well, Mistress Dwarf." Warren replied as he let his eyes drink in this Dwarf. There was great appreciation for her beauty in his eyes without the blatant Lust of a rabid baboon. <br><br>Warren would nod in understanding as the Dwarf excused herself, explaining that someone shall be along to serve him shortly. "Not to worry, Mistress Dwarf. I'm in no hurry." Warren replied as he gave her a smile and wave before she departed the table after setting all of August's order before him. Leaving Warren to ponder what he should indulge in for his time here. Perhaps a nice hearty stout with some of that roasted meat with potatoes, and bread. That would be quite filling. However, he'll just have to wait until a Server is available to take his order. <br><br>Turning his attention to August, Warren's&nbsp; right thumb continuing to roll the polished ring around his middle finger. "May I ask what is so interesting in your Book that you ignore the scenery around you?" Warren asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>10-07-2017, 06:50:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div> "I suppose it does feel that way at times," Elisa said.&nbsp; "I know it's just a bit of steel, however finely crafted, but... it does mean more than that to me.&nbsp; Any warrior can grab a weapon to fight against the darkness, but being a paladin... it's about being a beacon of light as well."<br><br>Elisa gratefully took the offered drink and took a quick swallow of the wine.&nbsp; "It' a little... unnerving though, not being simply another armored paladin.&nbsp; When I'm clad all in steel and wrapped with the symbols of my order, I can simply be that, not... not having to worry about other things.&nbsp; It's... simpler, I suppose."<br><br>She blushed, playing with her glass nervously.&nbsp; When Lyari asked about her being in a relationship, she bit her lip, unable to maintain eye contact with the tavern keeper.&nbsp; "No, I... I don't have anyone."<br><br>The follow up compliment made her blush ferociously, and she was taken so off guard by it that she flinched slightly when the woman nudged her.&nbsp; Elisa's chain shirt wasn't very long, and she could actually <em>feel</em> Lyari's warm, soft arm against her sleeve.&nbsp; "Oh, no, I... I am not so blind so as to not to know that my goddess has blessed me with unusual physical beauty, but... I have nothing else with which to entice a partner.&nbsp; Even in my training my... ehem... dalliances... were rare.&nbsp; I have never been able to- to put myself out there, as it were...<br><br>"I just... it is so difficult to make that connection," Elisa sighed, meeting Lyari's gaze sadly for a moment.&nbsp; "I have trouble even befriending my adventuring companions.&nbsp; If they saw me now, I'm not sure if they would recognize me, just from the amount we've spoken.&nbsp; I know even in less- that is to say, more <em>typical</em> taverns, bartenders often serve as a sounding board and concerned ear for their patrons, and even more, from the flyer- not that I should assume anything-, I-, that is..."<br><br>Elisa sat up and spoke even more formally again after taking a steadying breath.&nbsp; "I hope that I do not overreach, but if the broadsheet that I received was... accurate, then the people at your establishment are somewhat more- more accommodating than is typically seen.&nbsp; So that is to say -- I do realize that you are being, um, professionally kind to me, but for some reason, despite that you are- you are somewhat easier to speak with than most people."<br><br>She looked back down at her drink, staring into it.&nbsp; "I'm not at all certain what I'm even trying to say, anymore.&nbsp; I just feel comfortable with you.&nbsp; Less alone, and you- you are so beautiful... I, I would like to- to spend more time... with you... if I... if that is... if I may?"<br><br>With a shaking hand she reached out, placing it atop Lyari's own and gently squeezed it as though afraid it was as fragile as a soap bubble, that the slightest pressure would pop it and cause Lyari to vanish into nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>10-07-2017, 23:48:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)</div> <br><br>He shook hands with Warren, the grip firm but relaxed. Far was he from trusting strangers without fair and ample reason, but August did not feel threatened or otherwise disturbed by the company. Nothing made him particularly suspicious, so for the time being August would remain here, in the Tavern with that strange name, with warm and welcoming people. Come to think of it, he had not seen a single male employee, but this was of minor importance to him. Things to write, things to read, things to say. <br><br><strong>"August Brightmoor,"</strong> he offered a response. <strong>"Recent apprentice-turned-mage, trying to play catch-up with his studies. Newest addition to a mercenary crew on break, the self-proclaimed Red Band Party of four, that no one has ever heard of."</strong> It sounded as if he was reading from a script, implying he had done this introduction more than once. Members of his crew did that as well, though not for fame as it was never their goal. Shreds of recognition only uttered for those who might have been fighting with them at some point or another, amid a cloud of anonymity that they generally preferred. <strong>"We wander as well--finding the locals of each town that need spare hands, and sometimes either doing the things they can't do themselves, or taking a few matters into our own hands--with decent methods and good motives, mind you. Even sell-swords have standards."</strong><br><br>Not long after, Chariss came back with what he'd ordered, and from the look on her face, he'd probably asked for much more than they'd expected him to. He had the coin to pay for it of course, and the empty void in his stomach to accommodate that meal. He thanked the dwarf before she left, then flipped the book closed and set it aside before taking up utensils to dig into the food, punctuating most bites he took with a sip of mead. He'd gotten used to the alcohol by now--the crew had seen to that, one stormy night at a port city. Hilde, baiting him into it on a dare, the two of them immediately getting into a contest amid the roaring jeers of observers. August only remembered fragments of that night, but he thought he did okay. Of course, the next day he'd awoken facedown and half-dangling off a table like grapevines from a cliff face. From that, he'd become slightly wiser, with a better tolerance for drink, a dislike for pounding headaches, and much better judgment for challenges that were worth taking.<br><br>That wasn't to say that the incident wasn't fun.<br><br>He tried to dismiss the memory as he ate now, and it was completely gone with the topic switch Warren brought in, asking about the book. He nodded to acknowledge the question, but only answered once he swallowed his current bite. <strong>"It's a listing for potions. Well, that and the herbs needed. Alchemical ingredients, some of them expensive or hard to obtain. Et cetera. I'm trying to perfect some important ones and develop a few that are meant for specific situations."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mynxish</strong> on <strong>11-07-2017, 01:05:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div> She bounced in wearing a bright smile. Fully clothed, she managed to give the appearance of wearing very little. Lush, ample breasts strained against the simple cloth working overtime, lacings already having given up. Her skirts, both of them, were raised and tucked into her tight waist cincher, giving a glorious view of lean thighs leading to shapely legs. Her ass was the type to make painters dive for their brushes and other men their coin purses. Above it all, a tumble of red red hair shot through with glowing copper. <br><br>She slipped through the tavern, intent on getting to the bar unscathed. At least for the moment. She was here to work and work she would. But first, she needed to find out if someone was waiting for her or if it was a free for all. Her gaze had already slid over a likely playmate. She had a soft spot for the scholarly. They looked uptight until you got them alone and rumpled, and then they left you gasping and aching. <br><br>She made it to the end of the bar, leaned over and kicked one leg up as she called out to the dwarven woman, "Chariss, is it? Is Lyari about? Could you tell her Elora's here ta serve up some... food?" <br><br>Her grin and the twinkle in slightly-too large amber eyes were infectious. Food, indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>11-07-2017, 01:07:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>"Mmmmm... She is right." Alex reached across the table lay a hand on his gauntlet. "You're going to sweat yourself to death in all that." Pouncing on the opportunity to get her man dressed down. "I can help you take if off. I know its all very heavy on your own." Smiling sweetly, her fingers slipping into his grip. With a sideways glance and a glint of mischief in her eye she continued "Or maybe one of the servers can help. I'm sure they have experience with buckles and straps of <em>all</em> kinds." Even Viktor did not miss the double entandre intended there. <br><br>"I'm fine." Was the insistent response from the other side of the table. "You may take away our weapons for the evening however." He just wanted to eat while the food was still hot and was already ripping a handful of the bread to dip into his stew. To him his armour was just another layer of his uniform. He could take it off later when it was time for him and Alex to head to bed. <br><br>A squeeze of his fingers made Vitkor look up into Alex's eyes. now showing a faint degree of annoyance at his lack of effort to relax like they had just talked about. "Fine.... Fine." Dropping his bread reluctantly. "Take me to this vault of yours." Gathering up both Alex's and his own weapons as his lover leaned with with a victory smirk painted across her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  ICSad to say that I must coun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-07-2017, 03:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> <strong>Location</strong>: August's table -----&gt; Unoccupied table<br><strong>Company</strong>: August Brightmoor ------&gt; Alone<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>&nbsp;the Handshake was strong, and Warren respected a good handshake. "Good ta meet-cha, Master Brightmoor." Warren replied as he released the young Mage's hand, still thinking of him of someone of Noble birth. A hand coming up to stroke his mustache as he listened to August explain that he was a Sellsword with a mercenary troupe that was currently on break. Though the add-on about how no one has heard of them was amusing, and did get a chuckle out of the Gentleman before August. "Sad to say that I must count myself among those that have not heard of your troupe. Granted, I don't make it a habit of fraternizing with Sell-swords. Nothing against them, we all have to make a living. And while I'm pretty good at fixing things, and the like. I can't reforge Armor, nor Weapons. So I would wager I would make a pretty poor addition to any sell-sword troupe." Warren replied with good humor as he continued to fiddle with the small metal ring on his middle finger as August explained that his band wanders as well along with people that solved "Problems". The Wanderer simply nodding as he listened.&nbsp; <br><br>Warren would let the Mage eat in peace as he perused the Tavern some more to see whom all was in attendance. The Paladin that was suited up in armor when he arrived apparently took the time to shed most of it. Probably at the behest of the voluptuous barmaid she was currently talking with. The two seemed to be getting along rather swimmingly as the Dwarf returned to the table with the two clerics.