"You are already deserving," Shalelu replies.
In Lio's words, Myri begins to "leak". She squeezes her sister again, draws back and looks up into her face.
sense motive:
...but as always, she can read Shae about as well as an ungraffittied brick wall. "Thank you for saying that. It makes me happy. But I will try to do better." She finally releases the taller elf woman, sniffles and wipes her face with her hands.
Whatever Zaiobe silently told Mel, it must have struck a cord, because Mel doubles over in silent laughter. Still a very deep green.
Alaric gives the ladies an amused eyebrow raise.
Lio places a very gentle kiss where she has just been spending all that time and attention with her tongue. One hand placed lightly on your hip, the other still in place between your legs, she slowly withdraws her finger, and watching you, licks it clean. Kneeling between your legs, she is able to admire quite a lot of you, as she does so, she realizes just what she is doing, and begins to blush furiously, a shy, yet very happy, smile upon her lips.
Shalelu's breathing gradually returns to normal, although her face remains somewhat flushed. She looks at you, smiling.
"If we are to continue," she whispers. "I think that you are overdressed."
"This is going to be difficult." Hrunndalf looks into his mug as if he had just tasted something bitter. "Perhaps the first thing you teach us should be how to apologize, then."
"Well ... you can use sumimasen for some situations, and sumimasen deshita if you are apologizing for something you've done. Moushiwake arimasen is more formal and shows more feeling - moushiwake arimasen deshita if it's for something you've done. Shisurei shimashita is also formal, but shows less strong feeling. Gomennasai is informal, so don't use it for anyone of superior rank. Shisurei is casual and mostly used by men. Doumo is also casual, and Gomen so informal it should be only used with close friends or family members."
"Um, I've been told that apologizing is considered very important there."
Alaric gives the ladies an amused eyebrow raise.
After a while, Mel manages to get herself under control. Sitting up she sees Alaric looking in their direction, and immediately the fading blush re-darkens and she breaks eye contact with the uncleric.
"Well ... you can use sumimasen for some situations, and sumimasen deshita if you are apologizing for something you've done. Moushiwake arimasen is more formal and shows more feeling - moushiwake arimasen deshita if it's for something you've done. Shisurei shimashita is also formal, but shows less strong feeling. Gomennasai is informal, so don't use it for anyone of superior rank. Shisurei is casual and mostly used by men. Doumo is also casual, and Gomen so informal it should be only used with close friends or family members."
"Um, I've been told that apologizing is considered very important there."
Myri looking over her tea at Hrunndalf & Ameiko, begins to get that "fish out of water" or "deer in headlights" look.
Myri looking over her tea at Hrunndalf & Ameiko, begins to get that "fish out of water" or "deer in headlights" look.
Alaric, quietly: "You'll do fine. And when in doubt, look at what I'm doing, then do the exact opposite."
Alaric, quietly: "You'll do fine. And when in doubt, look at what I'm doing, then do the exact opposite."
"Maybe we all practice apologizing," Rhost says from where he is busy cooking . "Moussaka arimasen."
Myri looks back and forth between the two men and begins to laugh. "I think we may be in trouble. I can see it now, "group killed while trying to save the country, because they offended citizens they were trying to apologize too, calling them mooses' asses" or something. She stops smiling, sighs, I guess I'm going to have to get serious on this language thing. Um, when's the next lesson, um class, whatever?"
Alaric sighs. "我虛心求求你對我的野蠻方式的一種放縱。此外，我完全充滿了水果和奶酪。"
Alaric sighs. "我虛心求求你對我的野蠻方式的一種放縱。此外，我完全充滿了水果和奶酪。"
Mel raises a single eyebrow, from her quiet place in the makeshift cooking area, "Fruit and cheese?" A pause, "The important question being what kind of fruit?"
Alaric sighs. "我虛心求求你對我的野蠻方式的一種放縱。此外，我完全充滿了水果和奶酪。"Mel raises a single eyebrow, from her quiet place in the makeshift cooking area, "Fruit and cheese?" A pause, "The important question being what kind of fruit?"
Lio looks up from her spot behind everyone, nearly out of sight as she tries not to get in the way in the cooking process. Her eyes travel from Mel to Alaric, and back to Mel "Dragon fruite."
Shalelu's breathing gradually returns to normal, although her face remains somewhat flushed. She looks at you, smiling.
"If we are to continue," she whispers. "I think that you are overdressed."
Lio's shy smile gets a little more generous. She actually lowers her eyes, taking a long moment to find the courage to meet your gaze. Nervously, she unties the laces of her hose.
