Ailen smiles at the festivities, approaching a priestess. He flashes her a smile, before asking "Things seem good here, your grace. May I ask who this Blessed Lady is? She's not a deity I'm familiar with."
Klein kept to the shadows, noticing how the four-legged beasts seemed uninterested in raising an alarm and not wanting to give them any reason to do so. He was certainly perplexed by these people's laid back behavior. If it reminded him of anything, it was of watching apex predators growing less aggressive towards the scavengers that tried to steal what scraps they could as said predator came closer to eating its fill. Yet this time, if he allowed the metaphor to extend to the gold before him, that predator had gotten full very quickly and left a veritable feast behind for those that normally picked at the few remains. If this kind of society could produce so much that the strong could have plenty but even the weaker could still eat well (and thus grow in strength as well), it was again a sign that this was something he needed to learn more about. But first, there was a task to finish. To that end, he carefully undid the cloth bundle on his back, pulling the material off the oak shield that was strapped to him. In the center of the shield was the mark of his Goddess, a symbol of his overall intent with his folding the cloth into a makeshift sack a symbol of his more immediate intent. He then began to look for pieces of gold that were of decent size but not so large as to make it obvious that they would be missing once he took them.
Confusion raced through Jane as she beheld the festivities in front of her. On the walk towards pavilion she'd worried about how useful she'd actually be. While it was true she had magic, her talents had always favored water based incantations. Healing spells were another beast altogether. Still she was resolved to do what she could for the poor souls that had been injured. Expecting to find a makeshift hospital ward teeming with horrendous injuries, she was now perplexed to find the worst among them to be little more than cuts and bruises. Had they been faking to get out of work? Had Lord Xanthon exaggerated the severity of the accident? Then she heard the crowd call for the praise of "The Blessed Lady" and Jane felt an unfamiliar sensation. Who the hell was this Blessed Lady and why were all of these people so enamored with her? While they were paying proper respects to the gods this devotion to an unknown newcomer simply would not do. Jane stepped up beside Ailen and added coldly "Yes. I am Lady Jane Seafair, priestess and servant of our Lady the goddess Sylvese. Pray tell who is this... Blessed Lady?"
@asddas193 Unfortunately for the afflicted goddess, the sense of smell of a Beastman was far too great. Never mind one that was blessed by a goddess to become a champion, a Blessed One as the Humans call them. Over the smell of bitter carnage, the wolfman had smelled something sweeter in the air. The smell of a conquest in the waiting to celebrate his blessing and his victory. Truly, this was his day, the mark of a new age. Following the scent carefully and ravenously, the blessed Beastman stumbled across the struggling goddess. Licking his chops, the wolfman knelt down and bowed his head. “My goddess...Your champion is victorious. Allow him to fully show he is capable of dominating all weaklings in every way, and attain more of your blessings.” As he said out this plea, one of his clawed hands reached out, seeking to grab hold of her and get her ready for mating. Showing what he meant by “dominating in every way”. @Auraicide Claudia merely just heard out her guest as she had her own tea. There really wasn’t much for her today. Very few Humans interacted with the Fae in any way, nor did some want to. However, the elderly woman gave off no signs of fear or righteous anger, like some of her countrymen would probably give off. When The Lady was done talking, Claudia gave off a frown before speaking, “I mean no offense, my lady. I hold nothing against you, nor any of your kin. I grew up in a small village before I joined the clergy, and we had our own share of the spirits of the wilds. Luckily, they were more of the playful sort, but I imagine the sacrifice of sweets the children would give helped with that.” Reclining in her chair, Claudia continued, “And if the gods dislike this sort of thing, then they shall dish out judgement when our times come. I, for one, in meeting fair for fair. You helped us out of a terrible bind, and such benevolence should be rewarded and praised, not condemned and scorned. Sadly, my brethren may not be so open minded, due to our experiences with the inhuman in the past, as well as the afflictions of our own allies.” She then gave a very sympathetic look to The Lady, a look of pain and sadness, “As for your reason of being here...I’m afraid I don’t know how to help in regards to your child. I know of no one that is half bred of a nature spirit. But, if there is anything I can do to help, do tell me.” When she said that, a hand had came up to caress her midsection, “I know if the pain of losing a child...one too many times.” @Daylan The chunks of gold ore inside the building were quite plentiful. There were crates upon crates of the stuff, all ripe for the taking. And they were all good sized. Easily, the Beastman was able to pluck some ore and stuff them into his carrying sack. By the time he was done, his sack was heavy with the weight of the valuable metal and rock. He probably had more gold on his back than any of his kin had ever seen in their lifetime. Sneaking