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I'm just a man, I'm here to play roles. That's about it. If you want more, ask for more.

I don't bite.


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We want you to be informed even of things that don't pertain to you as they go on.
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It was a lovely consummation, between Garrett Everard and Raquel, the helpful Oro woman of many occupations in Pearl. It took quite some time for the musky, sweaty, and lengthy caper to cool down. Cool down it did, the amazing, life-changing experience would leave any participant breathless in the philosophical iteration of their futile attempts to repeat the present over and over. It left the two actual participants splayed over the bed they shared in their consummation, fluids shared to the extent where the origins of the individual who produced the fluids in this escapade were unidentifiable. In consideration of the artworks made in Nero, the sight of the two in their exhausted state would be a surreal masterpiece, leaving the observer to contemplate the feelings that were felt that could create such a work of art.

"Lovely Raquel." Garrett spoke, breaking the wonderful afterglow of panting, after a room that was once filled with grunts and moans, of a conflict, a clash, of pleasures. He sat up, lovingly rubbing the sweat-glistened thigh of his partner, he knew full well he had exhausted her for the rest of the night with what and how much he had done to her. "I will return later tonight to keep you warm and ensure your dreams are sweet. I must, however, run a few nightly errands that only an individual of my caliber can perform, me being the man coming from a distant land coming here to do some valiant, yet mysterious tasks." Garrett gave Raquel's thigh a firm pat as he begrudgingly got himself out of bed. Like a child being weaned off of a fresh teat or a new, shiny and flashy toy to play with, he hated the fact he obliged himself to leave such a blissful situation, he didn't want it to end, in fact, he was questioning even leaving the room to do what he planned to do when he left. Life was not such an easy thing to manage, where one could continue to have nothing but good experiences at a constant rate. Without some empty void, or item to strive for, life would be folly, vain, even. Getting out of bed meant that he would have the strive to return to the bed with Raquel at a later date, strive for a better life with the woman he just consummated to a pact of flesh.

Garrett planted his feet on the wood floor, as if he were the mast to a ship, he stood straight, flexing his shoulders, and cracking his neck by moving his head from side to side, however, he was merely half-mast after such a rigorous voyage. The definitions on his body were apparent from the lighting of the room, and the sweat that made his body glow in it, many scars struck his body with discolorations of new, mended skin where damage had been done in the past, one could imagine what he went through to get to this intermission full of self-indulgence and relaxation. Years of lashings, floggings, hunting, scrapping, fighting, made his body appear to be a mural made in Tyro depicting a grand conflict, however, they use rock and metal, rather than flesh, he would have to return to taking in artwork as if it were made by Nero painters, so Garrett thought. His body, though not as bulky as the large Oro-kin that roamed Gaia, nor as compact as the Neronians that festered in their nebulosus country, was sturdy, built to withstand harsh impacts and continue, as if he were truly an effect from a psychopath's attempt at necromancy, and gifted their creation with a consciousness. As sturdy as he was, he was also quick, fast enough in reflexes and sheer speed to run with a pack of animals without falling behind or falling in general. He was fit, his body was defined. It dictated he was not complacent in any sense of physical adequacy, that was also evident at the mess he made of during his grand voyage with Raquel. He threw on his lovely undergarments and his dark-brown pants. Fastening his belt and thigh-chaps to avoid their fall and exposing his lovely parts to the public sphere, stepping into his leather boots, adorned with protective, blackened plating. He continued, throwing on a plain brown long-sleeved shirt, perfect for cold weather, tucking it into his snug pant-line before fastening his breastplate to his torso, and the subsequent arm protection and gauntlets. He appeared the same when he arrived to Pearl atop his steed, Acrid, yet now he was standing in a bedroom he shared with one of the lovely, full-figured women that were produced in Gaia. He grabbed his helmet by the brim, sliding it back onto his head, removing himself from the identity of Garrett Everard, the seditious revolutionary, and womanizer, now stoic-enough Knight with a presence threatening to those who could never stoke their ambitions, the Blighted Knight.