Lio's shy smile gets a little more generous. She actually lowers her eyes, taking a long moment to find the courage to meet your gaze. Nervously, she unties the laces of her hose.
Shalelu sits up. Very slowly, a lace at a time, she starts to help you out of your clothes.
Kalimac stabs at the Ulfen raider that remains within his reach. He calls out, "Run you cowardly cretins! Tell your raiding kin that to raid this caravan is to invite your doom!"
Ride Check (on general principles):
Lance:
Damage:
Miss Chance:
Intimidate:
Shalelu sits up. Very slowly, a lace at a time, she starts to help you out of your clothes.
Once there isn't a stitch between the two of you, Lio reaches out, touches your hand with shy finger tips, interweaving her fingers with yours.
Rising gingerly to his feet, Alaric clasps the broken link and channels.
Myri hops onto the drivers seat of the wagon she is next to and calls to Silmemir to make sure she is away from the swarm of spiders. She covers the Ulfen raiders that she can see, but she does not shoot the fleeing foes as they scatter into the night.
Liothonae steps to the side and does something druidic and mystical, but apparently it is protective, as it has no visible effects. The spider swarm dissipates, the individual insects scuttling off and disappearing into the mist.
The raiders' call to retreat takes Hrunndalf by surprise. Only a few heartbeats ago, the tide of axemen seemed sure to overwhelm the camp, yet now it ebbs away into the fog. There is another lesson in this, he feels.
Hrunndalf is about to leave the last few raiders to flee, when the bloodwing raven suddenly comes to his mind. Was this a random waylaying, or did someone mean for the caravan to be sundered here? He steps forward, and with a whispered word, he wills Þrumublað to still its electrical anger, and reaches for a raider's legs with the spike jutting from its blade's back and gives a hard pull.
"נישט אַזוי שנעל. איך האָבן אַ ביסל שאלות פֿאַר איר, הונט."
Mel watches the two Ulfen near Alaric and Lio, waiting.
Rhost moves toward the Ulfen within the circle to encourage them to flee without hacking their way through Myriana & Silmemir, and uses his mighty rage to shrug off some of the damage he has taken.
Kalimac stabs at the Ulfen raider that remains within his reach. He calls out, "Run you cowardly cretins! Tell your raiding kin that to raid this caravan is to invite your doom!" But the raider is already vanishing into the mist, and his stab strikes air.
Except for the one on the ground, the raiders withdraw and flee into the wild.
The one remaining, seeing her position, drops her weapons and holds up her empty hands.
Mel, who either can't see or doesn't care about Hrunndalf's prisoner, rushes over to Alaric. Her hands start to reach for his injury when she realizes she doesn't have a clue what to do to help. Her emerald green eyes flash with frustration at the realization. Those eyes look up, and plead with him to heal himself.
Alaric limps over to the surrendered raider. "We're not so hard to understand if you just listen." He touches her lightly on the arm and steps back.
To the prisoner: "Do you understand me?"
Mel, who either can't see or doesn't care about Hrunndalf's prisoner, rushes over to Alaric. Her hands start to reach for his injury when she realizes she doesn't have a clue what to do to help. Her emerald green eyes flash with frustration at the realization. Those eyes look up, and plead with him to heal himself.
He smiles wanly at her. "I'll start healing when everyone's gathered together. I'm fine, love. Don't worry about me."
Once there isn't a stitch between the two of you, Lio reaches out, touches your hand with shy finger tips, interweaving her fingers with yours.
Shalelu remains where she is for long moments, her hand laced with yours, taking you in.
Then she lays back down, once again gently pulling you on top of her until your entire body lies across hers, skin to skin.
Her hands rove gently over your back, and farther down, as she shifts to position her smooth thigh between your legs.
Alaric limps over to the surrendered raider. "We're not so hard to understand if you just listen." He touches her lightly on the arm and steps back.
To the prisoner: "Do you understand me?"
She says nothing.
She says nothing.
Alaric attempts a comforting smile, still holding his side where the raider nearly cut him in half. "Come now. Don't be frightened. If you're going to surrender, talking to us won't hurt too much."
Alaric sighs. "我虛心求求你對我的野蠻方式的一種放縱。此外，我完全充滿了水果和奶酪。"
Myri raises an eyebrow.
Mel raises a single eyebrow, from her quiet place in the makeshift cooking area, "Fruit and cheese?" A pause, "The important question being what kind of fruit?"
Her brow furrows.
