ROLEPLAY HQ - maelstrom-of-magic-and-melee

TW: Violence, Undead, 4th wall breaks, shenanigans, adult content, more TBD (edited)

"Shit shit shit shit." It'd been two weeks since Yavari had been on the road after leaving home, her mother had pleaded with her to remain in their small cottage on the edge of a small mountain town but she had refused. The small bigoted town had never appreciated a tiefling being in their graces, always making one snide comment after another or giving her looks that were less than friendly. Though they were all scared little bigots too afraid to do anything more than that. She couldn't stand it, the color of her skin and horns made her stick out like a sore thumb in the prominently human town. After so many years of ridicule she had decided to go out into the world, to make something of herself and her magical skills... Which had led her to her current predicament. Zombies, a mother-fucking undead horde. How one manages to stumble into an undead horde accidently was pure luck, or mostly known as very very bad luck. The sound of shambling horse hooves could be heard behind her as she clicked her tongue, urging her own very alive horse to go faster. Yavari could see the lights of the nearest town, one she had mapped out to stop by for provisions on her way. Why had she decided to take a shortcut through the spooky looking forest? Gods, she was an idiot sometimes. Glancing behind her as her horse leapt over a fallen tree she noticed she'd only made a tiny headway between them. She would get to the town first, but would it be enough time? That...she was unsure of. Would there even be fighters in this town? Or was she bringing about the peoples doom? "Fuck fuck fuck." blankspace

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One last leap over a trunk of a tree and she was clear of the forest, the sound of her horses hooves against the gravel road a comfort that would only be short lived as she headed into the town. People were scattered on the street and Yavari did the only thing she could thing of, a small cast of magic and sparks lit up the sky as her horse came skidding to a halt in front of the tavern. Luck? More than likely not, it wasn't hard to spot the giant picture of a tankard with the words 'The Drunken Sword'. Yavari slammed open the door, the smell of cooked meats and ale permeated the air and she inhaled deeply as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes scanning around to see if there were actually any able fighters or if they were all just local fisherman, farmers and the like. Her heart hammering inside of her chest "Hor-" One more deep breath and she managed to catch her breath enough to shout out over all the liveliness inside the tavern. "Undead horde! Ten minutes out- Any- Anyone able enough to fight?!" Had she led the horde here or was it that she herself was just yet another possible casualty of some cruel and evil mastermind somewhere who wanted to wreck havoc and chaos through the realm? It was hard to say, but she knew that she was try and fight, even if no one else stepped up to the call. She couldn't wait, didn't wait as she turned from the tavern door and ran into the streets, shouting to the heavens and all that were near about the undead. Eventually a warning bell began to ring through the air, the hum of it telling one and all to either bear arms or hide. blankspace

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Yavari herself remained in the road, facing the direction in which the horde would be coming, her chest still rising and falling with each breath of cool night air that she took. Her hands already glowing with a faint redness as she readied her magic. Soon, the sounds of the undead could be heard, and sooner still they would begin to be seen at the entrance to the town. There were too many to count, at least in the low light but she knew there had to at least be twenty, and that wasn't counting the undead horse and it's rider. "Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Yavari, get it together." She mumbled to herself under her breath, her hands shaking from the unease she felt in her gut. She wasn't an experienced fighter at all... But when duty calls heroes answer... Was she a hero? Gods, she hoped so. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana sat at a small table to the far end of the tavern on his own and lamented for his luck of picking such a shitty tavern. How did he manage to find a tavern with such poor wine and not a single brothel nearby. His two pleasures in this life were absent and he couldn't help but groan inwardly as he looked into the deep red liquid. "Sour, like my current mood." He complained quietly as he considered just leaving. "No that won't do, at least there is a bed." Looking around the tavern he felt bored and out of place, it was an ordinary tavern for a small town, mostly humans and elves with some dwarves mixed in. Even their clothes were mostly cheap, ragged or worked in. He wasn't the best dresser but even with traveling the way he did he was in better shape than most. It wasn't that Zaltana looked down on these people, he himself was born and raised in a small mountain town, but they had different cultural norms at his home. Zaltana was about to give up on the night and go to his room when the door swung open and a woman entered panting and clearly exhausted. It was strange to him he noticed that before the purple skin and horns protruding from her head but he would push that train of thought to the back of his mind until later. He couldn't help but smile slightly in anticipation of whatever excitement the night may have just brought him. Listening carefully his hand slowly moved to the hilt of his rapier and gripped it tightly. He had never fought undead before but he imagined it would be quite fun, certainly better than sitting and drinking the swill before him.

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When the woman had left Zaltana stood from his seat and slowly walked outside to join the woman on the road. He cast a spell, his body briefly coated with a silvery shimmer before fading. His rapier made a soft grinding noise as it slid from the scabbard and he lowered it to his side. It was funny to him now, he had just been thinking about his clothes being better than those around him and now they might be covered in blood or ichor or whatever fluids filled these creatures.

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The undead on the horse stopped, it's horse's undead hoof stomping on the cobblestoned road as the shambling corpses behind it fanned out around it. Groans leaving their grotesque mouths with rotten flesh and a multitude of other things like bugs and mucous dripping from their gaping maws. Yavari gagged a bit, the flame in her hands sputtering for just a moment as she heard the door to the tavern open. A very tall guy with skin the color of ash came out. He was broad, muscled and looked like he was ready to fight. She had to admit she felt relief, it flooding her system after thinking she would have had to fight them all on her own. Well, on her own plus the handful of town guards who didn't particularly look up to snuff as they ran up to join the two who actually had decent armor and weapons. Did hands count as weapons? The undead leader lifted an arm, it's own hand lifting a rusted sword as it let out some unintelligible orders. Yavari swallowed the nerves she felt, her nose scrunching together as she realized things were about to get messy, and really really gross. "Ready yourselves men!" One of the guards called, likely the town guard captain. Yavari's eyes looked from him to the tall mountain of a man at her side just before the horde moved forward at a speed in which she hadn't realized they could. "Shit." Another muttered swear and Yavari released her first fireball about the size of a small melon, it missed the undead on the horse but hit two of the lumbering corpses behind it. It didn't really do much, save for now they were flaming undead things. "*Oh fuck, way to go....ok ok." She readied another one, this time making it bigger and hotter. blankspace

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"Again." She said to herself, the guards already clashing swords with some of the other undead. Yavari tossed the fireball, this time knocking down the two she'd hit the first time. She couldn't help but turn to look and see what the other guy could do, too curious for her own good and having never really fought in a real fight before. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana watched with morbid curiosity at the sight, so ugly and unnatural. The sight of the undead leader gave him a bit of a chill before the battle really started. He watched the fireballs coming from the woman and smirked, Not a bad idea, most living things can't handle flames and I doubt these undead monstrosities do any better. I wonder if she is as limited with her spells as I am? Guess we will see . He waited patiently raising his rapier up and guiding it until there were no living things before it. When the undead closed in and the soldiers and woman were out of the way he pulled on his connection before a cone of fire came from the blade, almost 15 feet in width. He would have to be careful now as he only had one more of those in him for a while. Momentarily he watched at the rotting flesh melted from the animated corpses and they fell before him. It felt good purging those several from this plane but there were too many to celebrate. Back stapping he thrusted forward as a tendril of silvery magic lashed out Infront of him putting a hole through another. This spell he could do as often as he wanted and there was nothing wrong with a classic. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the short teifling woman glancing at him. We're in the middle of a battle what is she doing? After this maybe we can have some fun . Raising the fingers of his spare hand to his mouth he released a quick sharp whistling noise"Ogle me when there aren't shambling human shaped pieces of guts and rotten flesh trying to kill us." The hand he used to whistle shot forward as another crackling silver bolt spring from it to hit another undead.

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The cone of fire that left his rapier had her eyebrows raising, that was bigger than her fireballs and for a moment she wondered how many of those spells he could do. She was still staring for a moment feeling a bit under-classed as he took out another undead with a different spell. Was it truly that easy to switch between spells or was she just terrible at what she was doing. Her eyes drifted down to her hands with the red glow emanating from them. The whistle cut through all the noise of the fighting going on and Yavari snapped out of it, her eyes looking back up at the tall guy, his orange eyes only glancing at her briefly before he went back to looking at the problem in front of him. Right, the horde. Cheeks tinging red she slung two more fireballs into a set of undead that were coming towards her. "I was not Ogling!" Too embarrassed with herself she ran forward, slinging another set of fireballs before one of the undead swiped toward her, she hit it square in the chest as she dodged it's filthy hands. The smell of burning rotting flesh hitting her senses and making her gag. Somewhere to her right there was a scream from one of the guardsmen, his arm was currently in the mouth of one of the undead and Yavari watched in horror as a giant chunk was ripped off with it's rotting teeth. She couldn't rightly use a fireball with the guard so close so instead she charged at it, her heart pumping wildly in her chest as she pulled her quarterstaff out from where it had been on her back. Swooping low she knocked one of it's legs causing it to stagger backwards, taking the chunk of the guy's arm with it as it groaned. "Ew ew ew!" When it fell to the ground she dropped a fireball into it's face, that same sickening smell becoming stronger in the air. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana ignored the woman after he said his piece. The area directly around him was clear so he turned to look at the undead leader, he thought the woman would start hurling those small fireballs at it but that didn't seem to be the case. Something was going to have to be done about it soon so he took more steps back and looked at it. He felt instinctively that this one wouldn't go down as easily. Briefly he considered using his burning hands spell again but it was best for groups of smaller weaker enemies. I guess I'll just start blasting he thought to himself before releasing another eldritch blast but not at the leader. The blast darted forwards barely missing the horde before striking the horse in the left front leg. The shit blasted off a mass of decayed muscle and flesh before he saw the leg had snapped. The horse toppled forward crashing into the road the rider falling to the ground, or at least that was what he assumed since he could no longer see it. Keeping an eye on the area where the leader was thrown he locked blades with a zombie that had gotten up on him. The creature was slow without any grace, only taking a moment to put down with a quick slash through its neck. It felt like a crime to soil his gifted blades steel with the black ichor from the creature but it would be cleaned soon enough when the battle was over. The horse was thinning but it would still take time due to the sheer amount of bodies.