out was only a bit harder than sneaking in, due to the weight he had now, But Klein’s natural abilities more than made up the difference needed to escape and be on his way to where he was to meet up with the merchant’s smuggler friend. It only took a little under an hour of traveling before Klein found someone in a dark cloak and a shady looking carriage by some hills. Surely this must be the contact. @Tjf and @Omega98 The priestess that Ailen went to had stopped the celebratory prayers she was giving to look at the young man. Smiling warmly, and perhaps nervously, she looked like she was about to explain what had happened. But then Jane had came up and began demanding answers with a rather steely look. The cheer seemed to have been sucked right out of the poor dear and she became a spluttering mess. She may have been a member of the clergy, but that only meant she intimately familiar with the ire of the church if any of the higher ups had been offended by any little thing. At that moment, a laugh was heard and a voice very familiar to Jane was heard, “I see your people’s skills are on point as always, little Jane. Just what would our Lady Luck think.” The owner of this deep, sultry voice was none other than Zalbaras Acranon. Zalbaras was an incredibly handsome and deeply tanned islander from Jane’s home. He had trained in the same cloister as her before he was hand selected to work in one of the many Sanctuary of Respites in the island chains. There was even rumors that he had become a patriarch of his Sanctuary. A big smile was on his face, gently malformation his facial tattoos that marked his blessings of Sylvese and the Sanctuary he hails from. His muscular and flawless chest and midsection was laid bare as the robes of Sylvese he wore was more like an erotic toga, leaving as much bare as possible while still maintaining decency. He was flanked by two very attractive females that were there to cater to his every desire, though they seemed to have been eying up Ailen as well. Continuing his jovial, sultry, and teasing dialogue, Zalbaras said, “It’s been far too long, “Blessed One”. I heard you’d be coming to our little part at the end of the world. And my, my, who is this you have with you? Don’t tell me you finally settled on a consort after all this time? And here I thought I would have the chance to add you to my entourage...oh, the pains of duty and responsibility.”
When the beastman arrived at her position, Aryn's cold demeanor was gone. The goddess of war didn't even notice his arrival, until he spoke. Her lust filled mind focused instead on bringing herself to a climax, a sensation Aryn has never felt before. By the time the wolfman grabbed her, the cursed goddess had already an orgasm. Making her tight pussy drenched, and ready for his blessed cock. "Ahhh.... give it to mee.... fuck me! Fuck me harrrdddd!" She moaned, going as far as to wiggle her hips. Much like how a dog wags its tail in excitement.
"There are few fates as tragic." She felt a certain level of sadness that she never felt even when she saw all the mess of injuries from the workers. But it was present and gave her an urge to help Claudia, no strings attached. But it wasn't quite the time too. "...restoring the body to it's youth and younger years wouldn't be impossible." She let the words hang out trying to gauge her reaction, but looking a little genuinely guilty for making the suggestion. "At least, it might be through the use of rituals. It's no trivial task to turn back the toll of aging on the mortal body...with no resources at my disposal, it would be beyond my means." She could examine the woman's features with some curiosity. Aged, but not without a certain appeal. She must have been quite the looker in her younger years. "As for my own reasons for being here, that does present a problem. There isn't much that can be done to attract a fairy unaware of their own existence. I assume making enough shows of impressive magic will attract attention eventually, but it's also just as likely to attract all the wrong kinds. Granting someone their youth would be the kind of feat that would be impossible to be ignored for better or worse....but as I said, obtaining the means to perform such a thing isn't simple. Of course, whether or not this is something that interests you in pursing is up to you."
Ailen blushes at the attentions of the women, and can't help but feel a little irritated at how forward Zalbaras is being. "I'm no one's consort, priest. I'm Sir Ailen, Lady Seafair's bodyguard." The blonde tries to suppress the thought that his hostility is due to jealousy.
"Excuse me sir," Klein asks as he draws near, "An acquaintance of mine, who may mutually be yours, requested I make a delivery for him. Would you be the one I am supposed to meet?" He shifts his grip on his sack so he can pull out the scroll and hold it up to the dark cloaked individual for their inspection.
"Zal?!" Jane exclaimed, shock and surprise immediately replacing her previously cool tone. Ailen's annoyed reaction caused an amused smile to come across Jane's face. Zalbaras quite often had that affect on some men. Jane ran her hand down Ailen's upper arm to placate him. "Who truly knows the mind of the Goddess Zal? You know as well as I how mercurial she can be. Best I find out what I can about this false profit before she irks our Lady." It was after that her demeanor grew playful, "Sir Ailen may not be my consort but trust me Zal, he'd have a far easier time making me a part of his... entourage than you would." "Now what the celibate devils are you doing here?"
