Valchyrie

Orcs and War[rivaan&Valcyrie]

The banners of the Orcs were standing firmly in the ground around the White Stone city, and they were towering high up into the air. Skulls were pinned on the top of the banners sharp end, to strike fear into the heart of those that the Orcs attacked. However, it seemed they had underestimated the bravery of the soldiers that lived in the White Stone city, as the banners affected none of them. What they were affected by, was the lack of sleep and food, and it was starting to wear on the soldiers heavily. They also had a few witches and wizards that were shooting out fire and lightning, however they were running out of energy as well. The walls were still holding up and the gate was closed. There was only one gate into the city, and it was the same gate that functioned as the exit of the city, which meant only one way in and one way out. It was amazing that they had held their ground for this long, but two more days, and they would be forced to abandon the city and it’s inhabitants. Queen Adalia didn’t want to see that happen, but she knew that it would be better to stay alive and fight another day, than die for nothing and have no way of reclaiming the city, should it be lost.

Queen Adalia was fighting with her soldiers. She used two blades that looked rather strange. They were like short swords, with a handle that had two dark glowing purple gems inside them. Her armor didn’t consist of much and her hair was long, thick and white. She was covered in blood at the moment, from the orcs. It was night, close to sunrise. While she was said to be immortal and have a lot more stamina than a normal human being, she was starting to feel tired too, but she gave it her all. One of her soldiers were close to her, holding his sword tightly “There’s no way we can win like this. Are you sure we can’t use the reserve shards for the witches? It would help us a lot.” Queen Adalia looked at him “I wish we could, but we have to hold onto them for when it really matters. This fight is only about our city, not a large scale war. We have to hold our territory with what we have.” She then ran towards the orc crowd that was in front of her, letting out a battle cry as she started to fight through the orc crowd. It was amazing to see the Queen fight; she was dancing through the air and while moving, slicing with her short swords as if they weighted nothing. Her hair swirled around at the same time and she didn’t get one scratch on her body. Instead, she just got covered in more blood from the orcs, their nasty black blood.

While she did that, she thought back on the days before the orcs had arrived, where everything had seemed like such a peaceful life. She had not had any reason to fight another city or nation for a many centuries and it had been wonderful to live in peace. Though she wasn’t a naïve person, she knew that there would come a day where she would have to fight again and for that reason, she made sure that she had warriors and witches that were trained for combat. It had proven to be a valid strategy, since it had kept them alive for the last few days. But she was angry that orcs had come to her city to try and take it from her. As far as she knew, this was the first larger city that the orcs had tried to take over, and they still hadn’t shown a reason to why they had suddenly started to want to expand their territory. Orcs wanted to kill and eat and inflict darkness upon the world as a general fact, but they had kept to their own borders for so many years, and then out of nowhere, without so much as a sign, they had started to attack. They had formed groups, commanders, rally points and so on, which had never been seen before in an orc army. More intelligent orcs had come to life as well, orcs that were capable of strategy. But to launch an attack on such a large scale, there had to be something more behind the orcs, something much more intelligent that could manipulate the orcs to do it’s bidding. Whether it was a human or some other dark creature was impossible to say, but there was something, Adalia was sure about it.

As she snapped out of her thought, she noticed that many of the orcs had stopped moving and turned their heads. The sun was almost rising and before she realized herself what was happening, one of her archers shouted from the wall of the city “Reinforcements! Fucking reinforcements! Archers! Show them that the city hasn’t fallen yet!” there was a rumbling loud roar from the city and all the soldiers, showing that their morale had just been boosted impressively. Queen Adalia sighed relieved, she didn’t know who had to come to their rescue, but she didn’t much care about that, the fact was that someone had answered their plead for help. “Drive the orcs from our lands! Show them that the White City will not fall that easily!” she shouted out, and then she noticed the warrior that had called out before as well, a woman with a large battle-axe. That woman had no fear in her, at least that’s what it seemed like and her attacks were heavy, which was quite the opposite of what Adalia was working with. Adalia had short range, but moved swiftly and fast, where the woman with the axe used more heavy attacks because of the size of the axe. However, she was surprisingly fast compared to the weapon she was wielding, so Adalia wasn’t quite sure what kind of warrior this woman was. She didn’t have long to think about it though, she saw a sword swinging towards her from the right, and managed to dodge under it, turn around and stab the orc in the head.

