Sa'sori leans over the railing to see if the double doors below are open or cracked even a little?
She grimaces pondering outloud, 'That's the problem with that spell he could be anywhere just waiting for us to drop our guard or he could have just fled and we have no way of knowing!'
"We've wasted enough time.. let's do this..."
She tries the double doors... hopefully they are not locked...
Trying the doors, they do appear locked. As you're trying you feel the sharp pain of steel piercing your flesh as a blade suddenly appears being pulled from your side wet with your blood. The Herald standing ready next to you. "You will not defile the inner sanctum b&+*!."
Elvar's eyes go wide, as he hears the Herald's taunt. Seeing no way past the priest's defense, he starts so hurry around the balcony again.
"Aaarhg!", she cries out... as the expected attack comes...
Sa'sori goes on the defensive backing away 5 feet and pulls a potion and drinks.
"So there you are coward!{gasp} Finally got the guts to face us? Did I.. {gasp} make you angry... hmmm...? I'll do much worse than that in a couple of moments!"
{Free action} 5'ft step out of reach
{Move action} pull potion
{Standard action} drink potion
The herald follows after you, blade striking first, then his shield. Both blows connect, but you're able to fend off the lethal assault.
Elvar curses again, hurrying around to get to the herald.
Sa'sori smiles repeating her actions before...
"Can you hear that ..? I do believe it is the sound of your Death coming... inevitable! So please try harder.. you don't have much time left y'know!
{Free action} 5'ft step back
{Move Action} pull potion
{Standard action} drink potion
"My death? You're quite optimistic. Each pierce of my blade draws blood. I am already with my god, it is time to send you to yours traitor." The rapier finds purchase again, but his shield is deflected by your intangible barrier.
Elvar finally makes his way around and is able to attack the herald. Even flanked, Elvar is not able to pierce the clearly trained combatant's defense.
"Times up. No. You are not with your god yet... but I will remedy that now!"
Sa'sori takes another 5'ft step back and casts - ... as swoops in and claws...
Sa'sori hefts her Elven Curve Blade fighting on the defensive...
The priest grunts, swinging his shield at Elvar, then stepping forward and putting his rapier to you. Elvar follows through making his own attack, but still can't manage to break though.
Male half-elf fighter 2
LN Medium humanoid
Init +0; Senses Perception +1
Defense
AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 17; (+3 armor, +4 shield)
hp 20 (2d10+4)
Fort +4, Ref +0, Will –1 (+2 vs enchantment)
Immune: Sleep
Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee short sword +5 (1d6+2/19–20)
or sap +4 (1d6+2 nonlethal)
Ranged dagger +2 (1d4+2/19–20)
Statistics
Str 15, Dex 11, Con 12, Int 8, Wis 9, Cha 10
Base Atk +2; CMB +4; CMD 14
Feats Skill Focus (Survival), Weapon Focus (short sword), Power Attack (-1/+2) Shield Focus
Skills Perception +1, Survival +7 (-3 acp)
Languages Common, Elven
Gear short sword, daggers (2), sap, studded leather armor, +1 Bashing Heavy wooden shield, white robes, iron mask, 12 gp
Elvar 13/20
Priest -2/25
Herald 29/40
Sa'sori falls unable to defend herself...
Fading from the loss of blood, darkness consumes you.
The next thing you are aware of, is the loud groan of wet wood. A salty, sea smell fills your nostrils, and then the pain of your wounds returns. Once your eyes are finally open, you find yourself on a cot in a small room. A dimly flickering lantern sits on a ragged, wetrotted nightstand next to the cot. The wooden walls of the room are damp and empty. You see a single exit from the room, a door opposite the wall your cot rests against.
Sa'sori checks her person... does she have any of her gear anymore? Is she bound? How is she dressed or dressed at all?
Regardless she will stand and try to take stock of the magical energy within her.. she was down to one last spell before she was felled.. how much magic does she have right now available?
She stretches forth her will is nearby.. or has he been returned to her back as her tattoo?
Red wing has returned to a tattoo on your back. Your clothes are in fine condition, and your magical silken robes remain. Your wounds have been bandages, but not healed, and your magic is restored to full. You do not seem to find any of your other gear lying about the room.
