Luna grunted from the jump to her feet and looked after where the little goblin had run. He was lucky she couldn't move very fast at the moment or she would have been right on his heels. "Right," she said. Limping after the elf while she tugged her pants back up. "And lets hope she forgot about that urn by now. That thing is probably nothing but trouble. I wonder where she flew off to anyway?" By the time they made it back to the inn she would thankfully be walking mostly normally again.
Medrakis has sat down on a chair, as far away as he can from the dwarf. He idly plays with his gun (that's his revolver, you pervert) for a bit, before watching as the dragon trashed the liqour shelves. Briefly, he thinks about looting the dwarf, to see if he had some kind of treasure map or other useful item - random people in heavy plate often did - before deciding that he didn't want to go anywhere near that amount of vomit. All this means is that, for the moment, he's in the tavern, doing nothing.
Tassyth entered into the kitchen when suddenly she felt a sudden resistance against her hips. She turned her head to look behind her only to notice her wider than a human's hips bumping against the doorframe. The dragon squirmed and wriggled against the doorframe as she attempted to squeeze through. Her tail whipped against the doorframe in irritation and irritable curses in draconic dribbled from her lips. Finally, she pushed her legs back and lifted her tail slightly in order to make her rear as streamlined as possible and probably flashing her nethers to the tavern floor briefly as she squeezed past the door...Although the thought didn't even occur to her. Dragons are almost always naked anyway. Immediately the smell of burnt meat collided with her and caused her to grimace in disgust as she took a look around the room. She wasted no time in moving over to the fire pit and removed the charred leg of beef before examining the preserved meat. The delicious and succulent flesh called to her and she hungrily licked her teeth. For a moment, she contemplated just tearing into the raw flesh. Afterall, a dragon's belly could easily digest that sort of thing. However, the pride within her heart demanded a cooked meal and with her dexterous front claws, she plopped one of the hunks of meat in replace of the beef leg. The young dragon had never cooked anything in her life and shrugged to herself. "How hard could cooking food be?" With the expectations of a quick meal, she plopped her hindquarters down and stared at the slow-cooking meat with anticipation. However, after only a few minutes, her anticipation became boredom as the meat failed to meet her expectations of an expedient meal and without an extra thought about the potential risks of leaving her meal unattended, Tassyth began to explore the kitchen proper. She opened up cabinets and shelves and pulled out drawers and anything else she could stick her nose in. No doubt her unusual size, weight, and tail caused much clamor that could be easily heard outside of the kitchen.
Sierra returned to the tavern at nearly the same time as Valerie and Luna, whom were carrying their bounty. The sight of her two companions filled the angel with somewhat mixed feelings; she was happy to see them, and pleased that they acquired what she hoped to be useful items, but on closer inspection she didn't see them with The Urn. Hopefully it was just somewhere that wasn't obvious. Sierra swooped downward and beat her wings twice, bringing her to an almost hover above them before exclaiming "Friends!" and dropped down. "I have wonderful news!" She continued bursting through the door of the tavern. "I've recently returned from this village's most holy of sites, and there they guard a weapon of divine power!" With a quick glace she noted the establishment almost deserted save for a dwarf passed in a pool of what she surmised was a pool of his own upchuck, and Medrakis sitting on a chair a good deal away. "ROUSE THE DRAGON!!! The noble priest there informed me that one must complete RIGHTEOUS TRIALS in order for them to relinquish it! I was about to undertake them when my thoughts turned to you all and I considered extending this most glorious of tasks to you! COME COMRADES!!! Let us prove our worth and worthiness!" Sierra's arm shot skyward, her finger pointing to the heavens, "TO THE CHURCH!!!"
Valerie blinked in surprise when the angel appeared before them almost as soon as they returned to the tavern. She patiently waited for their clearly excited friend to finish talking before speaking to her. “Welcome back, Sierra! Didn't expect to find you here – but it might be for the best. Here – this is the armor Luna negotiated for. I was going to leave it here at the inn for safekeeping until we finished shopping, but I guess that won't be necessary.” The elf offered the vest to her angelic companion. “It's honestly not a very good armor, but it is better than what you have currently. Plus it's enchanted, so it should serve you well until we manage to get you something better. Why don't you try it on? I'll be happy to help you put it on if necessary – although we should probably go to a room first.” She paused briefly as she considered what to address next. “A holy weapon? That's wonderful news! Though I suggest not bringing our dragon companion along – most temples tend to not be built for her kind, so it might be hard for her to move inside the temple. Plus the locals seem to not be used to meeting dragons, so her presence might scare the priests, or any local people visiting the temple.” Valerie made another pause as she took a quick look at Luna before turning back to the angel. “We decided to take a break from shopping – both to leave the armor here, and because Luna looked like she needed some rest after... negotiating with that merchant. However, she seems to have mostly recovered on the way back, so I guess that is no longer an issue. Once you have decided what to do with your new armor we can go to the temple to check the trials you mentioned – I don't know if I will be of any help, but I will at least try to be of assistance. And afterwards we can go back to the market to finish shopping.” She made another pause. “I think that's a good plan – unless either of you has something to add or suggest?” The elf asked her companions.