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Having sort of saved the guardsman Yavari turned her attention back to the rest of the horde, her eyes scanning to see just how many were left. With the ones guard down there were just the five- er four remaining people fighting the horde, Yavari included. One of the poor guardsmen had been swarmed by several of the undead and was not a late night snack for them. Sucking in a low breath if air through her mouth she noticed that the big man had taken out the horse. That had actually been a good strategy. Go for the leader, duh. Yavari chastised herself again as she realized they'd barely made a dent in the horde as an entirety. That frustration bubbled up underneath her skin like an inch. Her pale eyes narrowing as she took another breath. Okay, so now was not the time to get distracted or let herself feel overwhelmed. She never had a problem doing spells with fire, her hunch being that it had something to do with the demonic blood that ran through her veins but she wasn't truly sure. The fireballs...worked but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Closing her eyes she tuned out everything else save for her own heartbeat, her hands moving to her center. She focused all the energy she had into it, picturing in her mind the dead center of the horde. Her hand slowly expanding until she felt the heat slip from her hands. If her eyes had been opened she would have seen the rather large sphere of fire that she had begun to form, it grew until she felt like she was almost tapped out. A gasp escaping her as she fell to her knees, her quarterstaff on the ground beside her. She blinked rapidly trying to concentrate her vision again and hoping that she'd managed to at least damage a decent chunk of undead. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana was preparing to use another cone of fire when he saw the larger fireball start to manifest and backstopped instead not wanting to get caught up in it or waste the spell. When the fire began roasting a good section of the horde he dashed around the edge to a larger gathering of the undead that weren't ablaze. Getting as many as possible into range he used his own spell to light them up before kicking one away that had still made it close to him. He took a moment to survey the battlefield and saw mostly stragglers that would be easy to clean up. A loud noise resembling a horse neigh and a choking noise sounded through the night before ending as a mass of melting but ing flesh toppled and he knew the horse was done, that still left it's rider though. It took him a moment to find the leader but he found him a moment later seeing him run his blade through a guards torso. The leader had been clearly caught up in the large spell and looked worse for wear, although it hadn't exactly looked good before, but was holding up better than the others. "Hey you syphilitic cadaver!" He yelled at the creature before launching an eldritch blast at it. "Fresh meat over here." The blast that hit the creature staggered it away from the dying guard but it weathered it much better than the minions. Wasting no time he followed it up with a second before pointing his rapier at it. @EnchantedNymph

She watched in both amazement and horror as the undead burnt to a gross charred mess, their corpses falling down to the ground. Sweat lined Yavari's brow as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes moving to the man as he shouted at the leader of the horde. Her eyes going wide, was he nuts? Had to be yet as he blasted his magic at the undead she was honestly impressed. "Syphil-" She snorted, her head shaking as she moved to grab her staff. There were still undead to be taken care of and yet another guardsman down and dead. Thankfully she managed to get up, the staff was a great help though her muscles were still a bit weak. She'd never done a spell that big before but the fact that she had managed and that the flames were still going was a feat in itself. "Okay...more undead. I can do this, yeah." One of the undead that were on fire yet still moving about came towards her, one of it's arms missing from the elbow down. "Ew." She spun the quarterstaff, it sinking in the wind as it moved through the air before it connected with it's torso, the thing falling to the ground with a sickening ka-thunk. There were only a few remaining, the leader heading towards the man who'd shot the magic at him. She could either help him or go after the few undead remaining that seemed to be huddled together. "Okay...he can handle that, surely..." Nodding to herself she moved forward, her right hand once again glowing a warm shade of oranges and reds before she hurled several fireballs back to back. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Now shoot it in the back while it's attention is locked on me he thought inwardly as the leader advanced on him. He hoped the woman would have the idea but he couldn't say anything in case the creature understood. After that didn't seem to be the case he kept backstepping while blasting it. Each shot tore chunks off of the creature but it was apparently hardy and kept coming. When the creature was in range he stopped blasting and prepared to meet it in melee. His fingers were a bit numb from channeling so many blast but they kept a tight grip on his blade as he worked to dodge and parry the attacks from the creature and it's sword. He wasn't sure how these things moved without working muscles but he imagined each of the swings could do some heavy damage to him. The swings increased in speed as the leader apparently dropped controlled swordplay for more quick and brutal attacks. He was on the back foot occasionally getting in small hits but the creature ignored most. He was concentrating hard on fending off the leader when he felt a grip around his ankle. He stumbled backwards to the ground and saw one of the undead missing it's lower half had got a hold of him. The creature went to bite down on his ankle and Zaltana felt the tingle knowing the bite was on his mage armor. The armor slowed the bite but eventually the creatures teeth slowly sank into his leg before he drove his rapier through its skull. The bite wasn't deep but it would slow him down. The leader hadn't stopped however and brought his sword down with all the might it could muster. Zaltana rolled out of the way shaking off the hand of the noew redead and barely avoided the blade. He cast an eldritch blast at the leader while it was off balance knocking it down to a knee. Using that opportunity he rolled back to his feet and felt the pain in his lower ankle and how he couldn't put his weight on it fully. @EnchantedNymph

There were eight undead left and only her, the man fighting the undead leader and the guardsmen captain who seemed to be taking on two of the undead. That left five unaccounted for. Yavari huffed, she was beginning to feel the strain of using so much magic and regardless of if her figurative tank was almost empty she knew she had to push forward. Closing in she spun her quarterstaff, sweeping one of the lesser undead onto their knees before blasting it in the face with a fireball. Seven left, make that five. The captain seemed to be doing pretty decent, having taken both out like he was familiar with fighting the undead monstrosities they were facing. If she'd had the time she might ask him but now was definitely not the time, especially with two of the corpses coming at her. One of the undead had an eye hanging out of it's socket and Yavari had to look away, her eyes shutting tight as she blasted a fireball in it's direction. She heard a thump and when she peaked with one eye she say it had fallen, taking the other one with it though only hindering it slightly. Swearing under her breath Yavari whacked it in the head with her staff as he tried it's damndest to crawl to her, it's hand touching her black leather boot with it's filthy bone fingers. It's brains splattered all over the cobblestone and this time there was nothing stopping the bile that rose from her gut and landed all over the ground. @Triceratops&Bottoms

"Maybe vomit when the fight is over." Zaltana called as he continued dodging, finding it more difficult now that he couldn't put all of his weight on his injured leg. He had a healing salve in his bag that should take care of it but that would have to wait until the fight was over. He did his best to dodge and get in hits when he could but they seemed like they weren't doing much to the undead monstrosity. On a particularly bad step on his leg he had a thought. He continued fighting and went slow with it as he waited for his moment. When the creature went for a large swing he knew he had it. He rotated to the side and cast an eldritch blast at the creatures leg. The crackling silver tendril hit the limb and he watched it crack and implode. The creature staggered and fell forward before Zaltana stabbed his rapier through the back of the leaders skull and pinned it to the ground. He twisted the blade and swung it to the side to get it free severing more of the creatures brain before the creature stopped. He swung his rapier to the side slinging the ichor and grey matter off of the blade before shooting a casual blast at the last of the undead. "Fuck this shit." He muttered before looking around. The guards hadn't done as well in the situation as him and the woman but the captain despite being bent over and panting between vomiting seemed to be in good shape. He approached the other survivors before casting a quick prestidigitation spell. The blood and ichor and any dirt or other viscera disappeared from them and their clothes and weapons, the scent of pines entered the area helped hide the scent of rotting flesh. Looking at his now clean clothes he smirked a bit. "Much better." He didn't say another word before walking back into the tavern triumphantly with as much swagger as he could muster with his injured leg, he needed that salve.

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His comment about her puking had her narrowing her eyes as she wiped the corner of her mouth. Yavari made to sidestep the brain and vomit on the ground before preparing to fight yet the fight was over before she could do anything. He was wounded, she could tell by the way his gait was but more than that he still managed to fight better than she had. She watched in amazement as the lumbering mess of an undead swung at him and he avoided it, shooting whatever magic spell he used at the things leg, it caved and as it fell his rapier was thrust into the skull and she felt her stomach churn again, breathing through her mouth she looked away, her eyes shutting as she tried to steady herself. Yavari opened her eyes just in time to see him take out the last couple of undead, the battle now over completely she felt the adrenaline she'd barely held on to escape her, every muscle in her body becoming heavy as she supported her weight on the staff. She turned to look at the captain of the guard, his own guts all over the cobblestone. Good, at least she wasn't the only one who couldn't keep it together. Wiping at her mouth she turned and shivered as she felt the spell cast over them. The blood and guts left each of them, even the bits of brain she hadn't realized were clinging to the end of her staff. The fresh smell was loads better and she took a deep breath. "T-thank y-" He kept on walking, not even acknowledging either of them and Yavari frowned, her brows scrunching together. Making her way over to the captain she looked him over, "A-are you alright?" He groaned but nodded, holding up a hand as if he needed another moment. Her pale white eyes glanced back towards the tavern and Yavari decided to follow the other guy. She had questions, and she was exhausted, she just hoped there was another room available at the tavern.

