Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

One day to the next was just like any other if one didnt have an ear to catch the little differences. Even in a time of war. People still worked with the tension that riddled them, wondering when the great change would come around like a bang. And then they'd keep working again. What did it matter whether it was an old king or a new one or something in between? The taxes could be as high or low as they wished and people would love and hate them all the same. That particular afternoon, where the sun had once again lost its light behind the thick gray clouds, she hardly had to strain hard to hear the ever raucous bark of the men change in their pitch. Lap dogs to a primitive and unruly society, they were. It didn't matter where they were from. Just the other evening they had taken a good portion of her earnings on another claim of their taxes. It wasnt the fact that she didnt pay them whenever she could avoid them, but rather, why should she pay at all? She earned her keep just like any other decent worker, and all they did was bully whatever susceptible townsfolk couldnt fight back. They probably weren't even from their city, but another. Considering her own profession, she had an image to uphold. One that was not only a woman, but a lovely example of one. It wouldnt do to have those rich dark red waves of silk hair pulled out like a dolls, or a black ring around her twinkling emerald eyes. Big, ugly, black and green and yellow bruises on a lucid tapestry of cream colored skin were ugly, too. It had happened before and she was more than careful that it wouldnt again. Not with those brutes at least. The last alley that she had made a sharp turn upon in the snow brought her in front of a notorious tavern, one whispered to be good for certain businesses. Her own was included. Without another thought she burst in, spotting the first person who could impress her that could hold their own, and who seemed a complete stranger. What did it matter if he was just another soldier? Oy Duncan! Her voice was out of breath but her tone was rich. Two golden meads for me an' the gentleman? The bartender cast her a wary eye but turned to fetch the order after she slapped two bronzes on the countertop. The woman brought in as much business as she did trouble ofttimes. She propped herself up to sit upon the same surface to follow, right on top of that bar counter, her thin wisp of a cloak falling to her elbows as she crossed one leg over another beneath her crimson skirt, bare feet on the stool beside the man where her sandals stayed on the floor. Cold day out, isnt it, stranger? she asked easily enough.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP The bar itself had been surrounded by a half a dozen young men, who by their garb were clearly part of the invading army that had occupied the city. The red and gold cloaks the group of them wore were distinctive in that sense. While the swords belted to each of their waists would surely clarify any lingering doubts as to their profession. However, with pints in hand, the slight colour in their faces and rather boisterous tone to their speech theyd been in the tavern for a while. The cut of their garb and the fact that their coats were made of good wool and their shirts of silk suggested a certain affluence to the group. Rarely is the appearance of an attractive woman missed by a group of men well into their cups. The arrival of a fetching red headed woman who proceeded rather directly towards them was certainly not such an exception. Whistles and a few lurid suggestions greeted her. Although as she sat down upon the bar before a rather tall, blonde haired fellow his blue eyes regarded her It is that, although there have been colder. But soon enough there will be enough snow to be keeping everyone indoors save when they need to leave. Given that the womans cloak slid open and her legs stretched out before him, his gaze strayed along her form in a rather lingering fashion. One of his comrades punched him playfully in the shoulder as he noted You make friends fast Sigmund. The blonde haired soldier turned his head towards his friend and responded And you dont Conrad? At least Im sober enough to know this girl is rather comely, can you say the same about yourself a few nights past? A rather teasing tone entered his voice at that retort. The darker haired young man offered a rather indignant snort as he remarked She did have rather incredible breasts. Sigmund offered a bemused grin as he noted Is that all you have to say in your defense. Conrad simply grinned and noted I was drunk and it was dark! Thats all I really recall. Conrad and the rest of Sigmunds drinking companions seemed to drift off to a table a ways away with only a few parting suggestions as to what ends he should put the flame haired woman in front of him. With his friends drifting, his attention returned to the woman in front of him. A grin graced his lips as he regarded her and inquired And who are you? I really should be able to put a name to a beautiful face. Sigmund himself stood slightly over six feet in height. His shoulders had a rather broad breadth to them, and possessed a muscular form rather appropriate to his profession. A strong jaw and cleft chin were paired with rather brilliant blue eyes and golden locks of hair to give him a handsome appearance. The lateness of the hour left his cheeks and jaw with a measure of golden stuble colouring his visage. A red coat and white shirt seemed to compliment the cloak he wore along with a black pair of rather snug britches and black leather boots.