Then one of her soldiers pointed to the middle of the battlefield and shouted “Mountain Troll!!!!” a giant troll with a club made of iron had appeared. These were the orcs most brutal weapons and they were one of the most dangerous close combat creatures you could find. Adalia looked behind her “Everyone! Stay focused on the orcs! This one is mine!” she shouted out, and before any of her soldiers could stop her, she carved her way through the orcs, running towards the troll. The troll was a grey thick-skinned being that had no intelligence what so ever. The only thing it knew was to eat and sleep, unless it had been tortured to do the bidding of the orcs, like this one had. While Adalia was running towards it, the soldiers of the White Stone city start to form a long line in front of the city. It was an impressive sight, 300+ soldiers in completely white armor were guarding the city and pushing the orcs backwards. Adalia in the meantime, was busy with the troll. She had arrived at it now and had slid between its legs. She cut the left leg just below the knee and besides a roar of pain, nothing happened with the troll. It flung it’s club backwards and Adalia dodged it, stabbing it’s right leg as much as she could, managed to stab it twenty times before she had to dodge again. Then she ran to the other leg and did the same there. The troll still didn’t fall, but it’s movements had slowed down. When it then flung it’s club again, she grabbed onto it. The troll then raised the club fast upwards and Adalia let go of the club, flying high above the troll. She then dived down with her two short-swords ready. The purple gems glowed more dark and as she stabbed both of the short-swords into the Troll’s head, a force wave came out from the impact, knocking down the orcs that were close by. The troll fell to the ground, and Adalia breathed heavily.

She now turned around and hurried back to her soldiers. The orcs were retreating now, and she could see how the group that had arrived to help them had really taken down a very large number of the orcs. Without them, it would have been impossible to win this battle. It seemed that the reinforcements, along with the dead troll, had changed the orcs fighting spirit. They were running away from the city as fast as they could, but Adalia’s archers didn’t want to let them get away that easily. They fired as many arrows as they could, taking down as many orcs as they could, before the orcs were out of range and gone. There was a very loud pleasuring roar from the people, a roar of victory and happiness. Adalia was still breathing heavily when she reached the gates of her city and looked around to see if she could find the woman with the battle-axe. When she finally saw the woman at the gate, she gave her a gentle smile. “You have my sincere gratitude. If not for you, we would have been defeated at the end of the day. I welcome you to the White Stone city. Please accept our offer of hospitality. We will give you food and water. You can take baths as well and we will provide quarters for you to rest in. If there is anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.” She smiled. Her sky blue eyes looking at the woman. “My name, is Queen Adalia.” She had now sheathed her two short-swords and had extended a hand towards the woman.

Orcs and War[rivaan&Valcyrie]

Awesome post! Will start writing my post now! :D

The Box Of Unlimited Imagination. (Looking for a few partners. Mainly FxM, but can be convinced of FxF)

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Rise Of The Elder Dragon (Vor x Valchyrie)

She haven’t been lying in the bed that long, before it knocked on her door. She got up from the bed, grabbed her shirt and skirt, and put it on fast before opening it, not bothering to put on the underwear When she opened the door, she could see a line with about fifteen people in it. She knew what they wanted to do, and took them into the room she had rented for the night. She wrote down each name she got and wrote that they backed out of the expedition. She then signed it with her name so that they wouldn’t get problems from their bosses in their Orders. Once she was finished with all fifteen, she sighed a bit. It meant they would have to leave at least three, if not four, wagons behind, though that also meant that there was less to take care of and that could speed up their travel time by at least a day, maybe more if they got lucky and the stupid Doylaks listened to the drivers of the wagons and carriages. She went back to her bed after she had let the last of the fifteen people out of the room, and had locked the door. She had once again taken off her clothing and laid in the bed naked, with the covers up to the middle of her chest. She had about four hours before she had to be up again and be ready. 6 AM was the meeting time she had set, and she wanted to keep it that way. The longer they waited, the stronger the Elder Dragon would grow, if it were indeed true that there was one. Though from the information and signs they had got and seen, Feyra Acor was sure that the rumors were true. She had accepted that this expedition was more than likely a one-way trip, though she couldn’t tell the expedition crew that, as many of them wouldn’t be able to accept that they would sacrifice their lives for the rest of the world. Humans these days were very selfish and wanted to protect themselves more than they wanted to protect the world, at least that’s how the human race had acted every time Feyra Acor had gotten into contact with them.

