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Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Another day of the Winter Solstice Market Festival, say that 3 times fast... For a few seconds there, before getting ready for going out, little young Anja was almost overcome by some of that, mostly unknown to her, girly instinct and had put on something 'nice' for a change, that was her father's word though, 'nice' meant 'proper' in all honesty, so that in itself kind of deflated the idea before it was even properly formed, she sighed to herself and saw no point in it, without her armor she'd feel naked, or as close as she could in this weather, she told herself it was too cold for a dress anyways So instead she threw on her gear, from the scale mail to the spiked gauntlet on her right hand, the winter clothes, because she hated the cold with a passion, the heavy combat boots and the fur cloak over her shoulders, she wasn't quite in uniform to the other Town Guards, so no one could accuse her of trying to blend in with them, yet, but she would be ready if anyone tried to act the fool, who knew, maybe she'd finally impress the Captain today, otherwise, at least she would feel slightly less awkward that usual, the thick leather trousers and the bulky gear always helped with that She closed the Door to the lonesome house that had never quite felt like home, even after all these years, since they moved in, and now even more with Dad gone to the War, a part of her mind was undeniably happy to go out, and yet another one was almost scared to do so, she didn't really have that many friends there, despite her time, Anja sort of figured she should feel like a towny already, yet a part of her still looked back at the Mountains and the Home Dad had dragged her away from, still uncertain about her own decision, the young dwarven girl dressed like a soldier made her way to the festival, half convinced she'd spend the day window shopping and people watching, yet half hoping she'd meet someone that would change that
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Taproot Phalien Had grown up in this village while the Market Festival was a highlight it was the only real highlight. Being bored out of his mind, He set out for the local tavern hoping to at the very least hear the latest gossip. Sitting there listening to all the gossip watching the bustling crowd he felt alone, people who he had once considered close friends looked at him with mistrust, either having heard what had happened or because of the markings that made their way up towards his face. Phalien nursed his drink and tried to consider his new future in what was quite possibly the most boring branch of magic he could think of. Crafting had it's dangers but not so many as the other schools, he would not accidentally blow something up, twist someones mind beyond repair, or summon another fiend from the abyss to kill his friends.... He quietly considered how all magic could still come with a fair amount of danger, he had dismissed his old familiar in favor of one who understood crafting a bit better and hoped that with it's council he could avoid any further mishaps. As another dark gaze turned his way Phalien sat up a bit straighter, he could not change the past nor would he bother to hide from it, he accepted the guilt and consequences of his actions and if the residence of his home town could not be bothered to see him as he used to be then at the very least they got the right of it. He played a bit with the items around the table making them move of their own accord and meet the gazes of those around him. He would not run , nor would he be intimidated by those who refused to understand, he would go forward and still be the best wizard he could if only to prove his teachers correct for not expelling him. Last edited Jul 12, 2018
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Lea Spellheart Taproot Inn Lea laughed at the drunken joke of one of the humans blowing off steam at the Taproot Inn. Sitting on the lap of another human, her small body teasing his arousal to a satisfying stiffness, before moving on to another at the table. The men were playing cards, and Lea was playing the men. It was an easy way to drink for free and to make sure no matter what happened in the boisterous barroom, she would have eager defenders if someone decided to try and take advantage of her small size and flirtatious manner. She was debating offering herself as part of the prize for this hand and take one of these to her room for the night but then she became distracted as she often did at a party. Her current distraction was the pretty young girl who seemed to work at the Inn, Leilah, she thought was her name. Lea had a way with finding troubled souls and for some reason was attracted to them almost to distraction. This one though she could tell would be difficult, but she often enjoyed a drink and a dance, perhaps that would be a good way to break the ice. Though Lea would need to dance on a table to be even remotely near eye contact with the Suli girl. Just as Lea was preparing to part company from the men at the table and try to approach Leilah, she noticed, almost felt the appearance of another troubled soul. This one a young man, a wizard from the looks of him. Lea could hardly think of a more unlikely couple, but she loved to play matchmaker even in the most unlikely of situations. She decided to head towards the newcomer, she could always get Leilah's attention by ordering a drink. She eyed up quite literally from her 3' height the human as she approached him, he was a pretty one to say the least, but his troubles were branded upon him deeply. She decided the direct approach would be best, barely letting him get into the Inn before tugging at his robe from about his waist. Hey there, I can talk or I can listen, buy me a drink and you can choose. She offered her most charming smile, though wondered if even her sparkling personality could penetrate the cloud that seemed to surround his very soul.
