'Felicity' has no idea where the Barracks are, so she decides to ask instead of trying to guess. Fortunately the first guard she asks is more than happy to give her directions and soon she is standing in front of another two-story stone building – this one clearly more utilitarian in its design and use. Two bored guards equipped with spears and shields stand guard just outside the main entrance. When they hear why she's there they direct her inside, where another guard directs her to a small empty room with a simple wooden desk and two chairs on each side of it. “The captain will be here shortly.” The man says before leaving her alone. With nothing better to do Lydia sits down and waits. About two minutes later the door opens and an armored man enters the small room. “Good day, miss, I am Captain Garlan and I am in charge of the village's guards. What can I do for you?” The man introduces himself and sits down on the other side of the desk.
As she waits in the cramped office, all she can do is hope that none of the soldiers here recognize her as the thief she's been for so long. He doesn't look half bad. Wonder if he's any good with his...blade. "Hello, Captain! Name's Felicity." She extends her hand across the desk for a shake. "I arrived in town today, and the good Lord Edward said your men could use some trainin'." She fights to keep the sarcasm out of her description of the noble. "I happen to be a right decent archer, so if you've got a need for good bowmen, which every town oughta', I can have a go at 'em for you." She smiles, trying to win Garlan over.
Arthuria nods listening to what He has to say. "Very well, to a fruitfull cooporation. I shall speak to The Captain of The Guard about The Training and any other Arrangements. In The meantime...could someone See to it that My Horse is sheltered and fed? It was a Long Ride to get here" She says, smiling slightly at him.
Avella looked around the camp, it look to her that she was latte for the battle. She decided to hold blaming herself for later and put friendly smile on her face. "Welcome to you too Patrick. I'm Avella, paladin of Everlight's church and I will glad to help you with sword and divinite magic." She said, ignoring peeks on secend woman bust. It wasn't her buisness what that woman wear, so it is either reactions of men for that. "Please, desripe me what happen here, how strong is beast and where it run away?" Avella said.
Well, while the warning might be ominous, one thing that Ganith can't deny is that he doesn't mind cheap. Cheaper lodging and cheaper food means that his money will last longer and he can work less and spend more time having fun. So it's off to The River Vixen for Ganith!
"A pleasure, Lady Edwards." She could not help but compare Lady Edwards to her former mistress... and she found the blond lacking. But those were painful memories. As Victoria sat down, Ida took a chance to introduce herself. Remembering her days serving under Lady Livina, she bowed before the Lady. "I am Ida Baade, Lady Edwards." She said as she straightened herself. She then sat down. "I am a travelling... scholar" She decided to go with a scholar... it wasn't even a lie, she only generalised her specialization. ", looking for famous places like places of battles, abandoned cities, old structures landmarks and similar things." She said. "I am here to inquire about a possible job your husband advertised... and possibly take it on." Ida explained.
“Nice to meet you, miss Felicity.” Garlan shakes her hand, then listens to her explaining why she's there. When she's done he takes a long look at her and nods. “Hmm, yes. We have about a dozen or so recruits that are decent enough with a bow. Nothing exceptional, at least so far, but with proper training they could become good archers. It would be great if you could train them... but first I will need to see a demonstration of your skill, if that is alright with you. No offense, but many people present themselves as more skilled then they actually are, while others simply overestimate their own skill and think they are better than they are. So I have learned to always be cautious.” He explains. “Three targets, each at a different distance, two shots per target. I want to see how many times you will hit. If I am satisfied with your performance we will continue this conversation. Does this sound good to you, miss Felicity?”
“That... might be a bit of a problem. Currently there are only two stables in the village. One is used by guests staying at The Golden Brooch, the other is the stable used by the guards to take care of the few horses they have. There are plans for another, bigger stable, but so far there are simply not enough horses in the village to justify the expense. Your best bet is to ask Captain Garlan for permission to leave your horse at the guards' stable. I am sure he will allow it once he knows why you're here.” Edward gives her an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, but that's how things are right now. Marika is growing fast, and sometimes there are... growing pains, shall we say. This is one of them.” He finishes with a shrug.
