"I've got a room reserved. Come with me."
she leads you over to her room, and takes her large snake, pitting it in the corner when they get there. she proceeds to cast charm person on you (dc 20) to make this all that much more pleasurable for the both of you. She changes into hybrid form after the spell. She has three tails, yellow fur, and on the tip of her tails the fur goes black. On her back is a diamond-shaped white pattern, moving down and ending at her tail.
"You don't mind, do you?"
Cliff downs his own drink and asks "so am I to come with, or you just want to do a 1-1, maybe find another lady to make this even"
"I think that it's best with just the two of us this time."
"Fair enough,"
"Have fun"
He picks her up by the waist and carries her to the room directed.
"Eh. He can come if he wants."
He makes it back to her room and closes the door with a thud.(with or without Cliff)
He dirobes and his vest goes over the head of the mace in the corner.
When she starts casting the spell his finger goes to her lips.
"No magic. Just nature."
"Hee."
she changes into hybrid form, and ties the scarf to one of her her tails, witch changes into a loose fitting, much smaller scarf. She takes off what little clothing she was wearing.
"You don't mind, do you? The hybrid form, i mean."
"Mostly human is close enough."
With that he decides that there has been more than enough talking.
her sexual performance is wonderful. She's really good at this, she knows just what to do and when.
What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in instinct and power.
"Well now, I've defiantly had worse. You did pretty good."
she and her scarf change into an alternate form, and she picks her snake up.
"Get dressed. Let's get some beer."
[Time card]An hour or three later[/TC]
He recovers quickly and hops to his feet. He redresses and stands. He seems as well off as the start if not better.
"Sure as Hell, the best I've had."
His eyes fade from bright green to cool blue.
"Shall we then?"
"are you done?"
"Yes, I. We are. For now."
"I hope this doesn't become a frequent occurrence."
"That's up her."
"Like a tyrant king, I am bound to hell."
"But you love me anyways."
He follows out the door fully dressed.
"Pour me something tall and strong, if you would. You want a drink I?"
"..."
"Didn't think so. Heh."
"That gets better every time, sir."
"So. Other than that what's there to do around here? Not that anyone would need more."
"Well, let's see... I spend most of my time dancing. I earn more then a living off that."
she pauses for a moment.
"Not really that much to do here. Most pepole are preoccupied with staying alive. It's rather cutthroat here."
"I see. And do you have a real place to stay in this cutthroat town? Back of a bar is nice for play, but it's no place to live all the time. So you're a dancer you say? Care to give a performance?"
"Not really, i Sleep in bars all over the place. I have sex most every night, anyway."
she sighs.
"I would, but I'm a little exhausted."
A stranger enters the door, he stands at about a foot tall and has a bow that looks more than a little to big for him slung across his back. his face is obscured by a pure white mask with small intricate carvings on it's surface. he walks up to the bar with out breaking stride and attempts to swing himself up onto the stool.
as you show difficulty getting unto the stool, but just barely make the jump, a woman walks up.
"Hello sir. I haven't seen you around... Or someone so small."
As he tries to scramble up the legs of the stool he finds the handle of a weapon under his feet which lifts him up onto it.
"There ya go. Saw ya havin a bit a trouble."
The large man says with a smile. All of you is roughly as tall as his head alone.
My name is Mordecae. You haven't seen me around here because I haven't been here.
the little man pulls back his hood to reveal small horns and small pale blue pointed ears. Barkeep! can I have a glass... err a something smaller of water.
"Good to meet you, mordecae.... May i ask, what are you?"
there is a tone of suspicion in her voice, but she hides it well.
"Why have water when there's beer? Tis a bar after all."
"Not everyone has your people's drinking habits."
The metallic voice of the mace at his back states.
"Just thought he'd like somethin a tad stronger."
He seems a bit unnerved by the small man's horns and ears.
Back home the wee people meant one of two things. Mischief or fortune. Either way he intended to stay on his good side.
I'm a kval. and I don't drink alcohol I find it to be a vile drink.
he pauses a second. Did your mace just talk?
Mordecae jumps down from the stool and walks over to the door. He whistles as he holds the door open. A large bird that makes the little man look even smaller. he comes back to the bar and takes a sip of his water before giving it to the bird. Drink all you want Crow.
"I see..."
"Not an imp... Good."
she visibly relaxes.
"So, what brings you here?"
Me and Crow have been wandering around for a while and this looked like a nice little place.
"Ya. He does that. I'm afraid you're missing out on a wonderful part of life, fella."
He watches as the bird flys in.
"Nice pet ya got there. Just about big enough for ya ta ride."
"Nice to meet you, then."
the barkeeper is giving you quite a glare.
"Give me a moment."
she pulls the barkeeper aside, and talks to him for a few minutes, and casts a quick spell.
a when she comes back, he is rather happy to serve you, and to tell off anyone who is susicious of your presence.
"Now, where were we?"
A tall, thin man walks in from the bathroom "ah you're back, that didn't take long, and I see you made a new friend."
"Seems we make a habit of doing just that around here."
He says with a chuckle.
"Yes, well, I've got other things to do with my day."
"Any assistance required with these 'things'?" He asks, always the gentleman this one.
"Not needed, but company's always nice."
"I'll come too, I'm not working today, got nothing better to do"
"Lead on then. Anyone else care to follow along? Two's company. Three's a get together. Four's a party."
He downs what is his third tankard today. He leaves just a bit over the cost of his tab thus far is on the counter.
He goes into another room to retrieve and stow his wallet pouch.
How about three and a half?
"Sounds great. So, if it's only three and a half, are you coming, or is your bird?"
she smiles at you.
"Sure thing little guy, you need a ride?"
Mordecae sighs. Might as well.
when you lift him up you find him to be quite heavy for his size (more than 90 pounds).
as the group leaves the bar, the camera pans out, to a shady figure watching them leave.
"Easy pray..."
"I've got to get some more night tea first."
"Lead on then. Your company awaits."
He stands and indicates the door with an 'after you' kind of gesture.
"So I see you haven't murdered chivalry quite yet."
He raises one eye as he goes to pick up the small guy, "sturdy fellow aren't ya,"
"You having trouble there? Here. I got ya."
(If allowed) he picks up the small man and puts him on his shoulder with no trouble.
"Shall we then?"