The Founding of Marika

[moonblack]

Heh. It already looks better than the slums, Lydia scoffs to herself as she nears the entrance. Is that really what a farm looks like? Just rows and rows and rows of plants? Once the guards get to her, Lydia gives them a false name, one newly made for this trip. "I'm Felicity Underhill, love. You say the Lord's wantin' to meet everyone? Perks of a small town, eh? Well, I guess I have to go if he insists so much." She masks her disdain with casual banter, a well-tested way to keep herself from giving too much away.

As she's waved through, she heads straight for the fancy stonework mansion. Now how much of that stone could have been used for somethin' which actually needed it, like a wall, instead of this shit? Shaking her head, she notices the stares she and the other new arrivals have collected, thankful she decided to wear a brown traveling cloak over her leathers. She lets the guards take her weapons. I can always just take 'em back if I need.

At first, Lydia only half-pays attention to the Lord's speech, far more interested in the mansion's expensive-looking contents than his flowered words, but the mention of work earns her ear. Hunting, eh? I’m a good shot, but I’ve never hunted a living quarry before. Hmm. I could teach the guards how to use a bow. Do I really want 'em to be better shots, though? I was never much for book learnin', so that's out. Plus I'd be stuck spending time with the stuffy bitch. Hold on, how the hell does this place support two alchemists? It’s fucking tiny! Weighing the options as the Lord finishes addressing them, she quickly decides on training the guards. It'll get me a good reputation and maybe some favors. Makes heists more exciting if the guards are actually good at their jobs, too. That elf's askin' about the wolf already anyway.

She silently departs, re-collecting her weapons at the main entrance before looking around for the barracks. Nice to know the "good" tavern from the best tavern in town, but seein' the captain shouldn't take long.

'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.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

'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.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

Lord Edward takes a long look at the scroll, focusing on the royal seal in particular. Finally he nods and looks at her face. “Oh, my, what an unexpected but pleasant surprise!” He exclaims with joy and it is hard to tell whether he means the royal order, Arthuria herself, or both at the same time. “One thing we do not lack is equipment for the guards. We have various weapons and armor available, plus one of the two blacksmiths in the village is working for us, repairing damaged equipment and making more when necessary. We also have a large training area prepared, though it has not seen much use yet. But that is about to change with the increase in new recruits. For more details you'll need to speak with the captain of the guard. He should be at the Barracks right now, unless there was an emergency that required his presence.” The young lord explains. “I appreciate your assistance, ser Pandragon, and I look forward to seeing the guards you will train.” He smiles at her encouragingly. “Do you have any other questions?”

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.

 

[Regin34]

As she leaves Mylea can feel the lord's gaze on her butt, checking it out.

A quick question to the guards outside the mansion, and then Mylea is walking towards the stone bridge, her orcish companion close behind. “So, what are we going to do about the wolf? We can't just let it keep attacking and hurting people, even if you can just heal them afterwards. Maybe you can find it and then I can... do something to make it stop attacking people?” Galza sounds rather excited by the idea and there's no doubt in Mylea's mind that this is the real reason she came along – to fight the wolf.

The first person they meet turns out to be a guard heading back to the village – apparently his shift has ended for the day. “Blessings upon you as well, lass. Just keep following the path – you are almost at the camp. The foreman should be easy to find, but even if you miss him he will find you.” The guard assures her before continuing on his way.

Shortly after that the pair sees the camp in the distance and realize they are almost there... then they hear shouting and the sounds of battle. Without hesitation Galza rushes forward, followed closely by Mylea. To the orc's disappointment by the time they reach the spot the battle is already over. There is some dark, almost black, blood on the forest floor and a few wounded guards – though their armor seems to have protected them from the worst. For some odd reason there is a layer of frost covering the armor of most guards, though it is already starting to melt.

“Bah, looks like we missed the fun!” The orc sounds her disappointment while the priestess gets to work, healing the wounded. Just as she finishes another person arrives - a blonde elf in armor. Mylea recognizes her as one of the other adventurers that were present when the lord greeted them.


“Very well, here's your key. Don't lose it – if you do, I'm charging you extra for the spare!” Patricia warns her as she takes the money and hands her a simple iron key with the number 6 engraved on it.” The rooms are on the second floor.”

After leaving her stuff in her new room Avella heads towards the camp – passing a guard on the way and exchanging greeting with him – and arrives just as the priestess finishes healing the wounded. She realizes that she missed something due to the delay caused by stopping to get a room.


“We have visitors, I see.” The two women hear a man's voice and see a large bearded man approaching, an axe on his shoulder and another on his hip.

“Welcome, lasses! The name's Patrick and I am the one in charge of this little camp! What brings pretty girls like you out here? Are you here to help us deal with that foul beast?” The man sounds hopeful as he looks at them... though he can't help but take a quick peek at Mylea's bust.

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.

 

[merkros]

Ducking away from the rather large group proves easy. No one is paying much attention to him, thus no one notices when he takes a “wrong” turn somewhere...

A few polite questions later Ganith knows how to reach each of the inns – apparently it is pretty normal for new people to ask about directions, so no one thinks anything of it. He also gets a warning from a random villager. “I'd stay away from The River Vixen if I were you, friend. They call it The Gutting Wench for a reason... Sure, it always has fresh fish because it is right next to the river and the prices are cheap, but is that worth the risk?” And with that he walks away, leaving Ganith alone.

