Sexy d&d IC Thread

Rumors start forming in the streets of Ozledo. People talk about it in the taverns, it looks that elite mercenaries and adventures are being summoned to go to the old sage's tower, but most seem to know nothing about the reasons.

Still this rumors are more than enough to get the attention of some into further investigation

Lea had grown tired of the streets of Ozledo but the rumors swirling about the town seemed to breath new life into the place. There was an energy here now that had been lacking. She hadn't chosen Ozledo, it was just the place she happened to be when she escaped the clutches of the slavers who had orphaned her. She stuck to the dark corners of the Hogshead tavern, one of her favorite and most lucrative haunts. She wasn't after coins today though, she was much more interested in news and meeting the right group. With all the elite adventurers coming to town it just might be her opportunity to leave this place and begin to discover the wider world. But first she would have to find the right group. One that would be strong enough to succeed against the dark forces it would have to encounter, yet friendly enough to give a newcomer like her an opportunity to prove herself.

It wasn't that she was without skills, in fact she was one of the most skilled thieves in the guild. But between her ordeal with the slavers and the male dominated guild, she simply lacked the confidence to strike out on her own. Her small size making her an excellent thief but not one that would last long in a fight or protect herself even if she were discovered alone on the open road. That is the worry that kept her trapped here in Ozledo, having to give half her take to the guild.

As she skirted the periphery of the bar, her small size of just over 3 feet making it easy to overlook her presence. In her dark hooded cloak she could easily be dismissed as a child. The loose cloak hiding her small yet very feminine curves that highlighted her lithe and athletic form. She listened to the tales being told by the many new faces. Some she was sure were simply pretenders, more boast and bluster than strength and courage. A few however seemed to stand out and at some point she would need to work up the courage to reach out to one of these adventurers and convince them that she was worth bringing along.

A new arrival to Ozledo, a tiefling woman of young age and bright eyes strode through what could only be described as drab, dirty streets. She was brightly dressed, in tough leathers accented by cloth that resembled a red dress supported by a golden yellow corset. Belts accessorized the shoulder coat and the skirt, while keeping the corset wrapped tightly about her midsection, pushing up and supporting her breasts. Her spaded tail swished and wiggled about behind her, sticking out from the bottom of the skirt. Tails were always such a pain with actual pants. As she made her way through, her bestial ears flicked and picked up the traces of rumors going around the city. She's cheating on him, he's embezzling state funds... That kind of stuff. But then she heard something about adventurers and mercenaries meeting to investigate an old sage's tower. Her tail stiffened and pointing up, as did her ears.

Clutching her leather-belt wrapped tome to her chest, she gave it a loving squeeze. In a hushed whisper, she spoke to it. "You heard it too... Oh a sage's tower! Think of all that lovely knowledge inside. Surely some of it thought lost!" She chittered excitedly, almost squeaking in giddy glee as she passed by a couple of chatting street toughs who gave her the ol' evil eye... Which she didn't even notice. There was almost a skip to the young one's step as she made her way, stopping to ask a lawman for directions to the library so she could find out about this sage. After all, local history would be easily found locally, even if the average citizen didn't know heads from tails.

When she got there, she went right to work on finding out about this old sage. His name, his history, his deeds... Anything that might help her figure out what this old coot was on about, and what she might do to get her hands on his life's work.

Cortia had been inn Ozledo for her whole adult life at this point. Although she kept going out in the city to help people, making a small name for herself, she always returned to the temple of Pelor in the city, was her home after all. As she walked the streets in her priestly vestments, she started to hear rumors, the streets were full of them. Heroes and mercenaries being summoned to the Sage's Tower, what ever for?

With all the talk she decides to investigate it herself, returning to the temple to prepare. Reaching her room, she removed her vestments, carefully packing them away. She begins to prepare, prancing around her room in a few underclothes, the shirt she wore having a hard time containing her generous breasts. This was eventually remedied when she got into her combat gear, her scale armour hiding her assets a little better, but her female form was still clear.

