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Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

In the doorway of the tavern stood a sight that was enough to stop anybody in their tracks. He stands 5'5 and has long kangaroo-like ears and a kangaroo-like muzzle with a black animal nose. His body is covered in an orange-yellow fur roughly the color of strained peaches, except for his tail. His tail is virtually fur-less and is segmented like a rat's. It's gray and long - 14 ' to be exact. But instead of coming to a point, it comes to a flat end that's pink where it had been cut many years ago, indicating it either was or could've been much longer. His actual species is unrecognizable as he is a hybrid of some sort. He was wearing dark sunglasses, the lenses almost black set into red frames. He also wore an old black straw hat, the left side curling up due to his ear while his right ear was back. He had on cut off denim shorts which you could barely see due to the long robe he wore. It was torn and tattered and looked to be handmade out of burlap. It was tied closed in the front by an old piece of rope. He had on over-sized red and black boots. Around his neck hung a gold cross and on his right wrist was a black braided bracelet seeming to be made out of hair. But he still could've probably passed for someone's gardener - that is if he wasn't covered head to toe in blood. He was stopped at the door and made to check his weapon. His weapon was a jagged scythe, the handle made out of what appeared to be a twisted tree branch. The blade part was bolted to it. Around the neck of it was a black leather collar with bone spikes. Blood dripped from the blade and onto the floor as well as down the grooves of the handle. As soon as the guard took it he nearly dropped it. It was heavy as all hell. He was known to some - mostly from wanted posters in other towns - as the Dark Angel. It was not a name he gave himself but rather a name authorities and bounty hunters gave him for lack of a better name. He knew he was wanted dead or alive - preferably dead. He was dangerous in all aspects of the word. Or so everyone was warned. Armed and dangerous. Do not approach. The usual shit. Of course, it didn't help matters almost everyone he came into contact with died a brutal death. Well, he certainly wasn't armed now. Not unless they counted his boots, teeth, and tail, all of which were deadly in itself. But he wasn't here to kill. Not this time. He was here to escape. He had heard about this place. It was equality for all. So here, he was safe. And at this point so was everyone else. He made his way over to a table to sit, his boots coming down heavy on the floor as he walked. That was due largely by the fact they were weighted. His tail moved like a snake behind him, leaving a streak of blood on the floor. He got to a table he liked and took a seat. What he needed right now was a hot meal, a cold drink, and a warm bed. And a shower. He could definitely use a shower.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

D'joo was sat on a table, still thinking about her potential goof of few minutes before, when one of the kitchen girls carried a bowl of vegetable soup and a mug of fermented wheat. She gulped in anticipation, for so long she craved for a properly cooked meal, without dirt and ashes floating around or even something else crawling on it. D'joo grabbed the mug, taking a sip. She closed her eyes, drinking ale felt so good. So wonderfully away from the water in her hip flask, warmed by her body and seemingly loosing any drenching power. But this ale was fresh, with sparkles tingling in her throat and tongue she smiled, deciding to enjoy her stay in the Taver as much as possible. She heard the door opening, turning her head to give a quick glance of the newcomer. She saw it red and black boots, kangaroo like peachy furred with a mouse tail. A circus she thought A sad circus strutting itself thinking being cool.... she then returned to her soup and titillating, tantalizing mug o' ale in front of her.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

As he sat down, the Dark Angel curled his blood-soaked tail around the chair legs to keep it from being stepped on. His tail was the second sensitive part on his body. The first would be his eyes. Without his sunglasses, even the dull tavern light would appear as blinding to him as staring directly into the sun. He felt someone looking and met eyes with a horse woman for but a second just as she turned away and went on about her business. One of the bar maids rushed over to him, seeming to think that he must be near death with all the blood. But she stopped dead in her tracks once she was close enough to see that none of the blood appeared to be his. Other than the tip of his tail he didn't appear injured in any way, and that seemed to be an old injury. He tried to be friendly. After all, it was a friendly place. He offered her a smile. But, alas, it seemed even his toothy grin was enough to off-put people. The bar maid gasped and visibly shuddered, probably trying to keep herself from pissing on the floor. His smile faded. She inched closer, offering him her best 'remember this is a friendly peaceful place' smile. He saved her the trouble of asking him if he'd like anything. Biscuits and gravy, a side of bacon, and a mug of ale. His voice was deep with a bit of a country twang to it, like someone from an old western romance. As the barmaid left to get his order he got up to head to the washroom to at least try to clean up a bit, his heavy boots once more thundering on the hard floor with each step.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