Lio looks up from her spot behind everyone, nearly out of sight as she tries not to get in the way in the cooking process. Her eyes travel from Mel to Alaric, and back to Mel "Dragon fruite."
Questioningly, "dragon fruit?...what?"
She says nothing.Alaric attempts a comforting smile, still holding his side where the raider nearly cut him in half. "Come now. Don't be frightened. If you're going to surrender, talking to us won't hurt too much."
She shakes her head no. She appears to be rather frightened.
She says nothing.
Mel glares at the healer for a moment, before centering herself. When she turns to the woman on the ground her voice isn't kind, but it is soft. "Hæ. Ég held að Hrunndalf vill ..." a brief pause, "að spyrja þig nokkurra spurninga. Ert þú tilbúin til að vinna?" She looks at Hrunndalf questioningly.
"to ask you some questions. Are you willing to cooperate?"
Shalelu remains where she is for long moments, her hand laces with yours, taking you in.
Then she lays back down, once again gently pulling you on top of her until your entire body lies across hers, skin to skin.
Her hands rove gently over your back, and farther down, as she shifts to position her smooth thigh between your legs.
Lio very obligingly repositions herself ever so slightly, to accommodate that smooth thigh. Her own thigh in turn, is in a very similar position. She lifts herself up a little, to give her some leverage, and look into your eyes. Then, ever so carefully, she moves , sliding up against your conveniently placed thigh, and causing her own to move against you. At the very top of the movement, her lips find yours.
Kalimac tries to help Alaric in calming the prisoner so she'll talk. "Please. The battle is over; no further blood will be shed. Speak to us."
Diplomacy:
Lio very obligingly repositions herself ever so slightly, to accommodate that smooth thigh. Her own thigh in turn, is in a very similar position. She lifts herself up a little, to give her some leverage, and look into your eyes. Then, ever so carefully, she moves , sliding up against your conveniently placed thigh, and causing her own to move against you. At the very top of the movement, her lips find yours.
Shalelu holds the kiss, prolonging it as the two of you start moving against each other. Her hands slide down to cup your buttocks, and then they press gently down, pulling you even closer and adding to the pressure between your bodies.
Kalimac tries to help Alaric in calming the prisoner so she'll talk. "Please. The battle is over; no further blood will be shed. Speak to us."
She remains unwilling to speak to either Melinda or Kalimac.
The rest of the Caravan begins drifting in from the other side of the camp, rejoining you.
She remains unwilling to speak to either Melinda or Kalimac.
The rest of the Caravan begins drifting in from the other side of the camp, rejoining you.
Mel shrugs, assuming that Hrunndalf must have a plan. Her eyes look over those who defended the other side of the caravan, but she doesn't leave Alaric side.
Wincing, Alaric calls over to them: "We have a prisoner, but she's rather frightened. I've given her Taldane for the time being, so if anyone would like to try calming her, that would be wonderful."
Shalelu holds the kiss, prolonging it as the two of you start moving against each other. Her hands slide down to cup your buttocks, and then they press gently down, pulling you even closer and adding to the pressure between your bodies.
A nearly inaudible sound of pleasure escapes Lio's lips, to find it's way into you as you kiss. Her back arches, and the friction between you grows a little more heated, as she moves against you. Supporting herself with one arm, her free hand finds its way to your hip, and then to just a little further back, to pull you closer, just as you are pressing her.
Mel, who either can't see or doesn't care about Hrunndalf's prisoner, rushes over to Alaric. Her hands start to reach for his injury when she realizes she doesn't have a clue what to do to help. Her emerald green eyes flash with frustration at the realization. Those eyes look up, and plead with him to heal himself.He smiles wanly at her. "I'll start healing when everyone's gathered together. I'm fine, love. Don't worry about me."
As Myri looks over Silmemir's wounds, she hears Alaric's voice. "आना." she says as she hops of the wagon and heads over to look at the fallen raider. She scans their surroundings again and listens towards the perimeter, just as a precaution.
Perception:
Her eyes move back towards the Ulfen woman, looking her over. She takes a drink from her water bottle before offering it to the woman, crouching down, not on her heels, but on the balls of her feet, "Water?" She asks, questioningly. She does make sure Silmemir is not...overly threatening.
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A nearly inaudible sound of pleasure escapes Lio's lips, to find it's way into you as you kiss. Her back arches, and the friction between you grows a little more heated, as she moves against you. Supporting herself with one arm, her free hand finds its way to your hip, and then to just a little further back, to pull you closer, just as you are pressing her.
Shalelu's lips remain pressed against yours as the movements of her lower body become more urgent. She grinds herself against you as she slowly begins to build towards a second climax.