&nbsp; <br><br>Warren's attention would be turned back to August as he explained that the book was full of Potions, and ingredients to make said potions. He also commented on how there was quite the variety of ingredients that were quite hard to come by either through rarity, or coin. "I see, I see. There is great virtue in being studious as there are a great many things one rather learn second hand as oppose to first in this world, Master Brightmoor. Yet, it can also be fool hardly to let life pass you by cause your nose was too far buried in a book. You only have one life. So take care to take time to ensure that you at least enjoy it." Warren&nbsp; advise as he eased back against the back of his chair. <br><br>Warren would let August continue with his meal uninterrupted as another entered the Tavern. A rather saucy looking redhead that seemed to challenge men's ideas that Divinity was not found on Earth. Though he caught the slight glance to his table companion that seemed to elude to where her interests lay this day. "It would appear Master Brightmoor has a way of attracting attention." He mused to himself as he came to a decision and stood up. "I think I would do you best to not crowd your table, Master Brightmoor. As it would appear that there is company that you may deem far more pleasurable than I afoot.". Warren stated with a coy smile. Not wishing to hurt the Mage's chances should Elora decide to grace young master Brightmoor with her presence. "It was wonderful meeting you, and i do hope enjoy your time here. I do feel that if you play your cards right, you may leave out of here a changed man." Warren stated with a smile before moving to an unoccupied table. <br><br>Sitting down, Warren let out a sigh as his feet were rather worn from his long walk this morning. Adding to that the sight and smell of everyone else eating, and drinking was reminding him of his own thirst, and hunger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>11-07-2017, 09:15:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Lyari couldn't blame Elora.&nbsp; The redhead had always been of the mind that work came first, and usually so did those she served.&nbsp; Most employees would at the very least speak with their boss when clocking in, but she knew her halfelven friend didn't mean anything by the way she sauntered in and struck right into her rounds.&nbsp; It was a good thing on an evening where the tavern was filling up so quickly, as a matter of fact.&nbsp; She did see Elora speak briefly with- make that 'to' rather- Chariss, however.&nbsp; From the look on the face of the dwarf girl, whatever was said may have been taken the wrong way.&nbsp; Lyari stifled a chuckle at how her girls interacted.<br><br>Lyari had no small amount of experience in matters of intimacy in public areas.&nbsp; That being the case, it was refreshing to feel her cheeks brighten when Elisa made her timid plea.&nbsp; Again, here was a stoic, courageous paladin offering herself up to the maw of the great beasts humility and humbleness.&nbsp; It nearly overwhelmed the elf.&nbsp; She reciprocated immediately, tilting her head down and locking her gaze with Elisa's eyes.&nbsp; She smiled the seductive smile of one who was not only willing, but in need of what the other was asking to give.&nbsp; The woman moved ever so slowly closer while she spoke, running the fingers of her free hand delicately over Elisa's hand.<br><br>"Elisa, there is nothing professional about me or my tavern. This is more of a mutually beneficial home away from home than a business to any of us. If my words seem as if they come from a woman more intent on coin than emotion, then I humbly apologize. I want nothing more or less than to bring comfort and the feel of being wanted to everyone that crosses this building's threshold."&nbsp; By then, Lyari's lips were hovering dangerously close to Elisa's warm countenance.&nbsp; Her voice had lowered to the level of someone telling a lover what they mean to them rather than defining an odd work/play relationship.&nbsp; As such, she dropped away from occupational speeches and concentrated on the other woman's needs.&nbsp; Her voice came in a near-whisper of warmth and silken rose petals.&nbsp; "Say no more, Elisa. I think by now you know I'd love to spend just as much time with you. But there's still something I don't know, however. I'm curious to know whether you are brave enough to put your words into actions, or if I'm going to be the one to attack first.. so to speak."&nbsp; Her heated, hooded eyes and pouting lips would set even the most dense of minds on the trail she laid out.&nbsp; It didn't matter to her if Elisa made the first move or not, but she liked giving her lovers the opportunity to be a bit dominating if they liked.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Chariss was happy to see Alexandra join her in the perfect crime of trying to get her significant other to friggin' relax for goddess's sake.&nbsp; She listened for a moment, then turned to see that bouncing bottle of crimson-capped carnality Elora make her quick entrance.&nbsp; She was about to greet her in the subtle way each employee does when also involved with patrons before the girl spoke up for herself.&nbsp; Chariss let her jaw hang for just a moment before closing it into a position of mild incredulity.&nbsp; She turned to look up at Lyari, waving a presenting hand towards the girl.&nbsp; The dwarf still wasn't sure if Elora actually forgot who the main female bartender of the tavern was each day, or did it intentionally as some weird joke.&nbsp; Either way, she shook the thoughts out of her little head and turned back to Viktor and Alex.<br><br>"Yes, yes! Right this way."&nbsp; Chariss had just caught the tail end of Alex's plea and Viktor's surrender, but it was enough to run with.&nbsp; She walked, hips rolling in the way few others of the tavern could pull off, to the small back room cloaked in a dim, purple field of security magicks.&nbsp; Waving a hand in the direction, she smiled up at Viktor.&nbsp; "It's not quite big enough for more than one person, but if you really do want assistance we could easily strip you down out here."&nbsp; The girl's eyes lit up, wondering if the stuffy cleric would actually go for such a brash action.&nbsp; It would definitely kick start her evening with the couple in a magnificent way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>11-07-2017, 22:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)<br><br>"You may help me with my <strong>armour</strong> thank you." Emphasis placed on the word armour. Viktor didn't know what this woman meant by 'we' when she referred to assisting. But he was about to be stripped completely naked in front of a stranger. He usually had Alex help him undress anyway. Armour was heavy and encumbering. An extra pair of hands was usually a good thing to have taking it on or off. Plus he suspected he would hear something from Alex once she found out he refused Charles's offer entirely. So he might as well indulge both of them a little if only for his own sake.<br><br>They were removed enough from the rest of the tavern and it's patrons as to hopefully not be interuppted and/or stumbled upon. As long as this dwarf didn't get too many ideas in her head about this. Shrugging off his travelling pack, experienced fingers began tumbling with buckles around his waist and sides.<br><br>He also took a knee was he realized she was too short to reach of of his buckles. "I have a fresh shirt in my pack." There were a few layers to peel away, his armour, his gambeson and the thin sleeveless shirt underneath it all that was now likely dirty and feeling of the scent of 'male'.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>11-07-2017, 23:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div> Elisa shivered as Lyari gently stroked her hand with soft fingers.&nbsp; They were warm and kind, yet sent a tingling flame up the nerves of her arm.&nbsp; It had been so long since she'd been touched that she felt the contact all the more keenly.<br><br>When Lyari leaned in close, her eyes seductive, lips parted to whisper gentle encouragements Elisa found it hard to breath.&nbsp; She felt herself stretched between heaven and hell in that moment, desperate desire and swirling anxiety tearing her apart.&nbsp; On some level she knew that she was in public, in a slowly filling tavern with many other customers able to see and even hear everything she did.&nbsp; That part of her was kicking herself for picking such an obvious, open seat, or even for coming inside at all.&nbsp; That part of her mind screamed for her to run, to hide, to go back to the lonely, comforting distance she always held herself at.<br><br>That choking voice of fear was only one part of her, however; the rest of Elisa was thoroughly caught up in the moment.&nbsp; Lyari was so sensually beautiful, and when the slightest, most gentle touch of fingers was enough to send her heart pounding and fill her stomach with butterflies, she could scarcely imagine what a kiss would be like, much less more.&nbsp; And she wanted it.&nbsp; More than she'd wanted anything for a long, long time.<br><br>Torn nearly in half, the world seemed to fall away as she stared into the promise filled eyes so close to her own.&nbsp; The promise of companionship, of pleasure, of the ending of loneliness, even if only for a few hours.&nbsp; And she could see that Lyari wanted to know if she would make the first move.&nbsp; Offering for her to make the final choice.<br><br>Before she could second guess herself further Elisa let her eyes slip shut as she leaned forward.&nbsp; Closing that gap of inches took more courage than a campaign of battles stretching a hundred miles, and left her heart pounding louder in her ears than it ever had surrounded by enemies seeking her death.&nbsp; Her arms felt numb, and her whole body tingled with a heady mixture of fear and desire.&nbsp; The only thing keeping her grounded was the soft hand still gently clasped in her own calloused one.<br><br>Then their lips met, and she felt a shock like pure magic bursting from the point of contact and filling every inch of her body.&nbsp; She felt sustained, like Lyari was giving her air after drowning for so long, but at the same time everything became foggy, as if the two were alone, floating in the clouds without a care in the world.<br><br>The kiss had been tentative at first, but as seconds past awkward, out of practice motions became more confident, and Elisa leaned forward, pressing harder as her free hand slowly rose to softly caress the woman's cheek.&nbsp; With a boldness that shocked herself she parted her lips slightly, letting her tongue glide against Lyari's lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mynxish</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 02:30:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div> With a teasing wink and a smirk of those rosebud lips, Elora turned back to the room and let her gaze sweep over those gathered. She did so love to tease the little dwarf. She'd heard of their legendary tempers and was hoping to see a demonstration. It was all in good fun, though. If there was the slightest hint of true offense, she would be horrified.<br><br>She perked a little as she watched the scholar's friend wander away. The promise of a challenge put a touch more bounce in her step, which put a lot more bounce to her chest. She tossed her back over one shoulder, revealing the slender curve and point of her ears. An elaborate tattoo graced the corner of an amber eye that narrowed ever so slightly. <br><br>The predatory nature of her journey slipped away like a discarded cloak as she dropped into a seat across from August. She leaned back and propped a foot on his knee. <br><br>She nodded to the book, "What's got all your attention?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 04:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In Elisa's lap at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Elisa. Duh.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Typical wench corset and white/offwhite dress with sleeves hanging off her arms.<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but open if needed as head barmaid and owner of the Tavern<br><hr>To say it was a surprise that Elisa did make the first move would be an understatement.