Her attention caught by her sister's observation and snuggled under Trendon's arm when he pulled her beneath it to his side. Sarinah looked at the new arrival and arched one eyebrow as Trendon all but propositioned her and said, "My, my, another one to join our fun?" She looked Ryn over suggestively and said, "I'm game if you are Marinah, this should be fun."
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Gently, Marinah tugs her leash for her sister's hand. She turns, without slipping up from under Trendon's arm, and offers the now unheld end to the Amazonian warrioress.
"We would be remiss in our devotions not to explore this opportunity, sister." the dark twin says softly and with reverence.
Ulfr waves in another round, making it a searing dwarven dark. He raises his mug. To achievement, and the process involved.
Raising the mug he toasts, "Here here." before taking a huge sip. He exhales loudly and remarks "Well Ulfr I am glad I ran into you today, even if you took my coin. It's been a day of good food, drink and company. I wish you great victory with the Pathfidners my friend. Maybe we will run into each other again one day.". He chuckles loudly at the prospect of bouncing off the muscled man again.
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Eyes widening in surprise, this time she doesn’t quite catch her jaw dropping before it happens. Looking down at petite, yet amazingly well formed gothic beauty looking up at her with a grace and confidence that still somehow made Ryn herself feel more…powerful, the warrior feels the flush that was without a doubt showing on her face moving it’s way down. Unconsciously digging her toes into the grass she is suddenly very aware of being barefoot.
”Uhm… .. I… I neen to put my boots on,” she says, even as her hand reaches out to take the leash.
Is this really happening? Damn she's gorgeous!
If he was put off by the dark haired twin avoiding his arm he didnt show it, instead he laughed and gave a slight inclination of his head to the beautiful new arrival.
No need realy... Neville... the lady's boots if you would.
He began motioning torwards the pair of boots near the waters edge.
Of course, Sir..." The older fellow said dryly adjusting the front of his coat tails as he moved to collect up his lords hat, the lute, and then the ladies boots.
Tonight will be about... fun, music, and new friends. Be at ease.
He began leaning in to lightly nibble along the bottom of the pretty blond maiden's earlobe while turning for the carraige. There wasnt a doubt in his mind that they would follow along.
The carriage itself was nice, painted a light blueish color with grey trim and matching curtains of a light grey hung in the windows.On close inspection it appeared that a standard on the door had been painted over, perhaps a month or two ago, just a faint outline of a falcon clutching some sort of sword barely registerable.
The seats inside were cushioned.
Do you ladies prefer a light white or a fine red wine? Its too early for the whiskey i believe.
He began with a broad smile holding the door open and proffering the open door to the pretty Sarinah. His Sunrise as he had first called her.
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Even as she distractedly let the elder man assist her with putting on her boots, Ryn found her thoughts racing. "What...what is your name?" she asks recovering a bit of her usual confidence though still a bit unbalanced. Looking at the other two heading to the carriage, she was sure she recognized the singer from somewhere, the realization f the turn in her days events hits home.
'It looks like winning my match might not be the best thing to happen to me today.' she thinks slipping the shield off her back with one hand as she holds the end of the leash in the other, the leather warm in her hand. 'Not by a longshot.'
Oh how rude of me, I am called Trendon Razner now, though perhaps a few months ago that answer would have been different. Since we are in a sharing mood this evening it appears your name would be my beautiful lady? Or shall i call you moonrise, truly another beautiful thing to rival that of the sunrise or sunset in the right setting?
Though quiet distracted, Ryn realizes that the musician was answering her question, apparently assuming it was directed at him. "What?? Oh...yeah...well met Trendon..Moonrise? HAH! Ni I have a name. Ryn. Ryn Mero." she says with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure we've met before...wait..yeah. You were with a group with that jackass that tried to just walk up and kiss me a few months back after a match. I remember you laughing your ass off while your friends dragged his unconscious carcass off somewhere."
He laughed a bit more and shook his head slightly still holding the door open for the other two lovelies. Even if nothing else happened tonight but carousing and laughter it would be a good night.
He had it coming, the liquor made him brave im afraid... If I recall correctly I lost a bit of coin that because of you, but no worries I dont hold a grudge... especially with beautiful women. But please come along... the carraige is much more comfortable for snuggling, even with dark haired beauties.
He teased slightly wanting to laugh even more with Neville glumly drooping his shoulders and waiting a little behind his master waiting to close the door behind them and drive them to wherever his master deemed they go. Neville merely hoped his Lordship knew what he was doing... it was after all a pretty pair of eyes that got him into trouble in the first place.