Her eyes move back towards the Ulfen woman, looking her over. She takes a drink from her water bottle before offering it to the woman, crouching down, not on her heels, but on the balls of her feet, "Water?" She asks, questioningly. She does make sure Silmemir is not...overly threatening.
"Please let me go," the woman finally whispers, appearing reluctant to say even that much. "I can't tell you anything."
Myri looks over at Kalimac and Hrunndalf then looks back at the woman. "I am Myriana. What's your name?" She sits down, taking the weight completely off of her feet.
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Alaric stares at the captive, first muttering to himself the familiar: "All languages are one," then, "A mind is a book with its cover closed."
He stares at her for several seconds.
"Tell me about the blood-feather raven, please."
Shalelu's lips remain pressed against yours as the movements of her lower body become more urgent. She grinds herself against you as she slowly begins to build towards a second climax.
Lio's pace matches yours, thought it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain the kiss. A few times, your lips separate, and a very soft gasp or two escapes into the cool night air. Lio slides against your thigh, rhythm speeding up, pace increasing.
Alaric stares at the captive, first muttering to himself the familiar: "All languages are one," then, "A mind is a book with its cover closed."
He stares at her for several seconds.
"Tell me about the blood-feather raven, please."
don't talk remember your oath oh gods just want to get out of here this was a complete cock-up raven? don't talk why is he asking about the raven? flew big raven over the boat just before the attack
Lio's pace matches yours, thought it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain the kiss. A few times, your lips separate, and a very soft gasp or two escapes into the cool night air. Lio slides against your thigh, rhythm speeding up, pace increasing.
Shalelu clutches you close to her, as close as she can, everything forgotten except your body and hers, pressed together, moving together, just ... about to ...
"Please let me go," the woman finally whispers, appearing reluctant to say even that much. "I can't tell you anything."
Hrunndalf also crouches down beside the raider, holding his spear for support, blade pointing away into the sky. He makes sure his blood has cooled from the heat of combat before he speaks. When he does, his voice is low and calm, but with an edge of no-nonsense intensity.
"Við erum tilbúnir til að losa þig. En það er eitt sem við þurfum að vita af þér. Ekki skömm sjálfur með lygi. Við munum vita." A pause, then: "Did lýður þinn árás okkur af handahófi, því að þeir höfðu tækifæri? Eða var þar til áætlun? Vissir einhver senda þér?"
Did your people attack us at random, because they had the opportunity? Or was there a plan? Did someone send you?
Wincing, Alaric calls over to them: "We have a prisoner, but she's rather frightened. I've given her Taldane for the time being, so if anyone would like to try calming her, that would be wonderful."
The rest of the group gradually assembles near where the prisoner sits. The goblinoid, monstrous humanoid, and outsider presence does not appear to diminish her anxiety.
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Myri takes another pull from her water bottle. Offers it again, then leaves it on the ground within easy reach of the woman, if she should choose to accept it.
Diplomacy(aid):
Hrunndalf also crouches down beside the raider, holding his spear for support, blade pointing away into the sky. He makes sure his blood has cooled from the heat of combat before he speaks. When he does, his voice is low and calm, but with an edge of no-nonsense intensity.
"Við erum tilbúnir til að losa þig. En það er eitt sem við þurfum að vita af þér. Ekki skömm sjálfur með lygi. Við munum vita." A pause, then: "Did lýður þinn árás okkur af handahófi, því að þeir höfðu tækifæri? Eða var þar til áætlun? Vissir einhver senda þér?"
Surprised into talking by the force of Hrunndalf’s personality, she opens her mouth to speak ...
And blood trickles out.
She collapses.
Shalelu clutches you close to her, as close as she can, everything forgotten except your body and hers, pressed together, moving together, just ... about to ...
Lio draws out these sensations. She continues to move, eventually giving in to a faster and faster momentum, holding on to you, lips meeting yours, taking your cries into herself, and in turn sharing her very quiet moans with you. Until she cannot stop, cannot wait one more moment, as wave after wave of pleasure overtake her, and she grinds even harder against you, trembling with every move, willing you to join her.
The rest of the group gradually assembles near where the prisoner sits. The goblinoid, monstrous humanoid, and outsider presence does not appear to diminish her anxiety.
Lio stands somewhere near Shalelu, saying nothing.
Surprised into talking by the force of Hrunndalf’s personality, she opens her mouth to speak ...
And blood trickles out.
She collapses.
Mel winces as the woman collapses turning into Alaric.