Now she was finally asleep, but her mind had other plans than letting her get a peaceful night. Many people knew about the Sylvaris Wyld Hunt, which was best explained as a dream they got when they were born, that explained them what they were destined to carry out in life. Feyra Acor had not had an easy Wyld Hunt when she had come to life, she had seen a dragon, whether it was an Elder Dragon or not was impossible to say, as the dream offered no words, but only images of what was to come. But it had indeed been a dragon, and it had not gone in peaceful directions during her dream. As she slept, she got further and further into the dream of her Wyld Hunt, and she could almost feel the dragon breathing down her neck. She stood in front of it again, just like she had done in her Wyld Hunt. It was tall and black, it’s body as hard as diamond skin, almost impossible to penetrate with normal weapons. But that was not the worst of it, it was also intelligent and knew the language of the world. It could speak with all the races in their own tongue and that was a scary thought. “Feyra Acor, you cannot run away forever. One day, I will get you. Hahahaha…” the laughter from the Dragon wasn’t loud, it sounded like it was far away in the distance and just fading away. She was standing on a beach, looking out over the sea, and out of nowhere, the teeth and mouth of the dragon was in front of her. She then woke up fast, sitting up in the bed and sweating with her head in her hands. She refused to give into the Wyld Hunt, she didn’t want to let it control her. If it was the Elder Dragon they were going to go up against, then she would accept that, but if it was another kind of dragon, or being, since she couldn’t prove it was a dragon exactly, she would put it on hold until they had dealt with the current thread.

She realized now that she was sitting up in the bed, that the sun had already risen again, and that it was close to being six in the morning. Luckily, she hadn’t overslept, and she knew she still had about thirty minutes before she had to meet the others. She was sure that the other agents from the Vigil and the Whispers would have arrived now. She wouldn’t have to take care of their members during the expedition, she just had to make sure her own members from the Durmand Priory would stay alive long enough to gather information on the Elder Dragon. She would die protecting them until then, unless they slowed down as she had explained the day before, when they had all arrived. She got out of the bed and got dressed in all her clothing from the day before again, grabbing her scythe and attaching it on her back. She then went out of her room with her sack, and over to the bathroom where she could get some water. She splashed it in her face, and because she was born from nature, this was one of the most pleasuring feelings she could ever get, and it felt good to splash water in her face in the morning. Then she went down stairs again to the desk she had gotten the key from the day before. Morga was still there, though he looked tired.

Feyra sighed a bit at the sight of the Charr, she knew he had pulled an all-nighter again, like he usually did when they served together. She went over to him and put the key on the desk “Get some sleep Morga, this doesn’t suit you one bit.” Morga turned his head to look at Feyra Acor and smiled a little “Says the one shouting in her dreams. Still haven’t finished your Wyld Hunt I hear.” Feyra shrugged “I don’t shout in my dreams.” Morga laughed a little “Call it what you want, but you made everyone go silent around four this morning. Then again, I would probably have screamed too if your Wyld Hunt is still the same as it was when we worked together.” Feyra sighed a little and rubbed her right chin a bit “Yeah well, that dream can go to the mist for all I care. I’m here to hunt information, not to get scared to death by dreams. I would be a horrible member of the Durmand Priory if I let something that have so little with magic and science to do, kill me in my sleep.” Morga smiled a little at her “Well, some of your members think you are horrible, you know that.” He grinned. Feyra rolled her eyes “Ha…Ha….ha….Very funny.” Morga gave a soft smile to her “I live to please. But Feyra, take care out there. I have been through too much with you, to see you fall on a long and stupid expedition, even though I don’t know what you are looking for exactly.” Feyra nodded a bit and put her hand on top of his “You take care too, if the rumors are indeed true, you might be called into service again.” And with that, she left the Inn.

