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Team. A team was like a clan, was it not? With a few key differences: they weren't as thick as thieves, more like the consistency of runny porridge - but! - they were all in it for the coin, that was the same. Close enough. She didn't need a family, she needed a couple of musclemen and mages who could get her into the catacombs. She'd been casing the place for weeks, lurking about the grounds and interviewing villagers. Apparently, a bandit king had been buried in a sanctum there, wanting to be laid to rest near where he'd been born. The tales of the treasure that had been sealed up with him were things of legend. And a huge, stinking waste that drew thieves for miles around. Recently deceased thieves.
The traps were not the issue, it was the necromancer's damn guards: the draugr that roamed the halls, wildly flailing rusty weapons and slinging spells from beyond the grave. One does not simply stab a reanimated corpse in the back with a poisoned dagger or slit its throat and expect it to fall over, dead -err- dead again. They had to be totally dismembered, structurally broken down, with a kind of brute force that thieves rarely possessed. But these travelers... She glanced around the small group with a smile. They could handle a few draugr. Hell, the orc had given her a live demonstration... And if they couldn't, then they would at least provide a noisy, bloody distraction while she scooped up the treasure.
It was a heist to end all heists and now it seemed within her reach. She wasn't sure if the ridiculous cock gem they were after would be there, but she suspected she would be long gone before she found out.
Kassie felt that flutter of girlish admiration again when Foe touched her, but it presented itself in the form of tactless flirtation.
"The pleasure is all mine," she said, "But perhaps it could be yours as well..." It was clear now that she simple sprayed words in the general direction of warm bodies and hoped some of them would stick. Kassie stretched languidly without waiting for a reply. "Well if everyone is done here, then we should get going. It's a bit of a trek." Sunlight filtered through the leafy canopy outside. The forest had a tendency to be temperamental, but it was smiling on them today. What a fortuitous start… Lady Luck must be on my side. They could make it by nightfall if there were no distractions along the way. She padded swiftly towards the door.
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4 hours ago, Melrick said:
Well I’m used to focusing more on her than me. But I have a mini holiday booked in Sydney from April 8th to 12th and boy am I looking forward to having time away to myself. I managed to nag my sister into taking my place, however reluctant she is to have her routine disrupted.
Oooh, a mini vacation, that’s gonna be great for you! I’m actually visiting Australia myself in May. Happy birthday to your mom!
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I have so much free time this week, fighting the urge to monopolize the RP is so real rn, lol.
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The thief sprung up on her the tips of her toes, grinning wide when she realized she was a bit taller than Bronx at full height. Clasping her hands behind her back, she leaned forward, slightly over the drow.
"I would follow you to the ends of the realms, m'lady," she said, syrupy sweet before she remembered herself. "Platonically, of course. Besides, the catacombs are full of traps; you'll need someone like me. I think you will find your coin well-spent." Grave-robbing was nothing new to Kassie, more out of necessity than choice. The dead were easy marks and the sentimental fools they left behind were always burying them with things they didn't need where they were going...
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Kassie slid down against the bar, catching her breath. Another job well done, Kassiopeia... She congratulated herself for making it another hour in this cruel, cruel world. She dried her face on her cloak and fluffed her dark ringlets. The direction the conversation had taken made her mouth twist with distaste. It seemed as though the halfling would be accompanying them. Stuck in a small, enclosed space with an orc of two halves who could snap her into two halves like a twig: sounded like a good time... No one would even notice another corpse in the catacombs, well, except for the necromancer who could be trusted to defile it. Now, she had nothing against being defiled but she very much preferred to be alive during it... But more importantly - food and drinks were free? She fired a nasty look at the elf bartender but he was already slipping away through the crowd.
Groaning slightly, she cast her gaze skywards to deities she didn't believe in. Movement - she thought she caught sight of a silhouette skulking above the tavern. Kassie narrowed her eyes, scanning the rafters.
