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Thread: A Reluctant Pact (RetroXBlueLurker)

His character was far better than what she had first assumed. This man had presented himself as a lewd, womanizing bastard that was only in this deal to get as much coin as he could and, perhaps, a chance to get into her knickers. Now, the more he spoke, the more she realized that he wasn't like that. At least not entirely according to the way he told the story. Whether or not that was bullocks was difficult to tell but, for then, she was going to believe in him. I was more so expecting to hear how you deflowered the young woman you saved from the horrible arranged marriage. she told him, an amused smile cracking across her angelic features. It is good to know that you don't always take advantage of beautiful creatures. How very clever the owner was to hide an extra key to the front of the store in the dirty of a flower pot. There were no keys at her mother's mansion. Guards had protected the entrances of the illustrious home. There was no need to keep it locked because that protection lasted twenty-four hours a day. Or, at least, it had before that blasted Lord Firk had claimed her land. The entered the shop and while he thought the owner had done quite well for themselves, Laerthea was endeared by the store's quaint appearance and rustic apparel. She looked at the various leathers and armors, frowning slightly. It was what the common folk wore when they traveled and that was what she had to be. Still it wasn't all that bad now that she looked at it. The stitching was nice and, at least, it would be durable. She finally picked out a few skirts that would fit her, a dress to go over those skirts, chemises, a leather overcoat, and tougher cloak. She looked over her shoulder just in case. After all he said he wouldn't look but she did not know if he would keep to his word with something like that. I am sure this will be fine for now, she told him as she slipped out of her velvet cloak and robes. If he by chance did take a gander at that moment he would have been greeted to a lovely sight. She was wasn't as skinny as most elves but she was slender while possessing the curves of her human blood. Her skin was pale and without mark and her body was hairless except her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. She dressed quickly, however, grunting as she tried to lace the bodice over her chest.
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He wasn't looking at her- out of all the surprises, he was actually keeping his word. He'd been down at the end of the store, unknowingly in her line of sight. He'd shed the patched and stained leather armor, and had even shed his boots, standing there in only the leather pants as he intently tested a seam or three with his fingers. It was fairly obvious he'd been in a few battles- his back had its share of scars, including one that seemed to still be recently healed over. If she really thought about it, it would have fit with one of those patches upon his armor. He wasn't overly muscular or anything- you'd never catch him half-dressed with a huge weapon, that was for certain- but he was in decent shape. He draped one of the less battle-scarred suits over his arm and then knelt down, checking out the boots that were stacked upon the ground. On the leg sticking out behind him, however, was a bandage that took up most of his right calf- one that was still tinged with a little red upon it, but nothing that looked recently fresh. As he knelt there, he seemed to be lost in thought, pulling one set out, checking them, and then setting them aside. This continued for a bit as he looked for one, not really aware of anything else. He seemed to find a pair, and as a result, he set them down, stood, and stretched, trying to work the kinks out as he picked up the suit and began to wriggle into it. He pulled it down and cinched it tight, and THEN he'd turn around, not really expecting what he saw. Uh... um... you need any help? I'm kind of experienced with the laces part, myself... Then again, some things would never change, would they?
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Although she would not admit to it, even if he confronted her, she stole a glance over her shoulder when the frustration of lacing her bodice became too much. What she saw was not a bad sight. Surely he wasn't too muscle bound but he was toned and clearly strong. The scars only enhanced his masculinity. Despite her snotty behavior, she much preferred a man willing to be a little rough and tumble. Um... yes, she said, shaking her head. I always had a maid to do things like laces and latches. Which was true. It was nearly impossible to lace one's corset alone. With how tiny elven girdles were, she sometimes needed to maids to pull her in completely to meet the same appearance as the rest of her race. The truth was that, beyond her mother and a few, selected servants, no one knew Laerthea's true heritage. There were tricks here and there to hide the fact that her blood was not fully elfish. Don't lace it too tightly though. I should be able to breathe freely so I can chant to cast my spells. Also... I don't want my chest to be on full display here. I may have to dress like a peasant but I am not going to lewdly show off my body like most of those wenches do.