&nbsp; Lyari was absolutely certain this would be a circumstance where she'd need to push the envelope even though her companion clearly wanted it just as much.&nbsp; She was quite pleased to be wrong, however.&nbsp; In fact, the elf's own head spun just a bit.&nbsp; Elisa was a complex mix of masculine pride and bravery, but feminine trepidation and grace as well.&nbsp; She was something very seldomly encountered when finally crossing the intimate line with another.&nbsp; The woman gave just as much of a push back against Elisa, giving her something to press against with her firm, demanding lips.&nbsp; She snaked a hand up the paladin's side and held her gently, trying not to be too demanding herself.&nbsp; As much as she wanted it herself, Elisa's wishes were more important.<br><br>"MMmmmmm," Lyari moaned as their mouths parted.&nbsp; She offered her own tongue to writhe against Elisa's, reveling in her taste.&nbsp; She pressed her ample chest into Elisa's own modest yet magnificently toned one.&nbsp; She could feel how fast the other's heart was pounding, which only excited her more.&nbsp; Forgetting the rest of the tavern and how many eyes could be on them, Lyari moved like a feline and slid up into Elisa's lap.&nbsp; She would find the elf like others of her race, remarkably light and agile.&nbsp; Her tongue pushed against Elisa's, begging her to take hers over as hard as she liked.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; At the small changing room and armament storage area at the back of the Tavern<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Viktor<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Loose white and brown dwarfen girl dress, tight across the bust due to her ample size<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy<br><hr>Chariss' eyes lit up when she realized Viktor did indeed want her help disrobing.&nbsp; Helping a big, strong warrior take off armor was like unwrapping a birthday gift.&nbsp; She could only hope her present was as big as she wanted.&nbsp; "It's crafting is very nice. Was the smith a freelance artisan, or one specifically contracted by your order?"&nbsp; More than just common small talk, Chariss' dwarf heritage kept a healthy love of anything metal and handmade firm within her heart.&nbsp; As the pieces came off, she took a moment to look and admire the work that went into the polished silver carapace.&nbsp; With as much care as a mother handling her child, the woman placed Viktor's armor across a wooden strut specifically made for storage.&nbsp; She started to admire the man more and more and the armor less and less the more of him she could see.&nbsp; The musk he gave off only made it easier to keep her eyes on him.&nbsp; Despite his attitude thus far and standing with the religious cleric order, Chariss was beginning to appreciate the more masculine side of Viktor.<br><br>The dwarf reached into Viktor's bag and produced the shirt he'd spoken of.&nbsp; Instead of handing it straight to him, she stood with it and smiled.&nbsp; "Are you sure you want this old thing, Sir Viktor? I bet you'd be much more comfortable the way you are. And Alexandra would be quite happy as well."&nbsp; Chariss arched her eyebrows while her gaze ran over the man's form, hoping he would finally loosen up for the night.&nbsp; Of course she was not above plying him with strong drink to get the same effect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 05:28:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On a stool at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Lyari<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Highly polished, shiny chain shirt; light gambeson; black leather belt; mid-calf length blue skirt; white stockings tied at the top of the thighs with blue ribbons; short black leather boots; plain white underclothes<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but normally open to conversation (expect a stern lecture if you interrupt her at the moment!)<br><hr>Elisa gasped as Lyari responded.&nbsp; Her moan was more intoxicating than a barrel of warmwine, and she felt heat coil within her as Lyari's tongue met her own.&nbsp; She dueled her tongue against her, and while Lyari certainly had the advantage of experience, she let Elisa take the lead.&nbsp; While she may have hesitated and been nervous about her words, this use of her tongue she was one she happily dove into despite her inexperience, enjoying enjoying every moment with growing confidence and passion.<br><br>When Lyari climbed into her lap a moment later she quickly wrapped her arms around her, seeking to unnecessarily aid her balance on the barstool.&nbsp; Despite being still lost in the kiss she managed to marvel at how soft and light the elf was in her lap, and her ample bosom pressing against her own smaller breasts caused her to let out a tiny moan against her mouth.<br><br>The sound almost made her stop.&nbsp; For an instant she remembered where she was, sitting on a barstool with strangers able to see her making out with the barmaid.&nbsp; Before she could second guess herself Lyari's tongue pushed against her own more firmly, and she lost herself in a kiss that swept her away from her own anxieties in a rush of pleasure.&nbsp; Instead of pushing her away, Elisa felt her hands moving almost of their own accord as they drifted across the woman's back, amazed at how soft and warm she was under her gentle touch.<br><br>Slowly Elisa let one hand drift down, pausing for a moment on the barmaid's hip, before carefully moving lower to rest on the swell of her ass.&nbsp; After the briefest hesitation she gave it a gentle squeeze, reveling in the other woman's sensuous body.&nbsp; All of her previous lovers had been human, and none of them had been even close to as beautiful as the elf.<br><br>Finally the tiny gasped breaths she'd managed between kisses began to test her endurance, and she was forced to pull away, panting for breath.&nbsp; Opening her eyes, she stared at Lyari, pupils dilated and face red, for once with passion and excitement rather than embarrassment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 06:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)<br><br>"Few churches have their own smiths, and usually armour and weapons are only contracted for paladins and knights of the faith." He explained. "Maybe the more martial gods have their own craftsman. But I had this made when I started travelling again. The army has its favourite artisans and I knew one of them from my time of service. It was money well spent."His old friend would always be pleased to hear praise about his work. Viktor made a note to tell him if and when Alex and himself ever returned to Dearoth. This dwarf's talk of metal work did little to hide the fact that he caught her looking at him. Particularly his chest, she seemed quite keen on what she saw and on one hand he was flattered and it was hard not to let his chest swell with a bit of pride at the feat of catching the eye of a pretty lady. <br><br>Alex would probably agree with you." He admitted. As would some of the other serving girls, if only for the sake of being able to flirt with him. "But the rest of the patrons probably wouldn't be as appreciative of the sight." Taking the shirt from her tiny hands he slipped the loose fitting garment over his head. It was a simple item, plain cloth that had little form and functioned purely for utility. Which was something of a relief to put on. <br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>Alex almost seemed dissapointed when she saw Viktor return. She was hoping there might be some form of incident that kept him busy back there for longer. Like accidentally falling forward crotch first into a beautiful dwarf maiden...... Was just an idea that randomly sprang to mind. <br><br>Alex herself took the opportunity to strip down further. Removing her leather jacket entirely to exposed her much thinner garment beneath. It clung to every curve of her body but where as the thicker leather padded her curves and body a little more, this simple red, black and white dress was little more than a tight fitted slip. It sat high on her thighs and while it covered up to her neck, it left nothing to the imagination with how it hugged her curves. Anyone who looked hard enough might be able to tell how little she wore underneath this thin layer of clothing.<br><br>Even her boots were kicked off and placed to the side to allow her small feet room to breath in the open air. Almost immediately one of those feet reached out to play with the inside of Viktor's calf. "I hope you don't mind." She smiled, Her voice was softer and a little more sultry than before Viktor left. Twirling a few strand of her thick brown hair with one finger "I needed to get myself comfortable too."<br><br>As Viktor sat back down, Alex seemed to sit a little more straight, leaning back more as if giving a better viewing image of herself </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 10:52:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)<br><em><sup><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Location: Lone table<br>Company: Elora<br>Approachability: Open for now.</span></sup></em></div> <br><br><br><hr><hr><br>He nodded. There was a certain element of stigma that his chosen profession would draw, naturally. Risk-taking, doing the roughest and probably most dangerous tasks available out there, except for joining a military force--you had to wonder if they were nuts, arrogant or masochistic in some way. August would like to think it was for the money, but the longer it went on, the more he questioned it. Was it more about the goal, or more about the work to get there? <strong>"It's not a healthy career for most people. I reckon I fell into the role at some point, and promptly forgot about trying to climb out."</strong> A small smile graced his features, but that was it for the topic.<br><br>With regards to the second statement, which he noted as remarkably familiar advice, August at first said nothing. Giving the man an appraising look, adjusting his glasses, and continuing to eat. Swallowing, and then answering, <strong>"It's advice that I have been told before. On my better days, I heed it to the best of my ability, but I hardly balance it well. We'll see perhaps, one day, Mister Seville."</strong> Didn't know what day that would be, but he doubted it would come anytime soon. He was stepping into some shoes that some of his crew and associates thought he couldn't fill, and these days all that mattered was proving them wrong. August felt that despite not looking like much, he could carry his weight just the same as anyone else. It was that same drive that made him work like this.<br><br>Although as the shortcoming--which Warren had just described--of this work would show, it left him deficient in other areas. He was finishing off the last of the bread and opening his book once more for a glance, when the other man mentioned that he'd attracted attention.&nbsp; August blinked, looked up, eyebrows furrowed as if this was the last thing he'd expected, and spoke like it too with a <em><strong>"What?"</strong></em> that defied <em>all</em> of the composure he'd displayed thus far as Warren began to walk away. He was caught off guard in unfamiliar social territory, and doubly so when it came to the opposite sex.<br><br>She came over with a light step, almost playful, in a way that made her bust bounce, threatening to spill from her top. The young mage had a sudden, distinct awareness of this and valiantly kept his eyes from roaming the way that most people would have gleefully allowed. There was a...process of etiquette he typically tried his best to follow, even for those who did not reciprocate, and here was no exception. While he could maintain that air of respect, it came at the cost of context. August didn't read into the situation, nor the things Warren may have been referring to, <em>nor</em> the coquettish glint in Elora's eye... All he knew was that an exceptionally well-endowed woman had chosen to come to a table he occupied and take a seat as if she knew she belonged.<br><br>He lacked the willpower to say anything about it.<br><br>August shifted in his seat, awkwardly, as she set a foot on his knee. Her approach had taken him off guard, but he was gathering composure. <strong>"It's a book...for potions. Things I need to brew. Ingredients I'll have to gather somewhere or buy..."</strong> He told her the same things he had told Warren, in a more frozen state. He hadn't moved her foot away, didn't bite at his bread, didn't look at the book at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 14:13:44</strong>