It looked like it was going to be an interesting night. Erin Ursus was using a chicken bone to pick food out her teeth as she watched the hooved woman enter, followed with, well, she wasnt sure what he was. Definitely not human. She could easily imagine fighting him one stormy night, following a bounty and battling to the death. She raised her mug of drink in salute to the strange beast that had entered covered in someone elses blood. Welcome, she called to both him and the equine woman, because if everyone else was going to sit there liked stunned mullets just because two beastlike folks wandered in, then shed be the one to show a little bit of hospitality.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

D'joo was loosing herself in her own little feast if tastes, as she heard a welcoming female voice. She turner her head and saw the bear framed woman raising the mug in salute. Not knowing to whom the salite was aimed to, she grabbed her own mug and raised it to the large warrior woman Cheers! sporting a friendly smile. In the worst occasion, nobody will just care for her, thought D'joo. Cheers to everyone! said her in merry.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

Oul walked in to the tavern. Well, stumbled in, to be exact. Oul stood about 5' even normally, when she wasn't weaving back and forth. Gnomes had not the constitution for liquor and it looked as if it was even worse for half-gnomes. Her brown eyes were wide and red-rimmed as she focused on two people who she thought worked here? Pleesh direk me to the bar madum. Right then and right there she fell over in front of the bewildered serving girl that was still standing before Oul. Oul's nut brown hair was semi-matted and her clothes wrinkled and dirty. She raised a single finger and proclaimed in blurred speech that she was still celebrating her mother's remarriage a week ago. The patrons heard ,blurbleblurblemurrrhurrrze. Oul remained on the floor, the tan of her skin just a shade lighter than the floor. Her small and wiry frame had most likely reached its hourly alcohol limit, but damned if she wasn't determined to beat her body at its own game. She struggled to spill herself from floor to chair.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

D'joo was still with her mug raised in the air to call a collective cheer when the last customer arrived in a clear and advanced state of drunkness. Noticing her dirty clothes she fell several times in the dusty and muddy road, out there. D'joo closed her eyes while watching the chocolatey drunky falling again on the floor after having attempted to state something. The petite managed to crawl on a chair. Hoping to not fall again. D'joo was preoccupied maybe the little one has been poisoned... or intoxicated. She checked her sash, searching for a potion to use in case of need.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

Sharub said D'joo was still with her mug raised in the air to call a collective cheer when the last customer arrived in a clear and advanced state of drunkness. Noticing her dirty clothes she fell several times in the dusty and muddy road, out there. D'joo closed her eyes while watching the chocolatey drunky falling again on the floor after having attempted to state something. The petite managed to crawl on a chair. Hoping to not fall again. D'joo was preoccupied maybe the little one has been poisoned... or intoxicated. She checked her sash, searching for a potion to use in case of need. Click to expand... Oul looked up. She looked again. One more time, just to be sure she was seeing correctly. You hassh hoovsss... This is new, she thought to herself. When she saw the horse reach for something in her cloak, she motioned nevermind. I can affoorsh my own drinks...madam? Sir? In between? With that, Oul's head slumped onto the table and into the set of dirty dishes the serving girl had been carrying.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

uhm... yeah... Sas the only thing that D'joo said to the choco-praline woman as shenoticed her hooves, pointing them. uhm...maybe an alcool-detoxicating brew? mumbled her to herself Yes. Definitely would help this drunken pouf to at least stay afloat. She rolled her eyes hearing that her search in the sash was in order to get a medicine were understood as a pityful search of dimes. uhm... madam...please Answered D'joo approaching Oul And you are...?. As she finishes to speak, the female slumps on the table, getting covered in dish-grease and foods. Eventually D'joo wondered about how long that one was under the fumes of alcool, helping the girl to sat properly. D'joo coughed, clearing her voice, presenting an handkerchief to the fallen grease-covered customer. I am D'joo. calmly said to her i...uhm... noticed your .... well... unstability... at thise words, D'joo presented her a little flask with a greenish fluid floating inside This might help you to... remove this effect from your body. If is not ynpolote from me...
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