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!

 

[majus]

Leaving the lord's study behind Ida quickly finds the stairs leading to the second floor... only to stop in her tracks, unsure which way to go. There are closed doors in every direction: ahead, to the left and to the right. The only hint where the lady might be are the armored guards standing on both sides of a set of double doors.

“Good day, madam, I am Anya. Are you here to see the lady?” A maid asks as she approaches Ida.

“Please follow me, I'll bring you to her.” She adds after Ida nods in confirmation.

Anya leads the guest down the right corridor and straight to the guarded doors. Stopping in front of them she turns to address Ida. “Here we are, the lady is inside. She has requested that only a single person go in at a time. Not a problem for you since you're alone now, but keep it in mind if you bring any companions in the future – they will all have to wait outside until you are finished talking with the lady.” Without further delay Anya opens the doors for Ida and ushers her inside, then closes them behind her.

The library turns out to be a lot bigger than one might expect, the bookshelves filled with various books, old and new. It is quiet and largely empty, the only person present being a noblewoman sitting behind a large wooden desk covered in various books, parchments, scrolls, and pieces of paper.

“Hello and welcome, miss. I am Victoria, Edward's wife.” The blonde rises and introduces herself, then points to the empty wooden chair in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat. Since we have not met before may I know who you are and what brings you here? Are you here to help me, or is there something else you need from me?” She asks as she sits back down and closes the book she was reading.

"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.

 

[moonblack]

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.

“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?”

 

[moonblack]

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.

“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.

 

[moonblack]

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!

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?”

 

[moonblack]

"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, 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?”

 

[asddas193]

Patricia rolls her eyes and sighs at the question. “Oh, great, another guy who thinks he can get free room by seducing me. If only I had a Gil for every time someone tried this...” She sighs again – clearly this is not the first time this has happened – then looks at Anton, her gaze cold and piercing. “Let's get one thing clear, old man. You are NOT staying here for free – I run an inn, not a charity! The most you can get is a 1 Gil discount on the price of the room... if you are not just talk and can actually satisfy a lady. Many people thought they had what it takes, only to discover they had overestimated their abilities. Will you be like them, or will you prove to be one of the exceptions? We shall see... Oh, by the way, the discount is for one night only. Every time you want it you'll have to persuade me to give it to you.” She finishes with a smirk, clearly aware that her last line sounded rather suggestive. “Now, would you like to pay for the room, or would you like to try satisfying me? Don't worry, old man, I won't charge you extra if you fail.”

"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.

 

[Tjf]

As she leaves Mylea can feel the lord's gaze on her butt, checking it out.

A quick question to the guards outside the mansion, and then Mylea is walking towards the stone bridge, her orcish companion close behind. “So, what are we going to do about the wolf? We can't just let it keep attacking and hurting people, even if you can just heal them afterwards. Maybe you can find it and then I can... do something to make it stop attacking people?” Galza sounds rather excited by the idea and there's no doubt in Mylea's mind that this is the real reason she came along – to fight the wolf.

The first person they meet turns out to be a guard heading back to the village – apparently his shift has ended for the day. “Blessings upon you as well, lass. Just keep following the path – you are almost at the camp. The foreman should be easy to find, but even if you miss him he will find you.” The guard assures her before continuing on his way.

Shortly after that the pair sees the camp in the distance and realize they are almost there... then they hear shouting and the sounds of battle. Without hesitation Galza rushes forward, followed closely by Mylea. To the orc's disappointment by the time they reach the spot the battle is already over. There is some dark, almost black, blood on the forest floor and a few wounded guards – though their armor seems to have protected them from the worst. For some odd reason there is a layer of frost covering the armor of most guards, though it is already starting to melt.

“Bah, looks like we missed the fun!” The orc sounds her disappointment while the priestess gets to work, healing the wounded. Just as she finishes another person arrives - a blonde elf in armor. Mylea recognizes her as one of the other adventurers that were present when the lord greeted them.


“Very well, here's your key. Don't lose it – if you do, I'm charging you extra for the spare!” Patricia warns her as she takes the money and hands her a simple iron key with the number 6 engraved on it.” The rooms are on the second floor.”

After leaving her stuff in her new room Avella heads towards the camp – passing a guard on the way and exchanging greeting with him – and arrives just as the priestess finishes healing the wounded. She realizes that she missed something due to the delay caused by stopping to get a room.


“We have visitors, I see.” The two women hear a man's voice and see a large bearded man approaching, an axe on his shoulder and another on his hip.

“Welcome, lasses! The name's Patrick and I am the one in charge of this little camp! What brings pretty girls like you out here? Are you here to help us deal with that foul beast?” The man sounds hopeful as he looks at them... though he can't help but take a quick peek at Mylea's bust.

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.

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.

"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.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

“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?”

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."

 

[moonblack]

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.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Avellia.” Patrick nods before turning to the next woman.

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.

(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.

 

[moonblack]

"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.

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.)

 

[moonblack]

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."

“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.)

 

[asddas193]

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.)

"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.

 

[Tjf]

“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.

"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?"

 

[moonblack]

"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.

“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...

 

[asddas193]

“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.