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<blockquote data-quote="Aholibamah" data-source="post: 3680895" data-attributes="member: 53031"><p><strong>The Violated Ogre</strong></p><p></p><p>There was a faint rattling sound from dust raised by a strong evening breeze that swirled around a building which had a sign on chains creaking. The picture on the sign was that of an ogre mage in chains with spikes sticking out of him and an insane grin on his face. A few languages had been branded into the sign around this picture which all read one way or another "The Violated Ogre". The gnomish letters were translated as "The Ogre is Happy".</p><p></p><p>As the party went inside they could see there was an actual ogre mage spiked to the wall, wearing little more than rags about his hips. Bloodstains, ancient and dark as well as fresh and bright, were spattered around a crude iron drain in the floor. A gloomy looking lanky youth of uncertain ancestry sat on a stool nearby with a mop and bucket and a rag around his neck. The ogre mage grinned insanely at the group as they went towards the bar and said in a hoarse whisper, "I thrive on<em> pain</em>."</p><p></p><p>"Fantastic." muttered Aevar. </p><p></p><p>Dassah gasped and yanked her skirts out of the hand of a drunk who reeked of liquor and was covered in tattoos. Kallyn gave the man and his companions a cold stare. For a moment her sex and her youth made the rowdies at the rickety table leer until they saw how well armed she and all her companions were, then they backed off, muttering to themselves. </p><p></p><p>Normally Dassah would have considered perhaps a bit of playing and singing in a tavern, but here she didn't want to put herself on display. </p><p></p><p>A burly woman behind her bar asked what their pleasure would be, eyeing them warily. Ales all round was what she heard, and she got some reasonably clean clay mugs up and foaming on the counter in moments, helped by a tipsy scrawny gnome in motley sitting up on top of the tuns. </p><p></p><p>Corwin sniffed at his a little dubiously. Aevar stiffened. "Please tell me this is beer and not...from the gnome."</p><p></p><p>Corwin gaped. "I was just wondering if it was okay....it doesn't smell like piss."</p><p></p><p>"Could we possibly look more like tourists?" wondered Shannow quietly. He pulled some of his hair from the beak of the raven and kept his awareness on his wolf, which stared unsettlingly at anyone who came to close to him and was unknown. </p><p></p><p>"Let's find a table." suggested Mereka brightly. They managed to oust a drunk from a bench and settled down just before a group of well armed caravan drovers came bustling in out of the wind bawling for drink, sausage and bread. </p><p></p><p>"So what's the plan?" Kallyn asked. She smiled as Zanith crept down her arm and stuck his whiskery face into her mug, his lizardlike tongue lapping at the foam. </p><p></p><p>"Well...that woman we met referred to an orgy..." Aevar mused. </p><p></p><p><em>Earlier as they made their way through the shadowy streets they had come upon a strange sight. A group of armed men carrying spears, falchions and the light armor and baggy clothing of mariners had approached them cautiously. Moving through them came a woman, her beauty radiant as dawn and strange as the city itself. She seemed to wear little more than a sort of leather corset and feathery cloak. The healthy glow of her fair skin was mostly covered with strange and beautiful thornlike tattoos, and hair dark as Shannow's raven's wings flowed to her shoulders. However she was clearly not human--small horns stuck out of her forehead and a tail elegantly stroked the air behind her. Her eyes were a fiery green. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As she looked at the group most of them were momentarily struck dumb, not merely at the appearance of such a woman in such a place, but also at the provocative shameless loveliness of her. Kallyn for a moment felt in the woman's knowing gaze that all her most wild desires were known, as though she stood almost naked in the streets herself. Mereka felt wary, her smile of greeting freezing on her face--somehow she felt as though the woman had planned the encounter. How could they be sure of anyone here? Aevar was fascinated--exotic women always fascinated him. Shannow was embarassed by his arousal, Corwin thrilled by his own. The wolf bristled and stared yellow eyes at the woman, legs stiffened. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Marlee didn't like this meeting any more than Mereka, but her instinct was to listen carefully and then be ready to ambush the creature later and get draconic on her perfect rear end. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Hello." the woman said. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Hello." Aevar looked into her strange eyes with interest. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"You seem a little lost." she suggested. Her lips and her body made the most ordinary words disturbingly sensual. They could see a delicate ring piercing one of her nipples. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Not exactly. We're heading for Porphyry House." Aevar said recklessly. (nearby Mereka, Marlee and Shannow collectively in their own minds smacked their foreheads)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Oh, are you registering for the orgy?" she asked, her eyes widening. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"There's an orgy, hey?" Aevar responded. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Oh yes, Wulvera's orgies are famous...or is it notorious? Perhaps a bit of both? Anyway you might still be able to register, it is reservation only. Finest brothel in the city, don't you know...you might give it serious consideration."</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Thank you, we'll bear that in mind." Aevar said, pleased. He held out his hand to her. "thanks, my name's Aevar."</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Tyralandi." the woman said. No delicate flower this one, swordswoman's callouses strengthened her slender fingers. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Aevar sensed her. He knew quickly that she was a half-fiend nymph, that she had lived in a forest, acting as unseelie as she could, getting bored, and becoming a Thrall to Malcanthet. Demonic, yes, but no particular enemy of theirs. He also had an uneasy feeling that she knew more of him now. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Her smile, radiant and somehow violating as though he'd woken up unexpectedly in bed with her and the wrong clothes on the stool beside them, suggested definitely yes. He liked her anyway. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p> <em>Kallyn wanted to go as did the others, they were disturbed by this seemingly unplanned meeting. However more than one paused to watch the strange woman and her bodyguards move down the street, a glimpse of curvy bottom and swaying hips, delicately but fearlessly stepping bare feet somehow untouched by the filth of the paving stones...</em></p><p></p><p>"Right, the woman." said Kallyn, glad the dimness of the place covered her blush, particularly from Dassah. They were whispering but found they didn't really have to, the raucous bawdy songs and shouts around them mingled with suggestions being yelled to a couple of staggering oafs renting butcher's equipment to use on the ogre mage almost drowning out anything but yelling. The ogre mage now and then roared out such things as "Is that the best you can do?" and "Oh yes, had that before but damn! Good!"</p><p></p><p>"Nice place." said Shannow sarcastically. "You were saying?"</p><p></p><p>"I was going to suggest that perhaps I might slip into the place invisibly while Corwin and say...Ini...sample the wares."</p><p></p><p>Kallyn's soldiers had been known to spend all their gains in a single week on carousing. </p><p></p><p>"And the rest of us?" asked Marlee, flicking her attention to him. </p><p></p><p>"Maybe you could hang out here. I could take Zanith...with Zanith's permission," added Aevar, seeing the pseudo dragon glaring at him, "And then communicate to Kallyn through him."</p><p></p><p>"No." Marlee growled. Static electricity made some of her hair rise a little. 'I won't be left here while you scout out everything...interesting." </p><p></p><p>"What do you suggest, my Lady?" he asked, lowering his eyes respectfully to his dragon companion. </p><p></p><p>Marlee leaned back, settling a little, mollified. "I will entertain suggestions from the rest of the group." she announced.</p><p></p><p>Kallyn gritted her teeth but tried to hide it, she was starting to find Marlee exasperating. </p><p></p><p>"We should all go." offered Shannow. "We shouldn't separate. We are meant to be acting as mercenaries, let's perhaps go and check out the idea fo the orgy. You can still go invisibly and a couple of people who want to can um sample the wares."