@asddas193 The blessed wolfman didn’t need much of an invitation to dominate his new benefactor and goddess. The fact that she was so eager to reward him only made it easier for him to enjoy her. Her smell and sight was making his cock visible, and what a cock it was. Who knew if this was natural or it came from her blessing, but that cock was glorious. Thanks to the blessing, much of his few tidbits of human features disappeared, making him appear to be a large werewolf with large, goring horns. That meant there was nothing human about his cock. Coming from a sheathe hidden by his furry groin, the angry red cock pulsed as it jutted into the air. The thing almost a foot long and very thick, with the base of the cock having a knot twice as thick as the rest of the rod. Only difference from a canine cock was the head, where a head did form. It was still pointed, easy for insertion, however the tip did have some flare to it which make the thing catch to the flesh on the inside, making it hard to come out. The wolfman practically ripped off Aryn’s thong as he got her onto her tits and knees. Gripping onto her hips, the Beastman mounted the goddess and speared his divinely blessed cock deep into her pussy, shoving all of his length in until his knot bumped against her lower lips. She was going to be in for a wild ride. @Auraicide The older woman did seem rather surprised by the offer, but eventually the look just changed to a bittersweet smile, a look of forlorn acceptance. She shook her head and sighed. “I thank you for the offer, my lady. But my time for that has come and gone. My inability of producing children has been with me since a younger age...it is why I devoted myself entirely to my faith. It was my way of being of some use, since I was unable to do my family proud.” Claudia took another sip of her tea before continuing, “However, if there is anybody else that may need help that could provide opportunity for you to flex your prowess, I will be sure to tell you. And I will certainly work to make that garden and spring you desire. Given the desolate and bleak landscape of the Steppes, it would be simple enough to convince the others as to why we should have such things, to help out the community, of course.” The elderly woman gave The Lady a knowing and cunning smirk. This was a woman that knew how to get things done, it seemed. The old lady sighed again, “Of course there is still the issue of no one able to choose to whom the temple should be devoted to. I heard another representative from Sylvese’s cult, a Blessed One, is suppose to arrive to finalize it being dedicated to her, but they have yet to arrive and who knows when or if more delegates from the other faiths will arrive. We got enough representatives as it is and it is giving me a headache.” @Tjf and @Omega98 Zalbaras let out a chuckle before making a sound heating pain, “Owie, Jane, my dear ocean breeze, must you be so cold and hurtful? And after all this time, no less.” He then sighed, his hand son his hips, “ Well, I suppose it just spices up the drama, makes things less dull. And at least there is still a chance.” He let out a few more quite chuckles before looking to Jane, “In all seriousness, it is good to see you. I was sent to this desolate garbage heap to be a representative to our Lady’s interests and convince the local clergy to devote the new temple to Her. However, members of the other cults are here doing the same thing, and even those of the Dwarves are here. It really made a mess of things and slowed down progress of the construction...the chaos of such things causing the accident that befall the majority population of workers.” He over looked the festivities going on and crossed his arms, “Then came that woman. Unfortunate that you missed her. She left moments before your arrival. She came in and performed the largest feat of divine magic I had ever seen...curing the workers of their most fatal of injuries in moments. A divine miracle as it were. I was almost afraid my informants were wrong and a different Blessed One had arrived and not you.” Zalbaras raised a hand as he looked to be deep I thought, “I think I overheard her talking with the head matron of the temple before the two of them left together. Something about this woman demanding they make a spring and a garden within the temple as a payment for her service, though I was unable to hear the reasoning as to why.” @Daylan The figure looked over to Klein and looked him up and down. The figure took the scroll and read from it. After a moment, the figure pocketed the scroll and raised a rather slim hand to have the palm facing Klein. A feminine voice began chanting in a strange language as the hand began to glow an ethereal green energy. What also glowed was the chest of the figure, revealing something of an elegant and dark skinned face to Klein. After a moment, the chanting stopped and the figure’s hand went back down. The figure nodded, “You are a curious one, aren’t you? But nevertheless, you have done your part. The contents of your bag is what is required.” The figure dropped to the ground a couple of things. One being a rolled up piece of parchments, and another being a tiny purse. The feminine figure continued. “Jahar delivers once again. Give him that parchment as proof of our meeting, and he will reward you as he promised. That purse is a gift from me, for a job well done...and some personal good will. I think we’ll be seeing more of each other, little fox.” Was that a reference to the figure knowing Klein’s true nature? Or maybe just calling him a fox as in being a clever, sneaky thief? It could be surmised that she used a spell to analyze that there was gold in the bag, but was that all she scanned? Either way, the figure made it obvious it didn’t care too much about Klein’s identity and she paid. All that was left was for Klein to hand over the goods and continue in with his quest.