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Sure... just tell me when. He'd walk over and take up the laces, fingers accidentally brushing up against the material. He'd tug on it, pulling it tighter until she gave the okay that it would suit her needs, and would tie it off, almost tucking the slack of the laces inside- before pulling his hands back. There... he breathed, with a little smile as he regarded his handiwork, then stepped back. Well... it's too bad. You look, um... really good in that. If you need it, I'd be willing to help you when you need it- but you could stand to loosen it a little- all kinds of surprises could be tucked inside there- a knife, maybe something else... it's up to you. Every advantage you can get is a good one- even if you might be a bit squeamish about it, it's worth it if they never, ever see it coming. His face was a little red- blast it all, he hadn't blushed since... well, since the first time he'd entered a tavern. Do you need help with anything else? He'd walk back and put on the boots, drawing the right one up gingerly, with a wince- that one got laced tighter than the left one. Once that was done, he kicked the toe to make sure of the fit, and adjusted it until everything was comfortable. We'd better hurry... I don't know how... long we have until sunrise- I'd like to be out of town a good way before the heat comes on. If we can make it to a forest, we should be good if we keep in the trees and press onwards- you can't ride through a good, densely packed forest, wich gives the chased people time to get away and lose them. Well, at least he hadn't blurted out totally what he was trying not to- 'I don't know how... long I could keep myself from saying or doing something that either I- or you, but mostly I- would regret trying.' He walked away, towards the weapons, and selected a couple of things for himself- a second blade, a few spare knives, and for her... two long knives, one short dagger, and a knife with a pared-down hilt that was more than likely going to earn him a bolt when he told her where it went. Well, he'd been good, so maybe... she might let it slide. He hoped she would, at least.
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The young half elf wondered why his face was so red. She was sure that he had his fair share of girls and doing something as simple as lacing a bodice wasn't that big of a deal. She gave the signal for him to stop by waving her hand. It was tight, the metal eyelets overlapping each other, making her chest pop almost uncomfortably up. I suppose I need a good staff. she said, turning away from him to look around. I won't need a dagger if I can properly channel my energy. Using a staff wasn't a requirement. Many magic users preferred, in fact, using a smaller weapon in addition to their magic instead of a glorified piece of wood. Laerthea wasn't physically powerful but her magic was something special. She fancied the idea of being able to give more umph to her spells. Her eyes lit up when they landed on a large oaken staff with a violet crystal cluster affixed to the top. That would be perfect! She scrambled towards it like a child who had spotted a favorite toy. Something so lovely in appearance must have been quite potent. Even before she wrapped her hand around it, she could feel the pulse of energy radiating from the item. Yes. That felt whole to her. The weight of it was rather hefty and she could not spin it around like she had her daintier staves she used during her lessons at her mother's house. This felt better than that. Plus, if it came down to it, the thing would likely make a good cudgel. I am alright now. My boots are fairly well made. Unlike most ladies, I do not wear slippers. I find them the most useless tripe of footwear ever invented.
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He would nod, and finish his selections. He'd wander over to her, hlding a few small weapons in his hands. Hmmm... I still think you should take a few of these. I mean, well- a sharp edge is nothing to sneeze at, and usually it's always handy to keep access to something for an emergency- the feeling of a nice, sharp edge prodding some protruding offender is a great way to get someone to behave. Not to mention they can go just about everywhere. He indicated the longer daggers. These would go in the tops of your boots- sort of like mine. At the very least, I'd recommend it. He sat those two aside, and pulled out the shorter dagger. This one would go at the small of your back. A nice, hidden weapon, because most people only thihnk they're up against what they can see. Wait until they get close, then pull it out and stick it deep. They'll be too busy trying to understand how they misjudged you- until you do it again and they keel over. Here it came... he set down the knife and held up the one that had been pared down to little more than a small knife and simple, slender hilt. This is the one I'm going to insist you carry- yes, it goes where you think it goes, right up front. It's an emergency weapon- if you're rather... indisposed, and a rather pickled barfly decides he wants a quick squeeze- He'd actually raise a hand and touch her breast, giving it a quick squeeze through the material before jumping back- -you'll have to make a statement to keep him from messing with you- not to mention the others who are looking out for beautiful women who can't defend themselves. You don't want to end your days in some far-off ruler's harem, wearing silk and seed, would you? Oh, he shouldn't have said that. The image popped into his mind, and it took him a second to shake it off. But he bet she'd look better in blue or green silk, anyways. I insist you take them and wear them. Either you're going to put them on, or I'm going to tackle you to the ground, hold you down, and put them on you. You'll thank me later- even if you only use one to threaten to cut off something important. I can teach you how to fight with one when we get to a place we can stop for a while. Now, are you putting them on, or do I get a reason to come close to you again? It was a calculated risk- either she'd take his advice, or he'd get a chance- mind you, just a chance- to put his hands on her. There was an easy smile on his face, and it was tough to tell if he was being serious or not. But he still held up the slender dagger, hilt first, waiting for her reaction.