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				Location: Bar<br>Company:&nbsp; None<br>Attire: Mostly rags, cloth straps, loin cloth, with some pieces of armor and jewelry<br>Approachability:&nbsp; Totally open (Would love a group)<br><hr><br>&nbsp;(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Even among adventurers there were diverse ways of life.&nbsp; Some looked for safer jobs with steady money, putting it away knowing that they couldn't do the work other.&nbsp; Others, more brash, lived fast, tended to die young, and figured if they did decide to retire they would just find one big job that could pay for it all at once.&nbsp; Whether they were fools or simply more cognizant of life's risks--and the need to enjoy it in the now--was up to debate, but one thing was certain--few were more brazen and willing to spend money after earning it than the woman who had just entered the tavern.&nbsp; In fact, Valda's reputation as a partier had perhaps begun to overtake her name as a sellsword.<br><br>The tall, toned, but very full figured woman strutted up to the bar with confidence, her wide, bare hips jutting out bombastically as she put an elbow on the bar and took in her surroundings.&nbsp; A lot of young, pretty faces, strong men, large libidos, the kind of place a barbarian with too much money for the moment liked to see.&nbsp; She smirked as she ordered multiple drinks for herself, all too aware that her barely clothed figure stuck out behind her like a billboard advertising sins of the flesh, her taut back hourglassing down to her waist and then her big, firm ass hanging in the air past the stool with her brown loincloth not leaving much to the imagination, and her muscular legs just as bare as her midriff and similarly impressive arms.<br><br>She slung her belongings down beside her, tapping the counter as she waited impatiently for her mead, downing the first drink in one motion before going back to giving the whole town a lust-filled, beckoning eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 16:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> <strong>Location</strong>: Unoccupied table -----&gt; Bar<br><strong>Company</strong>: Alone -----&gt; Valda<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Warren smirked as he noticed that the Red head was quick to fill the void that his parting has left in his wake at Master Brightmoor's table. Hopefully the young man would take his words, and words of his companions to heart. A mirthful chuckle slipped from his lips as he watched Elora claim a seat close to August, and propped one of her feet upon his knee. She is aggressive, good. that may be what is needed to break down the bookish Mage's defenses. The scene was made even more humorous by August's reaction. Almost causing Warren to pity him. <br><br>Though whom would walk into the tavern next would most certainly command attention. A tall drink of water that was barely in her glass. Warren let himself admire the powerful beauty that strode across the breadth of the Tavern and towards the Bar populated by the Paladin, and the Head Bar mistress. Warren's eyes slowly drawing up those powerful legs, and those thighs that he would love to feel on either side of his cheek. That tight ass with large hips swayed almost hypnotically as the glow of the Lanterns upon her flesh seemed to make her glow. She had confidence in spades, that was sure. And with that confidence came Sexiness. <br><br>As she approached the bar, and ordered her Mead. Warren stroked his mustache a bit in consideration. She was certainly quite the beauty, a commonality he was starting to notice with this particular Tavern. Though what would clinch his decision was the look she gave the room as she pounded back her first mead, and turned around. <br><br>Standing up, Warren approached the buxom barbarian at the bar. Leaning against the polished wood top reasonably close to her. "Good day to you, Good madam. I was wondering if you would enjoy a bit of company with your drink." Warren offered with a friendly smile, trying not to ogle her stunning breasts. His thumb continuing to roll that metal spinning ring on his middle finger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>13-07-2017, 14:30:49</strong>
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				<br><br>Location: Bar<br>Company:&nbsp; None<br>Attire: Mostly rags, cloth straps, loin cloth, with some pieces of armor and jewelry<br>Approachability:&nbsp; Totally open (Would love a group)<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Valda was quick to give Warren a once over, brushing her lips off on the back of her arm before responding.&nbsp; "I sure as hell didn't come here for some alone time," she responded with a half smile, pushing the empty flagon away and twisting her hips slightly to face him.&nbsp; Her smile was genuine and friendly, and after considering the look of his chest under his loose shirt she finished turning and leaned with her back on the counter, elbows on the bar, stretching her back and perhaps puffing her chest out a bit as a side effect.<br><br>This was actually the hard part for her.&nbsp; She wasn't much good at small talk, and while Warren had a shot with her, she'd been on the road for... quite some time.&nbsp; She needed to blow of some steam in a major way, and she wondered to herself if the thin young man would be enough to satisfy her appetite.&nbsp; "You alone, stranger?" she asked, a thick eyebrow raising up.&nbsp; If not, she thought to herself, she would be able to find him some... companions at arms.&nbsp; And her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-07-2017, 16:36:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> <strong>Location</strong>: Unoccupied table -----&gt; Bar<br><strong>Company</strong>: Valda<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Valda didn't immediately tell Warren to get lost, and he took that as a sign of the positive. Though he was fully aware of her inspecting him for Worth as she twisted those broad hips towards him. He would let her inspect him without interruption as he kept his tall confidant posture. His chest raising, and falling slightly with each relaxed breath he took. He chuckled as she explained that she didn't come to a tavern for some "Alone time". "I would imagine a Tavern would be one of the least likely places for "Alone Time"." Warren replied as he allowed his own eyes to wander of Valda's form. Particularly her washboard stomach, the heavy curvature of her bust. <br><br>When Valda asked if he was alone, Warren nodded as he approached. Seeing her demeanor and tone not hostile as a sign that he was allowed to approach closer. He leaned against the bar right next to her. His elbow propped upon the counter as his eyes found hers. "Yes, I admit that I'm alone. My Travels often finds me sharing my own company on the road." Warren explained. "The name's Warren Seville. Wanderer, Tinkerer, General handyman. What is your name if I may ask?" He requested as he offered his hand to her. "Or do Goddesses have no name, and simply remain a mystery in men hearts and dreams?" He added, a cheeky grin on his lips showing he was intentionally trying to be cheesy in hopes to get Valda to laugh or at least continue to show that pretty smile of hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mynxish</strong> on <strong>14-07-2017, 02:35:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div> The small foot slid higher up August's thigh, then back down to his knee. Just that little bit of motion dropped cotton skirts higher on Elora's leg and almost, but not quite, revealed the treasure all men sought at the Tavern. She didn't move to cover herself. She didn't seem to notice. Unless, of course, one noticed the darkening of amber eyes to burnt liquid gold. Her tongue danced over her lip and she leaned forward as if to peer at the book. The motion caused her shirt to strain further and smooth skin to nearly spill free. Everything about her was nearly. Almost. So close. So much potential. What would be possible if her skirts fell completely away? If the lacing finally gave up and split? If those eyes gazed down from above?<br><br>The half-elf smiled at the shy mage and trailed a finger along the edge of a page. She let a little more of her natural magic seep into her voice. Easily avoidable if he wanted to. If not? Well. That would define the night.<br><br>&nbsp;"That sounds fascinating. And what do you like to... brew?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>15-07-2017, 04:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In Elisa's lap at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Elisa.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Naked<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but open if needed as head barmaid and owner of the Tavern<br><hr>Elisa responded with more approval than Lyari was preparing herself for.&nbsp; She's half expected the inexperienced paladin to stop dead and ask what to do next.&nbsp; It was clear her natural sexual side was beginning to take over, however.&nbsp; The elf felt the hand drift down, then almost politely grasp her backside.&nbsp; It nearly made Lyari giggle how delicate the woman was being with her.&nbsp; It was like a child playing with a puppy for the first time.&nbsp; Things would have to progress a bit quicker if she was going to get around to more clients for the night, however.&nbsp; After all, she and Elisa weren't first-time lovers in a glade.&nbsp; They were recent acquaintances that both wanted the same visceral, sexual companionship for a time.&nbsp; Though if the knight ever made her way back, it would be more emotional than that.<br><br>Lyari smiled as Elisa came up for air.&nbsp; Her own elven physiology made it easier on her, but the woman still needed to breathe as much as a human.&nbsp; While her friend's heart rate settled just a bit, the barmaid took the moment to push Elisa a bit further.&nbsp; She slid up to the bar just as easy as she had into the other woman's lap.&nbsp; It wasn't long before she lifted one leg and sank back down, now back in Elisa's lap and straddling her.&nbsp; Lyari gripped at her sides and lifted the fabric from her body easily, almost as if it were specially made for just such an act.&nbsp; That's because it was.&nbsp; Tossing her dress and corset behind the bar, Lyari leaned back, staring at Elisa with a cocked eyebrow and wicked grin that could only mean one thing.&nbsp; Her chest arched out to show not only her companion, but the rest of the bar why she was one of the most sought-after wenches.&nbsp; "Would you like to be next, or remain in that metal and cloth?"&nbsp; Lyari ran a finger down Elisa's jaw, begging for more attention regardless of her answer.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; At the small changing room and armament storage area at the back of the Tavern<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Viktor<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Loose white and brown dwarfen girl dress, tight across the bust due to her ample size<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy<br><hr>"Uh-huh. Yeah. I never knew that. Well still, it's quite remarkable."&nbsp; Chariss remarked as Viktor spoke of his armor and it's origin.&nbsp; As fascinating as she found the tale, seeing the man pull his shirt back on took the sparkly back from her eyes.&nbsp; She'd need to really push him further than just removing armor in order to get him to truly relax.&nbsp; As they made their way back to the table, the dwarf plucked a bottle similar to the one already at Viktor's table from the bar.