The Adventurer's Guild - RP Thread

[Regin34]

"You..." The peasant woman growls angrily. There's a pause, and then the woman appears outside, a bath tub hoisted over her head, which she proceeds to pour over the fire.

Claudia point sticky end of her long weapon at woman.
„Now, don’t have any funny ideas. You can put down the fire, then thrown on the tub on the ground and not in me or it would end badly for you”. She said let’s woman finish fire.

 

[Omega98]

"Y-Yeah, you're right." Maelon blushes hard and stutters as Eliza holds his arm. The two walk together towards the guild hall, and Maelon seems to buzz with energy. "Um, Eliza... There was something I was thinking about. Well, I mean, something I was kind of wanting to ask you. You and I have been together for a while now. I mean, not together together obviously, but... I was thinking maybe..."

"Are you my companions?" A deep, rugged voice interrupts Maelon's babbling, and Eliza looks up to see a tall, powerful looking man in armor.
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"You're Maelon and Eliza, right?" He asks.

"Err, well, um, yes..." Maelon mutters, totally thrown off from the interruption.

"I'm Oropho. Knight of the Holy Flame." The paladin smirks, approaching, his gaze seeming to focus on Eliza. He reaches out, taking the elf's hand in one of his massive paws, and raises it to his lips. "A pleasure to meet you..."

When Maelon started talking, Eliza found his stuttering and fumbling over words somewhat adorable; but when she began to suspect what he was getting at she felt her heart start to flutter and she found it difficult to catch her breath or keep a smile from her face. She could even feel tears of relief and excitement start to well behind her eyes before the couple were stopped dead in their tracks.

Eliza was at best of average height for a half-elven woman on a good day and the newly arrived Paladin towered over her by more than a foot. Maelon himself could be considered tall but only came up to the man's chin and under the gaze of the human's dark eyes Eliza felt meek, feeble, powerless.

She was also dripping with arousal.

The redhead attributed such to the anticipation that Maelon was about to express his desire to court her. The fact that she only grew moist in the imposing presence of this new man she discarded as inconsequential. She was caught off-guard by his manners and chivalry. When she felt his lips touch the back of her hand she had to suppress a shudder.

"Ah- and you Ser Oropho." she greeted back. "I uh- am indeed Eliza of the Dawn Star and this is my... umm- this is Maelon." she continued introducing the young half-elf whose arm she had clung to. "I- We look forward to working with you." she finished with a slight curtsy.

 

[majus]

"Of course, sir." The elf smiles politely. "Though there isn't a huge amount of information on the books, I can confirm that an agent has been to the property to make sure it's as advertised. Interestingly, the owner seems to be a countess - seems unusual for a noble of some status to have a small farm." The elf shrugs. "Aside from that, what would you like to know?"

Zendar nodded his head as he started asking questions.

He inquired about the countess herself, her servants, finance state - just the rumours, he doubted he would get access to actual information.

Then he asked about her family and people that lived on the farm.

Finally, he inquired about closest cemetery/crypts - pretending to be fearful of the undead. This would be his source of labour and information on countess and farm, he hoped.

 

[Tjf]

"Nice to meet you, Jona." She gave a teasing smile with that older woman charm. She had done what she wanted, but she regretted she wouldn't have much opportunities to really get to know him as well as she might have wanted to. "I'd love to. Though it might be difficult. I've just joined the Adventurer's Guild, after all. But we'll still have time before we head out on our first proper adventure."

"I-I can make time. When are you free?" He asks, a little too quickly.

 

[Tjf]

“Aaahn.” Fei lets out a lustful moan as he reached for her breasts. Letting him feel her soft, large breasts underneath the slightly reinforced fabric of her qipao. And as he toys with her nipples, “Haaahn!” She shudders, throwing her head back as her teats completely harden. Perhaps of Peng wasn’t stuffing his face into his bowl of soup. He’d also grow excited, as Fei’s sweetly erotic scent begin to grow stronger. With her juices slowly soaking through the fabric of her underwear.

"What a lovely smell." The farmer chuckles. "It's been too long since I've smelt such things in this house." He says, massaging and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, before sliding his hands underneath her qipao.