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Oooo, I think I'm gonna like this story. Xoxo Robin
Damn that was intense. Brutal. I loved how torn Gunner was. He didn't want to like it, but couldn't help himself. I can't wait to find out the reasons behind all of this and how it relates to the war. Xoxo Robin
That was a hoot. I'm glad Matt is okay. Xoxo Robin
Hi Robin! Thanks so much for the reviews! Really glad you're enjoying the story so far. Gunner's character is one of my favorite to write because he's pretty fucked up but loveable in his own way (at least in my mind, ha!). Happy to see that the more brutal scenes aren’t scaring everyone away, lol. Always a bit of a worry of mine. Stay tuned; I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised!
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2 hours ago, Melrick said:
Thanks all. I'm home now and she's at the hospital. I'll make an attempt to look after myself. Although i can see dinner being breakfast cereal for a while
Fingers crossed for both of you.
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2 minutes ago, Melrick said:
It's 5:20am and I've been with mum in hospital all night. My god am i sleepy.
Take care of yourself!!! That does not sound fun…
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45 minutes ago, BronxWench said:
I am enjoying the hells out of your Kassie. She’s a handful, which is always good for a party of adventurers. Ther’s nothing like the chaotic character to keep you on your toes.
Ah, thanks! I really wanted to write a character that would play off yours and Foe’s, who are more the experienced, rugged adventurer type. I just think they’re such the coolest, so I wrote my feelings into the character. I really love how every character ended up having such a unique voice!
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5 minutes ago, BronxWench said:
I have to tell you, I am having SO much fun with this! I’ve sort of missed channeling my inner drow.
Me TOOOO! I’ve never written this character before but lol, she gets reactions which is entertaining.
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@WillowDarkling READY, PLAYER 5? Lol, there isn’t too much to read yet, but lemme know if you need the summary anyway! The more the merrier!
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A scream escaped Kassie as her back hit the wall, hard, then it was quickly choked out by the iron grip around her throat. The halfling orc had the strength of a full-blooded one, and the stature to match. Her thoughts flew from her head in a panic.
"My lady! My lady!" she besought Bronx between gasps for air as she clawed desperately at Grim's arm. The violence had drawn attention, and although fighting was technically forbidden in the main room of the tavern, Kassie hadn't done much to endear herself to the staff or the patrons, who had certain suspicions as to why their coin pouches were suddenly lighter. They watched with interest as they drank. This was getting good.
"Tell him you're the queen!" the wood elf waiter suggested unhelpfully. Kassie felt the frigid presence of Grim's blade at her groin and curled in on herself. She was flexible, locking her thighs around the larger man's neck in an attempt to strangle him, but it was about as effective as trying to squeeze sap from a tree trunk. She could not best him with strength, not that that was a revelation of any kind.
Pig, Kassie almost spat at him before she reined herself in. At least one thought returned to her: that isn't the whole truth. There was an orcish bloodlust in the man's eyes, but there was something human in them too. In a desperate gambit to appeal to that half, she flashed Grim the most wide-eyed, innocent look in her arsenal. Shockingly realistic crocodile tears rolled down her young face.
"Mercy, kind sir..."
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"I-I'm sorry, my lady," Kassie stammered, quickly lowering her head as if trying to hide behind her hair. She felt spurned, her face hot as she stared into the amber liquid in the tankard. She knew she was out of her depth in company like this, but she tried not to let it show on her face. Well, if she didn't remember her rules, she might as well make new ones:
- Do NOT steal from drow.
- Don't flirt with them either.
And now suddenly, she was to be chummy with orcs? Perhaps Bronx and Foe could afford such pleasantries, adventurers as they were. But she was small and without her clan, she was just... Kassie. She couldn't afford to trust the pig men: they caused trouble wherever they went and the crossfire was deadly. She shot the half-orc a venomous glance, not caring if he saw. They were almost worse because they were smart about it too.
"What about the necromancer who took up residence in the catacombs west of the forest?" Kassie piped up absent-mindedly, "There are rumors he's been carrying out awful experiments on the dead there. Nearly earned himself a fresh batch of subjects scaring the villagers half to death." She smiled, grim.