The time had come to prepare themselves for the expedition and she was standing outside at the black gates again that led outside of the Black Citadel. She could see that some of the people had already gathered there, and she could see the member from the Vigil and the member from the Whispers as well, which meant that they at least had finally arrived and prepared themselves as well. She went over to them to discuss their plan of approach while they waited for the rest of the expedition to assemble. Whether or not more of the expedition would quit, without saying so, was yet to be seen, but Feyra Acor hoped that they wouldn’t have anymore that would leave, after all, they did need carriages and supplies, and while she was sure that they would come across cities and villages, they still needed to have supplies on the road, until they reached those cities and villages. She didn’t want to risk dying of hunger just because someone had turned out to be a scared little puppy, but if they had indeed left, she would live with it and hunt in the wild to gather food, should it come to that. With the plan of approach settled, should there be an Elder Dragon, she turned to look out over the expedition, and wait for the last ones to arrive. This journey was going to be long.

Rise Of The Elder Dragon (Vor x Valchyrie)

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Rise Of The Elder Dragon (Vor x Valchyrie)

Hehe sounds good! Looking forward to it :)

The Steam Society And It's Lies (ONL & Valcyrie)

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Claire Sylvester had the reports of the construction that was being built underneath the kingdom of Cogsmire, and she didn’t know what to think of it. Whether it was true or not, was close to impossible to determine at the moment, as no one seemed to want to talk about it. The politicians that were working in the city, all claimed to know nothing about it when they had been asked by the law enforcers and with no proof, there was no way to force them to talk. The only thing the report stated was that people had gone missing over the last year, without any traces and sometimes, people could hear sounds coming from under the ground in certain places throughout the Cogsmire Kingdom. Something was going on, Claire was sure of it, but she couldn’t send anyone out to find out, since they might get captured and be forced to expose the truth of the King and Queen. If she went out by herself, at least she could decide whether she wanted to give the information to the people, she would run into. However, the first part of her journey would start with preparing to leave the palace. She would tell the workers that she was leaving on a vacation to one of the nearby kingdoms, the Bots Kingdom, though it would only be for a couple of days, a week at the most. She had no idea if that was the amount of time her research would take, but it was better to say something than say nothing.

She was in her bedroom now. It had a beautiful king size bed, with a black silk sheets on it and black silk pillows. There was a beautiful oak tree closet at the right wall, with room for all of her clothing. The walls were painted black, but had a lot of paintings on them, some that Claire had made by herself, others she had bought. There was a door leading to a bathroom that contained a large bathtub with enough room for at least four people. The handles and water pipes were all made out of silver, which looked beautifully polished every day. The sink was made of marble with silver handles as well. There was a large mirror above the sink and there was a lot of room in the bathroom. She had all her make-up products there and everything else a lady like her would need. She had opened her closet though, and was looking at what she would be wearing. Right now, she was standing naked, trying to determine what would be best to travel in. First she picked out a corset that had a lot of colors and images on it of flowers, roses, skulls and other things. Then she picked out a black bra, black stockings and black comfortable silk hot pants-like underwear. After that, she pulled on a long sleeved dark-blue shirt that clung to her body nicely, showing off her form but in a good way. She picked out a dark-blue skirt as well and put all of it on. Finally, she found a white fur winter coat since winter had arrived and there was snow outside. That also meant that she would go with her white winter boots and white silk gloves. She liked to play around with contrast in colors, which could also be seen with her hair, as it was a bright blue color. At least, she packed a bag with some spare clothing, mechanical equipment such as a wrench, screws, bolts and other things you could construct with. She also packed a small knife, as she would maybe have to protect herself. While she didn’t like to use violence, she had received training in weapon combat, which meant she could defend herself rather well. She packed down some beddings as well, just some light sheets and that was it, and this was all she would need. She knew she looked like a rich person, which might raise some kind of suspicion, however, that alone wouldn’t make them think she was royal and it might actually be a good way to infiltrate whoever was running the constructions underneath the ground.