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"So which one of you wants to buy me a drink?" He asked before making his way to his bag he had left behind. He sat down at his table and rummaged through his bag as a myriad of voices said they would with cheers. The swill here might not be very good but enough of it would still get him drunk. He found the tin of ointment a moment later before getting a healthy dab out on his fingers an applying it to the bite wound. He knew when it came to undead some varieties could kill you and turn you into one through the bite but he wasn't worried, immunity to disease was a great perk from his patron. The first couple mugs arrived and the innkeeps wife brought out a huge serving of the beef vegetable stew they had prepared for the patrons that night as well as a full loaf of bread with a healthy smathering of butter. It was a homey meal like he was raised on, although beef was a rare meat for his town. He ate it hungrily knowing the food would help him regain his energy, now if only there was a brothel, then the night wouldn't be so bad

She entered the tavern and looked around, easily spotting the guy who'd fought along side hershe would eventually make her way over to his table but first she needed to rent a room. Yavari could feel eyes on her, it was not an uncommon thing for people to stare. If it wasn't the purple skin it was her horns, and if it wasn't those then it was the spade devil like tail that lightly swished behind her depending on her mood. She came up to the counter, thankfully there was one more room though it was small according to the innkeeper. That was fine, it was better than sleeping out in the elements. Paying for the room she made her way over to join the man. Taking a seat across from him she crossed her arms, the innkeeps wife leaving she assumed to get her her own bowl of food. "Thanks, for that." White eyes observed the man now that he was sitting directly across from her, he was sitting and even then she had to raise her head a bit to look him in the eyes. "Are you...from here?" Dumb question, but no one said Yavari was that great at talking to strangers. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana was enjoying the meal when all of a sudden the teifling woman sat down across from him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her for a moment apprasingly. She was certainly attractive, he had always had a thing for teiflings, something about the horns and devilish features, but damn did she seem awkward with meeting new people. Earlier he had been just teasing about the ogling but the way she approached him and the awkward conversation starter made him think she was interested afterall. He didn't think he was going to get lucky an hour ago but that may have changed. Zaltana was about to say something when the innkeeps wife came back and sat some drinks and some food Infront of her, although it was noticably less food than she had brought him. He considered briefly if it was due to him and or if it was because of her, he knew especially in small towns how people can feel about races they don't see much of, especially teiflings. He looked back up to the woman from her food. "I have never been here in my life, and I'm assuming you haven't either." He stated trying to get a read on her. "Although you did a good thing for these people."

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It hadn't gone unnoticed the amount of food she'd been given but Yavari made no reaction to it. Instead she offered the woman a smile of thanks as she lifted the spoon. It didn't matter the size of the portion if she thought about it, but she knew that if she let things like this bother her then it would definitely be a miserable life. She took a spoonful of the stew as the woman left, tasting it and deciding it needed a little extra. Bending over into her bag she pulled out a small vial of red liquid, adding a dab or two to her bowl before looking from it to the man across from her. "No, I'm stopping through... Want some?" She asked, if he said yes she'd hand him the hot sauce, a specialty her mother's that she had brought along with her. If he refused she'd just place it back inside her bag before digging in. Her eyes focused on the bowl in front of her rather than the eyes she felt on her. "I don't know about that, but I'm glad the ordeal is over. I wouldn't have been able to do it on my own, so again thank you." @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana had made a point of trying as many new foods as he could since leaving his hometown. The food there was hearty and tasty in its own way but experiencing new foods was enjoyable. He deliberated for a moment watching her pour the sauce in her food and decided to accept it. He dropped a few drops in his food and nodded in thanks before handing it back. Delicately he raised the spoon and tried some with the new sauce taking a moment to pick out the flavors. He could taste vinegar in it but had no idea what the other flavors were. "It's good." He said simply not sure what else to say. The woman's thanks was unnecessary, he wasn't some hero, just a man who had the power to do so and was bored. With that in mind he wouldn't mind playing the heroic man from out of town if it meant some attention and possibly some benefits . "Of course, what sort of person would I be if I didn't step in to protect these fine people?" He asked louder than needed but wanting others to here. He noticed some raise their mugs to that. "So other than bringing a horde of undead to this towns doors, what is a lovely lady doing on her own all the way out here?" He asked curiously and intentionally laying it on a bit thick.

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She nodded her head, her eyes only flicking up to watch him as he tasted it but once that was done she went back to eating her food. She didn't know when the next time she'd get a decent meal so she had a habit of trying to enjoy all that she could. Yavari stirred the bowl of stew to make sure the peppered hot sauces flavors seeped into every bite. The heat a familiar warmth on her tongue that actually made her miss home. His question had her arching a brow, that guilt eating at her about the possibility she had been the cause of the town's misfortune. His compliment on her however had a blush creeping up to her cheeks, the pink causing her purple skin to turn into an interesting hue. "Ah, just...travelling. Seeing the world, trying to experience life?" She hadn't meant it as a question but if Yavari was honest with herself she honestly had no clue where she was going or what she was doing. Though, deep deep down she knew she just wanted to find a place where she felt welcome, a place to call home. So far... she'd had no such luck if any luck at all. Most folks didn't like tieflings, and it seemed to be universal wherever she went. "What about you?"

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He listened pretending to hang on her words and noticing the blush that had spread. "Traveling is a good experience, new foods, new places." He paused for a moment and lightly almost as if it was an accident briefly brushed her hand with his "interesting people." He leaned back and ate some more of his remaining food and finished one of the mugs. In truth those were the things he enjoyed the most about traveling. He didn't know if he would ever find a type of place he thought was more beautiful or homey than a mountain but he enjoyed the search. Trying new foods and meeting new people, women, was a great experience too. "Were you able to get a room?" He asked not sure if they had actually had an opening available. "If not you're free to share mine. It's not the largest and the bed is a bit small but I think we could find ways, many ways, to both fit?" He asked his voice deep but soft, the verbal equivalent of hot cocoa on a cold winter night. @EnchantedNymph

His hand brushed against her own and for a moment Yavari froze. Her spoon pausing just at her mouth as her eyes glanced from it to the hand that had done the grazing. He found her interesting? They'd barely even known each other longer than a handful of of minutes and most of that time had been spent fighting the undead. She blinked, that blush that had crept to her cheeks remaining. It wasn't uncommon for most people to make assumptions about Tieflings, most times than not in a negative light and sometimes, on very rare occasions men and women and the in between liked the exotic qualities. He...seemed to be that type. The thing was, Yavari wasn't quite that experienced unless you counted the two men she'd ever been intimate with in her life. And both of those had ended in disaster... it had been hot and not in the good way. Poor dudes ended up with severe burns from her getting too excited. But....he'd used fire...right? Could he handle it? Her eyes peeked at him through her hair, that spoon moving finally to her lips where she wrapped them around it. Pulling the meat and potatoes into her mouth. "Mm..." "They... had a broom closet, I turned it down." Her eyes became hooded and she sat the spoon down, moving to pick up the tankard for a little liquid courage. "How exactly do you think we could both fit? On that bed of yours?" @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana chuckled slightly at the mention of a broom closet, honestly that was about the last thing he had expected. His laugh was like a roll of thunder in the distance, obviously loud and deep, but softened as if it wasn't coming from overhead. Her question told him she either was oblivious or interested, he could work with either. His warm smile grew slightly as he leaned forward and put his lips to her ear, avoiding the horns. He raised his hand to cover it so the rest of the tavern wouldnt be able to here. With being this close Zaltana wondered if she would be able to smell him, from what he had been told it was an earthy scent, like the smell of freshly tilled soil but with a hint of cedar like it was blowing on the wind. "Anyway you can imagine, a dance between the two of us, our flesh melding like clay on a riverbed or flames from a candle, just your skin on mine." He whispered, his lips brushing against her ear and his breath warm." @EnchantedNymph

