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Smiling as he loos into her soulmate's eyes, the love she sees there is reflected fully. "I love you too baby." she says softly.
Sitting up for a brief moment, and finding herself almost dizzy when she does, the sorceress reaches down the bed to pull the warm winter blanket over them as she makes a simple gesture like blowing a kiss, a little zephyr flowing around the room to snuff the candles and lamp as she snuggles into the crook of her wife's arm and curls up into the warmth of her body, wrapping her arms around her and draping a leg over hers.
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She smiles as Rhy pulls the blanket over them, puts out the various flames, and snuggles into her side. Drawing Rhy closer to her, she gives her forehead a kiss and lets out a contented little sigh as they snuggle together. This was absolute bliss to her and worth every single thing they had been through and the things to come because it meant they got to spend every single night just like this. She giggles softly as she thinks about buying more fruit at the market. Taking a couple of deep relaxing breaths she snuggles with her beautiful wife and drifts off into a highly satisfied and peaceful slumber. Her heart rate slows gradually, as does her breathing. She makes soft intermittent snoring sounds as she falls deeper into sleep while holding the love of her life.
Charity hears some soft noises from Tesia and Rhadaya's room again. "I gotta find my own place..."
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A confused crossed Elsa's face. Then how.........I mean........What? "And yours indicate you're a healer?"
"Yes, that is where the core of my talents lie. While all Anizari are trained to fight from the time we can walk, my caste is especially devoted to the knowledge and magic of healing, granted power by what of Aroden remains here on Zahvroma." Celia answers.
Even though she didn't pay much attention to her religious studies, Elsa did know one thing, "Wait, isn't Aroden dead?" The Half-Elf found herself quite intrigued by this woman, yet she couldn't for the life of her explain why.
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The gnome is overcome with ecstasy and gives in to the overwhelming orgasm. She shudders as the haze of pleasure washes over her mind.
"That was the common belief, though at least a part of him still lived, as those of us granted power by him knew in our hearts. But Sādhanā and the others have actually spoken to him recently, and she wields his shield." Celia says with pride, clearly elated by the fact. "The bond between Aroden, Zahvroma and the Anizari is an unbreakable one."
Elsa knew that her brother and sister-in-laws companions were something special, but talking to Gods? Extending her hand for the spear, "While that's really fascinating and would love to learn more, perhaps we'd best get back to the impromptu weapon lesson?"
Once given the spear back, she tries to mimic what Celia had shown her, "Like this?"
Thinking for a moment, Celia considers that were she not Anizari, and a cleric of Aroden on top of that, the idea of walking among people who interacted with the gods would be a bit overwhelming to her as well.
With aa soft chuckle she replies. "Yes, like that, but bend your knees a bit and let the strike come from your hips, not just your arms."
"Come from the hips? What do you mean?"
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Gently taking the sear back she demonstrates slowly. "When you strike with just your arms, you have limited power. A truly effective attack involves your whole body." she says slowly exaggerating the movement, "From, the positioning of your feet, the way you plant yourself into the ground, drawing that force up through your body, and using the twist of your hips to direct it all forward instead of up, delivering a strike that has your entire body behind it, down your arm."
Taking hold of the spear once more, Elsa tried to thrust with the weapon again. Putting a little too much power into it, the Sorceress stumbled forward a few steps.
"Perhaps it would be better against a target of some sort," She said regaining her balance.
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"It's actually better to get used to the motions before you go poking holes in things. Celia says with a soft chuckle. "It will take a while, You train until your body remembers the movements, even when you're too tired to think about it."
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She gently teases Sadhana's nipples into a hardened state and spends some time suckling her lover, while her fingers dance along the magus' cleft.
Elsa thought for a moment, "Would you be available tomorrow for more instruction? I could obviously use more of it."
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Marcus walks along the beach with the courier, making idle chit-chat. His eyes widen as he sees Elsa practicing with the Anizari warrior. "Is she...no...she likes guys..."
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Demanding and impatient..... the impetuousness of youth, but it's always a good thing when someone wants to improve themselves.
"I'll be around so that should be fine if you like, though I'm no real weaponmaster per se. Though at some point we may leave with ittle notice depending on what issue needs to be dealt with next." Celia responds.
"Thank you. Let's see, barring such an occurrence, shall we say mid-afternoon either here or the Paladin training area?"
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"That should be fine. I'll let you know if I'm unable to be there for any reason." Celia says with a smile.
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Marcus watches the exchange between Elsa and the Anizari for a moment before heading back to town, glad that he wasn't noticed.
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She kisses the magus' taut abdomen as her fingers continue their work. Slicked with her lover's juices, her fingers glide along the folds and tender bud.
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Mirrin headed to the woods to the north of town. She wasn't used to sleeping in civilized places and she wanted to be alone. The loss of the mask wasn't as devastating as she had thought it would be. Even having Parthenia slip from her grasp was the least annoying thing she dealt with today.