Now that she was ready, she left a note for the workers in the palace and made her way out. It was 1:00 in the night, so she could get out without anyone seeing her. The note explained what she had planned for her story, and said that they shouldn’t contact her until she had come back by herself. She would make sure to come back after a week at least, unless there were some kind of complications that she would have to take care of as the Princess of Cogsmire Kingdom. She snuck out of the palace and the palace grounds without being spotted, and now she had to find out how she would find the place that the reports had suggested existed. Since it was underground, it had to be one of the old steam-powered train stations that were being used as an entrance to the place. The old underground railroads weren’t used anymore, now the trains only ran above ground as it was more safe for the people travelling with the trains every day. But to find this place, she would need someone to help her. She didn’t want to go to the most dirty bar that were in the city, and it probably wouldn’t give her anything either, she would have to go to the upper class bars, which probably also contained the people that might be involved with the situation underneath the ground. With that in mind, she made her way to the ‘Steamy Train’ bar.

This bar was known for it’s expensive alcohol and events, which meant only the rich people came here. As she entered, the butler at the door took her coat and bag and she was escorted to the main room of the bar. People didn’t pay much attention to her, while it wasn’t normal for someone at her age, to come into the bar, people were still too occupied with themselves to really give a shit about some young rich woman. Claire Sylvester thanked the butler for the help and went up to the desk. The room she was in had a fireplace, six beautiful dark red couches, paintings all over the walls and expensive furniture. People weren’t being loud and you could hear the music that was being played by one single gramophone in the room. This was definitely the place to find information if there was any information to be found at all. She ordered a glass of red wine and sat down on the bar chair at the desk and started to listen. She could hear that a lot of deals were being made between companies and other kind of partners, but it took a while before she heard anything that resembled the reports she had in the palace. Though when she heard it, she turned her head to look at an older man, a politician she recognized from pictures, and a younger man, probably around thirty years old. The older man was probably around sixty. “How is it going? Keeping it on time?” the older man asked. The young man nodded “Oh yes indeed. The new workers are excellent, just a little carrot and they all work like it was the best day in their life.” He smiled. The older man nodded a bit “We should get more people involved with this though, it would make it easier to pay for.” The young one said again. The old man sighed, “If we do that, it might end up being exposed to the wrong people.” But the young man had made up his mind. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Go home old man, and we’ll talk in the morning.” He smiled. The old man sighed and shook his head, before he went out of the bar. Claire knew this was her shot, but he had to approach her first.

It wasn’t difficult though, she just made eye contact with him ten minutes after the old man had left, and he had come over to her like she wanted. He was probably out for something else, a lady for the night, before he would continue his work in the day time, but Claire had other plans. “Good evening milady. It’s rare to see someone as young as you in here. What brings you here? Business or pleasure?” he asked her, ordering a glass of red wine himself. Claire smiled at him a bit, taking a sip of her wine “A bit of both, should the options present themselves.” She smiled. “But I’m not sure I’ve come to the right place, I’m more into risky business than safe business, gives a rush to the adrenaline.” She smiled. The young man grinned a little “Oh I see. Well, maybe you did come to the right place then, I might have an offer for you, but it’s a hush-hush project.” Claire already had him on her hook, and he clearly wasn’t the brightest young man in the world, which led Claire to believe that the older man was the one behind some of it at least. This young man probably just wanted to rise in the ranks of the political world as fast as he could, and if he saw an easy opening, he would take it.

By the time the clock had reached 2:00 in the morning, Claire had managed to get the young man drunk, by pretending to drink her own wine faster than she did and it had made the young man open up a bit more. “You see, we have this, idea, to build something that can take care of the people that we decide are worthy of protection, a paradise if you will. It will have all the things the outside world sometimes lack. Green scenery, swimming pools, gardens, mechanical helpers and it will be for the rich people and for those we deem worthy, not the shitty royal family. They will have no place in our palace.” Claire listened and wanted to smack him for that comment, but she had to play it cool. “But well, it takes a lot of money, so we are working hard on it.” Claire gave him a fake smile and put a hand on his leg, a bit further up than she would have liked to do, but it was all in the name of seduction. “Well, I happen to have quite a good amount of money, and this place sounds just like the place I would love to live in. If you show me the place, I might be willing to put some money into it and help you finance it.” The young man grinned at her “Then come with me, Milady.” He said.