Oul felt her head being raised as if by a magical force. In her befuddled mind she reasoned that this was some great witchy horse that could lift things by magic. With potatoes and bread crumbs sticking to the side of her face, she looked at the mare with wide eyes. S'magics. Oul took the handkerchief and looked at the green bottle of liquid with admiration and nodded. S'more magics. She unstopped the bottle, nodded with wide eyed thanks and drank it down. For the first time in a week, it finally dawned on Oul what she had gotten up to. Shit.
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

The caramel-furred mare smiled as she saw the choco-praline female accepting her cures without opposing. The little choco-praline of a girl chugged the potion and with eyes as wide as a potato, seemed to have witnessed the apparition of a God or a spirit. The brownish girl retourned from her trip with a shit. Welcome back, miss said D'joo in a satisfied tone That potion is very popular in the lands of S'mhyr Noph. D'joo giggled seeing the praline girl regaining her control. Feeling better?
Thread: The Tavern [Fantasy ORP]

Hullo! Hullo! Yes, thank you, I'm quite well now, thank you. Oul looked down at her shambled clothes and wiped grease from her cheek. A mess! I am quite a mess. Gods bodkins my hair. She looked up at the kindly mare and grinned from ear to ear, showing rows of teeth that looked as if too many to fit in such a small place. Oul! Pleased to make your acquaintance! She grabbed the mare's hoof and shook it vigorously.
Thread: Worship (Um x Goo_Girl_Claire)

Aisha had a secret, though it wasn't exactly something dark or terrible, but it was something she couldn't ever let anyone else know about. She fell outside what could be called the mainstream religions, she even fell outside of what could be called semi-religions or even cults. Infact, she was the only person in the world who followed this particular faith, but to her it was the true one. The 'religion' she followed had no name, and Aisha had never particularly felt the need to come up with one since it wasn't something she discussed or shared with anyone else. All that mattered was her worship of the goddess, the goddess of Lust. Her true name seemed lost to history, the book Aisha had was old and parts of it had been damaged and lost forever, but the parts that were there had struck something within her. Now, Aisha was utterly devoted to the goddess, she had absolute belief that her goddess was real and could hear her prayers, hear her thanks, hear her unwavering devotion and worship. Today was a day like all the others had been recently. Aisha had come home from school, full of people she neither knew nor cared to get to know, she had given a greeting to her parents before retreating to her room as usual, making sure the door was locked before going to the back of her closet, pulling out her book, arranging it in a small home-made shrine she had set up, then bowing down in order to worship it, to worship the book and her goddess, uttering quiet prayers that wouldn't be heard outside of the room. It filled Aisha's heart with joy to know that her goddess was out there, hearing her prayers, hearing how devoted she was to her goddess.
Thread: Worship (Um x Goo_Girl_Claire)

Humanity had long forgotten the goddess. In time that was nigh insignificant to the otherworldly creature the mortals had forgotten her. There was a time when they knew her, when they had called to her and begged for just a touch of her power. But that was a long time ago, and the memory of the mortals were tricky things as they lived such short lives. She hadn't been spoken of in millennial long past. The ravages of time burring almost all evidence of her very existence, the extacy that her attentions could bring. But no one had spoken her name in centuries. She was a goddess of lust and pleasure, one whose influence over the worlds of mortals had faded with the knowledge of her. But there was one that spoke of her. The old rituals and ceremonies. It quickly attracted the personal attention of the goddess, and a smile graced her features whenever she heard that lone mortal call out to her. She lounged on her throne, a little pocket dimension that she called hers. Elegant marble structures slowly span around her, dwarfed by her glorious form. They floated in limbo, the ruins of the temples and structures that the mortals built when she had called them to her domain. They were so small compared to her, but they just wanted to see their goddess, and she was merciful enough to grace them with their mere presence for those precious moments. This goddess would do the very same to this one who showed devotion to her. While she was in her prayers the Goddess would call this girl to her, pulling her into the goddess's own personal world.
Thread: Worship (Um x Goo_Girl_Claire)