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP It was cold as ever, as always, despite her chosen topic for idle conversation, but her cheeks were flushed. She seemed to be dressed well enough. For a commoner. Her skirt was velvet and her top, long sleeved and low collared, was an ebony wool. Coarse, but warm, and her pale skin withstood it well enough. It was also just barely thick enough to mask the pertness of her torso beneath its snug confines. It was duly noted by him, she was certain. The woman grinned down at his reply, a favorable one, and took a careful draw of the refreshing draught once it was set before them to ease her parched throat. He had a pleasant tone to him, she noted, during an exchange of banter between the men which she listened to with a faint curve of her lips. Or at least she pretended to listen. Once they had decidedly drifted away, her fingers waving a small ta-ta, she leaned forward on her knee to devote her attention. As well as give him a better view of her cleavage. A slender and smooth finger traced the roughness of his jaw line, if only for the briefest of moments. She appreciated his flattery. Even if she had heard it before, the woman never minded too much to hear it again. Sarka. She gave him. Pleasure t'meet you, mister Sigmund. I'm sure the pleasure is, or perhaps will be, mutual. After the intimate little introduction, she sat upright again and sipped at her mug. Terrible stuff, but it would be a shame to waste it when they took money for it. You all to be finishing this little war soon? Or do ya like to be snowed in all winter with good company? The lord over that city and their lands was weak but stubborn. No sooner had she begun to deepen her charm did the door burst open again, this time with a ring of three lowly soldiers in its wake. They were outfitted differently, drab and gray. Maybe they really were part of the city and tax collectors. Not part of that gold and red troupe, anyway. There she is. The leader pointed with his sword, Thought you could just get away again, did you, Sarka? The woman sat upright and frowned as she turned towards the interruption. Cant ya see Im busy? Catch me tomorrow and youll have more to take, wont you? Come on then, love, lets get somewhere more private. She suggested to the man, hopping down from her seat. Hey, Duncan huffed roughly at the lot of them, catching that underlying storm. I dont want another brawl in my tavern over a stupid broad, got it? Take it outside. Oh Duncan, how you flatter me. Sarka told him sardonically, downing the rest of her drink. One eye watched the three approach. We paid already, see, A scraggly, dark haired man explained reasonably enough to the soldier. They ignored her indignant scoff. So unless you want to be scammed, too, best let us have what we're due.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP Sigmund had noted the flush to the womans cheeks and indeed in a more detailed fashion the manner in which her dark top hugged against her chest. He had an eye for detail to be sure and there are just naturally parts of the female anatomy that draw the eye. The blonde haired soldier had scooped up his own tankard and brought it to his lips, he tilted it back to take a rather large gulp from it. That honeyed liquor lingered on his tongue as his eyes strayed along her form in a rather hungry fashion. Naturally Sigmund appreciated the improved view of her cleavage as she leaned in towards him. A smile graced his lips as he felt the softness of her touch along his jaw. He was soon aware that her name was Sarka. Oh it is a pleasure to meet you, and perhaps it will be even more so shortly enough hmm? He chuckled softly and shook his head slightly as he remarked No I dont think this war is over anytime soon. We were sent here to win, and while weve captured a lot of land we havent finished conquering. Were here till the spring at the very least when well be in the field again. His hand drifted to slide along her leg and then upwards along her thigh. Good company always helps to pass those long winter nightskeeps you warm too. An irritated look crossed the blonde haired soldiers features as three men stormed into the tavern and disturbed his acquaintance with the woman before him. He didnt know what they were suggesting that shed tried to get away with, nor did he really seem to care. However, he rose to his considerable height and his hand slide to the pommel of his sword. Blue eyes turned to the three men whom had entered and he regarded them rather menacingly. Whether it be the tax collectors office or simply soldiers of the line they knew a noble when he rose up with his hand on his blade and an irked look about him. Sigmund growled Get out of here now. Leave this woman alone from now on, if you both her youll answer to me got it? Which lead to some rather embarrassed scraping and yes milords. The soldiers looked rather surly and irked at being deprived of their sport. One of them seemed to peer at Sigmund and muttered Say isnt that the .. But he was drowned out by one of his fellows bemoaning how they were being deprived their due. The scraggily haired fellow muttered plaintively But we already paid, its not fair. The nobleman tossed him a silver coin Go find yourself a girl somewhere thats not in my sight..now leave before I have to draw my sword and make you wish youd left peacefully. With a coin clasped in a greedy hand he turned to depart with the others. With her pursuers sent packing Sigmund turned back towards Sarka and with a slight grin asked Now where were we hmm? He lofted a brow to her as he leaned in towards her and let his hand slide to rest against her hip. Blue eyes lingering in her green orbs as his interest in her was rather obvious at this point.