Finding the River Vixen does not take long, thanks in part to Marika's relatively small size. It's a two-story wooden building right next to the river, as he was told, and the exterior looks... unimpressive, to put it nicely. The interior... is not any better. The place is dirty: the walls, the floor, the tables... event the ceiling. There's quite a bit of smoke in the air due to some of the patrons smoking what a charitable person may call tobacco. Many of the tables are occupied by groups of people, mostly men, but there are some women too. The patrons keep to themselves, talking and drinking quietly. None of them seem particularly wealthy, or particularly friendly. A few serving wenches deliver drinks when requested. Ganith sees one of them skillfully dodge a groping hand, clearly used to the patrons trying to grab her butt. A bald and rather fat man is behind the bar. On closer look Ganith notices that the barkeep appears to be rather muscular too, not just fat. “Welcome to the River Vixen, friend! Looking for a cheap room to spend the night? Then you have come to the right place! Just 1 Gill per night, and you get to sleep in an actual bed! If you would like food along with the bed, that'll cost you extra – 1 Gil per two meals. You can choose any two meals you want, such as two dinners - but most choose dinner and breakfast. If you would like some company for the night, you'll have to negotiate the price with a girl of your choice. If you try to force yourself on any of the girls or to cheat them out of money you owe them, you're on your own – it's not my problem. And if your corpse ends up floating in the river... well, that's too bad, but again, not my problem. You were never here and we never met.” He finishes with a smile and a shrug. “Now, would you like a room, friend? And for how long?”
“Nice to meet you, Ida. Please, call me Victoria, no need to be so formal.” The blonde smiled at her guest. “You're a scholar? What a nice surprise! It's so rare to meet people who value knowledge, especially about the past. Tell me, have you ever heard about Tal'Erillen? Or Tel'Erillan?” Spoiler: Lore Check 1d100 = 1 Forgotten name = -40 Final result: -39 Ida just shakes her head. The names mean nothing to her. Victoria gives her a reassuring smile in turn. “That's alright, I would be quite surprised if you happened to know anything. Allow me to share a little of what have managed to learn.” The blonde noblewoman takes a deep breath and begins. “Long ago there was an elven kingdom that ruled these lands, as well as the lands to the north and the south. It was quite prosperous... until the rulers decided that it would be a great idea to expand west, into the lands of the dryads.” She rolls her eyes, showing what she thinks about the idea. “It's been over fifteen hundred years since the kingdom was destroyed. The elven dialect they used managed to survive a few more centuries, but eventually it too died. Nowadays barely anyone remembers the fallen kingdom, and those who do usually call it “The Forgotten Kingdom”. With time and significant effort I managed to find and translate parts of the few historical records we have about that time. That's how I learned that it was called either Tal'Erillen or Tel'Erillan – I'm still not sure which one is correct. But that's not important right now.” Victoria opens one of the desk's drawers and takes out a fist-sized blue crystal. She clears a bit of space on the desk and puts the crystal there. A moment later it projects a map of the region and with a gesture the blonde zooms in on the hills south-east of Marika. “According to one document I managed to translate the elves had an iron mine somewhere around here.” Victoria points at the area where the mine is supposed to be. “I know mines don't make for very exciting ruins, but in the short term this is what is important. Our own source of iron, even if it is only temporary, will be a great boon to Marika. So I'd like you to go there, find the mine - or what's left of it - and see if it has been depleted or if there's some iron ore left. As for any beasts or bandits that might have settled inside... dispose of them as you see fit, I have no use for pests. Will you do this for me, Ida? I will be very grateful if you do...” Suddenly Ida feels something pressing against her crotch. Looking down she sees it is the lady's naked foot, teasing her... Spoiler: Resist Pleasure 1d100 = 5 Flaw: Body reshaped for pleasure: -20 Final Result: -15 ...and it feels good, really good. It would feel good even if she had a regular body. Her increased sensitivity makes it impossible to resist... “Very grateful...” Victoria repeats, a smirk on her face as she continues to tease Ida with her foot. “Do a good job and I might even trust you with finding a more important ruin... What do you say, my dear?”