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Marinah waits, not wishing to interrupt the conversation. Once it ends, she curtsies to the amazonian warrior.
"My name is Marinah, my Champion." a hastily chosen honorific but one that seemed appropriate for the situation.
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"Ngggh, that feels good, keep it up," Sarinah certainly enjoyed the little nibble on her ear. She stepped into the carriage when he held the door for her and made sure he got an eyeful as she got inside. Once seated she turned to look at him and said, "I like a red myself." She crossed her legs at the knee and waited for the others to climb in, and laughed at the story of Trendon's friend, "He certainly deserved that and it's nicer than what I'd've done to him."
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It wasn't just the curtsy or the tone but....something in the demure way Marinah looked up at her than made Ryn very much want to see that expression in a different setting. Breaking into a slow smile, the amazon unconsciously stands a bit straighter. She's been called Champion before, but the word had never sounded so good.
Stepping into the carriage she takes a gamble shortening her grip to create just the tiniest bit of tug on Marinah's leash, hoping she'd judged right. "Come along Marinah, let's not keep our ride waiting."
'Am I really doing this? Look at her #$%@! yes I'm doing this!'
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"Yes, my Champion." Marinah had played with many a heart, both since becoming a courtesan in Calistria's service and afterwards. Somehow, helping a powerful woman find her confidence was always the sweetest reward.
Marinah purrs, just a little. A reward to Ryn for judging the situation right. For tugging on the leash. She follows, up into the carriage.
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Neville... take us to my favorite view.
He stuck his head out of the window just for a moment to give his driver their destination, then he politely poured a nice elven red wine some his collection of bottles hidden neatly in a rack beneath the padded seating closer to the driver. He himself poured a small tot of his absinthe downing it quickly and smiling all the while... He did remember that miss Sarinah had... requested her keep up his activities with his lips and her ear..so he did so, not minding the carraiges movements at all.
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Sarinah accepted the glass and took a sip as Trendon went back to giving her ear lobe a nibble, she giggled at the sensation and laid a hand on his thigh which she began to stroke idly. "Mmmm, yes, keep that up and you'll be well rewarded later."
That little purr was....perfect. As Marinah gets into the carriage beside her Ryn smiles quietly, feeling a special kind of electricity traveling up the leash. "Yes, he definitely did deserve it. she says to Sarinah.
It was probably a good thing the lovely woman had given permission for him to continue, because he hadnt really intended on stopping. He continued to nuzzle at her the whole trip to the upper edge of the city, kissing, nipping along her ear...letting one hand idly slide and trace around her midsection almost teasingly.
He did keep a loose eye on the drinks, pausing to refill if it seemed one ran low. Without having Neville back here it was up to him to be a good host. When the carraige stopped he shot a wink to Sarinah and slowly kissed her full on the lips.
Have any of you lovely ladies stopped to admire the Sunset as if falls over Magnimar from the edge of the Summit? Its a breathtaking viewing on a nice eve...
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Sarinah leaned into the kiss and returned it delightfully. She grinned as she moved and strabled his lap with her legs. The lovely whore said, "That sounds wonderful, I think ai'll just ride you into the sunset then."
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He glanced torwards Ryn and shot her a wink.
"Miss Ryn the view from the roof is quite amazing. With the stepladder its pretty easy to get up on top of the carraige perhaps you and the pretty sunset can enjoy it together?"
He helpfully suggested to the others inside the carraige... while he helpful kissed at Sarinah's neck his hands on the small of her back.
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Her head swimming with a combination of lust, wine and nerves, Ryn simply nods, opening the carriage door and stepping out, she leads Marinah after her. Walking to the stepladder she looks down at the beautiful courtesan. "Up you go......my little prize." she says her voice taking on a slightly bolder tone, encouraged by the prior reactions.
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Marinah has been attentive to Ryn. Not with kisses but with hands. By the time the carriage halts, the dark courtesan has slipped down to the floorboards and removed those boots Ryn so hastily donned not so long ago. Clever fingers, practiced at massage arts taught exclusively in Calistrian temples, press and rub, easing along muscle lines and between bones to ease tension and bring pleasure.
When the carriage stops, Marinah needs little urging to clamor out and climb up the stepladder, offering the amazon a glimpse of the prize that lays beneath her skirts. Or, rather, the silk underthings that guard said prize.
"As my Champion desires." Marinah says, glancing down over her shoulder to lock eyes with Ryn for just...
... one...
... moment.