Seeing as she is not 'obviously' a prisoner.. she refrains from casting any defensive magic for now.. and gathering her dignity, as best she can, exists the room with the lantern in hand.
Sa'sori is thinking she may be at sea.. are the floor boards swaying like on a ship?
Once you're on your feet, it's hard to find your balance. The floor rocks back and forth, as the boat is tossed by the waves. Exiting the room, you find a small hall, another door lies across from yours and lanterns illuminate the hall from both sides. The floor is wet and you can hear the sloshing of a mop to your right. Glancing that way, a half-elf man is mopping away humming an unfamiliar tune as he works. His arm is bandaged and the clothes he wears are cheap. You finally catch a glimpse of his face in the lantern light and realize it is Elvar.
Sa'sori sees the young half-elven boy and her heart sighs... relieved he was not dead.
She moved forward her eyes tearing up and she tenderly but firmly wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her womanly form against him, resting her head upon the back of his chest.. her voice a soft sob...
"Oh ..., I-I feared you w-were dead! I'm so~so sorry...!! I dragged you into that fight and could have gotten you killed!!! I..I had no idea.. they had that much magic available to them! Pl~Please try to f-forgive me... and Thank You for saving my life~!"
She wept softly at his back and hugged him tightly...
Elvar drops his mop, turning silently and pulling you into an embrace holding you tightly. His strong arms pull you up as he presses his lips tightly to yours holding the kiss just long enough to taste you. "Shh, we're both alive. We couldn't have known."
Sa'sori clings to him at first shocked ..pleasantly so, that he returns her affections~ at last, and her heart races as she melts in his embrace her eyes closing as she luxuriates in the magical moment ...far too brief when he kisses her! She softly sighs, her body trembling with joy and anticipation for more...
When he speaks to her~ her pretty violet eyes sparkle with joy and desire as she slips her arms gently around his neck reluctant to leave his embrace.
"Thank you... I've so wanted to feel your arms around me!"
She looks around the hallway and back to him in wonder, "How did we get here.. where are we? What happened?"
Elvar's arms slip comfortably around your waist, he looks into your eyes hesitating to answer. "You may not like my answer..."
He pauses for a moment, finding the words before explaining. "The herald stabbed you, and you were bleeding bad. You lost consciousness, and there was no way I could get to you and fight off that herald. So I did the only thing I could think of. I begged forgiveness from Razmir, and offered the temple a divine gift. It wasn't cheap, but they treated your wounds. They escorted us out of the temple, and put us on this boat." Elvar frowns before going on, "Part of the deal I made, was we can never return to the city."
"They took most of your stuff, but I remember you saying that elven curved blade and that magic sword had some kind of sentimental value for you. Those were about all I could manage to keep. Even those cost information. Lucky for you, I honestly didn't know much. I had to tell them you were paid to infiltrate by someone in town. I know you met him at a local tavern to report in. Hopefully that isn't enough to pin your friend in."
Elvar sighs heavily again, "I hope you're not too mad."
Sa'sori's expression is clearly, anguished at such a pitiful defeat, but shakes her head and leans into him resting her head against his chest her arms holding him even tighter.
"...no. It was not your fault, after all my 'friends' are the ones that abandoned me.. not you! You did what you had to... to save us both, and we're alive and out of their clutches! It could have ended a lot worse. Thank you... your prudence saved us both!"
"How are you feeling? Elvar asks as he tightens his embrace warmly against you. "Is there anything I can get you?"
Sa'sori smiles at him, "...with you at my side... I feel fine. But I am a little hungry and thirsty?
"Oh right," He says as the obvious strikes him. "Of course you are, come on." He releases you from the embrace and takes you to the room across from where you were resting. The room is similarly adorned as yours. You quickly spot Asar's longsword, Asar's Chainmail, and the Elven Curved Blade the Mayor of Kassen gifted to you resting in a corner next to a lightly filled backpack.
Elvar grabs a waterskin and unwraps a small cloth with rations inside for the two of you to share. He sits on the bed leaving room next to him for you to sit and share in the meager meal.