&nbsp; Identical to the other, this new beverage differed only in it's effect.&nbsp; While alcohol was definitely one way to get someone loose, the concoction in this one would specifically make a person drunk for a particular need.<br><br>"My, Ms. Alexandra! You are a sight. I knew Viktor was a lucky man, but now I see just how lucky. You could easily be one of our ladies in the tavern here."&nbsp; Chariss meant it as a compliment, and she hoped it would be taken as such.&nbsp; As Viktor sat, she picked up their bottle and poured fresh cups.&nbsp; Afterward, she let it fall beneath the table in her hand and switched to the other out of sight.&nbsp; Chariss sat the new bottle on the surface and let the other silently drop to the floor before picking up both full cups.&nbsp; "Here we are. You two must enjoy this beverage as much as I do. You were nearly empt- Oh, dear!"&nbsp; Just as she leaned to give Alex her drink, Chariss made a motion as if she were off balance.&nbsp; Her short stature made it quite realistic as much as she had to stretch over the table.&nbsp; Both cups went end over end, landing in Viktor's chest and lap.&nbsp; The deep red liquid stained the garments horribly.<br><br>"Heavens! Aren't I the fumbling ogre tonight? Look what I've done absolutely and completely by accident."&nbsp; Chariss shot Alexandra a look, not trying quite so hard to sell the act.&nbsp; "I suppose you'll have to go without those clothes anyway, Mr. Viktor."&nbsp; She quickly refilled the cups with the new bottle and pushed it towards the pair.&nbsp; Might as well have a drink to go before redressing, right?"&nbsp; As haphazard as her method was, Chariss could only hope her innocent nature would sell it all.&nbsp; It usually did.&nbsp; When it didn't, Lyari sometimes had to take over for her.&nbsp; It looked as though the elf was quite busy at the moment, however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>15-07-2017, 08:07:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)</div><em><sup><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Location: Lone table<br>Company: Elora<br>Approachability: Busy with failing a spot check. </span></sup></em> <br><br><hr><hr><br>Since the first moment she'd spent over here, August's mind had fumbled into turmoil trying to figure out the reason for her sudden interest. It had not occurred to him that it could be something straightforward. Had any of the backhanded deals the Red Band had cut anytime in the past come back to haunt him? Why him, then, and not the others? He had entirely failed to notice one of the barmaids stripping in the background, at least for the next few seconds as he was dedicated to his, uh, guest at the table.<br><br>With that dedication came a punishing clarity for details; The way her eyes seemed to smolder, the straining of her garments from just typical movements, the angle from which he could probably see up her skirt if she moved her foot on his thigh just a little higher; Large, heaving breasts barely held back like a horde of orcs behind a buckling portcullis. If said portcullis was seconds away from splitting in half down the middle.<br><br>Funny how easy he noticed things when he started an analytical approach. This time around it only seemed to hurt his ability to keep composure: Because like any youth who had come of age, filled to the brim with vigor, virility, and energy, that flimsy tolerance for keeping it in check failed. August had averted his eyes from the woman's bountiful cleavage, but the damage was done. The young mage was acutely aware of something swelling, thickening, leaving a lengthy impression between his legs and making a bulge in his robes. There was a futile hope that, since the well-endowed woman was looking at his book instead of him, she wouldn't notice. But it was fleeting as his "problem" grew, and that hope reduced to a glimmer of dropped coins floating down into the black of the ocean depths, swallowed and gone. All she had to do was look in his direction, and it would be obvious.<br><br>It was then that he looked up, and could swear that his heart had seized. One glance at the head barmaid baring it all gave him context, and his questions slammed together, giving him his answer. He might have been naive in some regards, but even August could catch a hint if it came in the form of a fucking anvil falling on his head.<br><br><em>Tavern of Kneeling Wenches...wait...Kneeling for...<br><br>I do feel that if you play your cards right, you may leave out of here a changed man, Warren said before leaving him be, abruptly.<br><br>Then Chariss winking at him earlier, Enjoy yourselves and someone will be with you as soon as they can for a bit more lively entertainment.<br><br>...son of a--fuck--<br><br>DAMN IT, HILDE.</em><br><br>For a few seconds he blushed madly as he figured it out, face turning redder by the second as he had finally discovered what kind of Tavern he had just sat down in. In less than thirty seconds he was trapped in his chair with a steel hard-on that you could bludgeon someone with. How could he have been this easily... bamboozled? Hoodwinked? <em>Hornswoggled?</em> Should have known he'd been sent somewhere quirky and flirty...it was definitely not a brothel, but something more...intimate? August didn't know. All he knew was that the woman next to him hadn't even given her name, and she had a melodic lilt to her voice that made his cock twitch, and he recognized it as magical in nature. To some degree, it was...relaxing.<br><br><strong>"O-other than potions? I've done some herbal medicines before...some recreational mixtures too...I uh..."</strong> His arousal was a touch distracting. <strong>"have made a few exotic oils as well. Some merchants pay well for them all, provided I find them."</strong> <br><br>August metaphorically stood his ground. As flustered as he was, he was not going to run from this. Maybe it was the parting words of advice a stranger had offered him, or maybe the fact that he wanted to stick it to his crew-mate rival that there were things he <em>could</em> do. Or maybe he wanted to have a clear head as he plotted some form of vengeful prank. Or maybe it was knowing that there was no chance of calming himself down by fleeing, not after what he had just seen. Either way, he was in for the long run.<br><br><strong>"Uh, I-I am being rude, forgive me; I am August Brightmoor. Traveler and sell-sword mage...May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"</strong> <br><br>He was looking her in the eye, with valiant effort to keep his gaze from wandering the way it so <em>desperately</em> wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 03:06:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On a stool at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Lyari<br><strong>Attire:</strong> light gambeson; mid-calf length blue skirt; white stockings tied at the top of the thighs with blue ribbons; short black leather boots; plain white underclothes<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but normally open to conversation (expect a stern lecture if you interrupt her at the moment!)<br><hr>For a long moment Elisa simply stared.&nbsp; Lyari's body had been incredibly appealing <em>before</em> she'd stripped, and it was even more enticing after.&nbsp; She gasped, raising her eyes from where they'd been stuck as the barmaid stroked her cheek, and she leaned into the touch.<br><br>"I-" Elisa choked on the words, before clearing her throat and trying again.&nbsp; "I suppose my mail would be- be quite cold, and rough.&nbsp; I should take it off... before you hurt yourself."<br><br>With trembling hands, eyes not moving from Lyari's, she reached down and tried to pull the chainmail shirt off.&nbsp; It immediately caught on her belt, and with a murmured apology she moved her hands to the leather belt and struggled to unbuckle it.&nbsp; Frustrated she looked down, only for her eyes to catch on Lyari's breasts once again.&nbsp; With even more shaky motions she managed to unbuckle her belt, blindly setting it on the bar, before leaning back slightly and struggling to pull the chainmail over her head.<br><br>After some moments of rattling effort the metal armor finally came off, and she carefully set it down with a clatter on top of the bar.&nbsp; Elisa was now only wearing a thin gambeson on top, with Lyari sitting comfortably on her skirted lap.&nbsp; Still consumed by the burst of boldness that had come over her she leaned forward, wrapping strong but gentle arms around the elf and pulling her into another eager kiss.<br><br>As before Elisa's hands began to wander, this time with one hand slowly working it's way around the woman's side to rest on her belly, before slowly raising it.&nbsp; When it reached her breast she groaned, clenching her thighs together as she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a caress.&nbsp; Her other hand, meanwhile, returned to its place on her bottom, giving a more firm squeeze there than before.<br><br>When she ran out of air Elisa didn't pull back, but instead placed a kiss on the corner of Lyari's mouth, and then her cheek, and slowly worked her way down until she sucked at the barmaids neck, teeth scraping very gently at her collar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 03:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg) (http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br><br>Viktor might have paid more attention to Chariss were it not for attention grabbing scene happening just across the room. Barely ten minutes was he gone and already one woman was getting herself naked, with seemingly no care or shame that she was doing so in public and in full view of a half dozen other people. He muttered another prayer to the morninglord under his breath, Just what kind of place had Alex brought him to? He knew what kind of place this was and what the girls working here offered. But even brothels weren't this brazen and open about sex. <br><br>That prayer had barely left his mouth and that thought barely dwelled on before it was shortly followed by an imaginative curse as he was suddenly coated in a shock of water, no wait...... wine..... of course it was wine. And over his only spare shirt. Glancing across the table he saw Alex holding back a fit of giggles and struggling (and failing) to maintain composure while still trying to seem innocently unaware of it all. <br><br>One look in the dwarf's eyes told him everything he needed to know and he didn't believe her charade for a minute. That being said he wasn't about to start shouting and berating her in such a forum for her pretend clumsiness for what could easily be perceived as a simple mistake by others. "Shit....." Where he not so annoyed right now he might have questioned how Chariss was able to pour more wine so quickly as so much of it now seemed to on his lap. <br><br>"I don't have any other clean clothes." He growled at the little woman. Which was true, weeks of travelling had already dirtied what few garments he carried with him. <br><br>"Oh, don't worry so much." Alex leaned forward as if to inspect the stains on his clothes. Her full breasts rested lightly on the tabletop. "It was an honest mistake and I'm sure she is very sorry about it." Pouting in Chariss's direction. "We can always find a washer tomorrow. Forgiveness is the virtue of light." Quoting from their shared scripture, knowing the power that phrase would have in calming him down. "Now..." Picking up one of the cups and clinking it against the second.&nbsp; "Let's have a drink and continue to relax!"Taking a long drought of her refreshed wine. Eyeing Viktor pointedly until he relented and drank his wine as well. <br><br>Alex had also seen the half elf strip down in the lap of the lovely blonde girl armoured even more than her own Viktor was. And the scene reassured her even further that this was the perfect establishment to spend the evening. "Will you drink with us Chariss? You must be awfully thirsty after helping my love with his armour." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 05:38:27</strong>