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Phyrra for her part had been traveling for up to six months before. Here at Phaendar she had found a people in need of relief from the stresses of war going on not that far south. So she had taken up the bard role, of dancing, and puppet shows. Entertaining those on the street, and sometimes in a tavern. And when she was really lucky she'd put on a private performance for a well endowed girl. And now the festival, as Phyrra started walking into the middle of town a fetching cute redhead earned her gaze. Two milky white pearls most of all. -She has to be related to Nalisa, the resemblance is uncanny.- Phyrra thought to herself. Hello there, traveler. She called to Linzi's chest. Heading to the fair? The lovely redhead called out sweetly.
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Town square Tamara Riek wonders into the town square from the forest. Today was one of the few days she could get the supplies she needed for cheap enough to not break her coinpurse. She wanders around the town square, her growing grizzly, Yumi, following behind her, but still able to cut the path before her to make walk easy in the busier then normal town. A bear had that effect on people after all. Some of the boys of the town braved the bear to come talk to the young woman, dashing in her armor as she was. Most of the young men who lived in the town had learned this lesson already, that who they thought was just the tough and handy young woman who thrived in the woods would need a night in town with a young man or woman every once in a while. Little did they know that she was packing something larger then many of them did, and that was much to the delight of many of the young women of the town. After getting the food and other basics she needed for the next few weeks, she sends Yumi away and makes her way around the town square, talking with friends that would rather avoid the bear. Last edited Jul 12, 2018
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

--The Taproot Inn-- The Taproot tended be one of the busiest spots in town, though for most of the year it didn't have much competition. During the festival, though, when all of Phaendar was teeming with guests, the tavern certainly didn't fall behind. There was no shortage of visitors and merry-making locals, and the Taproot was more crowded and lively than usual. A bearded man sitting at a table near the bar raised his empty tankard into the air, waving it to draw the attention of a lean, dark-haired young woman who was slipping past him. Hey, Leilah, can I get another? She sighed in exasperation, but snatched the tankard from his hand. I'm off fuh the night, she said, even as she turned around to fetch him another drink. Her accent was hard to place, but immediately set her apart from the locals. She made her way back to the bar and, placing her free hand down on the beerstained surface, vaulted over it. She gave Jet, the owner of the Taproot, a polite nod as she filled the man's tankard, then grabbed a wooden cup and filled it with wine. With drinks in hand, Leilah circled around the bar, rather than leaping over it again, and wove her way through the crowd. She maneuvered gracefully between the patrons, swaying back and forth like a dance--and regulars at the Taproot could attest that Leilah actually dancing was a sight to behold--and crossed the room without spilling a drop. Perhaps more impressive, to anyone who noticed the feat, was that she crossed the room without touching a soul. She didn't bump or jostle anyone, and expertly avoided even the most erratic of tipsy revelers. She set the tankard down in front of the bearded man, who opened his mouth to speak, but Leilah held up one finger to deter him as she lifted the wooden cup to her own lips. She kept her vivid blue eyes fixed on his as she drained the entire cup without pausing for air when it was empty, she flipped it over and set it on the table next to the beer. An tha'ss on your tab, yeh? She flashed the patron a smug