He was more direct than she had imagine he would be, the way his words rumbled from him with so much ease had that doubtful voice in the back of her mine rising, It meant he had experience, a lot more experience than Yavari herself had and while she might try and put on an air of confidence that one would expect she was very much soft and fluffy and...more or less innocent inside. "A dance? I-" The door to the tavern opened, the captain of the guard from earlier entered looking a little worse for wear but alive still. The tip of her ear twitched, a heat pooled in her gut as she felt his lips against her ear. She so wanted to go back with him to his room, to see exactly what he had to show yet as her eyes locked with that of the captain's she realized it was she who he was looking for. A sigh escaped her as he made his way over. "As much as I love that... I have a feeling my night just got a lot more...dull." But as much as she meant the words she also felt relief flood through her. She lifted her tankard again and downed the rest of it just as the captain came to stop at their table. "Can I have a word?" His eyes were on her, though he did give a nod to the other at the table. "Sure..." She eyed the stew on the table in front of her and then her eyes traveled to the man she'd just been flirting with. "Perhaps another time." She'd caught a whiff of his scent, whether cologne or not he smelt similar to her home, of the mountains and forest that resided there. Blinking she slid from the bench and followed the captain, likely to answer questions of where the horde had come from and how she'd been involved. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana could feel her interest and although it wouldn't show on his face his excitement was growing. Unfortunately that was when the town guard captain walked in. As the woman left he sat back in his chair and sighed. Well isn't that just about right he thought before turning back to his food. He finished the rest of the food and drink enjoying the feeling of a full belly and the warmth of the alcohol. When he had finished he quietly grabbed his bag and headed back towards his room, making sure to give a wink to the innkeeps daughter. The salve on his leg had already done it's job, the bite on his leg closing to only leave pinks marks that would eventually scar, the stuff was a miracle and he was once again glad he had brought it. He stripped down once he was in his room and deposited his bag on the floor before crawling into the bed, it wasn't the most comfortable but it was still better than the ground. He laid there for a bit staring at the ceiling in thought before calling it a night and closing his eyes to sleep. The next morning anyone outside the inn would see a tall muscular dark man running out the door while quickly pulling his clothes back on. A moment later they would see the innkeep following him with a club shouting. Zaltana whistled and a ram like creature the size of a horse came from the stable and he quickly mounted it, laughing as he fled. This wasn't the first time an innkeep had found him sleeping with their wife but who was he to say no? The woman was only in her early fourties and while not obscenely attractive she was still attractive enough for a fun night. Imagine if he had known the man's daughter had came and left only hours before that. He felt good this morning, powerful and he knew his patron approved. He still wasn't sure on all the rules but he knew the more taboo his deeds the more power was given to him. He continued to laugh as he rode down the road.

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Unlike the fun evening he'd had Yavari had spent the night taking the captain and more of his men to the forest in which she had stumbled upon the horde. There were signs of dark magic scattered in a clearing not far from the town. A magic circle burnt into the crisp fall grass. Disembodied limbs strewn about and the smell of blood was so rich in the air that it left her with a metallic taste in her mouth. After she'd managed to clear her name, though neither the guard captain or any of his men had said it had been an interrogation, Yavari had spent the rest of her night checking for any stragglers that might have wandered off from the horde along with the guards. There'd only been a handful and in smaller numbers they were much easier to handle. It helped that the guards had come better equipped than the earlier fight, clear that the captain didn't want to lose any more of his men and with Yavari's assistance they burned each of the corpses to a crisp so that their rotten flesh wouldn't contaminate the local wildlife. Come sunrise she'd only managed to get no sleep what so ever, though she'd been offered a decent bag of coins for her efforts. Yavari couldn't help but wonder if it was more to do with guilt than anything, she'd seen the way the mayor had looked at her when she'd came with the men. The judgement on his face. Giving up the hopes of a restful rest before she needed to hit the road Yavari had gathered her things and left before the sun had even fully risen in the sky. On the outskirts of town she'd stopped to admire the scenery from the mountain and the valley below, the way the sun's light reflected off the water soothing her weariness. blankspace

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Clicking her tongue she urged the horse forward, she had no clear direction on where she was going next and when she'd come to a fork in the path down the mountain she looked at both directions. One led to the sea while the other headed towards a forest... "Where should we go?" The horse's hoof stamped the dirt beneath it as it awaited direction, a huff escaping it's nose. "Alright then..." Pulling a coin from her bag she stared at it. "Heads the sea, tails the woodlands." She flipped the coin in the air, the silver shining as it flipped until she caught it, slapping it on the back of her hand. Peeking underneath Yavari smiled, "The sea it is. Come on Ari." She clicked her tongue pulling the horses reins in that direction.

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Zaltanas laughs eventually died off as he rode but he was still riding that high. He would have loved to have gotten that short teifling into the mix but such is life, he still hadnt been with a teifling yet and thought it would be fun. He reached down and grabbed the amulet around his neck, a golden amulet and chain in the shape of a heart with a hand gripping it tightly. The amulet hummed today, the vibrations tingling his skin. Eventually Zaltana made it to a crossroads and stopped. One path a forest and the other the sea. It was a tough decision, his relationship with that large of a body of water was finicky. He hadn't ever actually been to the ocean but it sort of terrified him. That being said he thought there would be new foods to try and he had spent enough time in the woods. In the end he decided on the ocean path, what was the point of going out to try new things in the world if he avoided them? The path was silent with only the occasional cart or person going by but he thought he saw a familiar person ahead of him. He spurred Azazel on and eventually caught up to the figure, slowing to ride alongside her. "So was your night as full as you planned? We could always make up for it tonight." He told her not even bothering to announce his presence first. The teifling woman I missed out on, oh lady fortune I love you so

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It'd been a peaceful ride down the side of the mountain, the closer they got to the end of the mountain's path and closer to the ocean's cliff the more the air began to smell of salt and less of the pines she was so familiar with. It wasn't a terrible thing but it was pleasant in it's own sense though Yavari didn't like how dense the air felt. She'd passed several carts, presumably those of merchants or other travelers though she tried to keep to herself on the edge of the road. She'd been deep in thought about something when a voice broke the silence she'd become familiar with, startled she only jumped slightly, her head turning to stare at the man from before. "It was full..." Not necessarily wrong. She straightened on her horse, her tits pushing out slightly though not intentionally. "How was the bed?"

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Zaltana stifled a laugh as she jumped and kept a warm friendly smile on his face. "Cold and more spacious than I would have liked, some company would have been nice." He said while thinking back about how it had infact been neither of those things. "I'm assuming the broom closet wasn't such?" He asked remembering her joke the night before. Azazel kept pace with the horse, him being well trained enough to not nudge or bump the horse beside him. He turned his head to look back before looking back to the woman. "I see this time you're not leading a horse to the town, so how about some company for the ride?" He didn't know if the horde would be a touchy subject for her but at the moment he didn't know anything else about her to make conversation about.

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"A shame, surprised you couldn't find someone else to fill it. Being a hero of the town and all that..." She stated simply, her eyes focusing on the smile on his face. It reminded her of the warmth she felt against her skin on the first day of spring. She liked his laugh, it wasn't often people laughed around her, because of her. At the mention of the room she chuckled herself and shook her head. "I didn't sleep, so it didn't really matter." She watched him turn to look behind him Yavari did as well, curious to see what he was looking at or for... until he opened his mouth and mentioned the horde. She scrunched her face and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that wasn't intentional and it was actually not my fault. Even if I have the shittiest luck out of any adventurer ever." She turned back around and moved to stroke Ari's mane, At his question about company she looked at him in surprise. "I- Sure, company would be nice. Funny, we both seem to be heading in the same direction."

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"Oh yeah?" Zaltana asked raising an eyebrow at her mention of not sleeping. "I guess you really did have a full night." He turned back to look at the road. "So you are an adventurer huh? So great adventurer why not pass the time with some heroic stories from your journeys?" He asked interested to here something exciting. He wouldn't call himself an adventurer personally. While he technically adventured he was just more of a traveler. He explored from his hometown for new experiences and to see new places, the food and people were just part of that. He could smell the ocean clearly now and he found himself a little put off by it. The salt was nice, he enjoyed the earthy scent of it, but the other smells that came with it were so foreign to him. Maybe now would be a good time for him to try fish for the first time.

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"Um... well I want to be an adventurer? I'm actually-" She pursed her lips and gave him a look. "Rather green, unless you count that horde back there. But everyone has to start somewhere. Right?" She shrugged, being honest to more than just herself was a thing she rarely did and here she was opening up to a guy she'd only essentially just met. "Sorry I don't have any stories. Though last night it turned out there was a dark magic user. Possibly someone with some sort of vendetta that had made that horde." Her pale eyes turned from his face to glance at the ocean as it came into view, the way the light hit it made her feel warm and she sighed. "Killed a few more undead, was interrogated." There was a moment of silence before she continued. "My name's Yavari, Yavari Blackstrand. What about you? Can't keep calling you 'you' in my head. Especially if fate is going to have us crossing paths like this." A wagon came up on the other side of them, the driver of it staring at them as they passed. Not so much as even a wave, oh well. Clearing her throat she glanced at him.

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"Green? You're clearly purple." He pointed out knowing what she meant though. "Unfortunately in situations like that people always have a habit of blaming the outsider, especially if they are clearly different." He said motioning over her body. Maybe it was because of his own being, or maybe just his personality but he had never been the kind of person to look differently at those of different races, even the ones he rarely saw. "Oh, and how much have you had me in your head?" Zaltana asked his smile becoming more devilish. "My name is Zaltana, no last name." He told her waiting for the inevitable curious question about his lack of a surname. His kind never were assigned last names or had family names, after adulthood they would choose one for themselves after much deliberation and experience. Some one take names from their profession like Cooper or Smith or some just from what they enjoyed, Zaltana Womanconqueror was too wordy though and wouldn't make for a good first impression.

A familiar tinge of a blush rose to Yavari's cheeks as he asked her how much he'd been in her head. "Ah, not nearly as much as I'm sure you'd like to be." Her attention turned back to the road, not quite ready to look at him. He was a flirt, that much she could tell and while it made her feel good she wasn't sure exactly what to make of him yet. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Zaltana, no last name." That devilish smirk of his was something that she bet got him into quite a bit of trouble. The question was, would it cause her trouble for finding him so handsome when he directed it at her? "I am sure you're asked often, why you don't have a last name... Is it a choice? Culture? I find myself wanting to learn more about you, yet I am unsure if I want to be quite like most and ask the generic questions." Yavari finally turned her glance in his direction, taking in his height and looks once again, the sunlight offering her a different take than the poor lighting in which the inn had the night before.