"Oho?" Hearing her reply, Anton's grin widens. "Fiesty... I like it." He chuckles, after all, he wasn't a stranger with headstrong, uptight women. Since most of the female students that entered his former school were like that, eager to prove themselves among their male peers. At least until the old man was finished with them, then they'd awaken to their more feminine side. "I don't mind that at all, my dear." He said as she stated he'd only get 1 Gil off of his boarding fees. The old man approaches her, "I do love a challenge." He said reaching for her thigh, his wrinkly, calloused palm touching her soft skin in a way that both showed her how skillful his touch was, while also working as a way for the old man to gauge how sensitive she was. After that, Anton moves back, either because she swat him away, or because he learned what he needed. "Hoho, I'm already starting to like this village." He grins, placing 35 Gils in front of Patricia. "A week's stay, up front. I'll... haggle for my discount tonight." He said, thinking how wonderful it'll feel when it seems like the tavern owner was paying him for sex when she eventually returns his money.
Mylea smirks to herself, swaying her ass slightly for the man's viewing pleasure. As she travels, she looks to Galza, sighing. "There'll be violence....if it can't be helped." As she looks upon the dead and wounded men, Mylea frowns. "Frost, in this climate? This stinks of magic." "Greetings, Patrick. I am Mylea." The green haired woman favors the man with a smile, but doesn't show much interest for now - it's time for work, 'worship' can be saved for later. "Indeed, my good man. I'd also like to know." Mylea tells Patrick, before turning to her fellow settler. "Nice to meet you, by the way, Avella." She smiles.
A test of skill, eh? Haven't had to do one of those in a while. She smirks. "I understand. Gotta make sure I'm actually any good at it." Lydia stands, adjusting her cloak around her. "I'll follow you to the range? I don't claim to be the best in Tarnia or nothin', but I've had some practice."
“It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Avellia.” Patrick nods before turning to the next woman. (No one was killed, just wounded.) “A pleasure to meet you as well, miss Mylea.” Patrick nods to her as well, then turns his gaze to Galza. “I'm Galza, friend of Mylea. Nice to meet you, mister.” The orc quickly introduces herself. With the introductions finished Patrick looks at the three women and lets out a sigh. “Now then, abut the wolf... Well, let's start with the fact that it's not an wolf at all – or at least it's like no other wolf I have heard of. We call it that only because we haven't come up with a batter term for it.” Patrick begins. “It has coal black fur, gray horns that are slightly curved backwards, glowing blue eyes, sharp claws and even sharper teeth.” “Very sharp indeed.” Says one of the guards Mylea healed and shows them his shield. It is small and round, made of steel, with several deep gashes in it... and with one part of it bitten off. “It also has a frost breath it uses against groups of enemies.” Patrick continues. “But the main issue is that it just won't die, no matter how badly we wound it. It just retreats, recovers, and comes back for more. A few times we managed to pierce its heart – or at least the area where the heart of a regular wolf would be. That stopped it... for a couple of seconds, then it got up and fled. It bleeds like a regular wolf, even if its blood is much darker in color, but the bleeding seems to stop quickly, so we can't use the blood to follow it, and it leaves barely any tracks. At first we weren't even sure if it is a single beast or several, but as we kept wounding it, the beast gradually acquired several scars, so now we know for sure it is the same beast every time. That's about all we have managed to learn about it so far.” Patrick gives them a few moments to process everything they just heard before he continues. “I want the beast gone, by any means necessary. I will pay you 100 Gil to get rid of it, plus more if you can figure out where it came from – because it is definitely not a local creature, that much is certain. I don't care how you do it, just get rid of it before it kills someone. It already came pretty close a few times, it's only a matter of time before it succeeds. So please!” He gives the girls a pleading look, clearly desperate for a solution to this issue.