</p><p></p><p>"Oh, yes!" Mereka's face lit up. "Why it will be just like in a play! We can be the disreputable rogues out to have a rowdy night on the town! We shall have to actually behave as wiley lusty soldiers of fortune and derring do!"</p><p></p><p>Kallyn raised her eyebrows. Shannow managed to say, "yes, that's sort of what I meant."</p><p></p><p>Aevar shrugged. "Very well. Let's all go to the orgy." </p><p></p><p>It would have sounded more dramatic if it had not been almost drowned out by the ogre bellowing in agony and delight to the cheers of some of the patrons.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aholibamah, post: 3680895, member: 53031"] [b]The Violated Ogre[/b] There was a faint rattling sound from dust raised by a strong evening breeze that swirled around a building which had a sign on chains creaking. The picture on the sign was that of an ogre mage in chains with spikes sticking out of him and an insane grin on his face. A few languages had been branded into the sign around this picture which all read one way or another "The Violated Ogre". The gnomish letters were translated as "The Ogre is Happy". As the party went inside they could see there was an actual ogre mage spiked to the wall, wearing little more than rags about his hips. Bloodstains, ancient and dark as well as fresh and bright, were spattered around a crude iron drain in the floor. A gloomy looking lanky youth of uncertain ancestry sat on a stool nearby with a mop and bucket and a rag around his neck. The ogre mage grinned insanely at the group as they went towards the bar and said in a hoarse whisper, "I thrive on[I] pain[/I]." "Fantastic." muttered Aevar. Dassah gasped and yanked her skirts out of the hand of a drunk who reeked of liquor and was covered in tattoos. Kallyn gave the man and his companions a cold stare. For a moment her sex and her youth made the rowdies at the rickety table leer until they saw how well armed she and all her companions were, then they backed off, muttering to themselves. Normally Dassah would have considered perhaps a bit of playing and singing in a tavern, but here she didn't want to put herself on display. A burly woman behind her bar asked what their pleasure would be, eyeing them warily. Ales all round was what she heard, and she got some reasonably clean clay mugs up and foaming on the counter in moments, helped by a tipsy scrawny gnome in motley sitting up on top of the tuns. Corwin sniffed at his a little dubiously. Aevar stiffened. "Please tell me this is beer and not...from the gnome." Corwin gaped. "I was just wondering if it was okay....it doesn't smell like piss." "Could we possibly look more like tourists?" wondered Shannow quietly. He pulled some of his hair from the beak of the raven and kept his awareness on his wolf, which stared unsettlingly at anyone who came to close to him and was unknown. "Let's find a table." suggested Mereka brightly. They managed to oust a drunk from a bench and settled down just before a group of well armed caravan drovers came bustling in out of the wind bawling for drink, sausage and bread. "So what's the plan?" Kallyn asked. She smiled as Zanith crept down her arm and stuck his whiskery face into her mug, his lizardlike tongue lapping at the foam. "Well...that woman we met referred to an orgy..." Aevar mused. [I]Earlier as they made their way through the shadowy streets they had come upon a strange sight. A group of armed men carrying spears, falchions and the light armor and baggy clothing of mariners had approached them cautiously. Moving through them came a woman, her beauty radiant as dawn and strange as the city itself. She seemed to wear little more than a sort of leather corset and feathery cloak. The healthy glow of her fair skin was mostly covered with strange and beautiful thornlike tattoos, and hair dark as Shannow's raven's wings flowed to her shoulders. However she was clearly not human--small horns stuck out of her forehead and a tail elegantly stroked the air behind her. Her eyes were a fiery green. As she looked at the group most of them were momentarily struck dumb, not merely at the appearance of such a woman in such a place, but also at the provocative shameless loveliness of her. Kallyn for a moment felt in the woman's knowing gaze that all her most wild desires were known, as though she stood almost naked in the streets herself. Mereka felt wary, her smile of greeting freezing on her face--somehow she felt as though the woman had planned the encounter. How could they be sure of