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He wanted her to carry a lot of blades. One in each boot, one strapped to her back, and another right between her breasts. She was shocked that he did not mention strapping some to her thighs and arms. If there were daggers small enough she was sure that he would insist that each finger and toe be covered in them, just in case. Her pupiless violet eyes rolled. Instantly her eyes widened, however, as he grabbed one of the orbs on her chest and gave it a firm squeeze. She gripped the staff tightly and played around with the idea of cracking it against his skull for touching her in such a manner. Her body was, after all, the only thing that she had remaining that was truly hers. Knowing that someone else could touch it like that rankled her to no end... and drove his point home effectively. A scowled crossed her features. I can do it myself, sir, and I will remind you to keep your hands where they belong. Your point was well taken without that hands on demonstration. With a quick hand she snatched the knives up and slipped them into the places that he told her to put them. She stuck them in her boots and between her breasts, only asking for assistance for the one that would go on her back. Since we are properly outfitted we should head out of town. Other supplies can be bought in other places. We won't have much time to get out of the vicinity of this city. I would rather not be caught within three hours of my adventure... erm, our adventure now.
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He nodded, a small grin on his features as he slipped the dagger in behind her. Indeed. Three hours isn't a lot of time, and we'll want to be far away before the search starts. He'd rush over and shoulder his own equipment, as well as taking as much of hers that he could carry comfortably. All that was really left was a small pack that he couldn't find anywhere to hook, so it would be up to her to carry it. I'm trying to keep you mobile... your biggest asset- besides that body- is for you to be able to manuver and hit from many odd angles. I can move fast enough- just keep that body bouncing and I'll get them off you as soon as I can. He unlocks the front door, and ushers her out, closing it behind them as he heads for the nearest gate out of the city. His eyes scan up and down- if this Firk is like anyone else with a bit of evil, he'd jump the gun and try to catch his prey napping. Good thing you didn't take me up on those advances in there... they might have found us still going at it on a pile of fur cloaks, or something... not a very distinguished way to be caught, I would think... but at least we would have had some fun, right? He spotted what he was looking for- an open gate, just beckoning the two of them into the great outdoors. Well... looks like we'd better go while the getting is good, yes? He would take her hand and begin leading her towards the gate, not really listening to whatever protests she had- more than likely they'd be looking for a single female, in some of the finest clothing available. Nobody would question two adventurers, out on a quest to explore the wilderness. But all that mattered was getting clear and disappearing. If you have anything to say, it can wait until tonight. We'll work off some of that tension you seem to be carrying around, too- a little physical activity clears the mind, and the body. There's just one thing that I want you to understand... he said, turning to her- still holding her hand. If it looks like we're going to get overwhelmed, promise me you'll run, and never look back. There are are a few things I'd rather not anyone see... and a messy death at something's hands is one of those things. Swear it, Thea. I'm just the handsome wall of leather and armor in front of you. But you have to survive- and if that means... well, swear you'll run. There's a difference between fighting for a cause and throwing your life away. He'd wait until he got an answer, not moving.
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All of the sexual jokes made her purse her lips. Not only would she not be caught dead romping around with that man in a pile of anything, the very idea of intercourse with anyone repulsed her. Because of her high station in life she had known that she would likely marry for political purposes instead of love. The Bloodline was, therefore, extremely protected. Meaning that she could not copulate with anyone before she was married and afterwards only with her husband until an heir was produced. Laerthea was a virgin. She walked out as he held open the door, wondering what was going to happen to them. This was all so swiftly happening and it had effectively taken her mind off of Lord Firk. However as she left out into the brisk night air, not feeling nearly as chilly in her skirts and equipment, her mind could not help but travel towards the dastardly man. I hope he does not send men out early for us, she said in a hushed whisper. I would not put a past a man who used magic to manipulate simpletons to try and get the upper hand by balking out of our deal. Though, really, there was some honor to Lord Firk. Like he promised he would not send out men to capture them until the dawn of the third day broke. However he did not promise not to send scouts after her to track her every movement. Which he did. Unseen in the shadows a man moved like a wraith following them with phantom like grace. Yet Thea did not notice the man. Instead she noticed what her new partner had said and felt instantly touched by it. You shouldn't die for me. We barely know one another and, really, it would be a waste if both of us were to perish because of a madman. Now, you have to promise me something. If I am to fall before you, I want you to continue on. At whatever cost there is Firk needs to be stopped.