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Kassie burst out laughing, slapping her open palm on the table.
"That's the most interesting thing you've said all night!" Her spirits had been livened by mead and her passions stirred by the lusty tale of the whore, apparently a woman after her own heart. The thief leaned over the table as far as she could to hazard a glimpse of the client's crotch. It was clear that if she had any standards, they weren't very high. Kassie fell back into her chair, giggling at the uncomfortable look on the client's face.
"So you need us to find a jewel, is that all? Why, that's what I call Monday!" She turned to Bronx next. "My lady," she cooed appealingly, "I offer you the esteemed services of Kassiopeia, the Queen of Thieves. Kassie if you prefer it." These travelers had the scent of adventure on them, and where there was adventure, there were riches to be had. Her own treasure hunting hadn't been bearing much fruit after the loss of her band of thieves. Her smile faded somewhat at the memory, but she quickly reclaimed it with a jaunty shake of her head.
"He seems useful." Kassie nodded at Foe in the other seat. "But not all problems can be solved with muscles. Perhaps what you need is... A lighter touch." She ventured such a touch, drawing a finger lazily over the drow's collarbone as she batted her lashes in somewhat insincere seduction. Kassie paused, easily distracted.
“Don't look now, but it's one of those pig men. An orc." Tilting her head towards the door, she studied Grim more thoroughly. "Half-orc," she corrected herself. A mischievous look replaced the analytical one on her face. "Do you think he takes more after his human half or his orc half in the, err... Trouser area?" Her standards weren't very specific either...
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Caught. A thief's least favorite word. Sometimes a thief's last word. Kassie dropped to her knees by the table as if in deference to the dark elf who had bested her at her own game. Perhaps Bronx would only cut her hands off: a fate that had befallen many thieves before her, Kassie thought hopefully. The alternatives were far worse. The worst of it was that she had broken her own rules:
- Do NOT steal from drow.
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She shook her head at herself angrily. There had to have been more than one... At some point, there probably had been, but Kassie had gotten sloppy. And a sloppy thief was a dead thief. She kept her head down and her mouth closed, but her ear was turned towards the client across the table and her eyes darted around the tavern. She may have forgotten her rules, but she still remembered her most valuable skills: watching, listening and waiting.
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11 minutes ago, Melrick said:
I was planning on having it written before now but my mum had a mini stroke today so that rather takes my time and attention. But I’ll write it as soon.
I was going to upload a picture of what I picture my character to look like in the Art Room forum section, but does anyone else have a picture of their character that they’d like uploaded? If so then create a tread for the orgy where others can also upload their picture. If not then I’ll just upload mine.
I am so sorry to hear about that! You take as much time as you need and I really hope your mom recovers quickly!
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@Melrick I am hoping that you plan on adding to your bit soon because I HAVE QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERING, lol.
- Melrick and BronxWench
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"I'll take it." Kassie upended an overflowing pouch of coins onto the counter. Gleaming discs of copper, silver and gold spilled over the hardwood. The wood elf behind the counter did not cease his wiping of the heavy glass tankard in his hand with a washcloth, but his leaf green eyes widened.
"You haven't told me what it is," he reminded her.
"I don't care, whatever it is, give it to me," she affected an air of arrogance, examining her fingernails as she cocked a leg. She glanced at the pretty elf boy. "And perhaps throw in a bit of yourself..."
"I-I'm sorry, who exactly are you?" he stammered.
"Don't you recognize me?" Kassie tossed her loose black spirals of hair, allowing them to bounce flirtatiously around her shoulders. "Kassiopeia! The Queen of Thieves!" She furtively searched his face to see if her attempt to impress him had worked, but not a flicker of recognition crossed the young elf's face. His brow furrowed instead as he sized up the thief, unconvinced: she had skin the color of warm desert sand and constantly darting eyes which, though dark in hue, contained within them a bright spark. Her figure suggested a natural hourglass figure that had been disappointingly eroded by malnourishment. She wore thin leather armor and a mismatched shroud wrapped askew about her shoulders. She seemed to have made a last-ditch effort at sex appeal, leaving her tunic open at the breast to reveal tan cleavage. She reminded him, in totality, of an exotic dancer from a faraway desert who had blown through the Tavern years ago in a whirlwind of hips and frankincense, only shorter and not as effortlessly seductive as the dancer had been.