It would not be long before he would be in the hallway to all of the other bedchambers, it seemed reasonable enough to make a hasty exit so as to not impede himself further on his true plans for the night. Leaving down a set of stairs, Garrett would nod past those who remained within the Inn's main gathering area, leaving out the front so as to not attract any misrepresented suspicions towards a fully armored blackened knight leaving the Inn in a hurry. The streets were completely different from when he entered, he truly wondered why, it seems his romp had removed him from quite some action. That was of no import to him now their Journey north from Gaia would continue in the afternoon of the consequent day if things were to go to plan, well, the plans he was entrusted to create out of his own volition to guide the group properly as the one with experience as the Pathfinder and an individual with a commanding presence.

Garrett continued to be as inconspicuous as one can be as an irregular in the town with a hurried pace and a shifty demeanor on what his intentions were and where he was heading. If anyone but himself were to be accompanying him on his journey, it would take the two of them towards the lovely forested mountain-range area adjacent to Pearl, in fact, Garrett did not seem to stop at the outskirts of such a place, it seemed as if his plans were to continue into the forest as if he were searching for something, perhaps a staging area of sorts for him to perform some grand scheme to save the city from its dire straits. It was not the case however, it seemed Garrett was in a trance as he walked deeper into the forest, humming a deep, cultist, or religious sounding hymn, either to attract something towards him, or to place fear in the weaker creatures that roamed the brush. He truly was looking for a fight, with something, yet only Garrett knew what he was looking for, to those who could gander a guess by observing him, he may have been searching for one of the many incorporeal beasts that roamed which none had seen, rather, only heard through the tales passed down to them either by the campfire, or by the old crones warning them about the deep forested areas at night. It was not a compliment, to know that darker powers were already encroached towards Pearl due to the purification and healing done in the town just recently due to some lovely, helpful guests. It was also not a compliment knowing that the Nuxtan followers had rooted themselves in the shadows near civilization. Garrett did not care who his adversary was this night. He knew there would be one for him. He also knew he shouldn't be speaking to himself in his head like this.



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Garrett stared at the shopkeeper in his state of sopor. Being guided to such a commercial area was strange for a first-date, in fact, being introduced to such a 'drug' that the potion was, well, that was extremely shrouded in confusion. It took a moment for Garrett to catch on to what Raquel was insinuating, and what the potion actually was. "Oh." Raising an armored hand he would place it against hers, to hold the outside of her hand that held the 'feel good' potion. "This.. Would make you forget, a lot. You would never be able to move forward, you'd just remember what you wanted so hard to forget." He looked at the stand, to Raquel, to the potion. "I'll buy it. But I want you to promise me something that you must never break."

Raquel looked down. Humbled by his words of wisdom. Never having gone through such loss she didn't know precisely how to cope. If there ever was one. She nodded a thank you to his offer of coin for the potion. But his request made her shudder and look up at him with widened expectant eyes, a hint of fear and curiosity in them. "What?"

Garret smiled at her, happy that he had piqued her interest "It doesn't have to be the potion. It can be anything from the market, a ring, a necklace, a pendant, a crystal, a gem, but this potion is here right now." He looked around, motioning her to do the same with his free hand. "Do you see how this place is? After so much pain and fighting? The world as we know it, Raquel, is only this. Everywhere I go, and maybe some day you will too, there is one thing in common: Pain and Suffering. Everywhere. It is not exclusive here, dear." He nodded to himself. "I do not want the world as we know it to be like this. At all. Pain and Suffering is not a fair paradigm that should exist anywhere. I plan, to change this world through what I can do, to end the pain and suffering everywhere. Nobody should be forced to go through the horrors of the world." He looked back at Raquel, hoping to meet her eyes. "What I want you to promise me is when the time comes, wherever or however you may be, you will pledge and align yourself to my beliefs and virtues." With a smile, he continues. "Nobody could ever do such a thing alone. What could change the world is not simply one person who wishes to change it, but many, maybe a whole society, who wishes to change it. I know you hurt. With how the world is currently, hurt will continue. Think about the societies and factions currently in place: They'd jump at the fact that they could take more territory or make themselves more powerful. They will hurt those who have no qualms or claims to such beliefs, they'd hurt people like you, and those we have lost. I want to stop that. Completely. I want to stop all who wish that. I ask for your promise. I ask for yours, and anyone you think would want what I want."