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Raising his hand to cup his chin he tilted his head upward and looked at the sky. "It's a cultural thing although I suppose that make it's a choice as well. It can be hard to go against cultural norms but that's still always a choice." His voice grew quieter forwards the end as he started thinking about that. "If I had a last name would you take it?" He asked a moment later trying to keep a smile from his face and a laugh from escaping his throat. It was a joke of course, maybe some day he would settle down and perhaps even get married but monogamy wasn't really his style. Besides as far as he could tell there wasn't anything specific about this woman to change that, sure she was beautiful enough, and exotic, but there were plenty of women who were. He liked that's she could fight and she seemed to have a sense of humor, clearly she had great taste. No, he would have some fun, let them enjoy some time together but eventually they would go and leave each other with just memories.

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"I barely even know you, Zaltana I don't think so... even if you are handsome." She smiled, the blush still very evident on her face. His laugh was infectious though, her own chuckle escaping her as she shook her head. "So, I've gotta ask. Where does one get a beast like that to ride instead of a horse? I know there are different type of steeds but I've never actually been this close to anything other than a horse." Her eyes narrowed as she took the beast in. "He? Seems very docile and well trained." The town was well in view now, the sounds of the docks becoming louder with each bit of road they passed. She was honestly surprised at how quick the trip had seemed, but it was always the case when going down a mountain versus up it. She was just glad her luck seemed to be rather docile for now and she hadn't run into another horde or worse. "

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Zaltana brushed aside her denial knowing it wasn't serious just playful banter to begin with. He gave Azazel a pat on the neck. "Azazel here is a mammoth ram. I grew up in a mountain town, not at the base of a mountain but midway up. Horses are great and beautiful creatures but they have trouble up there. A horse falls because of the terrain, breaks a leg, have to put it down. Mammoth Rams on the other hand were native to the area, we domesticated them, bred them to be larger, and we got a perfect mount for the area. They're great at climbing the steep ledges and on open ground they're not that much slower than a horse, plus if they do break a leg it will heal before long. He realized he was starting to ramble but Azazel was a good boy and it's hard not to talk about him. Seeing the town up ahead gave him mixed feelings. On the one hand it was a new town with new food....and people but at the same time he was enjoying his little talk with Yavari. "Well you got me to spill some secrets, care to do the same?" He asked deciding to see where he could take this.

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"What kind of secrets are you wanting to know?" She asked curiously, she moved the reins into one hand as she slowed the pace of Ari. "Though, if it's to ask about my breast size I'm afraid you'd have to ask someone else." She stated, staring down at the black leather that adorned her chest. She knew she was well endowed, it was one of the reasons most men seemed to be fine with her being a tiefling. They could look past the purple skin if they closed their eyes... Clearing her throat as she realized the direction her mind had begun to take. Thick skin, as much as she liked to pretend to have it sometimes things did mess with her. "If it's about where I'm from Carran, a small town at the base of a mountain where most folks are human. A tight knit community that didn't take kindly to a single woman who was pregnant, let alone when they realized her child was different. She was a midwife though, so she came in handy enough to keep around and for them to tolerate me." It was she who'd had a hard time tolerating them in the end, which was why she'd left. Somewhere out there she would be accepted. At least she hoped to find somewhere.

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Zaltana was surprised to hear her mention her breast size, he had to admit they looked great and he would love to get a hold of them but that didn't cross his mind. "Oh I would never ask a woman a question like that, I'm not a dog. Besides I don't need to ask, you saw me shoot fire and bolts from my hands right? Those are just child's play to my real magical gifts, for instance I have the magical ability to tell the exact size of a woman's breast just by touching them. He watched her get lost in thought a moment later though and he thought he knew what it was about. "How about this, when we get to the town we stop and get a drink, nothing more or less?" He asked thinking just a drink would get those thoughts from her head. He grew up in a small town himself and although people sort of like him were around there were still plenty with negative dispositions. @EnchantedNymph

His comment about his real magical gifts had a hearty laugh leave her, her head falling backwards as she lifted a hand to wipe at her eyes. "That's honestly kind of terrifying but also intriguing." She snickered as the laughter died down. His offer about a drink had her eyebrow rising, glancing at him as they began to hit the few houses on the outskirts of the town. Small farms that didn't look like much. "A drink?" A drink was easy enough that she could manage. "Or two." She smirked at him before clicking her tongue as her heels dug into Ari's side, the horse kicking it into gear and speeding up. The wind had her silky black hair cascading behind her and reflecting the light as she leaned into her stance on her horse. The black and white mare galloping at a decent speed. It wasn't really a race but the sudden change of pace helped clear her mind. She could taste the salt in the air as the dirt road began to turn into cobblestone. Yavari risked looking behind her to see if he too sped up or if he kept his leisure pace. @Triceratops&Bottoms

"Then it's a deal." He said before she suddenly darted off. Well that's just rude he said inwardly before he picked up his own pace with Azazel. The ram wasn't quite as fast as a horse on this terrain but he did a good job of keeping the distance between them small. He wished he was side by side with her so he could watch that ample chest of hers bounce with every gallop but alas that wasn't the case. He controlled Azazel having him keep up without going too fast not wanting anyone watching to get the wrong idea with a lone large man chasing after a much smaller woman. The noise from the town was starting to become clearer to him now, the townsfolk busy going amongst their day. Maybe this town wouldn't be bad to stop in for a bit afterall. It was still a shame that it was right beside that giant horrifying body of water though. @EnchantedNymph

She didn't slow down until she spotted a tavern . Carefully pulling on Ari's reins to bring her to a slow trot before hopping off. Yavari was out of breath as she stroked Ari's mane, a grin on her face as she gave the horse whispered platitudes. She touched her forehead to the horses nose before tying her up. Yavari turned and noticed when he approached, the smile still plastered on her face. "I'll buy the first round of drinks." She pulled an apple from her bag and gave it to Ari, turning to look at Zaltana. "Does he eat apples? I have another." Depending on the answer she would either toss it to him or leave it in the bag before sauntering her way into the tavern. The etched sign above the door reading The Singing Gull. Business seemed to be booming, the tavern nearly full and the patrons loud. A bard played somewhere off in the corner singing a song about a dragon. A few patrons grew quiet, glancing at the newcomers if only for a moment before they went back to whatever it was they were doing. An orc and a scrawny looking man seemed to be arm wrestling while there were a few onlookers. Yavari sucked in a breath and made her way to one of the only remaining tables unoccupied. Taking a seat she waited until the barkeep would come to get their order.

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Zaltana followed a moment later and stopped. He looked down at Azazel who was doing the mammoth ram equivalent to licking his lips as he started down the apple. "He can but only in moderation." He held the apple out and Azazels face shot forward and snapped it out of his hand almost taking a finger with it. "Little asshole." He muttered before dismounting . He tied Azazel to the post and pointed a finger in his face. "No trouble this time got it?" Azazel nipped at his finger and he pulled it away. "Behave." He walked in and looked for a moment before finding the young woman. He held up a finger to show her to give him a moment before he went to talk to the man at the bar. He spoke to him for a moment to ask him about what sort of local drinks they had before he went to sit with his momentary companion. "Have you ever had rum? Apparently it's made from sugar, it has to be sweet right?" He asked her as he waited for someone to bring them each a cup of it. Sugar wasn't something that was found where he grew up, it couldn't grow around there and it was incredible expensive to have shipped. If they needed something made sweeter they would do so with carrots or beets since the rooty vegetables were naturally sweet and could grow in the rocky soil.

"Sweet?" She arched a brow before shaking her head. "I wouldn't call rum sweet." At least this time there was something she could be confident in her answer to. After having sampled some before in a different town. Yavari had honestly had the misconception about the drink herself but it was anything but sweet. "You can taste the sugar but it is definitely not sweet." "To be honest I've only ever tried drinking dark rum, and it tasted like bark of a tree to me, but it's pleasant enough. Or the kind I'd had was... not sure if they do it the same here." She eyed Zaltana for a minute across the table. "You really do like trying new things huh? Are you hungry? I bet their fish dishes are delicious... I know I could eat. I kind of skipped out of town after sleep eluded me after the night I had." @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltanas eyebrow raised as he appraised her, she had to be pulling his leg. If something was made from sugar how could it not be sweet? Regardless he would try it, it was new, so even if it wasn't what he expected it would be an experience. "New experiences are like seasoning for food, you might get through it but it won't be as enjoyable." The mention of food made him realize he hadn't ate since the night before and he had definitely burnt through that already. "I could eat but we agreed on drinks, trying to turn this whole thing into lunch together?" He asked before the cups of rum came. "Well that was quicker than I expected." He said looking at the drinks. "If you don't want that I can get you something else." He mentioned before grabbing one of them. Slowly he raised it up and looked at it for a moment, it was dark, very dark and it had a strong woody smell but he thought he could smell a hint of sweetness to it. He wasn't sure what to expect anymore so instead of dwelling he took a sip. It definitely was not sweet, she had been right. It was fine, a stringy okay flavor to it with just a hint of what he assumed was the sugar. It was strong however though and that made it worth it to him, although he would probably stick to whiskeys in the future if he wanted something like this. "It's....tolerable I suppose."

