Flightless_Soul

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

@Roughdragon1@EldarionI

Damn it all! She must have shown her hand too soon. Either that...or this bastard was of sharper wit than she assumed him to be. Her heart skipped a beat upon lieu of the table being flipped and a sword being drawn, hand instinctively reaching to her thigh, but alas, her hand she stayed. Though her eyes betrayed her sudden jolt of fear, firmly they remained affixed to his, eyes that smouldered with the embers of Hell. Her lips stayed in a charming smirk.

If he thought his cautionary tale and blustered threat would dissuade her, then a fool was he. Oh the many times she could count of a blade being drawn to her, a man's hand being upon her throat, or just simply elluding a roving band of marauders after swindling their leader. And this knight dared to threaten her.

A sultry giggle she issued, a daring grin. She leaned closer to him, a slender finger calmly nudging his sword aside. She gazed into his eyes deeply, a look of desire, nay...of hunger. "Oh my dear, you must have me mistaken, for truly I have no desire to harm you but to please you~" Her tone, sensual, yet it simmered with a hidden malevolence.

Albeit, the dwarf's mouthing of plenty of silver had her tempted, and for certain she was casting herself into the lion's maw, but she was close, so close to having her thorns in him. "For the right price, of course. Now then, my sweet, why don't you sheathe your blade? We go somewhere a bit more...private. Then perhaps...you could show me your other sword, hmm?"

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"No need, little man." A soft smile to the dwarf. "He's just a little hot headed is all. None you worry."

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

@Avali Huzzah! Our maiden hath returned!

CHEAP WEST VIRGINIA REAL ESTATE IN QUIET TOWN - SEEKING NEW NEIGHBORS - GORGEOUS VIEWS OF THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

@Bluetommy

......yep. We're fucked.

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@Bluetommy@EldarionI

Just as long as they realize I'M TRYING TO GET THROUGH THE FUCKING DOOR HERE!

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

@Bluetommy As playing a Deathknight Necromancer in Skyrim, you learn one thing quickly. The dead...do not make for good companions.

"Goats dammit, undead Lydia!! I'm trying to get through the door! Oh for fuck sakes! FUS RO DAH!"

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

@Roughdragon1@EldarionI

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

@Roughdragon1

Ah, but who was this who caught her alluring stare?

From the common rabble easily Ashana pointed him out. A rugged sort of fellow, but despite his old and rusted armour he adorned, the grizzled look to his face, he had the makings of a man of chivalry, far from your common sellsword. Her lips curled into a pleasing smirk. He was bound to have plenty of coin upon him, and that sad look in his eyes as they met hers, twas a look that longed for a woman's gentle touch. Perfect...

She batted her eyelashes, slyly sauntering up to him. There was a cool touch to her skin as she moved. Ah yes, the dagger she had concealed beneath her dress...should the time arise she needed it. But for now, all she needed was her good looks and her silver tongue.

"I didn't expect to find a man of honor frequenting this place~" Ashana purred like a lithe panther, her rather predatory eyes scanning him up and down. He was indeed handsome, a sort of rugged charm most these men didn't have. "You must be lonely from your travels, Sir Knight. That look in your eyes tells me so. Would you mind if I...kept you company?"

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The market was trying her patience. The smell of food, an acrid scent to her now, the inane prattle of the vendors pushing their wares in her face. Finally she gave up and just decided to head for the nearest tavern. Her hangover was killing her, yes, but the best cure for alcohol was always more she thought.

"The Dock Inn", the sign above said. A shanty of sorts perched beside the ever rolling sea. Twas bound to be full of sailors and adventurers who were coming off the boats, maybe a few mercenaries who had traveled here to help out the cause. Rebellion, such a thing Ashana understood. Why would one just accept the yoke when man was meant to be free, unbridled and unattended? Ah, but she was not one for the politics of the royals. Leave that to them.

@EldarionI

But there was one thing the rebellion was good for. Opportunity.

The rebellion had brought in mercenaries from all over to fight for profit. Surely their pockets were fat with coin. Ah, the spoils of war, spoils Ashana could easily plunder off these drunken, lonely men with a just a wink and a smile. And of course...she could just slit their throats while they were...distracted.

First step into the bar, the smell hit her all at once, ale, cheap ale too, culminating with the crackling pine logs roasting in the hearth and the musk of the rowdy men as they drank and clanked their tankards, sharing many a bawdy joke or a sea shanty. Whenever the wenches strolled by them carrying drinks and roasted meats, a firm smack on the bottom they would receive.

The red haired woman glanced around. Certainly one of these fools had to be drunk off his arse she figured, an easy target.

Tamriel: World in Flames

@Avali A mage/warrior would either be a spellsword or a battlemage but accepted nonetheless! ^_^ Great character by the way!