"Haa... haaa!" Aryn kept on panting, waiting to be fucked thoroughly. And with her lust addled mind, she couldn't think about anything else. Not even caring about her warrior's cock size, nor its shape. All the proud goddess thought of was fulfilling her needs, "Haaa... come oooon! Fuck me! Fuck me already!" She whined, as he ripped of her drenched thong, and held her curvy hips. "Ahhhhn!" However, the moment her warrior's beastly cock penetrated her divine cunt. Aryn squealed as she squirted almost instantly, while the walls of her pussy clung tightly around his shaft. "Aannnhaaa! Goooood! Feeeelsss shoooo goooood!" The goddess moaned like a common whore, "Harder! Fuck me harderrrr!" She added while moving her hips to match his pace.
"That seems like quite the problem. Everyone believes their god is the superior choice, of course. Yet, if I have to look at it from my point of view..." Lexia frowned as she thought on the idea of these Blessed Ones. "For all the talk of these chosen champions of the gods, I don't recall seeing any of them around when they were needed the most. Though this might just be my own ignorance with how mortal religion works. For all the mistrust the fae folk get, you can always expect them to return favors and punishments with what they believe is fair. These churches of mortals seem to predicate themselves solely on punishing people for a lack of faith and providing nothing in return. As much as I hear that it's not reasonable for my kind to expect payment for doing things, I fail to understand how it's reasonable to pledge yourselves to religions that seemed based on "Give us everything, and we give you nothing." It was clear from her face that she had a tough time wrapping her head around this logic. As far as she could tell, they were the idiots who were willing to sacrifice everything for no particular results. So should they really be getting mad when something actually offers results wants payment? Do they just enjoy failure? That seemed like as good of a theory as any. There was a reason fairies didn't concern themselves with human logic, when their logic was just innately stupid to begin with. "That's just how I view things, anyway. In a little less than a day here, and my opinion is all these people do is talk and refuse to let their actions prove it. Whether this is unwillingness or simply incompetence, I don't know. I can't say I know enough about mortal life to consider the decision to place stock into these types to be a particularly wise one."
Ailen nods. "Did you see which way they left?" @Omega98 He turns to Jane. "It's worth following up on, right?"
Opening his bag, Klein dropped the nuggets of gold he had collected to the ground as well. He then moved forward to crouch down so that he could collect the parchment and coin purse, looking up at the... woman(?) curiously. He was slightly alarmed at her words about his identity but, given she was still paying him, it seemed like something he did not need to actively guard against at the moment. "I thank you for your added kindness," he said, "But since, as you said, I am a curious one, might I ask from which direction you came or which you plan to go? I sense that, much like me, you may not be from around these parts so you may have better knowledge of the lands that await ahead than I."
Jane couldn't hide a smile at Zalbaras 'feigned' wound. He was a charmer certainly, and she'd be lying if she claimed she wasn't tempted by the man. But as she regarded the two attendants with him she did hide a frown. From what she knew and remembered Zal was never a "one woman man" and she doubted that had changed in the time since she last saw him. While she didn't begrudge him multiple lovers, (Lusty Bride knew she'd be a hypocrite for such things) she wanted to be someone's one, not one among many. She had her doubts that would ever be the case with Zalbaras Acranon. Her eyes met Sir Ailen's when he turned to her, and she suppressed a sad look. From the little time they had spent together she'd determined he possessed many of the traits she wanted of a partner, and Jane found herself wondering why the Chaste Prostitute would pair them together on this quest. "Yes. Yes of course." She answered Sir Ailen's question only half paying attention to it. Her thoughts turned back to the task-at-hand. She had to find this... imposter? Usurper? False profit? Honestly Jane didn't know what to make of this other woman. But she also had to try and undo whatever damage she may have done to the workers faith. If they began worshiping a false profit that would be disastrous. Especially since she arrived to make sure the temple was dedicated to the goddess Sylvese. She also felt compelled to talk with the workers personally, make sure they were alright. But she surmised that finding this healer took priority. Resolved, Jane looked Sir Ailen square in the eye and nodded.
Whilst Ailen is far from understanding Jane's feelings, he's empathetic enough to intuit the sadness her look conveys, before the priestess affects her typical serene expression, noting that he should probably ask if she's alright. He glares at Zalbaras, suspecting that the lewd priest is responsible for his charge's sadness. For the moment, though, the paladin waits for Zalbaras to answer the question, his curiosity about the Blessed Lady winning out.