"Perhaps it would be wise not to announce yourself in that way," the elf whispered at last. Kassie felt her persona drop like a cowl from her shoulders. She shrank in her spot.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Where did this money come from?"
"What does it matter where it came from so long as it's here?" The elf could not argue with such logic. Sweeping the coins quickly into the collection box, he pushed towards her a basket of rolls and a platter laden with meat, cheese and sweets. She swallowed hard at the sight, and tried not to cry at the beauty of food: real food, after months wandering the woods.
"You have a... Healthy appetite for a maiden," the elf observed as she wolfed down the meal. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Yes, well, your trousers are awfully tight for a man," she retorted with her mouth full.
Kassie took the last of her rolls with her, tossing it up and down as she wandered the Tavern. Her hungering gaze had been sated by food, that was until she caught sight of the adventurers from earlier talking to a nervous man in the corner.
Slipping closer to eavesdrop, Kassie caught stray words: idols, curses and gems? She was distracted by the sight of Bronx's bow. The craftsmanship of the wood, the luster of the decorative surface... That will fetch a handsome price on the black market. Kassie reached for it tentatively, unable to control herself.
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3 hours ago, JayDee said:
I carefully avoided the last orgy so it kind’ve will
Okay, well if your character wants to come back as an undead abomination, we’ll be there
- JayDee and BronxWench
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Great work on the setting! I’m kind of just starting small and getting a feel for it lol.
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Kassie's eyes widened as she watched the two warriors' sheer display of skill from her position crouched behind a bush. Adventurers... she thought to herself, Real adventurers! Her heart began to pump with excitement. They were so strong, so fast and so... Handsome... She allowed her mind to wander to private places, fantasizing. When she returned to the present moment, she realized the swordsman and his archer companion were moving on through the woods, with a strange red jewel in their possession. Unlike the adventurers themselves, it was quite unimpressive. She watched them go longingly, then looked down at herself in ragtag armor sewn together by hand and the equally unimpressive dagger at her belt.
Kassie was cheered by the reminder that was looting to be done! The dashing adventurers had taken the jewel, but she spied pouches of coins hanging from the belts of the dead orcs. Desperate for coinage, she cut them loose with a swift slash of her dagger. She grimaced at the smell. Orcs were cursed with poor body odor. And hygiene. Bad hygiene. But their money was as good as anyone else's.
The gleam in her eyes faded when she shook a few copper pieces into the palm of her hand. She looked in the direction that the adventurers took through the woods. They had to have come from the Tavern and where there was a tavern, there were heroes... Heroes flush with coin. Kassie stole after them through the trees, she hoped, undetected.
When the flat, stone structure of the Tavern came into view, her heart began to pound again. Giggling in excitement, she sprinted in three short circles before dashing inside. She was immediately assaulted with the smell of food and drink. Was this a tavern or Valhalla? Her stomach growled a rude reminder at her as she sized up the other patrons. They were bawdy and muscular, armed to the teeth, but her dark eyes were fixed on the bulging coin pouches they left in careless places. Gleefully, Kassie darted, almost danced, through the Tavern, surreptitiously scooping up coin and other... trinkets as she saw fit.
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Yeeeeaaah, maybe if it was marked PWP I wouldn’t be so mean
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47 minutes ago, Desiderius Price said:
Once you get a Sue, they can never be destroyed, not forever, and there’s this funny comic I read awhile ago on the topic, “Ensign Sue Must Die” is the name of it.
Ensign Sue is HILARIOUS
There was another DBZ one that I liked too. I’m always shocked when I encounter a sue on ADULT FANFICTION because I thought that was something only teens and tweens do
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