grin, before swirling back into the crowd. She was off for the night, but it wasn't like she had anywhere in particular to go. The assorted vendors and performers could be exciting, she supposed, but Phaendar was also full of strangers right now. Not that she always got along with the locals, but even the ones she didn't like were familiar. She knew what she was getting into with them, knew what she had to watch out for. But all these other people... Leilah could deal with travelers, sure. A few at a time, on the familiar grounds of the Taproot. Where she could trust that Jet had her back, that Aubrin would protect her assuming the ranger was around. Maybe she would just... stay here, until the festival had passed. It was only a week. She could stay cooped up in the tavern for a week without losing her mind, right? Even as she tried to convince herself, she felt a wave of dread building deep in her mind. That was a resounding no, then. She had to leave sometime. Just... maybe not yet. Last edited Jul 12, 2018
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Walking towards the Inn from the bridge, Lolka was just staring at a bear calmly trotting away. Must be some kind of owned animal or a changed shape... she thought, then shrugged, wobbling her copious boobs. I wonder if there will be some good music and dancing this evening. What she really missed was her younger brothers, and all the fun they could come up with to trick her into smothering them with her cleveage. They had grown up nicely, and very-very close... But she could not have them fixating on her. Maybe a nice dwarf girl like that Hammerhand girl, Anja... she just need to be taught to grow up to her name! Lolka giggled, imagining the usually morose warrior girl hammering her hands on the two older boys hard members in a good way.
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Taproot Inn to Pheander Trading Company It was clear from the young man's response, or more accurately lack of a response, that nothing short of an overt enchantment would penetrate the cloud surrounding the brooding wizard. With the comely waitress off duty, Lea decided to give up on the tavern and explore more of the town. Her small height made that something of an adventure as she was almost constantly in danger of being trampled by the larger folk of the town whose quiet existence seemed to make up for a year's worth of dullness in just a few days. Wanting a break from the constant noise, Lea decided to head into the quietest place she could find, the Pheander Trading Company Last edited Jul 13, 2018
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Phaendar - Town Square The sudden aproach of Rhyna took the young dwarven girl by surprise, suddenly standing very straight, very stiffly, in more ways that one, a little hint of red showing up her cheeks just about as soon as the priestess came closer, Anja wasn't really the religious type, so usually she had very little reason to interact with the blond woman, which was all the better for her, at least, that's what she told herself, for despite her lack of feminin guiles, the rumors in a small town are trully unavoidable, and the young warrior had heard, in lurid detail, some of the better known escapades of the plain looking cleric and now her eyes couldn't help but inmediately go to the cleavege that was almost on her face, and imagine... W-well... Anja started slowly, with just a little hint of her dwarven accent, reminding herself a couple of heartbeats too late to look up at the other woman's face as she answered, something about the way that dress fit her, made the girl wonder about how easy it could be to remove, a smile coming to her lips as she shrunged, almost as if to emphasize her wonder at it all I just got 'ere But I'm not really good at these shindigs, never got anyone to talk too
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Phalien Taproot Rolls his eyes as the cleric takes center stage again knowing as the drinks continue the stories will get more and more ludicrous.