The Anizari pulled her bedroll out, one of the few belongings left to her, and spread it out on the ground. No, what bothered her the most...no, there were two things: one, she might have to explain her grey tattoos and, two, Arista's meddling in her life was not over by far, if Esmerelda was to be trusted. The dhampir was rather talkative and congenial, which made for a pleasant dinner companion. Mirrin didn't trust herself to talk openly about herself.
Mirrin covers herself up against the cold, the warm stirring of the yearly change going through her. That day, she would be far away from anyone, lest she be tempted into starting a family. Family was the last thing she wanted or needed.
Mirrin headed to the woods to the north of town. She wasn't used to sleeping in civilized places and she wanted to be alone. The loss of the mask wasn't as devastating as she had thought it would be. Even having Parthenia slip from her grasp was the least annoying thing she dealt with today.
The Anizari pulled her bedroll out, one of the few belongings left to her, and spread it out on the ground. No, what bothered her the most...no, there were two things: one, she might have to explain her grey tattoos and, two, Arista's meddling in her life was not over by far, if Esmerelda was to be trusted. The dhampir was rather talkative and congenial, which made for a pleasant dinner companion. Mirrin didn't trust herself to talk openly about herself.
Mirrin covers herself up against the cold, the warm stirring of the yearly change going through her. That day, she would be far away from anyone, lest she be tempted into starting a family. Family was the last thing she wanted or needed.
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Cyna stretches across the sheets in ecstasy. "I can still remember myself and I'm defiantly relaxed." She purrs after taking some time to catch her breath.
Extending her hand to the Azizari, "Then I will see you tomorrow then. Again, thank you."
"Good, then I've done my job," Sienna chuckles, moving up to lay beside Cyna.
Being a little distracted, Elsa didn't notice her Paladin outside her house. "Clint? What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," He stated simply.
A strange look crossed the Half-Elf's face, "About what?"
"Us. I want to know where this relationship is going, or if you're just using me."
Elsa thought for a moment, "I thought I was pretty clear on this Clint. What we have, is just physical, and that's it."
"That's what I thought. I'm sorry Elsa, I can't do this anymore. I need to know that when I'm with someone, it's as meaningful to her as it is to me. I hope you find someone special someday." With that, Clint turned and headed back to the barracks.
As Elsa unlocked the door, one thought crossed her mind, Couldn't he have waited until morning? After we had one last fling.
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Barclay nods. "The Lords of Covington wish to recoup their losses and are trying to play this game that Godrick was their guarantor."
Lovecraft frowns. "And what does that mean?"
"It means that they're trying to claim Valwick as Godrick's property, passed to them in death," Barclay answers.
"But the deeds invalidate that claim, no?" Marcel asks.
Barclay shakes his head. "Their money came first. Godrick apparently had no right to distribute the land in his name."
"Bah!" Lovecraft sighs as Minerva brings a plate of food to him. "Thank you, good lady."
The tavern was quiet, since it had just opened. Jericho had used his money working for Hadrinn and his own personal stash to open a quiet place of his own in the Common House. Atlana was fond of the idea and the free coffee sealed the deal for the Northern woman. Jericho watched the meeting between the three men with a little interest. After all, his livelihood was at stake...again.
He smiles at Minerva, the poor woman grieved over the departure of the storyteller, Finn. She had poured out her heart to Jericho, so he offered her a job as a serving girl in his new establishment. He also knew of the strange circumstances of her pregnancy and vowed to help the woman out. Jericho had no family of his own, so he did what anyone else would: adopt his own.
"I hate politics as much as you, Lovecraft," Barclay says. "That's why I brought you both here."
"Ah, and what is it you're after, Monsiuer Barclay?" Marcel asks, returning the missive.
"The Lords will be sending Sessaly and whatever the Church is willing to muster. It's their usual ploy: claim heresy, execute innocent people and establish dominance," Barclay seethes. "You're a man of the seas, Marcel. Word has been coming up of increased piracy, Valwick requires a navy since we're a coastal town."
"I had heard inklings of this. But we have no shipyard, itinerant sailors and not enough weapons," Marcel points out.
"I'm sending you to Alarion. I'll need to talk to the others, but I want to send you with enough money to secure at least four ships. Marcel, I want you as the naval commander," Barclay says.
"From pirate to naval commander," Marcel laughs. "Qui aurait pensé? Yes, Barclay, I'll do this for the town. So, what is Monsieur Lovecraft's part in this plan?"
"He'll be taking over the town guard," Barclay answers. "Sound interesting, Lovecraft?"
Lovecraft nods. "I think I can manage it. I've talked with a few people in town interested in joining for a fair wage."
"Excellent," Barclay says. "We don't have much time, but, if the Lords are serious, they won't do this half-assed. I will see about it early in the morning. Marcel, be ready to sail as soon as possible."
Marcel finishes his drink. "I'll have to do some talking of my own, but nothing catastrophic. Bon nuit."
The Valanian gets up to leave and Barclay walks him out. Lovecraft takes a few bites of his meal. "I sense more is at play than what we're seeing."