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Thread: Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

Rikki took the hand and felt the strength behind it. He figured that he could try and conquer the mass of muscle before him. It could be a bit of an adventure before he left this band. With a glance around the town he gave a grimace and shrugged, I suppose you are right. I figured I could bring some light to this area. Whatever. He brushed some of the water off of his leathers and grimaced, Then again, I've seen dung with more life then this area. Perhaps we should just head out? There are some surprisingly interesting places around here that don't revolve completely around humans. I have my horse outside at the stables and can be up and ready in no time. His eyes went over the group more and Rikki repressed a shudder. He had worked with some shifty people before, but this was insane. Well, they could prove to be entertaining. He had traveled with pretty, but dull, people before. He figured he shouldn't judge these people too harshly. Except for the bugbear, he was just...odd. Rikki gave a light bow to the collective and used his minor cantrips to produce a mystical hand and gave Olgar and the orc a good slap on the behind and goosed the little halfling girl. Not that he would ever admit it though. He did enjoy his twisting of this spell so that he could feel what he touched though. The ogre ass felt the best out of them with it's firmness and perfect pants cupping it. It would have to be the first target for the orca-borne male. Come find me at the stables when you guys are ready to go. I've already paid for what you ran up. Well, you-know-who did. Fare ye well.
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Olgar wouldn't deny the opportunity to leave this place for anything. He was glad that Rikki had made the suggestion.The whole group would be excited to hear that they were leaving. He knew morale had been terribly low because of the storms and the rain and the sedintary life they had been forced to live. As Rikki bowed, Olgar, Ront, and Belilah looked about in spurise. Each of them looked directly behind them expecting someone to be there. When it came to their attention, one by one, they realized that they had been a victim of magic. Olgar suspected something, but kept his mouth shut. He wanted to see where this went. Belilah was inspecting the cup Olgar had given her and is seemed as if she might be imagining the whole thing. Ront, on the other hand, had Talingo up by his neck attempting to rattle a confession out of the four-armed mage. Olgar took in a deep breath and decided that they would head out this evening. He hoped the storms would let up some so they could leave, but he wasn't getting his hopes up. Olgar was both happy, but embarrassed that the stable fees had been covered by the boss. He never felt comfortable with letting her cover such simple things. With a heavy sigh, he nodded in acknowledgement to Rikki and headed for the room the troupe shared. He started to get things packed up while everyone came and went, packing their personal belongings. They got the queue from Olgar that tonight they'd be on the road. It seemed everyones' spirits were up now that they had a repreave from this dump. Not much later that day, Olgar and Ront met up with Rikki to get the horses ready for travel. Ront wasn't exaclt trusting of this strange new person, but he felt he could be comfortable around him if Olgar was. Ront was a half-orc and not of the usual green coloration. He'd been cursed, in his own words, with a more purply hue of gray. Thus making him a dark lavender orcling. He didn't appreciate this one bit, but it was the only thing his mother gave him. He had steely black hair that he wore in tribalistic braids mixed with long loose hair. His tusks weren't as prnounced as you'd expect, but Ront found that comforting. He was exactly comfortable with his orc blood. The pair met with the Darfellen, Olgar greeting him upon arrival. Hey there. Sorry it took so long. Getting six people packed can be a bit of a feat. he chuckled, trying to make up for their tardiness.
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Rikki nodded, standing beside a nice elven breed of horse. He looked at the sky and glared. Excuse me, my good men. The rain would make this a dreary travel. He picked up his lute and checked it before plying his fingers on them, an oddly distorted sound coming from it it was as if he was playing the instrument underwater. The rain seemed to slow, and then suddenly stopped. It did not quit all over the place, but around the men it did so. i can make it so we travel dry. I'll have to keep playing, of course, but it should be easy for me. I hope this is okay for you all? I do enjoy the rain, but you people seemed a bit weary of it. He flashed a somewhat-white smile, one that finally had all it's teeth at least. That had to be something they hadn't seen yet at this place. I can follow you to get everyone and then we can leave. There is a town near by and I can easily get us accommodated there. Better booze, and informant, blacksmith, stores, and actual beds. Sound feasible? The Darfellan stopped his playing as he mounted his horse, soon starting his tune once more to keep his companions dry. The water-borne steered his mount to where the rest of this group was at. He kept them dry and allowed Olgar to take the lead if he wanted to, his eyes more plastered on his back and his weapons than the road, an autopilot like trance going on that allowed him to play and steer and enjoy the sight before him. I was not briefed much on what we are supposed to be doing, only that you needed someone who could maneuver underwater to help you people out. That is why I was called in. Rikki hoped he would be useful to this party, he could be...over the top for some people. He just really enjoyed his calling though. He couldn't help it if he hammed it up sometimes.