Thirty minutes later, Claire had been led down one of the old train station entrances and through a tunnel that led further under the ground. What she was now looking at, was almost an underground city in itself, though it looked more like a slum city, than a city with laws and respect for each other. The houses here were broken and very small, the light posts weren’t very good and people wore dirty clothing. Many of the people here also looked like they had been hurt in one way or the other. In the distance, a tall tower could be seen. The young man smiled “That tower, is the Steam Paradise.” He smiled. “People down here won’t do you any harm, as they know what the consequence will be, so take a stroll around the city and take a look at the tower, and we can talk in the morning. My head is buzzing from the alcohol so I need to get home and sleep. But if you are interested, meet me in the bar again tomorrow evening.” He smiled. With that, he went away and Claire had successfully infiltrated the place she had been seeking, quite easily, though she had suspected that if it had been the old man she had to seduce, it wouldn’t have gone nearly as easy. Well, the tower was the least of her concerns though, she had to find someone willing to tell her what was going on and the best place to do that, would probably be at the square of the city. She followed the roads that seemed to lead to a central place of the underground city, and once she got there, despite the time of the night, it was alive with people. Small shops were open all around and people bought food and other supplies, though it didn’t seem they had that much money. She saw a workshop that sold equipment for construction and such and decided it was a good a place as any to start. She walked into it to see if she could find someone to talk with and hopefully not someone who wanted to try and rob her or possibly kill her.

Rise Of The Elder Dragon (Vor x Valchyrie)

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Rise Of The Elder Dragon (Vor x Valchyrie)

It seemed that some of the assistants had finally arrived at the Black Citadel, with those Norn animals, Doylaks. That would explain why it would have taken them such a long time to get to the Charr citadel. Feyra Acor had been standing at the meeting point for about two hours, and the assistants had shown up as if they were on time. According to Feyra Acor’s inner clock, they hadn’t reached it at time, they should have been there when she was there, but it seemed that these assistants had better things to do than getting the mission started. ‘An Elder Dragon doesn’t mean much to these humans it seems. Why do we even let them breath the same air as us? Even the Charrs are better company than these humans.’ She thought to herself. Feyra wasn’t known to be very happy for any of the ruling races, some even doubted that she liked her own Sylvari race, even though she was part of them, but she never really got into a deeper discussion about her homeland with anyone. Though now that the assistants were here, the weather had become worse, and even Feyra thought that it would be a bad idea to start the expedition now. The thunder was roaring over their heads and lightning strikes could be seen in the far distance, which meant that going on into hostile territory would be suicide with a weather like that on the rise. So instead of preparing to go out, she would have to find a place to sleep, but first, since the other agents of The Vigil and the Whispers hadn’t arrived yet, or at least hadn’t made their presence known, she would have to take charge of the assistants that had arrived.

She walked over to the group and raised her voice “Because of your delay, the weather has now turned to a threatening situation, and therefore we have to delay the expedition until tomorrow. No matter what the weather is like tomorrow, we will start the expedition. If any of you are not ready at six in the morning, you can consider yourself thrown out of the order you are representing.” She walked down the side of the assistants group to examine them, trying to get a grasp of what kind of equipment they had brought. “Those that have travelled with Doylaks will have to figure out a way to carry their equipment on foot. We cannot lose more time because of thickheaded slow creatures that the Doylaks seems to be. Should you decide to take them with you and you cannot keep up with the rest of the expedition team, you will be left alone in the wilderness, which will mean death to some of you. But I will not sacrifice the future for a single life! If there is indeed an Elder Dragon on the rise, our duty to find it and take any defensive measurements will be first priority! If anyone disagrees with this, they are free to leave without being thrown out of their represented order, but I will need the names of those that leave, before midnight tonight!” she spoke with a harsh tone, clearly someone who was used to the battlefield and tough situations. Some of the assistants in the groups, probably the veteran assistants, would understand her way of speaking and her concerns, while some of the newer assistants might think she was being overly dramatic and acting more like a dictator-commander than someone who represented an Order. “I am Feyra Acor, to those who should not know me. I represent the Durmand Priory. It seems the other agents are delayed as well, and therefore you all report to me. This means that the Whispers and Vigil assistants will come to me with names of those that won’t go on the expedition, before midnight, if there are any. Should their agent have arrived before that, they will report to those. I will be staying at Serrated Blade Tavern. The rest of you will have to find another place to stay for the night. You are all dismissed.” She didn’t care who was in charge of the group, or who was talking with who, she had said what she had on her mind, and that was enough for her. Even though she had wanted to keep a low profile, it had annoyed her that they had been delayed, and that meant she had had to go through her speech here.