Aisha felt strange for a brief moment, almost dizzy. Her vision seemed to blur for an instant, almost as if there were some kind of static or interference. It knocked the girl senseless for a few seconds, her brain having to catch up with whatever her senses were now telling her. But when they did, she could only gasp in amazement. She was no longer in her room, she was....somewhere else. Even more than that, she wasn't alone. Slowly Aisha looked up, and before her she not only saw the woman standing there, she could feel her presence. Instantly Aisha knew who it was, who it could only be. Yet she could hardly believe it. Not that the goddess was real, no, Aisha had been more than certain of that already. What she could hardly believe was that the goddess had felt Aisha worthy to be here, to look upon her. I...I'm not worthy! Aisha immediately bowed back down in worship of the goddess before her. M-my goddess, I am unworthy to be in your presence. This incredible honour is...I....th-thank you! Aisha could feel herself trembling with excitement. But more than that, she could feel the heat within her body. Merely being in the presence of the goddess was causing a great lust within her body, Aisha could feel it growing stronger and stronger every second, her panties already becoming soaked through and her nipples already poking up into her clothing, hard as bullets.
Thread: The Greenskin Chronicles. (dkitty & Korax)

The take down was swift as it was silent, not a soul in the raiding party expected to stumble across an elf so far out of her native lands and alone. Thankfully they had some quick reflexes, three of the party's goblins raced out and leaped on to elf's chest and head, bringing her to the ground as they quickly knocked away her weapon while throwing rubes around her lithe body. Finally a strap was tied across the woman's mouth so she wouldn't scream out and possibly send up an alarm to any near by targets. This elf was practically right beside us! Hissed the leader of the small band, he wasn't as tall or large as some of the other orcs but when he spoke they all listened. The party was made up of no less than ten orcs, twelves goblins, two trolls and an ogre. Small enough to travel with a bit of stealth and leave quickly, but powerful enough to hold their own against knights or adventurers. The leader turned and shot a glare at the bound elf before he motioned to another orc to pick her up, once she was slung over one of his warrior's shoulders the leader growled, rubbing his forehead. Tal'en was not happy about how easily his warriors have been suck up on, clearly this elf wasn't much of a threat and she would even help aid their cause, but it still galled him that she managed to get so close. Quickly he barked out an order and the goblins moved into the trees, locating the elf's scent and beginning to trace it. Tal'en then ordered Ruk, Rak and Durr to stay there until he bellowed for them, the three seemed to understand but Tal knew better than to rely on their brains to be of any use. With just the orcs and goblins Tal moved into the trees as his trackers showed him just wear the strange elf had come from. At that moment he wished that he had brought Kawl and Steel with him, but he needed the shaman to remain unharmed since he was the only healer in the tribe, Steel was simply there to keep the rest of the tribe in line. Though he was just a goblin, Steel was a cunning and formidable member of his race, even the trolls were a bit weary of him. Soon the goblins led him to some old ruins and sitting just within sight was a campfire as well as a human female. Sniffing at the air Tal could not pick out any other cent over than the elf and human, if they were traveling alone Tal would consider them very foolish as anything could pick off two lovely beauties like them. The goblins began to creep out and get closer as they hid in smaller clumps of brush, they confirmed that only the human and the trap was set. Tal left behind four orcs to guard the elf they caught, but the rest of them and the host of goblins all burst from the forest and charged at the lone human. Tal had to grind his teeth to stop himself from shouting a warcry, while they couldn't detect any other humans he was not about to take and extra chances.
Thread: The Captive (Yossarian and DrStrangeLove)