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Mind and body completely afire, Ryn’s eyes are glued to the mouth watering view above her, that is until Marinah looks back. In that moment of held eye contact, any resolve that Ryn had, even the most minuscule of reservations, evaporate into nothingness. It was a few seconds before she realized she was holding her breath.
That look, inviting, accepting, utterly submissive reaches deep down inside the warrior, pulling at something she hadn’t even full discovered or acknowledged as yet. Setting a fire that needed to feed, a look that was as blatant as it was subtle, promising anything and everything all at once. She had only give the word. And give the word she would.
A grin slips across her face as she begins to climb after her prize, her movements almost predatory in her hunger.
Sarinah enjoyed his lips on her neck and began to rub her hips and chest against him and said, "This is going to be...ah! Fun."
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Marinah waits atop the carriage until Ryn joins her. Once there, she curls up to the larger woman and closes her eyes.
"Tonight I give myself to you, trusting in your spirit, your touch, and your honor." Marinah whispers, "I pledge my devotion for this evening in the name of Calistria, the sacred sting. May she forever destroy her enemies and bring pleasure to herself and her allies."
A shudder of pure arousal passes through Ryn as something inside of her takes hold of her desires, Maninah's words liberating her in ways she couldn't possibly put into words. "Then I thank Calistria for bringing you to me tonight." she responds taking the petite courtesan in her arms, her hands beginning to roam her supple form. "And I will cherish your gift." she whispers as she draws the leash around the back of her neck, angling Marinah's head up as she leans down to kiss her full lips.
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Ulfr spends the rest of the night among people like himself, the rabble-rousers, the rowdy hooligans, the people who tend to pull down property values. And he loves it.
He refrains from getting slobbering drunk. Just enough so that the walk to his tiny one room house in Underbridge is great.
As he walks he takes in the city, the sea air, the hard working people. It was so different from his home in the deserts and blasted wasteland. And yet, people struggled here just as they did there.
He is still waxing philosophical when he arrives home and promptly passes out face first in his hard but warm mat of a bed.
Having consumed the boar meat for lunch, he busies himself with a few more games of chance and rounds out the remainder of the afternoon people watching and observing. He is not as lucky the second half of his day as was on the first and leaves Serpent's run with the sun has set with more or less as much coin as he arrived with.
Departing the Summit, he heads down to Lowcleft and considers visiting his favorite night spot, The Gilded Cage for a few drinks. He doesn't however, fighting the urge is hard but he is disciplined and instead focuses on his work.
He arrives to his rather cheap hole in the wall that he calls home and tosses his gear aside. He pulls out a large leather bound journal and begins to meticulously take notes from the day on the people he met, what he saw and various comments. After an hour of writing he reviews notes from the past few weeks, eventually falling asleep doing so.
As the events of the previous day fade into lurid dreams that unfortunately also end as the dawn reveals itself the interconnected groups of revelers find themselves receiving a message, in one form or another.
Two letters slid under the door of Ryn's abode, and two letters handed off to Neville, and only one lonely letter appearing under the door of Ulfr's home.
I am Sheila Heidmarch, Venture Captain of the newest Pathfinder Society lodge-and the only such lodge in Varisia at this time. You have come to my attention as someone who possesses a certain amount of skills and interests that make you an excellent addition to a highly specialized team I'm putting together for a matter of grave import, not only to the Society but to Varisia as a whole. Please report an hour before noon to Heidmarch Manor-you will be compensated for your visit, but that reward will pale in light to the riches that await you should we come to an agreement on my proposition to you. I look forward to meeting you soon!
~ Sheila Heidmarch
Opening your eyes you spy three slightly larger than average wasps staring back at you. Once you start to stir they hover over to the door, a synchronized halo of buzzing the entire time.
Ulfr reads the letter quickly. He'd been expecting this for a few days, so he was ready. He gathers his pack, straps on his weapons, and gets to wandering in the general direction of the lodge until the appointed time.
Sarinah had a thoroughly enjoyable night and had gone down to have some breakfast after a wild night with her patron. She found the letters under the door and took the one meant for her. She opened and read it realizing just how connected the writer was to figure out where to send it. She was wearing one of Trendon's tunics and nothing else as she finished cooking up some bacon and eggs. All of that done she sat and enjoyed her food while she waited for trendon's arrival.
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As the morning light streams through her window, Ryn slowly drifts into consciousness. As her senses fully awake, the young warrior becomes acutely aware of the warm, petite form snuggled up against her. Smiling as her mind drifts back to the intensely erotic, and altogether enlightening, experience of the previous night( well into the early morning), she looks at the beautiful courtesan as she sleeps.