Patricia swats his hand away before he can even touch her skin. “Keep your hands to yourself until I say you can touch me!” She warns him sternly even as she takes his money. “Very well, you get a room for a week.” She nods and hands him a simple iron key with the number 14 on it. “The rooms are on the second floor. If you lose the key you pay for the replacement, so take good care of it.” “Very well, I will give you the chance to earn a discount.” Patricia nods and leads the old man to a small room in the back. There's not much to see inside, just an wooden table and some chairs around it. The blonde quickly slips her hands under her skirt and removes her panties, then sits on the table facing the old man and gets the skirt out of the way. Finally she spreads her legs, revealing her pussy and the heart-shaped blonde bush above it. “You seem pretty good with your mouth... when it comes to talking. But are you any good at using it for other things? Let's find out. Use your mouth and make me come, old man. ONLY your mouth and tongue, no hands or any other part of your body. If you can do that you'll get your discount. If you fail... well, at least you would have tasted me, so it won't be a complete loss.” She smirks, clearly expecting him to fail her challenge. (While dice rolls will determine the outcome Anton's approach to the challenge will influence the rolls, making them easier or harder.)
“Very well, follow me.” Garlan nods and gets up. He leads Lydia out of the room and through the barracks, until the pair reaches the training area outside. The captain then leads her to a section that has some archery targets, as well as bows ans arrows. “Here we are.” He hands her a short bow and six arrows. Looks like she won't be using her own bow – but on the positive side he won't be asking any questions about it. “Three targets,” he points one that is relatively close, one that is an average distance away, and one that is almost at the far end of the short bow's range. “Two shots per target, no more. If you want you can try a few practice shots to get used to this bow. Begin when you are ready and we shall see what you can do.” (Similar to Anton dice rolls will determine the outcome, but Lydia's approach to the challenge and how she prepares for it will influence the rolls, making them easier or harder.)
"My, my." Anton shakes his hand that she swat away, but as she leads him to a backroom. "Hoho, and here I was thinking I'd visit the barracks first, but very well." He grins, followinf behind her, while his eyes were locked on her curvy hips, and round ass. Watching it sway with her every step, until they're all alone. "Oooh, straight to the point, and such a wonderfully trimmed bush." The old man hums, gently placing down his luggage to the side as the door closes behind him. As Patricia gave the terms of their "duel" Anton smiles as he approaches, kneeling in front of her. "How unfortunate, I'm quite good at using all parts of my body to please my partners after all. But very well, I shall consider this a sample of things to... cum." He chuckles, "Ah, but I do hope you don't mind me grabbing onto something for support. My back you see." He adds, moving his arms under her spread legs, and placing his hands on her outer thighs. If Patricia doesn't swat his hands away, Anton begins by kissing her inner thighs. He then drags his slimy tongue upward to her crotch, lapping at her clit ever so gently as if to tease her, and gauge her reactions. He then gives her sensitive nub a nice, long, and wet kiss. Trapping her clitoris around his wrinkly lips, while his tongue pokes, and prods the small nub.
"Horns? This certainly isn't a wolf out of your standard bestiary. Indeed, I shall aid you in any way I can." Mylea nods, face deadly serious. "Could you have one of your men guide us to the site of the most recent attack?"
“It's borderline... but I'll allow it, as long as you don't do anything more with your hands and just hold on to me.” Patricia grants him permission to touch her, though he will need to be careful to not do anything she might consider to be in violation of the rules. Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=81 Sexual prowess = +20 Total = 101 “Oh!” Patricia gasps in a mix of surprise and pleasure as the old man begins lapping at her clit. Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=43 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 73 A moan escapes the blonde's mouth as he kisses her sensitive nub... Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=38 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 68 …followed by more moans as he pokes the small nub with his tongue... So far Anton seems to be doing quite well, but he notices that Patricia's moans are starting to quiet down, indicating that she might be getting used to what he is doing. He will need a change of tactics if he wants to win her challenge...
"Mmh." Such wonderful music. Anton thinks to himself as he heard her moans, even as she quieted down. She's in for a surprise if she thought that was all the old man was capable of. After making out with her clit, he pulls away giving the sensitive nub one last nibble. "Now, to the main course." He looks into her eyes, grinning as he drags his tongue down her pussy lips. Circling around her hole as if he was sampling her fluids. Anton decides to tease her, to really get her worked up until she couldn't handle it anymore. With his tongue shallowly prodding her hole, giving her labia, and inner thighs soft kisses, while his nose occassionally rubs against her clit as he licks up, and down her quivering pussy.