She then turned around, her leaf skirt swaying nicely, and almost showing just the bottom of her rear, though not because the skirt was short, since it was knee-length, but because that the sway from turning around combined with the stormy weather that had appeared, made her skirt fly up a bit higher than it normally would have. She didn’t notice it herself though, so she just kept walking away from the group after that, towards the Serrated Blade Tavern, even though she would have preferred if the Charrs had had a better place for someone to sleep in. It wasn’t like the Charrs were great at making new houses and luxury beddings, they were more interested in their war machines and fighting the ghosts of Ascalon than making their own homes comfortable, which was understandable to a point. But Feyra Acor was used to a certain standard from the Durmand Priory, and she still had to accept that even though the Serrated Blade Tavern were seen as a luxury tavern, it still wasn’t luxury in Feyra’s head. Though when all was said and done, it was the best choice out of all the taverns and inns that were in the Black Citadel, so she had to stay satisfied with the options that she was given.

She found it easily and walked inside. The tavern itself, with it’s food and drinks were buzzing with life, war stories, drunks and so on. It was just how she had always seen the Charr, but if there was one thing she had to admit about them, it was their team spirit. Even though they were brutes, they were also comrades in arms, and the way they treated each other showed that all of them had stories to tell, and it were stories that had brought them all closer to each other. Many of them had probably been fighting against Zhaitan and maybe even Mordremoth, the jungle dragon. Feyra had respect for those that had stood their ground against an Elder Dragon, no matter which one it was, and when she had respect for someone, the race of that person didn’t matter. She had a system of her own, that once you were accepted by that system, she no longer put your race traits unto you, then she saw you as an individual who had done something outstanding. She walked up to the desk now and made eye contact with the Charr bartender. He gave her a nod and came over to her after having finished with a customer. The other Charrs at the desk thought it would be an unpleasant exchange of words, since some of them did know who she was. But to their surprise, it seemed that the Charr behind the desk knew her. “Feyra Acor! As I live an breath! It’s been ages since I last saw you!” he grinned. He slammed his elbow on the desk and put his hand up for an arm-wrestle “Come on, like the good old days, winner takes all.” He grinned. Feyra, for the first time since she had arrived, gave a grin as well and put her own elbow on the desk and grabbed his fury hand that was almost twice her size. “Long time no see Morga, let’s see if all that tavern running has made you soft.” “Hah! I’ll never go soft! Let's go!” then they started their arm wrestling, the other customers at the desk watched in confusion, and while they were confused, they still had an odd interest in what was going on. To everyone’s surprise, Feyra Acor held out against the strong former warrior Morga, for three whole minutes, which was rather amazing for a Necromancer going up against a former warrior. She did lose though, and Morga laughed “Well, seems I still got it! You owe me a liter of ale my friend.” Feyra gave him a small smile “No problem, I’ll pay for that and a room.” Morga grabbed a key to one of the bedrooms and put his palm towards her with a smile. Feyra put a small coin purse from her sack, into his hand “Pleasure doing business with you, as always.” Morga said. Feyra grinned “The pleasure hasn’t even started yet.” Morga grinned back “Be careful, curiosity killed the cat they say.” And with that, Feyra went up to the room she had been given.

It didn’t contain much. It had a painting of old Ascalonian ruins, a small table and a chair, both made of wood and a bed. It was a hard bed, though it did have a thin mattress on it, probably the best kind of mattress you could find around these parts. There were also a small closet, but it was big enough for her to put in her sack and her clothing. She took off her skirt and her top, which meant she was now naked at her upper body and only wearing hot pants like underwear, though made of thin grass, though it was comfortable and it didn’t break easy at all. She then went to her bed and laid down on it, pulling the carpet up over her body. She put her hands behind her head and looked up into the ceiling. She had to spend an evening here, and a night, before she could go anywhere, and the only good thing was that she was able to say hi to her friend Morga. She couldn’t even sleep yet, in case someone would come and announce their retreat from the expedition. It was only 21:00 in the evening, which meant she still had three hours before she could sleep. This would be a long evening and night.

The Box Of Unlimited Imagination. (Looking for a few partners. Mainly FxM, but can be convinced of FxF)

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