Needless to say, as the group talked excitedly amongst themselves, crashing and clanging came from the kitchen, as the dragon they spoke of was doing all that she could to make the kitchen into a total mess. Pots clanged across the floor, spice, flour, and all manner of things assaulted her nose. Most of it was likely used to cover the taste of low grade, or bad meat to serve to customers. After all, if it cooked, things like contamination and the like didn't matter, right? It filled her nose, some of it burned, some of it smelled sweet, and curiously enough a great deal of it appeared to be dried looking leaves. All the while, the meat she had thrown on the grill was slowly cooking over the fire, perhaps even drowning out the smell of herbs and spices. The dwarf continued to lay unconscious, as the party talked amongst themselves. Curiously they didn't question why there was a passed out dwarf in plate armor, or the amount of sick coming out from his visor. However, as it went on, the first part of their holy quest was given to them. A Holy weapon called the penetrator... from a perverted temple... with trials. Surely nothing bad could happen there.
Luna watched the excited angel and grinned before nodding to Valerie. "Yeah, I'm fine it'll take more than that to keep me down. So, righteous trials huh?" She paused and rubbed the back of her head. "That sounds important I guess. I'm more a god of the hunt type girl. So, you know, just doing stuff out in the forest makes him happy. Never done any city temple stuff. Well, anyway, lead the way. Lets see what this is all about."
Tassyth tried to take a taste of the weird plants, but found that they were not to her liking. She coughed and spat them out before continuing on her exploration. While doing so, she collected an adornment of a pot onto one of her horns, but she barely noticed because suddenly a shout came up from the main room of the Tavern as the girl angel started shouting about trials and churches. With a grumble, she peeked her head out of the door. No doubt covered in flour and spices and the pot hanging off of one of her horns to regard the odd collection of people in the common room. "What the hell are you yelling about? I'm trying to cook a meal in here!"
Tassyth could make out several of her recently met compatriots start walking for the door, seemingly choosing to either be invested in this quest, or perhaps not willing to look to see their image of dragons ruined by one covered with spices, with a pot hanging off her head. Whatever the case, it seemed Valerie, Luna, and Sierra were off of this holy quest. The dragon could, of course, go with them on this non-sense. On the other hand, she could smell the food being cooked, and that was likely just as important. Well, ultimately it was up to the oversized reptile to decide, and it seemed the other dragon like creature had thus far stayed put. **************** The trio made their way to the church, which seemed about as generic as any fantasy church. White walls, stained glass windows depicting holy symbols and scenes from their doctrine. Red doors. Giant breasted nuns. Wait, giant breasted nuns? In truth, this god tended to invite the more... well endowed, lets say, members. And slutty ones. And even had they not been, magical amplifications did well to grow out parts that would serve well for tuesday's orgy. Inside, pews decorated the sides of a pathway, with an alter at the front. Behind that was a wall depicting a god and goddess with six packs, and rather well hung and an hour glass figure. And below that was a door with a priest from before standing in front of it. "Ahh, you've all arrived!"
"Well met noble priest!" Sierra exclaimed after walking through the church doors and hearing the father's greeting. "I have brought some of my comrades to assist with this endeavor." The angel strode with purpose up the aisle, still oblivious to the more suggestive aspects of the church if there were any. "I hope my absence allowed you to make any preparations that were necessary. If you are ready, then so am I!"
Wow, just look at those nuns and their impressive racks! Just what kind of temple is this? Was Valerie's first thought after she took a look around the church they had just entered. Not wanting to get distracted by the tempting nuns she chose to focus on the angel leading their little group. The elf's eyes wondered a bit before finally settling on Sierra's (sadly covered) derriere. “Well met.” Valerie greeted the priest when the group reached him. “Are there any particular preparations we need to do before we start the test?” She asked, trying to learn a bit more about what they were getting into – and also trying not to get too focused on her angelic friend's behind.
Luna was a little shocked. Not by the decor exactly but more the fact that it was Sierra bringing them here. She took in all of the art work around the place then gave the back of the angels head a curious look. "Yeah... Hi," Luna replied to the priest a little more cautiously than the other two. Then she slid up next to Valerie and leaned in to whisper. "Do you think she really knows what she's getting herself... Well, us into?"