Sa'sori sits at Evlar's side... close enough to touch, clearly sad.. but gaining confidence from the warmth of his closeness and eats.
She sighs, "Do you know what port were heading for? I feel I have had enough of this damnable country! The sooner I'm far away from here the better... um.. that is if you still want to come with me?"
"I promised I'd help you get on your feet.. and I'm not backing down on that!"
Elvar puts his hand on your leg, sensing the physical contact is helping. He picks at the meal, but is barely hungry and leaves most of it to you.
"We can go talk to the captain when you're feeling up to it. They said we can sail as long as we like as long as I pull my weight. They stop at several ports along the lake."
Sa'sori takes in his words nodding slowly... her mind working... pondering the situation. As she eats the strength seem to slowly build within her..as she brushes a stray strand of her cascading golden hair from her face... the natural beauty that is hers really begins to dawn on Evlar. There is a strength of character of purpose and a unyielding will in her thoughtful gaze. The arcane tattoos that enticingly decorate her lovely.. slender, if definitely buxom form.. seem to deepen in their crimson color not darkening but growing clearer.. more precise & intricate.. they tingle at the touch of him sitting so close to her. The fragrance of her hair and flesh fills the small cabin with her presence; it's almost intoxicating!
...she is stunningly beautiful. Then she turns her deep violet gaze to Evlar and smiles, "..well you need not do that alone. My last experience on the seas taught me a thing or two about sailing.. I can and will~ help!"
As she speaks her voice grows confident and her eyes sparkle a clear sign he has learned to notice that means she indeed has a plan and a direction...
"I expect we are traveling on Lake right now.. if the captain is traveling the ports around the Lake.. I'd like to leave ship a . There we will sell Chain Mail and re-equip you with gear your more comfortable with. The elves of are I believe the fair sort and will not try to cheat two half-elves down on their luck. I've wanted to go to Kyonin for some time.. I'd... like to find out where my Real father is and who he is. is the name my mother told me was his surname. I've taken it as mine.. but I know not if he even knows I exist. After that.. we'll see where we are, then~ WE will decide what to do next! We're free, and the world is ours to explore and conquer, this set-back might be a blessing in disguise!"
She takes his hand and squeezes it affectionately~ reassuring with her pretty violet eyes that the indomitable spirit of fire within her again is burning. That Spirit Evlar is so use to seeing.. !
Watching you slowly grow back to your old self makes Elvar smile, contented in simply watching you. Enjoying the intoxication that surrounds him. "Whatever you'd like. It's not like I've got anywhere else to be now."
Sa'sori's gaze subtly changes... but the sparkle in her violet eyes only increases as a sinful smile touches her lips...
"Oh really...! Then where were we, oh yes.. here~!"
As she leans in to kiss him ... pulling him close... her grip strong.. her touch soft and yeilding. She tastes him her tongue gently seeking his...
Her hot breath comes in soft gasps, 'I'm... sure the Captain can spare ..my hero for a ...few hours?'
...there is no question what she desires more than food right now as she places her hands on his chest urging him to the cot...!
Elvar holds you close, his tongue meeting yours. His technique is inexperienced and a bit overanxious. At your urging, he hesitates, with a minor protest, "Are you sure? You're injuries?"
Sa'sori smiles, "Awe...you're so sweet..."
She lowers her gaze somewhat embarrassed and whispers, "...I need more than just healing you know... but ..I'll be fine, that is.. if you ..want me?"
She pauses not pushing... even as desire is burning her inside.. she would not want to force Evlar if he did not want her...
Elvar slips his hands under your ass, scooping you into his lap and letting you feel his desire pressed into you. He leans in tasting the flesh in the nape of your neck and whispers, "Of course I want you. What man wouldn't?"
Sa'sori sighs pleasantry at his touch, a purr deep in her throat,
She lifts her hands from his chest one to gently caress his cheek & delicate elven ears and the other circling his neck tickling the hair at the nape of his neck as she leans in to press her more than ample breasts to his chest.
Kissing his forehead she whispers, "..then let's have no more talk darling.. and let our body's do the communicating..!"