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Ront became suspicious of the bard when the rain stopped. A thought crossed his mind briefly, but quickly dismissed it. Bard's didn't know a lot of spells. Certainly not the kind that Talingo knew. He shook his head to clear his mind, watching Olgar and Rikki converse. Olgar was pleased that he now had someone who'd use their magic on everyone . Talingo was a selfeish bastard at times. Even moreso when he was in a bad mood. Olgar thanked Rikki with a pat on the back and a compliment. Thanks, friend. You have already shown yourself more useful than some we already travel with. he said and nodded in agreement. Yes, anywhere but here. This place is terrible... even for one such as myself... he said, making reference to his giant-blooded half. Ront, on the otherhand, had a bit of an inferiority complex. He took in that comment and straightened up a bit. Olgar wasn't talking about Ront in any way, but the poor orcling wasn't the wiser. Sadly, he was the youngest of the troupe with the least amount of social experience, but he made up for it in being a skilled meat shield. After the horses and pony were tacked and ready to go, the three set out towards the inn to gather the rest of the group. Olgar took the lead momentarily with Ront close behind. The poor orc wanted so bad to prove himself now. Arrivnig at the entrance, Olgar and Ront took to loading the horses with their gear, allowing Rikki to continue his song. Talingo, upon exiting the inn, found that Rikki's music was unbarable. He wasn't much of an artsy person, but music was surely one of his least favorite things. He carefully crafted a Silence spell and placed it upon his being, making sure his ride was silent. He would just have to make sure he'd keep other spells active to ensure his wellbeing. Ront, now paranoid about his usefullness, assisted Taevillis up into her saddle, as well as Belilah and Daggit. Olgar watched in barely covered amusement and amazment at Ront's sudden spur of kindness. Especially when it came to the bugbear. Daggit had to weight close to 350 pounds and here was this orc, barely pushing 190 pouns, hefting this critter upon it's mount. Olgar wasn't sure what was going on, but he made a note of it. Olagr then quickly got this strange band of seven on the road. It sure would be a bad idea for any to think ambushing a group of this size and racial diversity. While Talingo sat in his bubble of silnce, the rest of the group followed in a tight formation behind Olgar. It would look a touch silly to see such a large humanoid on such a large horse, but he had reason. Having such a large steed presented a challenge for offenders, but it was a much stranger purpose for having such a large horse. One, hopefully, no one would discover.
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Talingo would find, perhaps sadly, that the music blocked out also blocked out the magic it possessed, leaving the man at the mercy of the rain. Rikki would be impressed at such a large horse that Olgar had, noting that it was indeed a stallion. He looked at his own rather shabby sized horse and wondered where Olgar could have purchased such a steed. The music changed slightly and the party would find themselves moving faster and staying out of the rain, soon outpacing Talingo if he demanded to keep the silence bubble out. They quickly traversed a days ride in just under three hours. with just two more they were at the edge of a majestic looking town, one with much more diversity than the mud-farm hovel they had been staying at. Rikki lowered his instrument and tried to look rather at ease, but his fingers were raw and a few had begun to bleed due to how long he had played his music. In the town the party would get a few odd glances, but not many. Olgar would find he wasn't even the only half-ogre in the place, a tall blue-tinted one with long white gloves and a large scythe adding to his breed. She looked like she was some type of warrior scholar, and she didn't seem to find Olgar very odd as she glanced up at him. She was accompanied by a rather innocent looking drow man, barely out of his boyhood, and a flying gloaming that looked nothing less like a dominatrix, complete with a whip. The oddly, normally cave dwelling, troupe was haggling over a meal that could be smelled as actual food from twenty paces away. The town was nice. Rikki stopped at a stable he showed Olgar, trying to hide his bruised and bloody fingers from the man. You guys enjoy yourselves, stay with the horses, do whatever you wish. I will have you sent for when I locate our rooms, okay? The Darfellan would leave the group to their businesses, his own plan to be to find that innkeeper who owed him a favor for a certain abortion spell he carried with him and get their rooms set up. The inn they would be staying in would be best described as a four star place. This town saw a bunch of hustle and bustle and needed places to house lesser royalty and minor nobles. This hotel generally catered to them, but while they stayed the party would have the run of it. Every room that they would have came with magical conveniences that would seem outlandish to the village they had been in. There were even rooms to be bathed in and a myriad of CHOICES of alcohol. Rikki had even gotten every member a free one hundred gold tab for them to run out before they needed to pay. Rikki sent out several small, minor illusions to inform the people where to show up to. He had gotten four rooms for them to share, and was intent on Talingo taking the room with no one in it. He felt very...creeped out by that man.