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				<br>Location: Bar<br>Company:&nbsp; Warren<br>Attire: Mostly rags, cloth straps, loin cloth, with some pieces of armor and jewelry<br>Approachability:&nbsp; Totally open (Would love a group)<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Valda's mouth twiched when Warren said he was alone.&nbsp; That was a shame, she was hoping she'd be able to snare a whole adventuring party through the rakish man in front of her.&nbsp; <em>Oh well,</em> she thought to herself, <em>Guess I'll just have to settle in for a longer hunt.</em><br><br>"Name's Valda," she said, flicking her auburn hair to the side with her fingers.&nbsp; "Does that ring a bell?&nbsp; I've won quite a few battles and I'm hoping my name is starting to get around these parts."&nbsp; Her toe tapped the hilt of her scabbard as it leaned against the counter underneath her to demonstrate.<br><br>"A wandering tinkerer?&nbsp; Do they not have enough call for tinkering in one town?"&nbsp; Valda asked slightly teasingly.&nbsp; In truth, she was a bit more concerned with what the tavern's clientele liked to do in their off time at the moment than what they did as a profession... except perhaps the few men and women in the building that liked to work on their back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 16:57:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> <strong>Location</strong>: Unoccupied table -----&gt; Bar<br><strong>Company</strong>: Valda<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Yes, it was probably quite unusual for a lone wanderer as the dangers on the road greatly discourage such behavior. Usually travelers banded together in sizable groups, or using wagon trains known as Caravans to get between towns. Using the theory of <em>Safety in Numbers</em>.&nbsp; Usually these groups of people, or caravans would hire Sell-swords to further aid in their defense. To varying degrees of success depending on what they encountered. Warren could probably count himself extremely lucky that he never encountered anything in his travels that he couldn't out run, out evade, or out fight. Course, the first two options were always his "Go to" Options. <br><br>"Valda, eh? Has a nice ring to it. Possibly sounding just as lovely coming off a pair of moaning lips." Warren said as he allowed his eyes to wander over her large bust, and stomach. She was quite the vision. Her muscles exuding great power. Her curves naturally drawing the eye. Though as she mentioned if he had heard about her, Warren could only give a regretful sigh. "I could only wished to have heard of such a lovely warrior of great prowess. Sadly, I have not." He replied with sincere remorse. She seemed like a great warrior. If nothing else, she was very pleasing to his eyes. <br><br>Warren chuckled good naturedly when Valda asked if there was not enough call for a Tinkerer to remain in one town. "Oh, there is. But then you don't get to see new sights, and meet new people,n or learn new <em>techniques</em> if you stay in one place overly long. That, and one tends to stake down roots if they linger too long. Not to mention plant "Seeds"" He replied with another mirthful chuckle. "Why I just learned something very <em>interesting</em> that involves one's tongue, and certain lady's part. Something I found to quite enjoy really, and I think you would too." Warren purred as his eyes slowly turned to look back into Valda's. His arm slithering around her waist as he closed the few inches between them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mynxish</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 19:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Location: </strong> Half in August's lap at a table<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; See above<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Skirts and cotton top, all in some semblance of sliding off<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Focused on seducing the poor bookish mage</span><br><hr>"Oils?" She leaned forward a little more, her foot pushing his knee outward. Ever so slightly and without aggression, but nearly impossible to resist. "Oils are wonderful for a good firm massage. They make the skin so soft and slippery and they smell absolutely delicious. One should always have a supply of oils at hand. Don't you think?"<br><br>Her foot slid up, then back down, as if mimicking a massage-like motion. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla rose from her as she trailed a finger over the hand holding the book. Something else, too. Something spicy, something sultry and intriguing. Again, easily dismissed if there were no interest. But if there were... and the state of the scholar's lap indicated there may be... she became intoxicating. <br><br>"August Brightmoor." Had his name ever been purred across such lips? "Call me Elora, if it pleases you. I am a waitress here. Eager and happy to tend any of your hungers."<br><br>She wasn't terribly subtle, but she wasn't meant to be. She was meant for enthusiasm and heady pleasures and she wasn't shy about inviting company. And so, she stopped speaking with glittering eyes looking directly at his growing discomfort before meeting his gaze. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>17-07-2017, 04:16:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In Elisa's lap at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Elisa.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Naked<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but open if needed as head barmaid and owner of the Tavern<br><hr>"Please do, noble paladin," Lyari replied while her new friend began to remove more clothing.&nbsp; While she would have preferred complete nudity (she had to admit to herself that every moment was the preferred time to be nude), seeing Elisa unwind at least that much was warming.&nbsp; Again the woman surprised her when she took charge and pulled the elf back into her lap.&nbsp; "MMmmmm," she moaned in response as her body slid against Elisa's lightly clad form.&nbsp; She melted into the kiss once more, returning the other woman's zeal for attention.&nbsp; Lyari ground her lower half against Elisa's lap, begging for an even more intimate encounter.<br><br>Leaning her head back with a smile, Lyari let exploring lips wander her body.&nbsp; She moved along with the loving caresses, running her fingers through Elisa's lovely hair and urging her on.&nbsp; Looking down at her with the warmth of a kind lover, the elf asked politely despite the actual content of her question, "I have a potion some customers prefer, Elisa. It can give one of us.. a more masculine body part to play with. Is that something that you would enjoy?"&nbsp; Lyari cocked an eyebrow, wondering just how adventurous this paladin could be.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; At the small changing room and armament storage area at the back of the Tavern<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Viktor<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Loose white and brown dwarfen girl dress, tight across the bust due to her ample size<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy<br><hr>The stuffy cleric was taking longer than she'd expected to both disrobe and drink what some heathens had dubbed 'boner juice'.&nbsp; Had he done either, she'd have been a lot more relaxed and happy.&nbsp; At the very least, Alexandra seemed to be in step with the procession of the evening.&nbsp; Maybe getting a bit more friendly with her would urge Viktor on.&nbsp; The dwarf could tell that he wasn't the type to storm off in a huff and leave his woman there in such a place to do as she pleased.&nbsp; Or in this case, desired.<br><br>"Don't mind if I do, Mrs... Ms.. I'm sorry, did you say you two were married? Or at least whatever clerics are with each other?"&nbsp; She joined the odd couple in a drink, but did so out of a third cup she'd pulled from the pockets of her dress.&nbsp; What bartender didn't have nearly an entire mobile stock on their person at all times?&nbsp; Unless they were naked.&nbsp; "Just curious is all."&nbsp; Chariss smiled that practiced (and mastered) innocent smirk and wide-eyed twinkle she gave to all her patrons.&nbsp; She found it eased some, and made others feel very naughty.&nbsp; In either case, it always worked.&nbsp; Chariss picked up the dropped bottle and went to pour beneath the table, but nearly cussed.&nbsp; She'd forgotten the bottle was empty.<br><br>The young dwarf's smirk started to strain as she realized the trouble she was about to get into with Lyari.&nbsp; The girls and guys that worked could drink, but never to excess; and never- NEVER- from any bottle tainted with 'special ingredients'.&nbsp; All of Lyari's hand-picked attendants were sexual enough as it was.&nbsp; As Chariss reluctantly poured from the loaded bottle and took a long gulp, she worried just how friendly she was going to become with both Alex and Viktor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>17-07-2017, 06:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On a stool at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Lyari<br><strong>Attire:</strong> mid-calf length blue skirt; white stockings tied at the top of the thighs with blue ribbons; short black leather boots; plain white lower underclothes<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but normally open to conversation (expect a stern lecture if you interrupt her at the moment!)<br><hr>Elisa hesitated at the offer, pulling back and bitting her lip for a moment.&nbsp; "Maybe?&nbsp; In a minute... I've heard of such potions, but I've never... really thought about..."<br><br>Thinking restored her higher reasoning for a moment, as she had to concentrate on thought instead of action.&nbsp; It was enough to make her notice that she was... canoodling with Lyari in a very, <em>very</em> public place.&nbsp; She started to panic, but a look around made her realize that, while some people glanced her way, no one was reacting negatively.&nbsp; It was almost... normal there.<br><br>Elisa returned her gaze to Lyari, and saw that the elf in her lap didn't feel the slightest embarrassment about being nude, or about the likely outcome of their activities.&nbsp; The paladin's eyes widened as she realized that her partner expected her to not only make out, but <em>more</em>... <em>everything</em> in the center of the tavern!<br><br>For a moment Elisa wanted to curl in on herself, but she was shocked to realize that her arousal hadn't diminished from this realization.&nbsp; Shockingly, she felt herself becoming even wetter at the thought of doing <em>that</em> right out in the open, before the entire crowd.&nbsp; This realization shocked her to the core, and for a wild moment she wondered if she was under some strange spell or glamour... but no, it was her.&nbsp; Even as a youth in the temple she had preferred for her assignations to be in surprisingly open locations.&nbsp; She'd always convinced herself that was because of the lack of privacy in the shared dorms, but in reality, she'd enjoyed the nearly public relations.<br><br>Instead of turning and running away from the truth about herself, Elisa decided, at least for that evening, to just accept it.&nbsp; She would no doubt gnaw away at herself about her bold, unbecoming behavior for many evenings to come, but in that moment she let it all go and gave into her own urges.<br><br>"Okay," Elisa answered.&nbsp; "I'd like to try that... in a minute."<br><br>Without saying anything else reached down and pulled off her gambeson, and after one last hesitation, the remaining underclothing beneath it, leaving herself completely topless.&nbsp; Her embarrassed blush was revealed to go all the way down her pale skin, before she covered herself by pulling Lyari against her again, pressing their naked breasts together as she gave her a long passionate kiss, hands moving hungrily as they caressed the elf's impressive curves.<br><br>Finally pulling away from her mouth, she kissed her way down her cheek and neck again, but this time, instead of pausing, she grabbed the woman by her bottom with both hands and lifted her up onto the bar, standing as she did.