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Phaendar - Town Square Ever cheerful, Rhyna giggles a little as Anja stiffens up and grows a little awkward. She clasps her hands together at about her belt, her thin arms pushing her small, freckled breasts together. With a crooked smile on her face, she curtsies towards the dwarven warrior, revealing an inch more of cleavage, the small smirk forming at the side of her mouth suggesting that she may have done so on purpose. She speaks, still beaming, her voice soft and small. That's okay! You'll get used to it, once you've been to one festival here, you've been to them all! You seem like you're just looking for a bit of excitement. Is that true? -- Phaendar - The Taproot Inn Confident as ever, Aubrin finishes another story before stumbling off towards Leilah, sloshing down her sixth tankard of mead as she does so. As the crowd continues to push, and laugh, and jeer, Aubrin sits down beside her friend, taking a moment to herself. Another talespinner steps in the middle of the inn, while in the meantime, Aubrin glances towards her friend. You enjoyin' yourshhelf, hun? -- Phaendar - The Trading Company The heart of Phaendar is the trading post, where farmers, hunters, and artisans come to trade, and where travelers stop in to resupply. The store primarily sells seed, timber, farm supplies, and contracts for raw materials, but all sorts of odds and ends wind up in the small shop. The stone wall of the smithy is one of the oldest structures in the village, having once been part of a small fortress built to guard the road when the Chelish army first erected the Phaendar Bridge. The fort collapsed long ago and its stones and supports were looted to construct other buildings, but the town smithy still uses the original fortress forge. The current owner of the Phaendar Trading Company is the cantankerous and scheming local smith Kining Blondebeard. Despite her greed and lack of compassion, she lives up to the letter of agreements and turns out fine metal goods the town relies on. Most locals accept her inhospitable nature as a dwarf thing and leave her be. She rests lazily behind the counter within this dim shop, drinking from a bottle of potent spirits. Countless burn scars mar Kinings pale skin, and she keeps her iron-gray hair cut in a short wedge. Across from her, an attractive and rugged looking half-orc, clearly not from around the town, haggles with the dwarf. Once Lea enters, conversation drops, and instead the half-orc turns, rolling his eyes towards Kining before looking the halfling up and down. Oh, well, hello there. Aren't you a pretty little thing? Half-Orc
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Phalein Taproot During the switch in entertainment he gets up quietly going over to Leilah to request a pot of tea and a meat and cheese plate, he has already had alcohol tonight and drunk wizards make for messy spells. As he waits for his dinner he starts to perk up, perhaps things might not be so bad once he is done at the university he might be able to come back here and make a quite life for himself, maybe even convince aunt Kining, really his great great aunt twice removed, to allow him to enchant some of her items to bring in a profit for the both of them... The gods saw fit to ensure his life would not end that day so why not... He notices the Cleric who had just finished with her stories and while they were preposterous he wondered if she were drunk enough to actually explain what the markings that were burned into his flesh meant. He approaches Aubrin cautiously not wanting to give offense. Excuse me I was wondering if you would mind joining me at my table... I have some things I would like to discuss with you.
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Phaendar - The Trading Company Lea blushed at the compliment, a well practiced occurrence for just the right situations, despite her almost instinctive fear of orc-kin. He was after all a rather handsome male and his lustful ancestry offered potential. Why thank you kind Sir. She said with a smile and a small bow. Had they been anywhere near the same sight her bow would have given him a better view of her cleavage but in their case he was already in an almost perfect position to look down her low cut dress. Standing straight she barely came up to his waist but soon resolved the issue by climbing up onto a chair. Lea eyed the dwarf at the forge warily but then turned her charms back towards the half-orc. So with all the celebration going on, how do you get stuck in here working? She reached out and brushed a non-existent piece of dust from the half orc's jacket as an excuse to touch him, a small but well rehearsed ice breaker.
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

--Phaendar, The Taproot Inn-- Leilah smiled fondly at Aubrin as she approached, though she couldn't help wincing as the ranger slouched unsteadily into a chair. I think you've had enough to drink, yeh? Glad you're having a good time, but I don' think breakin' your nose falling over's gonna be much good fuh anyone. Can' even spin a good story ou' of that. She chuckled, leaning against the wall as she ran her hands through her long, dark hair. Well, if anyone could, it'd be you. An' yeh, I'm enjoyin' myself well enough I suppose. She frowned as Phalein approached and asked her for food. 'Cept that no one seems to get that I'm off fuh the night. Leilah reached up to rub her head. She knew, at least on some level, that she wasn't being fair. It wasn't as though she'd done much of anything to denote that she wasn't on the job. She was in the same place, wearing the same clothes, and so far she hadn't put her foot down when people asked her for service. She couldn't reasonably blame people for thinking she was still working. She was running out of reasonable, though. Especially where this man was concerned. She hadn't met him until recently, but she couldn't help hearing things. It happened when you worked in a tavern. He was a local, apparently, returned from his magic academy in disgrace. There was disagreement on what exactly had happened, but even just knowing he was a wizard was enough to set her on edge. Still, Leilah had waited on him politely enough while she was working Jet wouldn't have stood for her avoiding a customer over rumors. But she was on her own time now, and she could more or less do what she wanted--though she supposed Jet would expect her to at least be polite. And really, she knew she ought to do that anyway. He hadn't done anything, not that she knew for sure. Look, i'ss not much trouble to bring you a snack and a bit of tea, but I'm not gettin' paid for it, so i'ss on you to make it worth my while, yeh? Buy me a drink or somethin.