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Talingo, much to his dismay, soon learned that the music wasn't just some annoying bardic tune and that it had magical properties. Thouroughly peeved at this, he dropped his Silence spell and used his lower arms to plug his ears. The man knew when to take advantage of magic when it was useful, but the one thing he hated about bards was the fact they had to make noise to be useful. Such a waste, in his opinion. As the large party road along, a majority of the noticed the speed at which they now traveled. They were so greatful that this speed ushered them towards a place of comfort. It would have been ages since they slept in a bed worth of peasants. As the music slowed off, Talingo unplugged his ears, now outwardly relieved from the torture, as he saw. The others were just happy to be dry. As they entered, Olgar was taken aback by this blue-skinned beauty before him. Never in his life had he encountered a female half-ogre, much less one of such staure and beauty. He couldn't fathom if this is what they all looked like. Being somewhat distracted, he veered off a little into Ront's horse. Olgar's steed shyed off a bit while Ront galred in confusion as to why Olgar just tried to run him into a crowd of people. Olgar looked so terribly ebarrassed that he sat up too straight in the saddle, following Rikki to the stables without another word or glance to anyone. However, Olgar wasn't the only one interested in this group. Taevillis sat horribly uncomfortable as her eyes laid upon the young drow male. She could feel her hands tense around the reins of the horse and her upper lip curl in disgust. She was almost ashamed of sharing the same space as one of... them. Just as expected, she whipped her head away from the male, pointing her battle scarre face slightly upwards. Once could say she would have drowned a few miles back... Ront, on the other hand being run off the main road and nearly into the interesting group that had so distracted his leader and love interest, noticed the food. GOD HE WAS STARVED. He could smell some cooked meat of some sort and his mouth just began to water. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing once he was off this walking sandwich. Belilah stayed quiet as she usually did and tookthe bugbear with her. She was a great babysitter for him since Daggit thought she was a fairy. A one eyed and drunk fairy... She got the beats some grub and got him off to sleep in one of the rooms that Rikki had wonderfully provided and she could figure that these rooms weren't paid for by the stuff occupying them alone! and made her way to the bar. She would spend her evening here, gathering as much information covertly as possible. Not saying it would be useful, but this was her way of justifying her addiction. As everyone headed out to explore this vibrant town on their own, Olgar made sure to seek out that ogress beauty. He just needed her name. That's all. So maybe, one day, when he wasn't some hired thieving hand, he could seek her out and maybe talk to her. Little did the ogre know that his secret admirer and his anti-religious views would totally work against him...
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Rikki took the down time to go and rest up, using a few healing cantrips on his fingers so he could earn some extra cash. He easily took to the comforts of the inn, going up to the top floor and stripping down to his skivvies so he could swim in the freshwater pool these people had. It was deep and wonderful, the soothing waters running down his body and keeping him very well amused. Ront would find the place with the food was not the only meat serving place in the town. There was one that served only magical beasts, such as cockatrice and displacer beast fare. The place where he had seen the party just had some rather mundane, but very reasonably priced food stuffs of all sorts. It was run by a rather gruff dwarf woman who was a day past needing a shave. Hey there, we have a special of a chicken stuffed with shredded lamb and covered in Haelig garlic sauce that most orcs tend to like. It comes with ale too. You want that, tuskie? She was oddly polite to a half-orc, and oddly polite for a dwarf. The seasonings were actually orcish in make too, unlike the orcsploitation fare that had been becoming popular in bigger towns. The group that had been viewed would be at a better priced and lower style tavern, the ogress sitting down with what appeared to be a human woman in her lap. She had one arm around the lady's waist, a big grin showing off that she hadn't inherited the tusks and fang many of her type did get. Her eyes were black as pitch though, hinting at ogre mage blood in her. The woman in her lap held a sandwich made of lamb and various vegetables, but unlike the rest of the band seemed to have no weapons on her. She did, however, have a big ogress holding her in a very knowing manner. The dark elf seemed to be oddly chipper and cheery for his kind, and was sitting next to a dour looking human. The human had the aura of something strange about him, and his great sickle was beside him. He didn't seem very happy and wasn't sharing in the merriment of the group. He also had a strange smell of brimstone about him, but the source couldn't easily be traced. The floating short woman was sitting on their table and was amusing some local kids by making literal shadow puppets out of their shadows and performing a play, her eyes happily taking in the joy of the group. She would be the first of them to notice Olgar when he came in, but paid him no heed. Half-ogres were nothing new to her.