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP She was very pleased with how the entire ordeal had been handled. It was a sure thing that Duncan must have thought so, too. As prime a candidate that the soldier had been sitting down at the bar among his comrades, he was much more intimidating when he chose to be standing upright. The three rats that had stolen into their moments were finished before they had begun. They were both spineless and foolish that they had approached them at all. Hadn't they even seen the similarly outfitted troupe sitting in the same room? Obviously, Sarka had chosen well. She knew it for a fact in the color of the coin that was tossed out and squandered away. She didn't know when those same three would be back to torment her. It wouldn't be for a while and that was all that mattered for the time being. The woman wasn't exactly petite, but the crown of her head just cleared the man's shoulder when he rose up at full height. She stood with a hand at her waist watching the other men leave, feeling quite well, before he called for her attention with his touch. Dark eyes turned over to him with her form as the corner of her lip quirked. Where? She echoed, knowing his interest was as good as gold by now if it hadn't been before he could glance down her shirt. Why don't you decide, Sigmund? One hand touched the knuckles over her hip before entwining his fingers, her other hand playing with the collar of his soft silk shirt.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP It was indeed apparent that the only person more relieved than Sarka that the soldiers had been driven out of the premises without any blood being shed was the Innkeeper. He seemed to let out a deep breath and filled up Sigmunds mug with a brief on the house before returning to polishing the countertop. Sigmund seemed relatively satisfied to have ended the situation without actually having to fight these other soldiers. Although his irritation was apparent as he watched them depart. As she regarded him with green eyes and a quirked lip the blonde haired man offered her a roguish grin. Where? I think upstairs was where we were then. He said rather suggestively. He let his arms seek to slip around her waist drawing her closer towards him as he closed the distance between their forms. His larger stronger body soon rested against her. He tossed a couple of silver coins towards the Innkeeper who was wise enough without as prompting to know exactly what the young man was paying for. He pressed a key into the soldiers hand and remarked Fifth door on the left. Evidently he was polite enough to avoid something that might be teasing like to the victor goes the spoils. Although who knows what the fellow was thinking. Sigmund, however, had but one thing on his mind at this point. His hands grasped Sarka by the waist and he lifted her from her feet. He cradled her towards his torso as he began to carry her towards and up the stairs. The bemused catcalls of his fellows sounded as they offered him a variety of suggestions as to how he might proceed to amuse himself with this nights favour. He seemed to ignore them responding with only a grin. He carried her rather swiftly up the stairs and then down the hallway, glancing down at the key in his hand to see the number of it. Upon finding the correct door he would naturally unlock it. Thereafter, carrying her within and shutting the door behind them with a solid thump.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP The unpleasant little interruption by her former pursuers didn't seem to put a damper on their intentions or closeness. The curves of her form melded to his as they went side by side. She couldn't help but to glance back at the coins that were left behind for Duncan, or pass the dour expression the man wore a wink. She had just earned him another renter for that tavern and inn and he knew it. In a way the man could be considered a friend to her. In the sense that he was a long time acquaintance and she irked him to no end. She sang a surprise little 'Oh' at being swept up and away. Her form might as well have been weightless in his arms for all show his sword displayed in his field. An arm went around his neck while she waved good-bye to their chorus, blowing a single kiss over his shoulder where a few silly and drunken men humored her by catching and mock fighting for it. It amused her enough to bring about a soft chuckle. Sarka knew exactly where they were going, which room and what was in it. For what he had paid, it was one of the much finer ones. She hadn't been there in quite some time. The bed was actually stuffed to its proper fullness with a soft and fragrant straw, the furnishings complete with drawers and a vanity and wash basin. Maybe if the wars went well and the economy improved for the Faulkon Inne, they'd even bring in a full length mirror. An ivory folding screen stood at the corner of the room. But the highlight was the simple copper tub that rested in its own niche, good for one luxurious warm bath. Not hot, but plenty warm enough compared to frigid well water. Her fingers worked along the clasp of his cloak when the door fell to a close behind them, letting it flutter to the floor. The tension in her feet, having kept her toes up to have her sandals hooked and carried, , relaxed, leaving two little thuds upon the faded rug. Once her fingers worked away the upper two buttons of his shirt, her lips began to kiss and nip playfully at his exposed neck. Maybe she would actually adore to enjoy this one.