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

I did not realize you were off for the night I will go and ask someone else and get you that drink as an appology Phalien was obviously not wanted at that table so he went to Jet to request his meal and the drink for Leilah, resolving to talk to Rhyan in the morning instead.
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Greeted by a petite beauty--and a fellow redhead--saphire eyes took a wander over the bard's orm, then returned to her eyes. That I am. My name's Linzi, care to walk together? The mail bikini clad girl blinked a little bit when she realized the other girl's eyes were burried in her cleavage--like a couple of the younger teen boys. She laughed a little at the idea, then took the other girl by the arm. Come on. You're going to trip over a root if your eyes don't unfreeze. Last edited Jul 15, 2018
Thread: Ironfang Invasion: [Erotic, IC]

Oh right. Phyrra blushed as the pretty lady grabbed her arm. Hello, Linzi. Phyrra said taking her side, while her eyes kept flicking to the Paladin's chest. So Nalisa told me alot about you, but she carefully let out how fetching you are.
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Linizi grinned, leading the other girl to the market. Her cheeks heated in pleasure at the compliment. Oh, you know my sister? Wow, I've missed so much. What's your story?
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Oh not much of interest, just a bard making my own way in the world. Phyrra explains.
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Phaendar - The Trading Company The half-orc smirks a little as he leans back against the counter, affording himself a good, long look down the halfling's dress, greedily eyeing each soft curve. Illicit thoughts run through the man's consciousness as he visualizes, almost unintentionally, the sight of his thick, green member thrusting between her unusually large breasts. He shrugs as the halfling brushes a bit of dust off his jacket, his tusks on display as he bites his lip a little. He speaks, his expression one of confident self-assurance. Working? Ah, nah, not working. Just needed to make a few purchases before the festival's over, got a long road ahead of me. Then again, with how my luck's been around here, my boys and I might stay in town a little longer. Had no idea there were so many beautiful women 'round these parts. -- --Phaendar, The Taproot Inn-- Aubrin raises a finger as if to respond before promptly groaning, slumping in her chair woozily. Mm, think... Maybe that sixth tankard was enough...
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Phaendar - The Trading Company Lea could practically feel his eyes caress every curve of her small buxom body, his greedy lust fueling her own confidence. Sharp tusks giving her a thrill of danger which only heightened her own growing arousal. A long road with all boys sounds dreadfully dull, are you leading a caravan? She asked, her curiosity piqued by a thought of an easy route out of this backwater once the festival was over. Would be a pity to deprive your 'boys' of such delightful sites as can be found at the festival. She made a small shimmy that let her boobs jiggle enticingly. That's why I love festival, so full of surprises. She was bold enough to let her eyes wander as well, clearly liking what she saw. No need to even use her magic just yet she thought... Last edited Jul 18, 2018
Thread: Come play with me? The NEW and Improved Version!

Bumping. Hoping for some interest.
Thread: Come play with me? The NEW and Improved Version!

Bump. I think its been a week.
Thread: Come play with me? The NEW and Improved Version!

Bump. Mostly playing through messengers and discord these days, but will do threads or pm