Thrazar
First Post
You travels have brought you to the small village of Rowrshyakk, an outpost on the southern tip of the Wooky Freeholds. Here, nestled beneath the canopy of the jungle flora, the village acts as a safe way station for traders and travellers of all stripes.
Unlike many Wooky settlements, Rowrshyakk is not a tree city, for benefit of the more terrestrial inclined of Vanth's races. Likewise, as an outpost, it has a high proportion of male residents and visitors, much to the disappointment of the aforementioned residents and visitors.
As you each relax in Mango Pete's, a small dusty tavern, you notice a commotion outside in the village's square. There surrounded by Klengon sword sells, Dwarven prospectors, and rifle wielding Wooky hunters, you spy two slight lithe figures-females!
The few other patrons of the tavern quickly spill outside and from your vantage point you can see the source of the disturbance. For beneath long floor length, red hooded capes, the two females wear chain mail bikinis and nervous smiles.
A cacophony of catcalls and whistles rise up and the faces of the two females contort with annoyance and confusion. Obviously trapped and surrounded by a dozen male beings, the situation could turn ugly quickly (or entertaining, depending on your point of view.)
Unlike many Wooky settlements, Rowrshyakk is not a tree city, for benefit of the more terrestrial inclined of Vanth's races. Likewise, as an outpost, it has a high proportion of male residents and visitors, much to the disappointment of the aforementioned residents and visitors.
As you each relax in Mango Pete's, a small dusty tavern, you notice a commotion outside in the village's square. There surrounded by Klengon sword sells, Dwarven prospectors, and rifle wielding Wooky hunters, you spy two slight lithe figures-females!
The few other patrons of the tavern quickly spill outside and from your vantage point you can see the source of the disturbance. For beneath long floor length, red hooded capes, the two females wear chain mail bikinis and nervous smiles.
A cacophony of catcalls and whistles rise up and the faces of the two females contort with annoyance and confusion. Obviously trapped and surrounded by a dozen male beings, the situation could turn ugly quickly (or entertaining, depending on your point of view.)
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