Raquel was taken in by the philosophical speech. Garrett to her seemed truly legitimate in his ideals to help change things. A land with no suffering sold her enough and she was smitten by the promise even despite her sadness. But she was at the same time brimming with questions. "Are you not a knight? Would it not be against some sort of code to see your kingdom as you say?" She sighed. Thinking briefly. "Queen Allo Niscent isn't one to grab territory... I follow her and the people of Gaia. Who I believe share similar desires.." She smiled looking the knight in the visage. "So yes... i promise!"

Garrett nodded. Regardless of how she interpreted what he had said, she would promise to them despite that fact. This will not be the only time she will be thinking on what he said, a seed planted is not a plant until it is fully grown. She will understand exactly what he means soon enough. "Do you want to look for rings? This potion doesn't seem very fruitful, but now that you've got me in the mood, I will get you something of your choosing." He smiled. The conversation was fruitful in the sense that new seeds were sewn in the mind of the poor barmaiden. Strange enough as the world is, materialism was good sense as to remembering a promise.

"A-ah ring..?" She stammered. But was visibly more relaxed by his mention of getting what she wanted. "Well Ive never tried it before... I was hoping you might try with me." Lips thinning into a boisterous smile. As if challenging the knight. "Are you a sober knight? Dark armor yet clean as a whistle." Her left hand ran against his armor whilst her tail expertly grasped the handle of the potion.

He smiled in kind, this was certainly an entertaining encounter, especially with the aspect of such a potion coming into contact with his lips. Lips. He stared at her mouth, as if expressing interest in more than the smile she exposits towards him. He looked at her as she got more physical with his person, and what she might be doing with the potion. Slipping a few coins from his free hand out of the protected pouch of currency fastened to his body onto the counter, he would ensure the potion she had in her hands was paid for, and theirs for their consumption. "A ring and a potion. You sure do drive a hard bargain, Raquel. We'll look for a ring after we go through what this will do to us. We'll have to find a safe place, say a room in an inn, to experience this without a painful end." His free hand would get handsy on it's own, taking a delicate hold on some of the loose locks of Raquel's hair, and shifting them behind her ear, before running his comforting and warm hand along her cheek, in a form of a sweet caress.

It was soon they both were within a room at the inn. Raquel and Garrett whispering sweet promises to each other. The fireplace within one of their finest rooms was where their next conversation started. The ominous potion sitting on a dresser before a mirror that perfectly reflected the low hanging fruit of sunshine coming through the balcony. Stoney and steel enforced. Cold to the touch yet connects you more to the warmth inside of you and eager to seek a body to share it with. The lodgings of Savvan's inn was a cozy place. The smooth tender skinn of Raquel was flush with a crimson underneath her bronze complexion. Her scales were visibly like stone and her filed and polished claws were just as healthy. She laid back on the bed, folding her legs and looking up at Garrett with a smile. "Pardon my rudeness. But are you a knight of Gaia?"

The change of scenery was a a welcomed change for Garrett, such an area would be an opportune time to remove his armor completely and leave it in the room, leaving only the clothing he used beneath the armor to be on his body, the familiar smell of freshly tanned hides and tree bark emanates from his body now that he wasn't wearing such a dirt-smelling armor, either would have been familiar to a hunter of Gaia, one for nobility and one of a fellow hunter. He watched her movements, keeping a relaxed smile on his face. "While we are in this room, I am a Gaian just like you. While we are in this room my duties are to keep you happy. I am indeed a Knight, but not while I'm here, unless you wanted me to be." It was a menial manipulation tactic to dance around the subject but answer it with such a roundabout way. Garrett moved to the edge of the bed, leveling himself with the relaxing woman. "It wasn't rude to ask."