&nbsp; She then moved lower, kissing her way down her breasts, only to pause as she wrapped her lips around the nipple, sucking on it for a moment before pulling back and blowing cool air on the peak, looking up to see the woman's reaction through her eyelashes.<br><br>Elisa reached up with both hands to her head, and carefully unwound her intricately bound hair, not breaking eye contact with Lyari as she did, until finally it came free, and she shook out her long, pale hair, which unbound reached nearly to her waist.&nbsp; She then dropped into a low crouch, placing a hand on each of Lyari's legs and kissed her knee, before slowly working her way up the beautiful elf's thighs, alternating kisses from one leg to the other as she did so, until finally she reached her destination.<br><br>Elisa looked up for a moment, then around the room, before burying her head between the Lyari's thighs and tasting her for the first time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>18-07-2017, 00:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg) (http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>Alex laughed, The high, feminine laughs coming out made her seem already tipsy by the effects of the spiked wine, working over her . "Yes, clerics have marriages, and weddings and honeymoons and all sorts of things normal people have." The special wine was hitting her hard and fast. Her lighter weight and frame meant that it was going to her head almost as fast as it went into her mouth. "But we're not married no, Consider us more engaged." She settled on. "We plan to get married later, once we decide to take a break from travelling."<br><br>All the while she spoke her attention was mostly held by the naked form of Lydia and her increasingly nude companion. The image of two beautiful bodies flirting and kissing and knowing what was about happen made her shift and squirm in her seat like a horny schoolgirl. Clearly imagining herself interjected in there somewhere, perhaps with Viktor buried underneath all three ladies. Quaffing the entire contents of her cup she held out for a refill and squared her now slightly hungry eyes square on the pretty little dwarf. Noticing just how scrumptious she seemed so short and busty all at once. "I think you talked to us earlier about some 'other' services you could provide. I have heard such wonderful things about the service here at this tavern. I don't want to feel like i'm going to be missing out tonight."<br><br>**<br><br>Viktor's larger bulk made whatever substance was in the wine take longer to addle his thoughts. Long enough for him to think about how funny the wine tasted compared to the last cup. Not funny in a bad way, but funny in a strange way. It was hard to say if he enjoyed it more or less but it was tasty enough. Whatever was in there he didn't dwell on it for too long. He busied himself by watching his love, hearing her laugh and enjoying the sound of her voice. As the wine dissapeared he focused more and more on how beautiful she was, and how incredibly sexy she could be. Normally he didn't like her being too wanton with her attire but now her chest and figure were about all he could stare at, His quickly forgot to care about his stained shirt and trousers. <br><br>Without realizing how tight his pants were getting he was soon sporting a rather large erection as his mind turned from thoughts of admiration and love and began their descent into something a little less polite. There were many things they had done together and there were many more he wanted to do. And tonight suddenly seemed like a fantastic night to try and act on as many as possible. Without fully realizing it, he was soon sporting a noticable erection that was beginning to strain against the fabric of his wine soaked trousers and as the level of wine in his cup lowered its rigidity seemed to only increase. In general he seemed to be looking around the tavern with more admiration than earlier. Even the cheeky little dwarfess, who he should be angry at for several reasons right now only seemed adorable.<br><br>Placing his own empty cup on the table to be refilled Viktor also removed his stained shirt. Suddenly finding no reason to continue wearing a soiled garment and felt perfectly comfortable wearing nothing from the waist up.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>19-07-2017, 10:58:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In Elisa's lap at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Elisa.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Naked<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but open if needed as head barmaid and owner of the Tavern<br><hr>Lyari's eyebrows arched with a mix of excitement and approval.&nbsp; She watched Elisa undress and internally applauded her bravery.&nbsp; It was a long road from noble paladin to shameless slut, but the girl had started the journey with determination.&nbsp; As she was pulled back into the girl's lap, the elf made a little giggling sound.&nbsp; From anyone else it would sound more girly and ditsy.&nbsp; From Lyari even that chuckle was proud and full of secret, hidden desires.&nbsp; She engaged in another deep kiss with her new friend before suddenly being pushed up and away, this time by Elisa's strength.&nbsp; That alone made the woman's chest heave with lust for her.&nbsp; Being dominated by a man was wonderful, of course, but having a woman get her way was even more intoxicating.<br><br>Lyari arched her back, giving Elisa plenty of room to roam as she chose.&nbsp; She bit her lip hard, watching and feeling the woman attend to her in front of all the other patrons.&nbsp; Her body moved with the touch of another, giving her more feedback than most would.&nbsp; She stopped a moment as Elisa looked around, nervously perhaps?&nbsp; Was she getting cold feet about it all even after letting her hair down, both metaphorically and literally?&nbsp; The answer came along with Lyari's moan of surprise.<br><br>"OOoooh! MMmmmm.."&nbsp; The elf gyrated her ass against the bar top, feeling a rush of ecstasy surge within her as Elisa buried her head.&nbsp; Finally the night was moving at a solid pace.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; At the small changing room and armament storage area at the back of the Tavern<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Viktor<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Loose white and brown dwarfen girl dress, tight across the bust due to her ample size<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy<br><hr><br>Viktor finally taking off at least half what he had remaining was a welcomed sight, but the fact that he still kept what Chariss really wanted made her slightly angry.&nbsp; She'd plied him with strong potion and threw wine on him.&nbsp; What more could she possibly do to get her point across?!&nbsp; Walking around the table, she leaned against the man rather intimately.&nbsp; She could tell by his facial features that he was at least beginning to feel the effects of the tainted wine, so Chariss could press her advantage a bit.&nbsp; Pouring more of the drink into his cup, she responded to Alexandra.<br><br>"Engaged, well that's still wonderful. Everyone needs someone special to spend time with."&nbsp; The dwarf pressed her bust into Viktor's muscled shoulder without reacting to how forward she was being.&nbsp; The feel of her naked cleavage against his hard flesh sent sparks through her nerves.&nbsp; Normally the girl wouldn't be so aggressive, but having drank from the same loaded wine the clerics had, she really had no choice.<br><br>"Trust me, Ms. Alexandra. I'll make sure your every wish is my humble command this evening."&nbsp; She gave the woman a strained look, leaning back so Viktor couldn't make it out.&nbsp; The gaze gave the other woman a 'what the hell am I supposed to do' vibe.&nbsp; Without waiting for an answer, and because her mental faculties were driving her headlong into inescapable lust, Chariss casually let a hand drop into Viktor's lap.&nbsp; She nearly gave a startled yelp when she realized just how hard he'd become.&nbsp; If his actions hadn't told them how loose he was getting, his body certainly betrayed it.&nbsp; Smiling at Alexandra, Chariss began gently rubbing Viktor's bulge as she spoke.&nbsp; "What sort of services might I provide you and your somewhat betrothed, love?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>19-07-2017, 17:01:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/b1d8/f/2017/187/0/5/elisa01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf9vv9.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On a stool at the bar<br><strong>Company:</strong>&nbsp; With Lyari<br><strong>Attire:</strong> mid-calf length blue skirt; white stockings tied at the top of the thighs with blue ribbons; short black leather boots; plain white lower underclothes<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Busy, but normally open to conversation (expect a stern lecture if you interrupt her at the moment!)<br><hr>Elisa had always loved doing this with past lovers.&nbsp; There was a visceral thrill from the heat, of immersing yourself in just how wet you'd made your partner, and then tasting them, each person unique.&nbsp; Elisa moaned slightly herself from the very first taste, just from a long, slow lick along Lyari's lower lips.<br><br>After a moment to savor her, Elisa increased her efforts, pressing her tongue past Lyari's entrance as she sought her most sensitive place.&nbsp; It had been long enough since her last lover than she had been nervous at first, afraid of doing something wrong, but the elf was incredibly responsive, her loud moans and lewd motions giving Elisa the confidence to do whatever she wanted.&nbsp; As she got into it, Elisa found that, even more than her own enjoyment from the act, she loved giving her partner pleasure, and Lyari was so boldly into everything that it was driving Elisa wild.<br><br>Elisa pushed Lyari's legs up, putting her lover's thighs over her shoulders before firmly grabbing her hips, holding her in place when she found her target.&nbsp; She slowly circled her tongue around it, before, after building up anticipation for a long moment, she gave it a single, firm lick.&nbsp; She paused, licking the entire length of Elisa's sex, before returning to her target, circling it with her tongue again for endless, teasing seconds, before finally getting to work.<br><br>She worshiped Lyari's sex with her tongue, tracing patterns of letters in angelic scripts that spelled out raunchy passages she would've been punished for knowing as an acolyte, but which she'd come to enjoy secretly reading over the years since.&nbsp; Eventually she could feel her efforts paying off, but just to tease her partner she slowed down, trying to see how much of a desperate reaction she could elicit before finally sending her to heaven.<br><br>Eventually she freed one hand from its place holding Lyari's hip, and gently inserted two fingers into the woman.&nbsp; Once she was sure that the elf could taken them she began to thrust them in and out, all the while probing within for sensitive spots to concentrate on.&nbsp; When she finally found one, she pressed against it, rubbing hard as she finally sped up her licks, giving Lyari everything she had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>19-07-2017, 23:12:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg) (http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div> <br><br>Alex saw the unspoken plea in the poor girl's eye and knew she had to step in to get things really going. Rising to her feet, a little unsteady thanks to the power of the libations she had been served. But her sauntering hips took her around the table and behind her lover, draping her arms over his shoulders and the started to rub and trace a lazy pattern across his chest with her hands. Kissing his bearded jawline and cheeks.