 

[Tjf]

"Is seeing a fat, dumb pig squealing after losing their toy not enough?" He smiles, grins. It looks odd, too wide, showing too many teeth, all of them to be exact. He quickly reins his grin in.

The elf gets up from the privy and heads for the exit. It doesn't matter if she trusts him fully or not. All he needs is her trusting him just long enough till it's too late.

Now he needs to get the merchant drunk enough so he won't be able to stop her from leaving with the elf.

The redhead takes the 'gift', but Cerim isn't sure whether she'll use it. Outside, the merchant gives her an up down look, but then focuses his gaze back on the privy doors, waiting for his reluctant date to emerge.

 

[Tjf]

Claudia point sticky end of her long weapon at woman.
„Now, don’t have any funny ideas. You can put down the fire, then thrown on the tub on the ground and not in me or it would end badly for you”. She said let’s woman finish fire.

The woman continues to pour water on the fire until the hay has stopped burning, before dropping the tub on the ground. From the way she rubs her arms, though, Claudia guesses the woman wasn't quite strong enough to throw it anyway. "Fine." She snarls.

 

[Regin34]

The woman continues to pour water on the fire until the hay has stopped burning, before dropping the tub on the ground. From the way she rubs her arms, though, Claudia guesses the woman wasn't quite strong enough to throw it anyway. "Fine." She snarls.

Claudia points blade at woman throat.
„See, why don’t you cooperate before? It would spares trouble for both of us, don’t you think”? She smiled only with lips, her eyes was wary and cold.
„Now, tell me what do you know about Macek. From your previous reaction I assume that you knows him. Tell me where I will find him”.

 

[Tjf]

When Maelon started talking, Eliza found his stuttering and fumbling over words somewhat adorable; but when she began to suspect what he was getting at she felt her heart start to flutter and she found it difficult to catch her breath or keep a smile from her face. She could even feel tears of relief and excitement start to well behind her eyes before the couple were stopped dead in their tracks.

Eliza was at best of average height for a half-elven woman on a good day and the newly arrived Paladin towered over her by more than a foot. Maelon himself could be considered tall but only came up to the man's chin and under the gaze of the human's dark eyes Eliza felt meek, feeble, powerless.

She was also dripping with arousal.

The redhead attributed such to the anticipation that Maelon was about to express his desire to court her. The fact that she only grew moist in the imposing presence of this new man she discarded as inconsequential. She was caught off-guard by his manners and chivalry. When she felt his lips touch the back of her hand she had to suppress a shudder.

"Ah- and you Ser Oropho." she greeted back. "I uh- am indeed Eliza of the Dawn Star and this is my... umm- this is Maelon." she continued introducing the young half-elf whose arm she had clung to. "I- We look forward to working with you." she finished with a slight curtsy.

"I look forward to it as well, Eliza." Ser Oropho smirks, his eyes gazing intensely into the redhead's. His gaze penetrates her, seeming to promise things she can't even understand. Part of her hopes it's some kind of magical power, but her instincts tell her he's not using magic, and probably can't use any spells that don't come from a divine. Against her will, Eliza imagines how her mirror self would react to him.

"And Maelon, of course." The dark skinned warrior adds, though he's barely looking at the half-elf, like he's an afterthought. "We're ready to head through the portal to Collingsworth as soon as you are, but I'm happy to grab a seat and answer questions here for as long as you need. I know it's probably all been pretty rushed."

 

[Tjf]

Zendar nodded his head as he started asking questions.

He inquired about the countess herself, her servants, finance state - just the rumours, he doubted he would get access to actual information.

Then he asked about her family and people that lived on the farm.

Finally, he inquired about closest cemetery/crypts - pretending to be fearful of the undead. This would be his source of labour and information on countess and farm, he hoped.

Apparently the countess is quite a private person - rumored to be wealthy. On occasion, there have been disappearances in neighboring villages, but such occurences are common in the Shadowlands. It's unclear how many people live there, but it shouldn't be many - it's far from a huge farm like the 10,000 gold one.

For cemeteries and crypts, however, Zendak sees he's lucked out. The Shadowlands are filled with them - both ancient barrows so old no one remembers who's interred there, and more recent graveyards.