"We did agree on drinks, but drinking on an empty stomach leads to... bad decisions." At least for her that is. Yavari accepted the drink, there was no reason to turn it down. Rum might not be her favorite but it was a drink all the same. She didn't sip it however, instead opting to down the glass as quick as she could. She was not one to savor drinks like rum. Setting the glass down she hummed as the alcohol burned going down, tears forming in the corner of her eyes as she raised a hand to catch the attention of one of the workers in the tavern. A lanky looking fellow who looked to be a half-elf came over. "Tolerable he says." She chuckled and turned her attention to the half-elf. "I'd like two of the catch of the day platters. And can I get two tankards of the bronze draconic ale please?" He gave a nod and looked at Zaltana. "Anything else?" Order being placed and the server heading off to the kitchens Yavari looked at Zaltana as she crossed her arms. "Ever had pineapple? Or coconuts? The ale has tastes of them, supposedly it's reminiscent of the sea. It was one of the things my mother told me to try if I stopped by the sea." Off behind her there was a loud shout, the orc seemingly had lost the arm wrestling contest. "You small bastard, ye cheated!" There was a loud smack and Yavari could tell pretty much what had happened without turning around. She glanced down at her empty cup. "So, you're a drifter. Just experiencing what life has in different places... how do you decide where to go next? Or do you have a clear destination in mind and I'm off my mark?"

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"So is it called bronze draconic ale because the ale is bronze in color or because the dragon it's named after was?" He wondered out loud for a moment before waving his hand in dismissal. Now that he had tasted the rum he no longer sipped it finishing it quickly as well. The flavor still wasn't bad but he would dorder something else if available. "No I've had neither, haven't heard of them in fact. The only fruits that grew all the way up there were apples, pears, apricots, plums and cherries. We were a bit restricted on our food sources." Zaltana looked behind her momentarily but ignored the group of men as long as they could keep it to themselves. "I suppose you could say I'm a drifter, although that makes me sound boring and homeless. For the most part I just wander and follow the roads, occasionally I find something small to make money but not very often. Honestly there isn't much need since I received the bounty from killing a wyvern. Now that's a fun story if you ever would like to hear it."

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"That's honestly a good question. Half the time I think things are named the way they are because it sounds like it'd sell." Yavari responded though she wondered if he was actually wanting her to answer post response. "I like pineapples, they're sweet with the faintest of tartness to me. It's a tropical fruit so I haven't had a lot but it is a taste I could never forget. Your hometown sounds like it's secluded..." She couldn't help but observe, she honestly wanted to know more. She'd never truly had someone converse with like this and it was...nice. A look of astonishment crossed her face as she leaned forward on the table. "A wyvern? By yourself? I'd love to hear the tale if you're willing." Images of him as he had fought the horde popped into her head and she sucked in a breath. "You must be strong, to have fought a wyvern..." Yavari herself had never fought anything like it, she once used her flames to take out some overly large spiders for the miners back home, but even those were nothing compared to what he'd fought.

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At her description Zaltana decided he would want to try one of these pineapples. The way she described it made him think of the cherries back home but those were more tart with some sweetness, he didn't really have anything to base the flavor off of though. Her interest at the wyvern, while not surprising, was a good sign for him, the story always got people interested. " As much as I would love to claim that slaying the wyvern was from my immense power it wasn't. While I am stronger than most people you run into in the grand scheme I'm nothing special." Him slaying a wyvern always seemed to make it easy to get one woman or another into bed with him but he didn't think talking about his strength would do it, besides he was genuinely enjoying just conversing with this woman. If he got to lay with her that would be great but he enjoyed this nonetheless. "It may sound like bragging to say this but it was just cunning."

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He paused a moment when their new ales were brought out to him and took a moment to wetten his throat, he wasn't used to this much speaking anymore. "So early in my travels I came across this town where a wyvern had came down from the mountains. It started off at just an annoyance, the occasional sheep becoming a meal to it. A small bounty was placed on it." He took a moment to remember everything before continuing. " Unfortunately it started going after mammoth Rams next which drove the reward up even more. That gave it a decent award and adventures started coming in to take care of it for the gold. They hadn't managed to catch it, either failing or dying themselves. Eventually however the wyvern started grabbing children, between that and it starting to get into nobles cellars for their legs the reward swelled." This was the point where even he had considered trying to kill it, the reward would have set him up nicely. "The noble of the area lost his son as well and added on to the bounty even more. Thinking about the fact it had been stealing kegs I bought a keg of cheap wine and laced it with sleeping herbs I found nearby and sat them atop a hill it was supposed to frequent. Eventually it took the bait and drank itself into a sleep. I came out from the woods and stabbed it through the eye before it could awaken. There's no way I could have killed it in a straight fight." He finished watching her expression for a reaction.

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She was thankful when the ale arrived, taking the tankard and bringing it to her lips. The flavor was very fruity and the hints of pineapple thankfully outweighed the taste of the coconut. It seemed the food would be a little while still, though she didn't mind waiting. When Zaltana began regaling his tale she listened intently, her eyes remaining on him as he spoke. He felt for the people of his home, it must have been terrible to lose loved ones like that... yet, out of all of the ways she had imagined he might have killed the wyvern using cunning had clearly not been one of them. The look of astonishment on her face was very clear as she leaned forward, her breasts resting on her arm that was on the table while the other propped up her chin. "Wow..." Yavari unpropped her chin from her hand to take another drink from her tankard. "Muscles and brains, that's a dangerous combo. You should feel proud, most would have just gone in running, though I'm sure did. Mad respect for that... honestly I'm amazed." She spun her drink a bit before looking back at him. "The biggest thing I ever fought was a spider the size of a bull, and it's offspring but I didn't even really do that alone." She was beginning to think that maybe it had been good luck that she had met the man across from her... They both seemed to be just wandering, perhaps under the right circumstances she could convince him to travel along with her. He was pleasant enough company. It was around the time she had thought to ask that their food arrived, two very large plates with what appeared to be pan seared red snapper with a side of roasted potatoes and carrots. The savory smell wafted up to her nose and her stomach rumbled. Her cheeks flushing as she thanked the innkeep, also placing in another order of drinks. The third one would be her limit, she could already feel the heat of the alcohol as it was. "Here's to trying new things, hmm?" She raised her tankard and took a drink.

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Zaltana watched as her breast were put on display pressed against her arm. He looked making sure not to stare but keeping an eye on them. He took another drink from the ale and actually tasted it this time, the last drink he had been too in his head about his story. She had mentioned the taste of the fruit and he was picking up on it now although it was subtle in the drink. They were interesting flavors to be sure but so foreign to his tongue he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He was about to say something when the food had suddenly arrived. He looked at it for a moment knowing it was some fish. "This may be surprising but this will actually be the first time I've ate fish." He told her before looking back down at the plate. "Carrots and potatoes are common where I'm from though." Although the vegetables might not be something new he was glad to see them, now even if he didn't care for the fish he would have something to eat. Hesitantly he took his fork and got a small bite of the fish and raised it to his mouth. He ate it and took a moment to appraise it. It was good, he enjoyed it but like the drink it was weird to process. "It is good, although I have to say it doesn't taste much like meat to me. Sort of like how an egg doesn't quite seem like meat if that makes sense to you?" He took a few more bites before sitting his fork down for a moment. "So this may sound strange but what's a spider? I gathered from what you said that it's not typically bull sized but I've never seen one." @EnchantedNymph

"Fish is pleasant... at least, the fishes from the lake I had before were decent enough. Something tells me the fish from the sea are saltier though." The fish had an interesting texture and Yavari wasn't sure if it had more to do with it's anatomy or it's environment but it was delicious, at least to her. She was mid bite when his question took her by surprise. She coughed as she tried to swallow down the food, moving to take a deep drink of ale. "W-what's a spider?" Yavari shook her head. "How can you not know what a spider is?" She blinked a few times, her eyes looking at him in disbelief. "They're like bugs...but not. They have round bodies and like eight legs. Generally the size of a pebble, though sometimes some of the species can be palm sized. They bite, and have a ton of eyes." Another look and she couldn't help but ask. "If...you don't mind me asking, where are you from? Spiders are...pretty much everywhere, or at least that's what I thought." @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana just shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry but my town , Denali, just didn't have many insects. We had some burrowing ones, mostly beetles, and these cliff bees that made their homes in cracks in the stone but not much else. I know my home was not typical though. Did your town have giant rock pythons?" He asked curious remembering the 4-5 meter long snakes that would hide in the cliffs to catch unsuspecting mammoth Rams or giant rock eagles. Come to think of it the animal names weren't very original in his hometown, so many giant or rock names. He ate more of his fish thinking it would go well with the rice he had tried elsewhere before looking back to her. "I'm sure you had some strange things where you're from though right?" He asked looking back into her eyes. "I'm sure spiders weren't the only strange thing. He finished his mug of ale right before the half elf man brought the next round. Wow they are really on the ball with service here

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"Rock pythons?" Yavari blinked trying to imagine a snake made out of rocks. "No...we don't have those. River snakes, sure. But nothing like that." She took a few more bites of her fish as she thought about all the wildlife back in her home town. "The cave spider was the scariest thing we had, and it was an invasive species." If she wa soonest her home life had honestly been rather tame if she looked past the racism and the bigotry. When the second sets of drinks came she was more than glad, her own pretty much empty. Yavari found that she liked the company, the warmth of the alcohol now giving her a nice buzz as she leaned once again on the table, her food pushed out of the way. "Do you have any other interesting stories?" Her hand moved closer, almost touching his. "Or stories on how you use that head of yours?"