<br><br>"I think we are both impressed by how dedicated you are Chariss." Alex's hand trailed down Viktor's abdomen to join the dwarven hand fondling between his legs. "I think I would like to see a sample of your skilled services for myself. To help us make up our minds." Slender fingers worked expertly to loosen the cord tying up Visitor's trousers. Within a few fumbling moments most of the cloth barring her way was pushed aside or opened wide, making a bit of a show of requiring assistance to handle what her hands found inside, she pulled Chariss's hand into his trousers and wrapped it around the hard, but confined shaft and had her help with pulling it out into the open air.<br><br>Alex cooed lightly when she saw the familiar organ and bade their new friend to begin her demonstration, and help get that shaft to grow to its full, unrestricted size. She always enjoyed playing with Viktor and the idea of watching as another woman fondled and pleasured her man sent a surprising thrill through her, not humiliation or envy, but something a little more complicates but no less addicting. <br><br>Where it not for the wine and the fact it was also Alex's own hand helping to perform the task. He found himself loathe to do anything but enjoy the feeling of being touched. The first time he opened his mouth to say something he was silenced with a kiss from his lover as she whispered to him to watch and enjoy what he was about to recieve.<br><br>"Chariss..." Alex cooed slyly to the dwarf. "I think he might feel more comfortable if he wasn't the only one undressed. What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>20-07-2017, 09:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/065f/f/2017/187/5/9/august01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdsq3.jpg)</div><em><sup><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Location: Lone table<br>Company: Elora<br>Attire: glasses, sleeveless shirt, belts, baggy trousers (hard-on visible :P ), armored boots, armored gloves <br>Approachability: Just plain busy. </span></sup></em> <br><br><hr><hr><br>Resisting was a concept fleeing from August's mind with every passing second, and by now the mere word was somewhere out on the horizon. She had definitely seen the stiff length tenting his pants, it'd been impossible to miss, just like her peering down at it was. That simple act made something in the book-centric mage...thrilled. It didn't matter how many tomes he needed to read, alchemical ingredients he had to find...there were just some things that you don't turn away from, and he knew (with a degree of pleasure) that this was one of them.<br><br><strong>"Yes, the oils have...many uses, most of them beneficial."</strong> Her touch on his hand was electric, her voice like a siren's...that heady scent of hers spurred him further and further into oblivion, and August had forgotten what he was supposed to be studying. He couldn't recall ever feeling this turned on before in his life. He was certain she'd just caught him looking at her deep cleavage just now, too, but no reprimands or insults came.<br><br><strong>"Well, Elora...you say, any hungers?"</strong> He'd just ate...it wasn't hard to guess what she was implying, but it never hurt to confirm regardless. Horny as he was, he still had reservations--self-conscious of his lack of social experience, the last thing he wanted to do was treat someone to an unpleasant incident based on a misunderstanding. Then again, she'd <em>stared</em> straight at his dick without the slightest sign of reproach, disgust, or surprise. And there could be no mistaking what was happening in the background of the tavern. August gave his book one last look, let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and flipped it shut. He chose his next words carefully, and though his flustered condition was a dead giveaway, he at least kept his voice even. <strong>"I've sated one, but as you see, not the other...are you saying you will help?"</strong> The mage's hands were empty now, tense with the thought of filling them with the seductive woman's huge, inviting breasts...kissing her...Gods, he wanted to be inside her. This all felt like a fever dream, as the last of his inhibitions were crumbling like castle walls.<br><br>Another moment and he might just...<em>go</em> for it. Asking forgiveness later instead of permission now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 06:47:08</strong>
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				Location: Bar<br>Company:&nbsp; Warren<br>Attire: Mostly rags, cloth straps, loin cloth, with some pieces of armor and jewelry<br>Approachability:&nbsp; Totally open (Would love a group)<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Valda sighed as the rakish man replied... and kept replying.&nbsp; She was an actions over words sort of gal, and it was clear that Warren loved words.&nbsp; As he flattered her, her hazel eyes scanned the room, jealously watching as patrons walked in, were quickly spoken to, and... devolved into sinful piles of lust.&nbsp; This tavern, it seemed, had well earned its reputation.<br><br>Her distraction had hit its peak when Warren finally made his move, the words "tongue" and "lady's part" piercing her psyche alone like he was narrating her inner thoughts and fantasies, all of which seemed to be palying themselves at once as patrons and workers began stripping each other just a dozen feet away in each direction.&nbsp; She snapped back with a blink and a lean forward when she felt his arm move around her waist.<br><br>"Did you now?" she asked with a smirk.&nbsp; "Why don't you show everybody?" she said much louder, standing up.&nbsp; She'd come here looking for sex, not really to get hit on and flirt.&nbsp; So she took Warren's actions as consent and decided to skip to the good part.&nbsp; Her toned, bare leg stuck out in front of him and a muscular&nbsp; arm threw him down to the floor, saving him a concussion by grabbing his collar, only to press him firmly down as soon as he'd safely landed.<br><br>A bare foot pressed down on Warren's chest while Valda stretched out over him, raising her arms above her head and removing her ratty leather gloves, tossing them by her sword.&nbsp; Next came her top, falling down gently onto the floor like autumn leaves, followed by her loincloth--which she let fall much closer to Warren, plucking it up with her toes and then rubbing it on her face with a low chuckle. &nbsp;"Let me know if I'm too rough," she said teasingly.&nbsp; "Unless nobody wants to take your place--then deal with it." She chuckled, placing her feet to either side of his head and then squatting down, stroking his cheek before running his fingers through his scalp to let him take a deep breath.&nbsp; In front of him hung her waiting pussy, pink folds tucked in nicely under her brown, nicely managed bush.&nbsp; <br><br>She arched her back, scanning the room, hoping to see lots of people watching.&nbsp; The barbarian was an exhibitionist, it seemed.&nbsp; She loved to make herself a spectacle.&nbsp; And besides... the first fuck of the day was basically just an advertisement.<br><br>She looked back down, patting Warren's head with finality.&nbsp; "You ready honey?&nbsp; Let's go!" She wrapped her muscular thighs around his cheeks and pressed him against her waiting sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 16:43:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div> <strong>Location</strong>: Bar<br><strong>Company</strong>: Valda<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br><strong>Approachability:</strong> Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Valda was quite right, Warren was not a "Man of Action". He simply did not have the build for it, and he seen many instances where that gotten another in quite a bit of trouble. Like being run out of town by an angry Mob kind of trouble. He had to learn how to use words, and his brain to over come most obstacles than brawn. It didn't mean he was lazy by no means. He simply was "Blessed" with a more athletic frame than a stocky frame. <br><br>Warren blinked as Valda called him on his claim, and asked him to "Show Everyone" as she stood up. Yet before he could say anything, He sudden went from seeing Valda, and the surrounding bar to the ceiling with a squawk of surprise. His arms stretching out to arrest his free fall before he banged his head on the floor, or a corner of a table. Yet, Valda would see that he didn't overly hurt himself by catching his collar, knocking an "Oof" from her playmate. Now laying upon the ground, Warren was looking up at the tower Sun kissed Warrior goddess that saw to put her foot upon his chest to pin him to the wooden floor. A hungry grin started to curl at the corner of his lips as he watched her slowly remove her gloves, and toss them near her sword, and followed by her top. Her large beasts seemingly tumbling out from their confinement. Delicious nipples causing Warren's mouth to water. Warren didn't hide his eyes drawing up, and down her form as she removed each article of clothing. <br><br>Warren's eyes cast aside for only a second as the Loin cloth fell next his head. For a moment he thought he detected the aroma of Valda's Musk. Though she would pick it up with her foot before he could really decided if that was so, or not. When she told him to let her know if she was being too rough, adding the caveat that if no one was going to take his place that he would have to simply deal with it. Warren chuckled, and grinned up at her. "I'm used to being Manhandled. And I wouldn't trade places with any other right now." He replied <br><br>His eyes watched her intently as she stood on either side of his face, and began to squat down before him. Bringing close that delicious pussy that was framed so nicely by her trimmed bush. Her worn rough hands stroking his cheek before moving up into his scalp. His hair would feel soft, and clean. Warren always did try to take Hygiene seriously. Having found it helped to keep him healthy. His chest rose, and fell with deep breathes as he could smell her, and it made his loins burn, and his mouth water even more. <br><br>When she patted him on the head, and asked if he was ready, he could barely got a nod out before she closed in on him. Her powerful thighs against his cheeks, the tips of his mustache brushing along her flesh as he raised his head to meet her warm sex. <br><br>Valda would feel Warren's hands quickly come up to grasp her tight asscheeks. His strong hands squeezing the muscle and acting as a bit of a stool for her to relax against as he started his act of worship to her pussy. He started off by taking a slow whiff of her musk, his nose nuzzling her bush as his hands started to knead her asscheeks. Taking a second to moisten his lips with his tongue, He started to draw his tongue slowly up, and along her slit. Taking in her tart flavor with a soft groan of approval. His hands pulling on her hips to bring her pussy even closer to his hungry&nbsp; maw. Warren's tongue sliding up, and down both sides of her lips. Mixing it up with a zigzag pattern as he slowly worked his tongue through her outer lips, and the folds of her inner lips. In His trousers, a large protruding bulge could be seen forming. Though he paid no credence to it at the moment. His sole focus was on this delicious mound before him. <br><br>Tilting his head a bit to the side, Warren took a moment to enjoy the feeling of such powerful thighs framing his face, Keeping him right in line with Valda pussy. Warren worked his way slowly, teasingly along Valda's slit. his Tongue writhing, and slithering like a serpent in her lush garden. His own nose drawing in air, and expelling it across her furry mound. Her heady scent intoxicating as his own arousal only grew.&nbsp; His hands holding onto her hips, and her ass to help support her as He closed his eyes, soft moans of a Man that was thoroughly enjoying this delicious Buffet. He was saving her Pearl for later when he drew up her pleasure even more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches]  The Tavern:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>01-09-2017, 08:03:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Suspended indefinitely due to GM leave of absence.</strong></em></span>
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