Tenderly lifting his gaze to look into her eyes of , she admonishes him, "...It has been a long time.. since I have taken a man of MY choosing to bed. Please... Don't be gentle!!"
And then she is smothering him with kisses and the softness of her touch... the fragrance of her cascades of golden hair.. filling his senses...
Elvar stares up the beauty above him. Since the first night in the tavern he caught his eye. At first he was slightly put off by her aggressive nature. Even now he still is, but seeing her scared, injured, her confidence shaken gave him a glimpse at another side of her. That underlying rage and aggression still scared him, but the soft girl he saw under it was what finally broke Elvar to this girl.
When she was close, he was intoxicated. Her scent filled his nostrils and drove him wilder than the strongest wine. Her soft touch sent chills and shivers across his flesh. As wrapped around her as he was, Elvar still refused her request. Taking the girl and making love to her. He took his time, ensuring her pleasure in every action. His technique was unrefined, but the passion and care behind it was genuine.
At first Sa'sori is all fire and passion.. almost frantic. There is No Doubt in the young man's mind... 'Sa'sori has been trained Very Thoroughly in the art of pleasuring others'... and it takes an extreme amount of self-control not to give into her exciting touch and the passion of her ardor. Her bloodline magical tattoos.. do indeed go 'all the way down'... they tingle and are hot to the touch... but not uncomfortably so.
But soon his slow and tender attention to pleasuring her... confuses her and she is perplexed. Slowly realization dawns on her. Sa'sori is no stranger to the intimate touch of stranger men or women... her time in the temple of CALISTRA she has been ravished senseless or driven her 'clients' into paroxysm of uncontrolled pleasure~ MANY TIMES... but suddenly she realizes Evlar is trying to pleasure her.. not for what he can get out of her.. but because he really cares for her and wants her to feel loved!
Tears begin to well in her pretty violent eyes, her breath coming in soft gasping sighs. Her hands clasped in his, her legs locked around his, her soft breasts crushed against him~ one foot gently caressing the back of his thigh. Evlar notices her tears...
Her expression is one of tenderness at seeing his concern, she whispers, 'Oh ~ I.. don't know why... I'm crying, I feel.. so happy... I have been forced... to be with~ so many men... and women.. but no one has ever~ Made Love to ME!'
"{sob}, You're so kind to me ... {sob}...I Love You!"
She was so full of fire and passion.. a fire that was never quenched by more passion.. but Evlar's tenderness has touched her heart. His tender, genuine, care has finally quenched the the burning passions within the young woman's heart~ replacing wanton desire... with real heartfelt affection!
She melts in his embrace.. her arcane tattoos shimmering drawing his attention with their tingling feel upon his skin... and when he delicately traces them with his fingers she trembles in ecstasy. He can feel the warmth of her and the racing of her heartbeat... that he has won.
Sa'sori's cries and gasps of joy and passion are for the first time in a long time... uninhibited~ truly because she feels loved!
When they are both spent she cuddles in his arms resting her head in the circle of his shoulder, her long cascades of golden hair tangled about both their sweaty bodies, an arm resting across his chest her sleep satisfied and untroubled.. for once.
Elvar is gentle petting your shoulder both as you fall asleep and wake some time later. Your head still resting on his chest as he tries to remain still for you. Feeling you stir, a soft kiss is planted on your head as his whole body shivers into a long stretch.
Raising his voice barely above a whisper he groggily says, "Good morning."
Sa'sori, eyes still closed, smiles and snuggles even closer, "Mmmhmmm... good morning.. ."
She rubbed her hand gently across his chest... purring affectionately in his arms.
Eventually she opens her violet eyes her gaze full of tenderness and deep love~ meeting his eye, "..Guess we can't stay here forever can we?"
Elvar chuckles slightly at his own joke before he's even said it. "Depends how well you can swim. Otherwise I should probably get back to work before the captain throws us overboard."
Sa'sori smiles and rolls over atop him ...effectively pinning him to the bed.. smiling in his face. Her long fragrant hair dragging across his bare chest.. enticingly...
She writhes just a little so he can certainly feel the press of her feminine form atop him chuckling she chides, {giggle} "...well we can't have than now can we?"