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As long as you let me know what we're after, I'll do what it takes. Besides, as soon as he figures out you've got a companion, well, that puts me right out there with you. He paused for a second, and continued. If the worst happens, well, you can be sure there would be one person who'd do his damnedest to make people remember you existed- even if he had to scream it from the rooftops. I swear you won't be forgotten, and I'd carve it out of Firk's tripes. He gave her a grin- genuine, this time, and tugged her hand. Come on, we'll have to get going. Time's wasting, and if we're going to swear to continue on after the other falls, we should do it where we're not going to be overheard- or where they might have a chance to make us honor that right before we begin. He'd nod, then turn, dragging her out of the gate and into the open world. If he noticed the scout trailing them, he didn't give any indication. If they did something obvious to draw attention to themselves, he'd definately be all over it. So, I would think we should just pick a direction, and start running. The important thing isn't that we leave, but that we make sure we're safely away before we start discussion on where we go next. I wouldn't put much of anything past Frik- he may not be trying to capture us, but at the same time, it says nothing about following or killing. Holding her hand, he'd break into as much of a run as he could, dragging her along for the ride.
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Well, wasn't he the dramatic one? The lovely young blonde couldn't help but chuckle beneath her breath. It was clear that he was still a youth in his race. He waxed poetic about making sure that she would be known after her death and acted as though what they had was a whirlwind romance. Though, really, she had no room to think wistfully about the silliness of youth. She, herself, had only reached maturity for her race three years prior which meant that, if she were human, she would only be a few years older than he. Despite her 'knowing' better, she was still rambunctious and adventurous. Well, the quickest way out of the Providence is to the East--OOOPH! Before she could properly explain that their best option was to go to the East, he was pulling them in the northern direction. Which was alright, too, but the Northern folk were far more barbaric and less likely to help them. The Eastern people, however, had laws that protected travelers or rouges for simply claiming sanctuary in a village. Oh well! It was the start of something new and exciting. The man could barely contain a snort himself as he heard the ridiculous explanation giving by the hired hand. Had that boy really fallen for the spoiled brat so quickly? Looks were apparently everything to humans. Though, he had to admit, the blonde wasn't that bad to look at and would likely make a pretty penny if she were given to the slave trade. The hooded man thought on this as he followed after like a swift shadow.
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He'd keep looking back at her, making sure she was keeping up with him. He'd continue to push until they were well out of sight of the city walls- and then stopped, looking back. This ought to be far enough... I don't think you could make out obvious details from this distance... and if anyone saw us leave, they'll claim we went north- that way, all the searchers are going to assume we went to seek aid up there. Now that we're out of sight of the walls, we'll head for the border- which I think is to the- east, I believe... we'll have to cut through some pretty heavy cover, but as long as you don't lose sight of me, we'll be fine. Just keep youe ears and eyes open, and we'll be fine. He reached around and pulled an arrow from his quiver, and with a little effort, snapped it near the head. He'd toss it ahead of them on the trail, leaving a not so obvious path- more like a bait to any would-be follower. All it would take would be someone finding that arrow, and it would be enough of a find that he hoped it would pull the search north of them. Blue and white wasn't an uncommon combination, but given that it was only a matter of time before they were found out to be traveling together, the more obvious trails he could lay behind them to sow confusion, the better. He would pause for another second, and then lead her off to the east. How long do you think it'll be before sunrise? I mean, you know what they say- sunlight erases shadows, not having shadows to hide in is going to make it hard for anyone to follow us and not get noticed. Just wish we had a light, though... oh, well, hope you don't kill me for this... He'd embrace her in a hug, placing his lips near her ear so he could speak quietly. Before you kill me, this is too obvious. I don't believe for a second we got away clean- so look for anything out of the ordinary- any sounds, any shadows if you can see them. My eyes aren't that hot in darkness, so it's up to you. Care for a friendly wager as to what our possible tail is after- you, me, money? Everything's on the table, Thea, so don't be shy. Loosen up and live a little, why don't you? He'd pull away, awaiting her reaction. He only hoped she wouldn't kill him before she looked. He only wished that she'd warm up a little. Maybe an opportunity to see what he could do might change that...