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP The innkeeper could likely also rejoice that the soldier had sprung for one of his better rooms. Although the inn offered nothing palatial in its comfort level, some were most certainly more passable than others. Although a soft bed, a furnished room and a warm bath were more than one expected in most inns. In that sense Sigmund had clearly overpaid as the room itself was hardly the attraction as far as he was concerned. Sigmunds eyes had briefly taken in the aforementioned contents of the room. Although it was but a brief distraction before his blue orbs returned to her form. His cloak soon slid down to the floor as he felt the touch of her lips to his neck. His hand moved to rest against her thigh, cradling her in towards his chest as his other hand slid to her cheek and tilted her head up towards his own. His neck craned downwards as his lips pressed to her own, crushing them against her. His mouth rather greedily pressed against her lips, as he began to carry her over towards the bed as she began to undo his shirt. A grin graced his lips as he moved across the room with her. As he set her down upon the bed his hand slipped to his waist as he undid his sword belt and rather carefully lowered it to the floor. Then with his weapon set aside hed seek to slide atop of her. A smile gracing in lips as he leaned in towards her, golden locks of hair strayed along his temples as his eyes gazed into her own. His hand slide to her thigh and drifted upwards towards the sweet swell of her ass. His hand pressed into her flesh as his lips sought hers out once more. His other hand tugged upon the dark wool shirt she was wearing. His lips parting from hers long enough to note I think well manage to keep warm without you wearing that. He winked to her as he sought to drag the garment upwards to bear her torso to his hungry eyes.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP His kiss was nothing tender and slow, portraying instead what she had done with her work thus far to stir his passion. She returned it to encourage it, of course, pursing her rose lips to seek his when he leaned into her. He treated his weapon with respect with the carefulness that he handled it to set it aside and focus upon her. Men treated their tools, and their women, in all different ways. She had experienced a number of them, and was quite ready for most of them. Sitting upright upon the bed, Sarka leaned back upon an arm as he began to straddle her thighs, her free hand drifting up to touch his cheek as they kissed, she nipping at his lips. Her skirt rode over her pale legs as his hand wandered upward, her weight shifting to allow his broad palm to partially cup her seating. She could feel the chill of the cool room against her warm abdomen when he next began to pull her shirt. Ill leave that to you, she grinned with his remark, though she helped with the shirt itself. Arching her knees behind his thighs to balance her, Sarkas hands crossed over the higher hem of the garment before working it upward, lying back upon the bed and arching her back as it progressed past her shoulder blades. Her breasts were full and peaked with a pearl pink nub upon each snowy peak, hardened from the temperature and attentiveness. Once the shirt had helped to sweep her hair aside, spreading the tendrils over the blue-gray covers like an exquisite fan, she brought her arms back to cross beneath her chest. The woman smiled coyly as she deepened her cleavage below him. You wouldnt just so happen to have a gold coin amongst all those silvers, would you, Sigmund? She thought to ask amongst her light and easy pattern of breathing.
Thread: [Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Re Medieval RP She had indeed managed to get Sigmund impassioned about what was to follow. Although undoubtedly having him stare down a number of interlopers in a territorial way hadnt hurt either, after all between a shapely female form rather seductively beckoning to him and testosterone charged threats of violence if others didnt comply with his wishes, his body was in a rather primed state. His lips responded to her own rather firmly, kissing her as they shifted about on the bed. As he pushed her skirt upwards and let his hand wander along her thigh, he found her rather obligingly seeking to bare her chest to him as well. Naturally his eyes were drawn to the luscious mounds of her chest as they were slowly bared to him. Those perfect globes with beckoning pink nubs fascinated his eyes as he gazed upon them. His form shifted as he elected to pull her skirt down along her legs and off of her to leave her entirely naked as opposed to bunching it about her waist as had seemed his original impulse. With several buttons of his shirt already undone he decided that he should be rid of it as well. His fingers fumbled with the other buttons as soon the silken garment was fully undone and tossed down beside the side of the bed. Leaving his rather muscular torso bared to her. Its rigid form with chest and abdominals all cut to perfect definition was displayed along with brawny arms possessed of bulging muscles from hours of sword work. His hand slipped down to undo his belt, slowly unbuckling it as his body lay atop of her. His head craned down towards her to kiss her rather hotly as he continued to strip away his own garments. As she asked after coins his hand shifted from his belt to slide into his pocket. His hand returned with a quartet of gold coins. Teasingly one was rather slowly set down upon her lips. A second one was placed upon her throat and the final two left upon each perfect mount of her chest. A bemused glimmer was present in his eyes as he leaned in to press his lips to her throat. His mouth pressed against soft flesh as his hips rocked in towards her before he slide out of his both his pants and undergarments. His lips had a teasing smile as he murmured And I think that much gold regularly buys you for the better part of the winter doesnt it? His hand pressed to her thigh and then slowly strayed upwards along it. His blue eyes gazed down into her green orbs. His cock was rigid as it now brushed against her thigh. Its stiffened form slide along soft skin and shed feel its warmth as it lingered near the lips of her sex. His hips rocking down against her as he let it rub against her but not yet enter. He kissed her as he murmured Do you think you can keep me amused? If you can there is more gold in it than that.