She takes his hands in hers and sensuously lifts/drags his arms above his head on the cot as she leans forward to place a very soft but heartfilled lingering kiss upon his lips!
" just a reminder of what you have awaiting.. tonight...!"
And in a graceful motion she rolls off him to her feet one hand sensuously tracing the lines of his body trialing her long hair as it brushes across him leaving the scent of her flesh and hair, and the softness of her touch~ lingering in his memory..
Elvar lets loose a playful animistic growl in response to your touch. "You don't have to stay locked away in your dungeon princess. I'm sure they'll be happy to meet you if you're feeling up to it.
Standing, naked, the true length of her hair is clearly down to her mid calve and it drapes around her like a cloak of gold strands as she stretches a lean but rather athletic build. Her reddish hued arcane tattoos trial along her shapely flanks and fetchingly on her cheeks and arms; more complex than he remembers. Not a hint of flab on her anywhere. Her face is briefly in shadow but her pretty violet eyes glow with magic. Her pointed ears are prominent as she lifts her hands to gather her hair to the nape of her neck behind to trail down her back...
Sa'sori chuckles, "...I've been called many things.. princess is not one of them! No.. I have every intention of chipping in to help with sailing."
With that Sa'sori begins to cast a sequence of spells... to clean & freshen both her body and Evlar's... removing any happily earned but unsightly stains from her clothing and his discarded on the floor and filling the room with a freshened scent of sea air. Followed by to expertly braid her cascading hair in it's usual fashion of two long braids... and to dress herself.. not in her silken ceremonial ... but her commoners clothing... more suited to the harsh work of sailing. Halter top, skirt, loin cloth first and her loose shirt gathered and tied up under her breasts.. but going barefooted.
She smiles for him and then collects her elven curve blade to drape it across her chest...cutting a roguish savage sea beauty to her appearance.
"I'd offer to dress you.. but I'm afraid I'd be too tempted to bed you again... a girl can only hold herself back so much in face of such manly charm!"
Elvar is utterly enthralled by how easily you're able to accomplish your tasks. His jealousy is evident on his face as he watches you work. It isn't until you mention it, that it occurs to him that he should be getting dressed. Face flushes he quickly gathers his freshly cleaned clothes. The simple cloth, little more than begger's rags, fit loosely over him. A plain undyed shirt and brown pants with quite a few patched holes in the legs is all he wears. No undergarments to speak of either last night or now.
Once dressed he leads you out into the hall. The mop and bucket abandoned last night have been picked up and pushed to the side of the hall. The floor long dried. Looking down the hall you see your room across from Elvar's two more rooms on each side of the hall behind you and a door at the end of the hall. The opposite end has a single flight of wooden stairs leading to a door. Sunlight beams through the cracks in the wet wood.
Sa'sori lets Evlar lead her out on deck. Pondering the Mop and bucket.. she kind of flushes herself.. considering the noise their coupling must have made... but soon the fondness of the memories makes her smile regarding Evlar's strong arms and back, and how pleasantly wonderful it had been to feel his strength possess her. She involuntarily raises a hand to her chest her breath almost catching as he heads her along the hall...
Before exiting to the deck she gently takes his hand in hers...
Elvar leads you up above deck, the sun momentarily blinding. Once your eyes adjust, you can only see sea in every direction. The boat you're standing on is a small single sail vessel. A gruff looking mountain of a half-orc lazily man's the wheel. A thick scar over his left eye keeps that eye mostly sealed shut, a thick wiry black beard with a dash of grey on his chin covers most of his features, his tanned bald head reflects the harsh sun down at you. The orc glances around searching the horizon for a moment. Checks the wheel again, then steps down towards you.
As he approaches, his heavy, commanding steps shake the wood of the deck under your feet. In a loud, gruff voice he growls, "Morning son! Good too see your lady finally woke up!" His tone is surprisingly friendly for such an imposing figure.
The orc shoves a hand out to Sa'sori. The massive hand nearly the size of your forearm as he roughly shakes your hand. "Nice to meet you miss, names Able Rogers."
