The Reclamation of Zahvroma (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

"A few," the bard replies. "Anything in particular strike your fancy?"

"My place, then," Sienna says, giving Cyna's hand a squeeze. "I'll need to look into something better than that common house though."

"Yes we do but we can worry about that later." Cyna says guiding her companion back to her room, at a much more relaxed pace compared to earlier in the day.

"Mmyeah," Sienna says softly. "I've got other things on my mind right now."

She smiles and opens the door to her room. "But this room's been nicer since you've been staying here."

Clara wraps a leg around Sādhanā's. "Every second is precious."

Fade to black?

Feeling not only her own passion ignite, but Clara's as well through the ring, Sādhanā abandons herself to a level of ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams.

Fade to Black. The question to be asked later intrigues me.

"I do have one, it's called Glorhenar."

And here it is.

Feeling not only her own passion ignite, but Clara's as well through the ring, Sādhanā abandons herself to a level of ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams.

And now you know how the Na'vi feel when they 'connect.'

Arista beams at Alethiro and then back at Jelks, "I think that would be great. I'm really looking forward to it, I haven't really been privy to a whole lot of different types of music." She looks at Alethiro with a sheepish grin, "But I seem to remember that song you were singing that one night we talked....remember that?"

"Glorhenar, eh?" Jelks ponders. "That's not a problem."

henry let me watch it on the lap top....it's perfect. I love it.

So what happened when Elena left the Tavern? Did she just not acknowledge Drago, or have we not done that scene yet?

Yeah, you wouldn't want that other one. For this game, it's a song of grief.

I know...was just remembering how pretty it sounded. It was that night when Arista was caring for you that I think she started feeling a small twinge of something and it just went from there.

After the most intense and passionate love-making she ever experienced in her life, Clara stirs from the warm slumber in her wife's embrace. She sighs, her skin glossy from the sheen of sweat upon it. Her green eyes sparkle as she brushes her hair back.

"The Hospitallers want to build a new chapel here in Valwick. I know you wouldn't object to me helping them, but there's a problem. There aren't enough medical supplies to sustain it, especially if someone decides to stir up trouble. Sadly, there are too many 'someones' nowadays to leave it up to a ship to bring a delivery. While I could scrounge up some things, when you destroyed the shard, the bone dust vanished. I know this isn't the most proper thing to ask, but will you help me raid one of the abandoned settlements around here?"

She looks a little ashamed of the request. "The need is dire, love."

Edit: She walked by without saying anything.

Try the one where I obliterated that small horde of skeletons.

That one was cleaned up by the Green Circle, Alethiro.

She looks at Jelks, "Well, there are some things that I have to take care of tonight, but if you come find me tomorrow I can pay you then. If you need the money now however, I'm sure we could work it out. I'd just need to have you come back to the fort with me."

"After the wedding's fine, Arista," Jelks says, stretching. "I should probably see if that Ieyasu guy needs a tavern singer for a bit too. Have a good evening, you two."

She heads to the tavern, a spring in her step.

Cyna smiles at the compliment and quietly closes the door behind her. The Ranger removes her jacket letting it fall on the ground behind her.

"I know what you mean, everything seems brighter now, and I don't think the stone has anything to do with it." Cyna steps forward and gently embraces Sienna.

The blond Tiefling takes a moment to tease the woman in her grip, just a little. "What exactly is on your mind anyway? Would you like to talk about it?" she says softly showing a look of feigned concern.

"Ooh, no can do, I can't talk about it," Sienna says with mock sadness. "I just have to show you. There is one thing though..."

Trying her best to keep the growing smile off her face Cyna asks. "Oh? What is it?"

Rolling onto her side, Sādhanā looks into Clara’s eyes, smiling blissfully, enjoying the feel of the cool evening air on her naked body. ”With the way this town is growing, you’re right love, the need for medical supplies is a pretty urgent one. I love that you have a healer's heart and I know how important this is, to the Hospitaliers, the town and to you sweetheart.”

Playfully she brushes a stray lock of hair from her wife’s face. ”You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed to ask me anything, love. I’d be happy to go with you to retrieve whatever you need, and I’ll do anything you need to help see the new chapel built.”

Sienna slips off her shirt and unwraps the bandages that cover her breasts. "This has been getting harder to hide."

When the last of the bandages fall, her exposed breasts seem to swell and her nipples stiffen in anticipation. She slides Cyna's hands up her back, leading them to two small, malformed wings. "Just be careful with those..."

"I'm just not comfortable to ask my new wife or anyone, for that matter, to go looting," Clara says with a smile. "Godrick ensures me that it's fine..."