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Zaltana watched Hera's she edge closer to her, this wasn't how things normally went for him but it was a turn he was enjoying. Her question about interesting stories had him thinking though. He didn't have a shortage of interesting stories, atleast not for common townsfolk but for her that was a different story. His time with his patron and the conditions of his conception and birth were both interesting but not the sort of thing he would share with her. "I would love to say yes but they're all either personal or not appropriate for a young lady in the early afternoon in a crowded inn." He finished the last of his food and moved the plate to the side. "May I?" He asked gently cupping her hand and pulling it closer to him turning it palm upwards. Gently he started tracing the lines in her palm with his finger tips. "Very interesting." He told her looking up from her hand to meet her eyes. "Very interesting indeed." He told her as his finger continued to glide alon her hand before moving up her arm tracing a vein. @EnchantedNymph

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"Not appropriate? What makes them so?" Her question came out just as he moved his plate to the side, her eyes tracking the movement of his hand. She nodded her head at his ask and had to stop herself from shivering at the contact. When was the last time she had actually felt the touch of another? One of a willing touch and not like the boney fingers of the undead that had clawed at her the previous night? Yavari sucked in a breath, the hairs on her arm rising as he traced the lines of her palm. "W-what is interesting?" Her pale eyes glanced from her pale purple palm to his bright orange eyes, her heart beating a bit quicker. Was she so starved for touch that even this simplest act had heat pooling in a place that had not stirred in quite some time? His fingers went further still, up from her palm and over her wrist. She couldn't contain the shiver that left her then, her pale eyes becoming half hiddened by her black lashes. Her lips parting slightly as she tried to steady her breathing.

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Zaltana looked back at her arm and hand before returning his gaze to her eyes. "how lovely and your skin is of course." He said before flashing her a warm smile. He could see the affect he had had on her and thought about pushing it further. " I would love to see the rest of it." It was still in the early evening and he knew these lines would do better later in the day but he never knew, perhaps an afternoon nap wasn't out of the question. He reached down to his waist and pulled out enough coin from a cinnabar colored velvet pouch to pay for the food and drink as well as a tip for the young man who had served them. He still hadnt released her hand however and waited to see if she would pull away. They had shared a meal and drink the night before and thought it would go further and now they had done so again. Perhaps she was only enjoying a meal with someone and enjoying the companionship or perhaps it would go in a more fun way. @EnchantedNymph

A flush on her cheeks appeared as soon as his compliment left his lips, her eyes showing the surprise in which she felt as he flashed her his smile. The same smile that had tempted her the night before. He was handsome, he was somewhat smooth with his words and Yavari found herself wanting to experience it more. Perhaps she truly was starved of touch and that was why, or perhaps it had something to do with the alcohol. Whatever the case was, it led her to lift those pale eyes of hers up to his face, her lips parted as her tongue traced her bottom lip. "I think...that could be arranged." A shy smirk and she continued, "There was that magic ability you said you had that I am curious about..." Even just imagining his hands against the bare skin of her breasts hard her nipples hardening underneath the fabric of her armor. She noticed him pulling out coin and she tsked, only pulling her hand free to pull out her own coin. "I also remember, stating that I'd pay." Her lips pressed into a line as she arched a brow. "Or are you not going to let me be a woman of my word?" @Triceratops&Bottoms

His smile grew slightly upon seeing her reaction and hearing her words. "I'll make an agreement with you then, I'll let you pay this time with no complaint as to not soil your honor." He said taking his coins from the table and holding them. "On the condition you let me go get us a room for the night on my coin." He stated as his fingertip began to lightly trace her skin once more. To day was shaping up to be a good one afterall, being run out of the last inn while a bit fun wasn't a great start to the day but it was going well now. "Afterall you still owe me a dance." He said before winking and getting up to head to the innkeep.

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She couldn't help but watch that smile grow, it was a ray of warmth when most of the time people seemed to only give her a winter breeze. Zaltana on the other hand, had shown curiosity and kindness despite who, or what she was and that in itself had her nodding her head in agreement. That flush on her cheeks deepened as she placed the coins on the table just like he had. There was enough for the meal and drinks, as well as a tip for the half-elf. "I can agree with that." Yavari's voice was a little lower than she had intended, that hand of his causing heat to stir inside of her once again. 'Afterall you still owe me a dance.' She would have melted right then if she had been made of ice, but thankfully she wasn't and instead she just watched as he got up to go and do just what he'd said he would. She was so absorbed in watching his movements that she hadn't realized someone was approaching from her side. Thinking it was just the half-elf she didn't think anything of it until she felt a hand slide over her shoulder. The smell of alcohol so strong it made her nose itch as she turned to see the orc and his companion each taking a seat on either side of her. "Looks what we have here Grall, it's a pretty." She sucked in a breath, her hands balling into fists as she looked at the scrawny one who spoke. His speech was odd, but that could very well be due to the drink. The orc who she assumed was Grall grunted, his hand tightening a bit on her shoulder while his other massive had moved to pick up a strand of her hair. "Aye, wonder if it's true Pit, ya think tieflings are wild n'tha sheets?" "Suppose we could find out, Grall. Hmm, pretty?" Yavari grit her teeth and moved her hand to get the scrawny guys paw off of her. "I think, not...I came with a companion, and we have business elsewhere." Technically not a lie, but she wasn't sure if Zaltana would like being pulled into whatever was happening right then...even if he was interested in bedding her himself.

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Zaltana didn't want to take long at the counter excited to get to the room. Fastening his coin purse he looked back at his table to go get Yavari when he saw the drunkards over by her. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He hissed under his breath as he watched for a moment. He could tell she was uncomfortable situation but he wasn't sure if he should jump in or let her handle it. He knew Yavari could handle herself from their fight last night against the undead but he had only seen her use fire. Although he could be manipulative and had a habit of sleeping with a woman and leaving he was never forceful and despised people who were. If she set them on fire and burnt them to a crisp it would be cathartic but the townsguard and innkeep probably wouldn't appreciate that. In the end Zaltana decided to walk over there. He didn't have many bigger spells that he could use compared to a wizard or really any other magic user but he did have one he could use if things got ugly. Arriving at the table he sat down across from the three of them and leaned over the table. "Alright guys, we have a few options here and I want to know which one you would prefer. The first option is you leave now, I'll even buy you another drink for not wasting my time, I think this is the one you would like the most. The second option, and this one isn't quite as good, I kick your asses and you wake up in an alley way and don't get the drink. Third option, she literally burns you to ash." He raised a finger with each option with his middle finger coming up last with a flame resting on the tip like a candle. "Your choice fellas." (edited)

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Her palms itched, the fire playing beneath the surface of her skin as the two seemed to be getting more chummy with her. The orc leaned in, sniffing at her hair and Yavari had to fight the urge to set his balls on fire. When she saw Zaltana turn and pause she wondered if he'd come to help or if he'd decide better of it and leave her to it. Though she didn't have to ponder long before he began to take strides in their direction. When he sat her eyes remained on him, though her hands had became unclenched, her nails having left imprints on the palms of her hands. "Whatsit?" "I dun do that great with choices." The two looked between themselves before looking down at Yavari, her palm had come up just enough underneath the table that when she caused a small flame to form they looked back at each other. There was a moment when she wondered if they would refuse the free drink, or be dumb and try and fight Zaltana. She'd seen him fight before, she knew that he could take the two, and it wasn't like she would make him do it alone. But making a scene in the inn they'd just got a room in? Not the best idea out there... "S'alright." "Ya, give us a drink, no cunt is worth losin a drink." The two agreed with each other it seemed and only when they rose from the bench did she even relax a little, her jaw remaining clenched until the exchange was made and they were on there way. Her hands were shaking but she tried to not show it, rising from the bench herself. "T-thank you." She wiped her palms on her leather pants, the itch of the fire would take some time to dissipate but that was fine... as long as her magic didn't go haywire.

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Zaltana just stared at them for a moment not sure if they were really this stupid or even more drunk than he thought, atleast they were seeming to come to the right decision. Then one of them had to say it, he hated the word cunt, absolutely hated it. The vein in his forehead twitched for a moment before he stood up. "Congratulations you found a fourth option." He said before laying his palm on each of their heads and casting his only non combat spell, sleep. He grabbed the drinks they had been brought and handed her one as the men collapsed into a deep sleep. The sleep normally wouldn't last long but since they were already drunk he expected it to last a while. That was going to be all of his big spells until he took a rest. "How about we get out of here, we can put off that dance if you'd like?" He asked knowing she probably wouldn't be in the mood after that exchange. "We have a room so we might as well use it, if nothing else just to get away from all this noise." He said motioning around. It really seemed like at this point he was fated to bed Yavari. "And we got these new drinks." @EnchantedNymph

She watched as the two fell to the ground, not really understanding what exactly had set Zaltana off to choose an option he hadn't even listed. Yavari couldn't fault him though, as they both fell and he turned to offer her one of the drinks she nodded, taking it willingly and nearly downing all of it in one go. It helped her with her nerves immensely and she smiled at him. He hadn't needed to do all that, but that fact he did scored him more points than any story of cunning. "I could use...some quiet." She downed the rest of the drink and set the empty tankard on the table. "Oh. Were we supposed to take the drink with us?" She chuckled and shook her head swaying slightly before taking a step, her hand moving to grip his arm to balance herself. She wasn't outright plastered but she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol now. "Lead the way, oh handsome rescuer." @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana watched her down the drink and finished his own. He had said he would pay for those two drinks so he did even if it wasn't for the original people it was intended for. Seeing her start to wobble though he decided some silent time would be best, a couple drinks to lighten the mood and make things more fun. That in mind he wasn't the type of man to take advantage of a very drunk woman like this. "You say that as if you couldn't have handled it." He said placing his hand on hers that gripped his arm. "Although I suppose I don't know if you could have. I've only seen you use fire and fire isn't known for being non lethal." He lead her through the hall to the room the innkeeper had rented him. Opening the door he saw a single bed with a nightstand and chest. It was a very minimal room but he didn't mind. Walking to the one window he closed the curtains and sat on the bed leaving room for her to join him before setting his pack down. The bed wasn't particularly comfortable but it would be fine for a rest or potentially carnal acts if she felt like it after sobering up. "That's much better, sometimes I just want to be away from the crowd." He told her opening up a bit. "I'm sorry give me a moment." He told her getting up and taking off his tunic. He had noticed at some point while they were dealing with the drinks he had gotten some sort of drink on his shirt.