anyone here? Aevar was fascinated--exotic women always fascinated him. Shannow was embarassed by his arousal, Corwin thrilled by his own. The wolf bristled and stared yellow eyes at the woman, legs stiffened. Marlee didn't like this meeting any more than Mereka, but her instinct was to listen carefully and then be ready to ambush the creature later and get draconic on her perfect rear end. "Hello." the woman said. "Hello." Aevar looked into her strange eyes with interest. "You seem a little lost." she suggested. Her lips and her body made the most ordinary words disturbingly sensual. They could see a delicate ring piercing one of her nipples. "Not exactly. We're heading for Porphyry House." Aevar said recklessly. (nearby Mereka, Marlee and Shannow collectively in their own minds smacked their foreheads) "Oh, are you registering for the orgy?" she asked, her eyes widening. "There's an orgy, hey?" Aevar responded. "Oh yes, Wulvera's orgies are famous...or is it notorious? Perhaps a bit of both? Anyway you might still be able to register, it is reservation only. Finest brothel in the city, don't you know...you might give it serious consideration." "Thank you, we'll bear that in mind." Aevar said, pleased. He held out his hand to her. "thanks, my name's Aevar." "Tyralandi." the woman said. No delicate flower this one, swordswoman's callouses strengthened her slender fingers. Aevar sensed her. He knew quickly that she was a half-fiend nymph, that she had lived in a forest, acting as unseelie as she could, getting bored, and becoming a Thrall to Malcanthet. Demonic, yes, but no particular enemy of theirs. He also had an uneasy feeling that she knew more of him now. Her smile, radiant and somehow violating as though he'd woken up unexpectedly in bed with her and the wrong clothes on the stool beside them, suggested definitely yes. He liked her anyway. Kallyn wanted to go as did the others, they were disturbed by this seemingly unplanned meeting. However more than one paused to watch the strange woman and her bodyguards move down the street, a glimpse of curvy bottom and swaying hips, delicately but fearlessly stepping bare feet somehow untouched by the filth of the paving stones...[/I] "Right, the woman." said Kallyn, glad the dimness of the place covered her blush, particularly from Dassah. They were whispering but found they didn't really have to, the raucous bawdy songs and shouts around them mingled with suggestions being yelled to a couple of staggering oafs renting butcher's equipment to use on the ogre mage almost drowning out anything but yelling. The ogre mage now and then roared out such things as "Is that the best you can do?" and "Oh yes, had that before but damn! Good!" "Nice place." said Shannow sarcastically. "You were saying?" "I was going to suggest that perhaps I might slip into the place invisibly while Corwin and say...Ini...sample the wares." Kallyn's soldiers had been known to spend all their gains in a single week on carousing. "And the rest of us?" asked Marlee, flicking her attention to him. "Maybe you could hang out here. I could take Zanith...with Zanith's permission," added Aevar, seeing the pseudo dragon glaring at him, "And then communicate to Kallyn through him." "No." Marlee growled. Static electricity made some of her hair rise a little. 'I won't be left here while you scout out everything...interesting." "What do you suggest, my Lady?" he asked, lowering his eyes respectfully to his dragon companion. Marlee leaned back, settling a little, mollified. "I will entertain suggestions from the rest of the group." she announced. Kallyn gritted her teeth but tried to hide it, she was starting to find Marlee exasperating. "We should all go." offered Shannow. "We shouldn't separate. We are meant to be acting as mercenaries, let's perhaps go and check out the idea fo the orgy. You can still go invisibly and a couple of people who want to can um sample the wares." "Oh, yes!" Mereka's face lit up. "Why it will be just like in a play! We can be the disreputable rogues out to have a rowdy night on the town! We shall have to actually behave as wiley lusty soldiers of fortune and derring do!" Kallyn raised her eyebrows. Shannow managed to say, "yes, that's sort of what I meant." Aevar shrugged. "Very well. Let's all go to the orgy." It would have sounded more dramatic if it had not been almost drowned out by the ogre bellowing in agony and delight to the cheers of some of the patrons. [/QUOTE]
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