Arista looks at Alethiro with a smile, "Well, I guess we should head back and find Esme. I really do need to talk about her, she doesn't know about chalandra coming yet. Unless Godrick or Barclay told her, but I need to make sure she knows. I have a feeling that Drago isn't her only interest."

Drago stood there, not thinking of anything in particular when Elena just walked by him without saying a word. Best give her some space at the moment. He thought to himself. As the sun set, the Dhampir made his way to the fort. He stood in front of his door for a few moments before knocking.

*rap, rap, rap* "Elena, are you in there?"

Genuine surprise shows on the Rangers face, along with a ting of red. 'Arista was right, there are still somethings that can surprise me.'

Cyna peels her gaze away from Sienna's ample chest and she gently traces her own finders across Sienna's wings, drawing the half naked woman closer with her free hand.

"That couldn't have been comfortable, keeping them bundled up like that. Do you always keep your them wrapped?" Cyna asks turning her gaze to the Sorceress's eyes.

Elena opens the door, her eyes still filled with a cold rage. "Yes, I am here, Drago."

"No, it was just one more thing that made me different from everyone else...So I always keep them hidden...no matter how much it hurts," Sienna says sadly. "If they were full wings...maybe I could deal with that...but they're just...ugly."

"I've seen your magic, I'll bet you'll be using your beautiful wings to fly through the air someday soon." Cyna encourages.

"However, I was actually referring to these perky giants you've been hiding." Cyna says with a wry grin and playfully taking the woman's exposed flesh into her hands.

Better tread lightly here. "May I come in? Or would you prefer I give you space for a while longer?" He softly asked.

Harakhty approaches the pair. "All the same. There's an urgent problem I must bring to your attention, and Godrick seems to be busy as of late" The inquisitor recounted the threat he believed Reinhardt posed. "He is but an hour's walk from here. The safety of the area is even less so than the rest of this dark land. Were that our scouting expedition powerful enough, we could have done something about him. But I am not as seasoned as either of you. Will you help me in ridding us of this danger?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

"I don't need space, Drago. I need understanding and not understanding that comes from guilt," Elena says.

"Oh, those? They just get in my way," Sienna laughs.

Barclay simply shakes his head at Harakhty. "I know about Reinhardt and Goddy told me what happened to him the last time he fought him. If I can't beat Godrick, I don't stand a chance against that werewolf. If he comes into town, I'll do my best then, but I won't stir up trouble now."

Sādhanā chuckles softly. "When you put it that way it makes sense."

She props herself up onto one elbow. "But this isn't looting, love. This is salvaging things that could be vital to helping those who need it. It's taking something positive from those abandoned sites."

"I can imagine." Cyna says stripping away her own shirt. Exposing tanned skin and a slim frame dotted with old scars.

Cyna draws Sienna into a brief kiss before pulling away. "Bed?"

"What do you mean by understanding?" Drago asked with a perplexed look on his face.

Elena touches Drago's arm. "Do you perhaps see why I don't trust Nicatha?"

Clara nods. "These are strange times we live in."

She runs her fingers through Sādhanā's hair. "At least, you and our love makes sense."

"Bed," Sienna says, her hands caressing Cyna.

"Yes it does. More than anything else."Sādhanā answers leaning into the touch. "Whenever you want to do it, I'll be with you love."

Clara smiles. "Before Drago's mother is supposed to arrive would be best."

Sādhanā sighs. "Yes, having medical supplies on hand before she arrives is a very good idea. Maybe tomorrow after the meeting. That way we can hopefully be back before nightfall?"

Clara pulls Sādhanā in for a kiss. "That will work. It's barely evening, anything else you want to do to round out our special day?"

Before Arista can knock on her door, it swings open. Esmerelda smiles at the aasimar. "Good evening, Arista. So how did the wedding go?"

After a long passionate kiss, Sādhanā replies thoughtfully. "Well, anywhere we go in the main part of town today, we're going to be the center of attention. I know once night falls I'd love to take a moonlit walk on the beach, maybe a swim......anything you had in mind?"

"Not in particular," Clara says. "It's not like I can eat another bite today..."

She smiles and laughs softly. "Don't people usually travel for their honeymoon?"

"Usually if they can I suppose." Sādhanā says smiling."Where would we go? You know Zahvroma better than I do, love. There's the lighthouse island. Is there anywhere, beautiful and peaceful you'd like to go?"

"I never left Ashford until I met the Hospitallers. After that I'd just go as far as where we first met," Clara says with a hint of sadness. "This is the farthest I've been since that day. The lighthouse might be nice."