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Ront was excited to get back to that stand. What ever it was that he smelled on the way in was the ONLY thing that was on his mind. As he approached the vendor, he was greated by a dwarf. She was pleasant, but female dwarves were always hard to look at for Ront. He felt very weird looking at a woman with thicker facial hair than he could ever imagine to grow. The food offering sounded damn fine! He wasn't one to turn down chicken, lamb, or anything smothered in garlic. Ale was just a bonus at this moment. Ront looked at her and barely nodded. His stomach was doing more talking than he was. With a moment of embarrassment and shame, he grabbed his tummy and smiled. Sorry about that. Haven't had any real food in quite some time. This is just... he smelled the air again, irresistable. By the gods. he said with a smile and a polite bow. He just couldn't wait to have those yummy animals sliding down his throat. Olgar, after unloading the horses properly into the designated rooms, decided he would seek the beauty out. He left their fancy inn, still a little leary about how these rooms were aquired. They were a bit too high profile for the ogre, but he'll be damned if they weren't comfortable. After much searching, he finally located the ogress and what appeared to be her traveling companions. He stupidly overlooked the human sitting in her lap in an all to familiar way. He should have seen this and understood, but his curiousity got the better of his common sense. Olgar looked at her with fleeting glances and noticed she had some how avoided getting the large tusks that he had. It made her all the more beautiful. He approached carefully, trying not to stare. Her traveling companions, however, were rather weird compared to what he was used to. Humans were typical, but a gloaming and a drow. He was a little puzzled, but then again, he couldn't judge. He had a half-blooded mercane with him. They weren't exactly great company either. As he got closer, he noticed the overall mood of the group. The drow was far too happy while the male human looked quite grumpy, to say the least. It seemed that all of them were in various states of happiness, save for this lone... and curiously strange human. Olgar thought about it for a moment more before remembering why he was here in the first place. Looking back to the ogress, he finally steeled up his nerves and spoke to her. Excuse me ma'am, but may I have your name? he said as gently and articulately as he could. If he stood any chance with such a wonderful woman, he sure didn't want to bungle it up with stumbling over the Common tongue.
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The dwarf lady grinned and hollered back at the back. HEY NEMIAH, WE HAVE YOUR SPECIALTY! From the back came a gruff, angry response, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU HAIRY SACK OF CRAP! I'M WORKING AS FAST AS I CAN! There were more friendly terse words and out of the back stepped a buxom, mid-twenties half-orc lady with an amble bosom carrying a good sized portion of food for Ront. She was colored a dark brown, showing off that she was mountain stock and here eyes were a surprising violet. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she looked very beautiful. Her left tusk was capped in gold and her right one bore a slight chip. Her ears were decorated with spikes of metal and jewels, showing off how much they made with this food. Oh, orc food for an orcborne. Finally someone who can appreciate the food. Here you go. She then gave him some rather sweet compliments in the orc tongue and handed him his food. In the tavern Lydaia looked at this other half-ogre and chuckled. She then decided to test him, My name is Lydaia, my rejected family name is Bloodreaver. I am a praetorian warrior secretary of the mighty Jergal, his white glove of the many filed bureaucracies of the dead. Pleased to meet you. She extended her hand, rather pleased to hopefully have someone to speak the ogre tongue too. She spoke it in a manner of someone who had learned it from a tutor, not a native speaker. Which was true as her father had left suddenly after she was born, rather disgusted that his true ogre blood could have conceived one such as herself. The woman in her lap looked up and grinned. I'm Mari. My name comes with no title, unlike this girl. Lydaia laughed and then brought Mari in for a very passionate kiss, rubbing their breasts together as she did so. The human barely perked up and the drow seemed to be completely okay with this show of affection from two women. Surprisingly, he had also not even flinched whenever a woman drew close to him or shown any of the tell-tale signs of male drow inferiority complex. The human grimaced and then spoke in a voice that sounded like rusty nails being gargled like a leper, You t-o, cease that. It is -ithout merit in this place. Look at the ga-kers you have dra-n to you. The human lady sighed and shook her head, Shut your trap, Marik. Just because you botched your rituals this morning doesn't mean you need to KEEP those foul things in you. Well, that explained the stench, the man was a binder and had failed his vestige appeasements of the day. The half-ogress sighed and turned back to Olgar, I am sorry. I just can't help myself around this lady. What is it that I can do for you?