 

[Remin]

The redhead takes the 'gift', but Cerim isn't sure whether she'll use it. Outside, the merchant gives her an up down look, but then focuses his gaze back on the privy doors, waiting for his reluctant date to emerge.

Cerim returns to the table and takes a seat, getting another drink as he waits for what happens next. He is eager to see how it all goes.

If she does eat the flowers, he will just need to get the merchant drunk enough that he won't be able to interfere and he can just carry the girl out. Hmmm. That would paint a target on his back. Maybe merchant will get drunk on his own?

And if she doesn't use it or doesn't use it during the feast? He can just do the usual dance of stalking them, breaking in and carrying them away.

The flowers are actually analgesic, but you'd need to boil away all the mild poisons inside of them before drinking the resulting brew.

 

[asddas193]

"What a lovely smell." The farmer chuckles. "It's been too long since I've smelt such things in this house." He says, massaging and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, before sliding his hands underneath her qipao.

"Oooh!" Fei shudders, with how open her qipao was, it wasn't difficult for the farmer to reveal her breasts. Letting him see her milky white flesh, topped with enticing pink nipples. "Mmmh." Fei bites her lower lip, letting him do as he pleased, even spreading her stocking-clad legs under the table as her hand slowly moves to rub her crotch.

 

[majus]

Apparently the countess is quite a private person - rumored to be wealthy. On occasion, there have been disappearances in neighboring villages, but such occurences are common in the Shadowlands. It's unclear how many people live there, but it shouldn't be many - it's far from a huge farm like the 10,000 gold one.

For cemeteries and crypts, however, Zendak sees he's lucked out. The Shadowlands are filled with them - both ancient barrows so old no one remembers who's interred there, and more recent graveyards.

After getting all the information Zendar smiled, and nodded to the busty elven secretary.

"Thank you my dear~" He said with a smile as he gave notes bak to her and walked to the quest board. He made a quick search of possible quests in the area - preferably something with bandits, but he would do with undead or even pest control. He grabbed the quest note that would bring him closest to the farm - after all, he needed a reason to go there.

He made his way to countess' family crypt. If he was right, the MILFy countess was responsible for disappearances... But then why was she selling the farm? Ah... That might be a decoy to gather some money. Well, he would wake up her family - husband if she had any, and definitely her mother.

Oh, he was looking forward to bending he ghost of MILF over her grave and having his way with her. It's been a while since he had one of ghostly sluts~ so desperate for a living cock~

On the other hand, if the countess had husband, he wondered what would he tell about her~ Maybe he would be up to some no good against his wife~

So many possibilities~

With a hardening cock and smile on his lips, he made his way to the crypt.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

"W-Wait!" The man shouts loudly, but it doesn't help him. Elaine's sword slashes diagonally against his chest, and he goes down in a spray of blood, dead instantly. His vitae sprays against the stone floor and the old coffins, the first fresh blood the place has probably seen for centuries. Looking around, she sees that he's definitely dead, the man she bashed against the coffin is likely dead, while one she held hostage is still breathing, just unconscious. Outside, the wind howls, and Elaine feels a chill.

Elaine sheats her Sword again, touching her bruised Up Hand. She carries The unconcious Bandit Outside and places him in The Center of The Graveyard and then hides in Plain Site to confirm whether or Not Theres a Creature Roaming The Area.

 

[moonblack]

"Oh, uh... I don't know." The man behind the counter looks up, surprised. Clearly he wasn't expecting the question. "Um, my boss has rented the upper room to a tenant already. I don't really know the details, or if she was expecting visitors."

“I understand,” Eran smiled at the man reassuringly, "I just want to have a look around, see what the place is like. I'm not here to cause any trouble for the lady – or else I would not be talking to you in the first place.” He tried to sound as reassuring and non-threatening as he could, hoping to persuade the guy to let him go up.

 

[Thorn_]

"I-I can make time. When are you free?" He asks, a little too quickly.

“Well…”

She leaned in to whisper.