Valerie leaned towards Luna and replied in a matching whisper. “Based on what she has said so far I bet she does not. I hope it's nothing too perverted...”
Medrakis turns up slightly late to the temple, pushing the red doors open and walking in to stand behind the rest of the group. The temple wasn't that surprising - the chapel at his family's manor was much the same, except with more hung dragons and fewer big-breasted humans. "...I kind of hope it is something perverted. It looks to be the place for it." He remarks.
A judging frown passed Tassyth's lips as she watched the others leave. With an idle sniff, she turned back to the kitchen and watched her food. Outside of the crackle of the fire, the silence was bothersome now that she had stopped making so much noise. The tavern was empty...other than the unconscious hoardthief at the foot of the stairs. The emptiness was oppressive and after just a minute or two, she shook her head and caused the pot to clatter to the ground before bolting off after the rest of the group. Her large cloak billowing across her back as she quickly follows along. Due to her quicker pace, she arrived right after the dragonborn and follows in after before the large doors close completely. Her eyes glance around the room when Medrakis makes a remark, "...I kind of hope it is something perverted. It looks to be the place for it." She didn't hear the first part of the conversation...Nor did it really matter. Of course, all the lesser races think of is perverse things. It was right there in her damnable teachings that she sometimes paid attention to. As he pauses at the rear of the group, Tassyth walks past him and shoulder checks him roughly in the back. "You would say that..." Feeling that once again she has proven her superiority, Tassyth moves to the side of the group and a noticeable handful of steps away from the rest of the party before sitting on her haunches and curling her tail around her side...No doubt ignorant of the amount of spices that still likely cling to the crevasses of her scales and fabric of her cloak.
Hearing a couple of familiar voices Valerie turned around to look. “Looks like the rest of our companions have decided to join us in this test...” She informed the two women near her, then added in a quieter voice so that only Luna and Sierra would be able to hear her. “Are those spices I see on her cloak? Did no one tell her that cloaks are generally not meant to be eaten, or was she just that hungry?” The elf wondered as she looked at the dragon.
Luna just shrugged and whispered back, "Do you want to try telling a dragon they can't eat something?" Then she looked to the Sierra. "What exactly did this priest tell you?" She had seen how the angel had reacted she had tried to give her a that little 'lesson' back at the merchant. So she wasn't sure how this was going to end.
The priest had told her little, other than the trials, and the weapon name. Given the nature of the temple, it would be perfectly normal for anyone to be suspicious of the possibilities of what would unfold. But likely not Sierra. "We have managed to obtain the sacred robes to conduct the trials." What was laid before them was little more than an easy access silk gown that was nigh sheer in it's appearance. It wouldn't allow for any real modesty, and was mostly transparent. It was fairly clear this trial was lewd. Looking over at Tassyth, the priest frowned. "I don't think we have any dragon sized ones.... but..." Not seeing much, if any real clothing on her, he shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Turning back to the trial, he smiled. "The first trial is that of purity. You may use the confessionals to get changed. Know that all the trials will be long, and hard.... but I know you'll be able to get through them!" Yep, definately lewd.
Sierra looked at Luna with an expression that exuded confidence. "We are to undertake three trials! One of Purity, one of Endurance, and one of Bravery. Fear not! We shall overcome these noble challenges and receive: The Penetrator!!! a righteous weapon of divine power!" She then regarded the robes that the priest had presented them with. To her eye they looked a little... flimsy. But the angel shrugged and supposed that the more challenging the trial the more their worth would be proven. With no more hesitation, Sierra grabbed one of the skimpy garments and proceeded into the offered confessional booth where she changed her attire (a none too easy task considering the size of both the booth and the awkwardness of her wings).
'long, and hard'. Riiiight... By now Sierra is probably the only one that doesn't realize where this is going... and that weapon name... Valerie kept the thoughts to herself as she took one of the robes they had been given and made her way to an empty confessional. The elf quickly removed the dress she was wearing and put on the robe. It came as no surprise to her that the garment was rather flimsy. What did surprise her was that the garment wasn't the flimsiest piece of clothing she had ever worn. That 'honor' was still held by the outfit she had worn when modeling for Svetlana, one of the teachers at the academy. The busty redhead had barely managed to finish the painting as she had been too busy unashamedly masturbating while ogling her young student-slash-temporary model. Afterwards she had taught Valerie about rimjobs... Overall Svetlana's lessons had been some of the most educational ones – and not just her lessons about magic... Valerie shook her head to clear her mind. Now is really not the time for this – the last thing I need is to get horny due to remembering past lovers... The elf took a quick look at herself to make sure she looked presentable – well, as presentable as her new attire allowed. After that she left the small room and went to join Sierra outside.