Gently slipping out of bed, carefully so as not to disturb the young woman who’d made her feel more powerful than any battle or victory, she moves to get a tankard of water from the pitcher on her area table, when she notices a pair of envelopes slipped under her door.
Picking them both up, she opens the one with her name on it, reading through the missive with a grin.
'This is turning out to be a damn good week! I wonder if she’s a Pathfinder too.’ she thinks as she walks back to the bedroom, completely nude, reading through her letter again while carrying the other.
He awoke with a bit of a smirk on his face until he realized he was alone in his bed. He wasnt surprised or shocked... just strangely disapointed. Not that he expected her to be there, surely she was a busy and talented lady. He rose out of his bed and stretched already catching the wafting smell of food coming from the kitchen. A good breakfast would be needed.
He half dressed tossing on a clean pair of breeches for the moment and running a hand through his loose hair, opening the door and blinking at Neville standing there. The man had the razor and a towel.
"a shave this morning sir?" He began dryly and Trenden just stared at him completely confused for a second if he was there than who... His manservant must have been reading his mind again.
Your guest sir.
He said and Trendon could only raise and eyebrow all that talent and she could cook interesting...
I'll run a bit rough today Neville, He began motioning the man away as he moved with a bit of a spring in his step torwards the smells. He stopped in the doorway merely staring at her, taking in the beauty in the early morning light hair a bit mussed wearing one of his shirts...It was a good look on her...then again he didnt think she could have a bad look.
Good morning beautiful, I must admit I am a small amount of surprised...that smells wonderful.
He began stepping forward and slipping behind her, sliding a hand through her hair to expose the side of her neck for a quickly little kiss.
"did you finally sleep well?
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A more thorough workout Marinah has never had. Never a morning person to begin with and without her sister to wake her, the courtesan sleeps until Ryn slips from the bed. Even then, Marinah is only just opening her eyes when the warrioress returns with the letters.
"Is that the Pathfinder seal?" Marinah asks, sleepily. She sits up, unconcerned with her state of undress or the way her black hair sticks up at odd angles after a night of unorthodox passion.
"Yes, it is. I'm not sure if I should be impressed or disturbed by the fact that they knew they'd find you here. Guess the Society really does have eyes everywhere....." she trails off as she looks up at the beautiful woman sitting on her bed. "So you're a Pathfinder too?" she asks sitting and handing Marinah her own letter.
"Our father is." Even when she isn't present, the courtesan refers to her twin as if she were. Two women. One soul.
Marinah accepts the letter and uses one perfect nail to worry the envelope open.
"He... decided to involve us in Pathfinder affairs so the lodge could keep an eye on us when he wasn't about. Which is more or less always."
She reads, the very tip of her tongue poking out past her unpainted lips. The makeup came off before final rest, of course.
"Interesting. It reminds me of some clients I've rejected. The more they butter you up, the more of a chance they have some horrible disease on their nethers."
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"Ugh.. glad to hear you dodged those arrows." Ryn says with a chuckle.
'By Falayna she's so damn adorable it's almost unbearable. That little thing with her tongue when she reads.....mmmm her tongue.'
Catching her own straying thoughts she refocuses with a bit effort. "Then it looks like we're heading to the same place today. I'd say a bit of breakfast was in order first, considering the amount of energy we used up last night." she finishes, her face and neck flushing slightly.
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Marinah stretches out with her whole body, spine arching, hands above her head, toes pointed south.
"Breakfast sounds delightful." Marinah says as she rises from the bed. "I'll need a bath, too."
The courtesan looks up into Ryn's eyes.
"Normally, I'm sure you leave your opponents covered in blood. I'm covered in something else. I should clean up."
Sarinah rubbed her backside against Trendon as he kissed her neck and said, "If I was sleeping much I wouldn't be doing my job now would I?" She reached over and picked up a letter which she handed to him and said, "You have mail, surprisingly so did I."
At the sight of Marinah's languorous stretch, Ryn unconsciously bites her lip. She was sure that it was as much for effect as necessity and she was just fine with that.
"MMmmhhhmm.....If only noon weren't so close. she mutters. "I've done well enough to indulge in having a pretty decent sized tub." she says with a smile. "And since I've gone and made a mess of you..." she says leaning down to give Marinah a deep kiss, keeping her lip between her teeth for a few moments as she pulls away. "Follow me." she says as she walks toward the bath chamber, not bothering to look back, the confidence only half feigned after last night.
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"Yes, my Champion." Marinah purrs happily. She follows along, pleased with the development. A new lover. A new mystery. Who knows. Perhaps someone who deserved it would face the justice of Leather and Lace soon.