That chiseled form underneath expertly sewn cotton. His odor was kin to natural setting a hunters mark and to her a sign of being an expert traveler through Gaia. Though he was not as large as other men who were knights in Gaia she felt safe around him. He was still fairly foreign to her. The way he spoke in straight sentences. It was hard for her to keep her farm girl accent at bay. "Hmm.. Id prefer you be you." She pointed to him and grinned. "A Knight. Or a man named Garrett whom has traveled into town on a secret mission. The wind sure did blow in a group of you foreigners." Her ears perked up as lights and sounds came from out the window. The blinds letting what little sunlight remained in. The sound of everyone shouting in joy caught her attention and she was stepping onto the floor to walk and see. "What tha hell is going on out there?"

Garrett took a look towards the window. "It may be a commotion I may have to leave for. If you did not want me to stay." He turned, to take a seat on the bed before leaning back so his head pressed against the figure Raquel sported. He had no plans on doing anything but relaxing and sharing a moment with the woman he so graciously courted. "It would be my duty as a knight to go see what the fuss is about. However, I am Garrett Everard at the moment. A big, stark contrast from each other, I assure you." It sounded poetic, he thought, a graceful way to put words, he did not mind giving such inflections and tone to a woman of romantic interest.

The gentle weight of his body filled her with a warm feeling. She kept her eyes on the window but her mind was on his words. "No. I do not wish for you to leave.." The negative thought of keeping a guard from his duty was tempting in a way she ad not felt before. The feeling of power, to have his precious time to herself. A chance she likely won't get again. She turned to look him in the eye. "Garrett Everarda..." She said gently in her accent. It was in contrast to the proper speech of high class nobles and knights. She took his hand. Though hers large for a woman's his was fairly larger. She pressed her own weight to his. Proving she was still a sizable I do blooded woman whose tail was loosely wrapped over his waist. "At least for a few hours.. stay as you are."

@Rai
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Garrett had the pleasure of accompanying Raquel during her break. Leaving the Inn with her, he would extend the crook of his arms for her to take on their walk during her break; whether she took it or not did not decide the continuation of their walk to view the attractions Pearl had to offer. Of course, their trip would lead them straight towards the Pearl's version of the Gaian strength competition. This itself was a great time to recall the story his father told him about the hunter known as Elron. It was a good story to tell your son if you wanted them to grow big and strong like the man who almost killed the biggest bear in Gaia. Unfortunately, it was a tale originally from Onyx, not Pearl. Garrett didn't like the fact that it was another reproduction of culture originally from Onyx implemented in Pearl to garner more visitors and tourists.

"It is as dull as a copy of the finest work of art. Of course I know about this. It's the competition of the strongest hunter, Elron the Conspicuous. From Onyx. Not Pearl. The winner in Onyx would have earned the right to wield the bear's clawed daggers, and the cloak made from it's arm. I don't have a clue what would be won in the Pearl rendition of the festival. Pearl's Strongest has a lovely ring to it though."

He smiled, recounting his younger years as an aspiring Hunter, and participating in the Onyx competition himself a few times. The sweat and effort it took for anyone to get into the upper brackets of the competition, or even get past the initial matches, was a feat of itself. The smell of the bear's preserved fur used as a cloak to a mannequin near the competition's duration was a wonderful smell that any Onyxian would remember dearly.

"I won once. In Onyx. As a younger self. I didn't know how, I think the one who was destined to win gave up so that I would have a chance to bear a title that wasn't.. Son of a Hunter. For once. Scarsine was his name. Strongest one there. Won many times. Except the whim he had when he let me win. Good man. Not sure where he is. "

Garrett knew he was talking too much too quickly. He was here to gather information and have a good time. A good time was not boring a woman by dragging her into his own nostalgia trip. He looked over at his companion for the time being. Hoping that she hadn't already dozed off from his ramblings. He never really got to do those at all. It was good to ramble in places other than his head.

"Do you enjoy the competition? Is it something you're interested in, Raquel?"


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