“Where I’m staying tonight-”

She whispered directions. It really was too bad that she probably wouldn’t see him again after today. Still, ensuring Celeste’s safety came first. But before that happens…

She broke away dramatically after giving him the directions, though she felt a slight pain in walking away with her now not faked injury. It was light enough it should be healed good enough before they leave though.

“We really must be speaking to the warden.” She made something of a 180. First you attack with fire to ignite the spark, then with the chilling wind of ice that it won’t be so easily satisfied and burn out too quick. Make a man crazy about you that he can’t stop thinking about you. Seduction was about strategy.

It would set in over time like a slow burn throughout his day.

But…

Entertainment aside…Meira felt an internal strain as she motioned for Celeste to follow. There was no telling how tedious the paperwork would be with the warden to straighten this all out.

 

[Omega98]

"I look forward to it as well, Eliza." Ser Oropho smirks, his eyes gazing intensely into the redhead's. His gaze penetrates her, seeming to promise things she can't even understand. Part of her hopes it's some kind of magical power, but her instincts tell her he's not using magic, and probably can't use any spells that don't come from a divine. Against her will, Eliza imagines how her mirror self would react to him.

"And Maelon, of course." The dark skinned warrior adds, though he's barely looking at the half-elf, like he's an afterthought. "We're ready to head through the portal to Collingsworth as soon as you are, but I'm happy to grab a seat and answer questions here for as long as you need. I know it's probably all been pretty rushed."

Eliza gave the hulking man an amused grin, "Ah yes, it has. And that would be most gracious of you Ser Oropho thank you."

The trio found a nearby table where they sat and Eliza made a point to hold Maelon's hand as they walked and sat. She looked over at her companion to try and read his expression and convey that she wanted him to finish what he was about to say earlier, but she knew that would probably be better left for a time when it was just the two of them. Her thumb grazed against the back of Maelon's hand gingerly and she smiled up at him affectionately before they sat down.

The redhead turned her attention back to the Paladin and felt herself fixed by his intense gaze. The half-elf felt as exposed as her mirror self from the shop earlier and shifted in her seat uncomfortable with the arousal she experienced.

"So umm, w-what are you hoping to accomplish in Collingworth, and how will we best be able to help you?" Eliza finally found her voice, still holding Maelon's hand. "I'm not sure about Maelon, but I haven't quite received a full briefing on the matter. What uh- what obstacles can we expect to face? How long should we expect this to take? Do we have lodging if it's going to be an extended stay? Will we need anything for this quest, or is there anything we can acquire before we leave that would be beneficial to have?

"On a more personal note you said you were from the Holy Flame? I must admit I've never heard of that Order before. Could you tell me more about it?"

 

[Tjf]

Claudia points blade at woman throat.
„See, why don’t you cooperate before? It would spares trouble for both of us, don’t you think”? She smiled only with lips, her eyes was wary and cold.
„Now, tell me what do you know about Macek. From your previous reaction I assume that you knows him. Tell me where I will find him”.

"I'm not cooperatin' because yer' trying to murder a man fer' money." The peasant sneers. "Macek ain't nice, sure, but at least he don't work for the damn king or the count."

 

[Tjf]

Cerim returns to the table and takes a seat, getting another drink as he waits for what happens next. He is eager to see how it all goes.

If she does eat the flowers, he will just need to get the merchant drunk enough that he won't be able to interfere and he can just carry the girl out. Hmmm. That would paint a target on his back. Maybe merchant will get drunk on his own?

And if she doesn't use it or doesn't use it during the feast? He can just do the usual dance of stalking them, breaking in and carrying them away.

The flowers are actually analgesic, but you'd need to boil away all the mild poisons inside of them before drinking the resulting brew.

Before too long, Cerim sees the two of them return to their table. The redhead looks a little bit queasy.

 

[Tjf]

"Oooh!" Fei shudders, with how open her qipao was, it wasn't difficult for the farmer to reveal her breasts. Letting him see her milky white flesh, topped with enticing pink nipples. "Mmmh." Fei bites her lower lip, letting him do as he pleased, even spreading her stocking-clad legs under the table as her hand slowly moves to rub her crotch.

"Let's head back upstairs... Unless you want the goblin joining in." The farmer breathes in her ear, chuckling.