Sa'sori is indeed taken aback by the large half-Orc sea captain, but quickly recovers thinking~ 'Were all the same.. half-breeds each of us.. too foreign to be accepted too similar to be trusted, we must look out for each other!'
She smiles taking his hand warmly, "Thank you kindly Captain For taking us in... we are lucky to have been placed in your kind care! I'm ~ Warrior & Sorceress! I intend to earn my keep as a deckhand if you will have me.. I know enough about sailing to help and not get in the way! What is the name of your ship? Its unlucky not to know the name of the Vessel you're to be crewing!"
Able's face goes pale as you're speaking. "God's woman, don't let Captain Cormak hear you call me that! She'll string me up and have me pull the ship by stroke!" The orc lets out a loud belly laugh, before continuing. "She's already in a foul enough mood after last night. She's sleeping in after 'Some cat below deck kept mewing and screeching like it was drowning all the night through.'" The orc laughs even harder as Elvar's face goes flush, knowing his quarters are just two down from the captain's.
"If you want to help out, you can, but the boys paid your passage. I'm sure we can give you a little something for the work though if you want. If not rest, relax, and enjoy the hospitality of the Red Lass's Rendezvous"
If Evlar flushes... Sa'sori goes almost her eyes widening in embarrassment!
"Oh. Oh my.. sorry. But..er yes, I'll help out, I want to!"
Then the thought finally dawns on her... 'Able said, Captain Cormak is a she.. oh dear how... awkward that must have been...! And taking in the ship's name.. I'd guess she got NO sleep last night! I'd best go easy tonight and tread carefully around the Captain!'
With a flush of embarrassment Sa'sori turns to throw in a helping hand with the rest of the riggers and swabs... not only to take her mind off the awkwardness of her embarrassment.. with hard work but also to get a feel for the ship~ Red Lass's Rendezvous.. her size, quality, and the diligence of her care & keeping.
Despite her willingness to help and her focus on the jobs at hand of sailing... even though she is not trying to be sensual, Sas'ori cannot hide the stunning beauty that she is as she works. The flash of her bare muscular dancer's legs, the way her long hair whips in the sea breeze, the deep sparkle of her pretty violet eyes... even the flash of sweaty flesh of her ample bosom & bare muscular midriff... not to mention her enticing arcane tattoos or the CALISTRAN Temple prostitute Tattoo blazon on her left breast~ all serve to make no small amount of pleasant distraction to the male crew on deck...
She is clearly skilled but a little unsteady on deck which only enhances the display of her femininity to all present...
The ship and crew are small. Counting the first mate, you count a half dozen crew working. A single sail keep the boat moving, but they seem in no hurry to get anywhere. Most of the crew keeps to keeping the deck clean and polished. For as old and rickety as this boat is, you have to admit it is very clean. There seems to be two ways to access below deck. The crew cabins where you came from that are very large for a boat this size, and a storage area below the wheel near the back of the boat. Two finely dressed humans who are clearly not part of the crew keep to themselves near the back of the boat, poles with fishing line in hand hanging over the rail and a small silver bucket of water between them.
Sa'sori is curious about the two well-dressed travelers.. do they seem be dressed int he fashions of Tamaran... or are they truly foreigners?
At some point when no one is looking Sa'sori will cast a and pan the ship crew and passengers.. not critial information, but since being exiled from Tamaran by the Cult of Razmiran, Sa'sori is no longer willing to take anything for granted.. and suspects the Razmiran's have not 'truly' let her and Evlar go.
They are dressed in local Tamaran fashion, and are likely well to do merchants based off their outfits.
Your spell detects nothing suspicious. The two travelers have a couple magic items on them. Elvar and most of the crew have nothing on them. Able has a magic armor, weapon, and two other auras among his things.
Sa'sori takes in the info and tries to relax focusing on her work.
But the realization comes to her.. now.. she can 'truly' be hurt.. she cares for Evlar.. for there is NO Denying the fierce protectiveness she feels for him now! Before yeah she had friends she wanted to protect and she would have been sad if they were hurt or killed.. but .. he's special. Evlar's gotten a place within her heart. She would be crushed if he came to harm.
The young half-elven woman steeles her resolve .. to not let that happen!