It was over. Len couldnt recall exactly how things had ended, her memories hazy. It had been a trap, she knew that much. Theyd struck a caravan only to find that the creatures had been waiting for them. In a mere minute their forces had been devastated, her friends butchered like sheep. She had been the only one to survive and yet that hadnt been the result of luck or good fortune. Quite the opposite in fact. The drip-drip-dripping of water was all that the eighteen year old would hear within the damp confines of her cramped cell. It was said that the invaders thrived in water from what shed seen so far Alain could hardly doubt the rumor. Even the floors were ankle deep in water, the walls and other structures steeped in moisture. It made her own body feel clammy. Clad in a simple tunic and pants, both articles somewhat frayed, it was clear the girl had seen better days. Her dark brown hair, messily cropped so it hang to her shoulders, was a mess. Her clothing was dirty and wrinkled. Her deep blue eyes were wracked with bags, the girl havent gotten a good days sleep for forever. She was hanging by her wrists, legs dangling a couple of inches off the ground. Her wrists were bloody and raw, her arms aching. Her attempts at struggling had failed and so, after the first couple of hours, shed given up. All she could do was wait. Wait for her captor to arrive.
Thread: The Captive (Yossarian and DrStrangeLove)

The cell door opened with a clang, a tall and imperious alien woman entering the chamber. She slowly approached Len, one pair of arms arms clasped in front of her, one resting on her hips, and another clasped behind her back. Greetings, little rebel. Your rebellion's been putting up quite the struggle, you know. Not that it's of much use - we smoked out the last of your strongholds yesterday. You've nowhere left to hide... She walks behind Len, her voice arrogant and amused. Still, I must commend that fighting spirit of yours. You certainly made us work for our victory, even with our advantages. Your race will be an excellent addition to our empire... Her hands reach out, gently caressing Lens flesh. Which brings us to the topic of my visit. Tell me, little Len, are you ready to give up and surrender? All you have to do is say yes, and I'll let you down. I'll dress your wounds and take you as my consort. Doesn't that sound nice...? Her hands play up and down Lens body, caressing her arms, and her sides and back, a couple reaching around to play gently with the muscles tensed on her belly...
Thread: The Captive (Yossarian and DrStrangeLove)

As the door opened with a whish Len tried to keep herself from flinching at the sight of the tall figure standing in the doorway. Her encounters with the invaders had been very much impersonal in the past. They kept away from the general population, preferring to use thralls when it came to giving and the like. This was the first time she'd seen one so close up, and already the girl could feel her flesh crawling. Her heart began to quicken as the woman approached her, body tingling as several sets of hands began to make their way across the girl's bound body. The alien's touch was gentle, and in any other context she might've welcomed. Now though? ... Her insides squirmed. She wanted to kick, wanted to scream, and yet deep down she knew neither would accomplish much of anything. All she could do was stay strung up, allowing the creature to fondle her like a piece of meat. Teeth grit, a not entirely unwelcome shiver running through her body as the alien's hands squeezed her belly, Len lowered her head. She couldn't deny that the alien's offer was tempting. The girl didn't want to die, and after spending so long living in the muck and grime it was hard to resist the opportunity to live in luxury. None the less... If... Her voice was breathless, cheeks turning somewhat rosy as the alien continued to caress her form. If you think I'm going to play the good little girl then you've got another thing comin'. You'd be better off just killing me now.
Thread: The Captive (Yossarian and DrStrangeLove)

The alien laughed, a deep resonant chuckle. I expected nothing less. Tell me, do you know why we've set out to conquer you? Why we've gone to all the trouble? One pair of hands dipped lower, stroking Lens outer thighs and teasing the edges of her inner thighs while another pair ended up to caress the edges of her breasts, the alien woman clearly enjoying her power over helpless Len. It's because of your fighting spirit. We find such a quality deeply admirable, and quite useful, too... She pressed her breasts against lens back, her lips kissing their way up Lens neck, to behind her ear...