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His body was toned and smooth almost statuesque not only because of the definition of his muscles but because his body looked like it might have actually been carved from stone. There was a smooth polishness to it that wasn't quite human. His amulet hung around his chest, the silver metal a drastic contrast to his dark complexion. Casting a prestidigitation spell once again making him smell like earth and cedars as well as cleaning the drink from his clothes he spoke. "My apologies, some drinks ended up on my shirt. I'm not a fan of drunk men acting out. He began to reach for his tunic to put his shirt back on but waited to see her reaction. (edited)

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"Mhm." She nodded her head and offered him a small smirk, "Though, I don't think the innkeeper would have liked that...very much." She snickered and followed him up to the room, only stumbling just a little as he placed his hand on top of hers. "Thank you, did I say that? I don't remember." She hummed as they made their way to the room. The room itself didn't look like much but she'd slept in worse. Zaltana sat down and Yavari took a place relatively close. They weren't quite touching but close enough she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. "I can understand wanting to be away from folks... especially in the bigger places where there are tons of people." She agreed, her eyes turning to look at him when he said to give him a moment. Her eyes followed him as he rose from where he had sat an continued to remain on him as he lifted his tunic from his body. Those toned muscles moving just right as they shone. God, was he coated in butter? Yavari found her mouth going dry the longer she ogled him yet she couldn't seem to tear her eyes from him as he sat back down. Was she drooling? Quite possibly. Did she care? Not really. Yavari cleared her throat. "N-no need to apologize." Her eyes slowly, reluctantly left his chest to meet his eyes. "I'm not a fan of drunk men...either, really. At least, that type of men when drunk." Her eyes fell back down to the amulet around his neck. "That's...pretty."

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Zaltana refrained from smiling as he put his tunic on after seeing her reaction. He knew he had his faults, his ego being one of them, and seeing a reaction like hers when he removed his shirt stroked it perfectly. He finished pulling his tunic on and his hand went to his amulet. "It was a gift, to be honest I'm not really a fan of jewelery, but this one isn't so bad." Letting go of the necklace he moved his hand from around his necklace and placed it on her hand. "So Yavari, what about you? You told me you were from a small town, mentioned some not so great type of people, but surely there must have been some good things about your life. I want to know about you." He could tell she was enticed and he assumed if he made a move now she would go along with it but he wanted her to sober up a bit. They would have time to have some fun but he wanted to learn more about her in the meantime. @EnchantedNymph

"There's not much about me that is interesting..." She glanced down at her hand where his sat on top of it, the heat of it was warmer than her own and it made her curious. "I was raised by a single mother, only child. Didn't really have friends growing up save for one and she died of the plague when I was but ten years old. Those memories with her were nice." Yavari glanced back up to look at his face. Was he really interested in this part of her life? She supposed he wouldn't have asked if he wasn't. "She's actually the reason I decided to leave home; to becoming an adventurer. We had always pretended to be slayers of dragons, royal knights on our way to save a princess...those sorts of things. Most kids wanted me to play the dragon, but never Kayna. She wanted me to be her companion, to fight and slay the pretend beasts our minds had come up with." Her attention had drifted to the curtain over the closed window, watching as the light peaked through a small crack, the dust particles swirling in the air. "My teenage years were very angsty, angry. My mother refused to tell me anything about my father, we fought about it constantly at home and the older I got, the longer my horns go...the more people looked at me differently. My mother continued to work, though as she aged it became less and less until these last few years where she had to train a new woman to help the town as a midwife. I refused... children are fine, but I'm not so great at caring for things. I'm more..." She drifted off, her eyes falling to her free hand as she raised her palm, the fire came almost instantly, instinctively. Yavari watched it move across her skin, the red hue dancing over the purple of her skin causing a myriad of emotions. Just as soon as the fire had started she closed her hand, the little flame going out instantly. "Well, that's about it, my sad little story. Sorry it isn't as entertaining."

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Zaltana listened carefuly as he looked into her eyes, he could tell she was being sincere and it made his heart warm that she was doing so. His eyes didn't leave hers until she summoned a flame into her hand and his attention shifted. His eyes watched the dancing of the flame as he imagined what she was describing. "You know, I can't fully understand what you went through, everyone's story is unique and that's part of what makes them so interesting." He thought back to his own childhood for a moment before continuing "I can relate a bit though. My town was also small and I know the sorts of people who can dwell in them. I had, and still have I suppose, the luxury of passing as human. There are some things that are different about me sure but all but the especially bigoted didn't seem to notice but the ones that did stung for a while." He squeezed her hand a bit tighter. "I don't know if it means anything or not but you being a teifling doesn't matter to me, you're still a person." It was true of course, her being a teifling didn't make him think any differently about her as a person. He would be lying if he said he didn't find her devilish features attractive but for him that wasn't any different than thinking someone was attractive due to their body shape or facial features. He was still feeling the drink but it was starting to fade a bit, still a fun buzz but he felt more in control and wondered if she did as well. Slowly he moved his hand from hers and placed it on her cheek tenderly turning her head slightly to look at him. He leaned over and slowly gave her the most delicate kiss he could muster, taking in the softness of her lips. @EnchantedNymph

It had meant a lot, hearing from him that it didn't matter that she was a tiefling. It shouldn't have, she should have been comfortable in her own skin without it but that was easier said than done. Yavari felt as his hand moved to her cheek, the delicate touch drawing her attention to his face as he directed her that way. They weren't so far apart and as he closed the distance between them she felt herself practically melt as soon as his lips pressed against her own. It was soft, barely a whisper of a kiss and Yavari found herself wanting more of it. The smell of pine and earth filled her senses and she knew it was from him. It pulled at her, had her leaning into it, had her lips parting slightly, invitingly. She was smaller than he was, her head tilted back for their lips to meet and Yavari moved her hand that had once held flame place itself on his thigh. Her eyes drifting shut as she hesitantly urged him on in hopes that he would deepen the kiss. @Triceratops&Bottoms

Zaltana felt her hand move to his thigh and took it as a sign to keep going. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Her lips were soft and he could taste the ale on them, the sweetness of the pineapple and coconut slightly coming through. Her hot breath had his head spinning and he gently guided her lips open with his own before sliding his tongue inside to find her own. He pulled away a moment later and looked at her giving her an appraising look. Quickly he pulled off his tunic before moving back towards her. He towered over her placing his hand on her hips and laying her back as gently as he could in his excited state. His eyes traced the line of her neck where they met her shoulder and he couldn't resist. Lowering his mouth down to it he started kissing at her neck and shoulder, the skin soft and tantalizing. Making his way up with a trail of kisses he stopped at her ears. Taking a moment to kiss her ears he gently nipped at the pointed tips before making his way back to her lips. "You're incredible." He told her before kissing her once more. @EnchantedNymph

She couldn't help the soft groan that left her as his tongue entered between her lips. Her tongue instantly finding and connecting with his. He tasted mainly of the ale they'd had last and she found she liked the fruity flavors even more so in that moment. It had been so long since she'd kissed someone, and no one this skilled. The kiss didn't last long however, before he was pulling away much to her disappointment. That disappointment was soon replaced by a blush on her cheeks as she realized what he was doing. Off the shirt went and her eyes took him in, ever ridge of his muscles were so defined that she couldn't help but suck in a breath and hold it. His shadow fell over Yavari's body, her pale eyes half hidden by her lashes, her heart thumping wildly inside her chest as his hand moved forward to press into her hip. As he guided her down onto the bed she couldn't help but worry, was she clean enough? What if he didn't like the way her natural body looked beneath the tight confines of her leather clothing. All of those worries soon faded into a mind blankness as she felt him lower himself and press his lips against her neck. She was so sensitive there, so starved for touch that goosebumps spread over her skin and she let out the breath she'd been holding, her chest jutting up as if to draw his attention there. Her nipples hardened and pressed against her tunic, the fabric of her shirt feeling quite rough against the sensitive buds. Her hands moved to explore Zaltana's chest, feeling just how smooth and warm he was beneath the tips of her fingers as he moved up to nip at her ear. Yavari shivered, a soft gasp leaving her as he gave her yet another compliment. He had her right where he wanted her and in Yavari's mind her clothes couldn't be removed soon enough. He claimed her lips once more and this time she went in with her own heat, her tongue tracing his thick bottom lip before her hands moved up to wrap around his neck.