Giving her equipment a final check, she begins to stride out, her armour, shield and holy symbol all bearing the golden sun of Pelor as she left the temple. She made her way to the Sage's Tower, asking one of the members of the temple directions before she left.

Jack had only recently arrived in Ozledo. Usually being one to travel the roads and seeing the sights. However rumors of this adventure that was building had caught his attention and had been what had drawn the charismatic mercenary to the City. Having rented a room at the Hogshead Tavern, it would be here that he was spreading his tales of glory, though mostly they were made up but he more often than not convinced people of them, in between drinks and the occasional joke.

As serious as he could be once he was on a job, Jack was happy enough to just joke and fool around outside of it. It was how he relaxed from a hard days work. That, and time spent in the brothel. But sadly, such visits costs gold. Gold that Jack needed to work to obtain. It was a vicious circle for him, but one that he was unwilling to break.

However Jack never worked alone, he simply enjoyed the company of others too much and it had been that enjoyment that had brought him to this busy tavern. He was looking for a group, surely the Sage was only looking for the best of the best to undergo this mission. And well, according to Jack, he was the best. So coming here was a no-brainer, it was a known meeting place for mercenaries and adventurers both.

Lea had noticed Jack almost right away, how could she not? He was big and beautiful and loud. She watched him from the shadows for a bit, more for her own amusement than seriously considering joining up with him. While she was still young, Lea was pretty good at telling a tall tale when she heard one and Jack's seemed some of the tallest. Still he was very easy on the eyes. Eventually she moved on a bit, listening to the grizzled voice of some obvious veterans, a group of three were at the next table and seemed to be ignoring Jack and his stories of adventures. This was a rough looking group and they had the scars to go with their tales of adventure. Eventually Lea decided this was the group she would try to join, they hadn't noticed her and even as she stepped out of the shadows they didn't seem to notice her small frame and smaller voice.

She decided perhaps a small demonstration would be best, so she nicked the largest one's coin purse without him noticing. She then tossed it onto the table before them, she needed a group more than she needed their gold. She smiled at them feeling rather proud of her clever attempt at an introduction, they however were not amused. "A thief!" The large man roared, the snarl on his face revealing yellowed teeth as another's hand grabbed the back of her neck from behind, lifting her easily off the floor. She flailed her small body but the grip on her neck was more likely to snap her neck than to let go. Lea protested "Hey I gave it back, I just wanted to join you."

While they were not pleased with her introduction, the idea of her joining them seemed to amuse them. As she struggled, Lea's cloak had begun to fall open, revealing her small but feminine body. This attracted the ugly man's attention and he pulled it further open to get a better look, his face took on a look that Lea had recognized and suddenly she was very afraid. She looked about the room in desperation and her eyes fell upon Jack and wishing his tales were even half true. "Help!" she pleaded breathlessly to him as the ugly man's hand began to grope at her close fitting leather breeches. The ugly man's foul breath assaulted Lea's face as he moved closer. "We don't need no thief, but you can save us the cost of a whore tonight." Lea was horrified and revulsion coursed through her small body as the man lifted her light shirt to reveal pert little breasts that looked larger on her small frame, jiggling provocatively with her struggles. She kicked at the man, landing what felt like a solid blow but he ignored it, focused on the tight little body that had fallen into their hands.

Jack was in the middle of a grand tale about that one time he and a few others, though mostly him, had tracked down a group of bandits who had kidnapped a mayors daughter. And how he single handedly had taken down the group of bandits and saved the mayors daughter. An act that had him showered with gold. Of course, that gold was long spend on things he could not entirey remember. Just another one of his tall tales. Though most of them had hints of truth to them, but who cared if they were true or ont, they served a single purpose, to entertain. And that's when he noticed the young girl, at least that's what she looked like from this distance and with the current amount of alcohol the broad shouldered man had consumed. And it was all part of his act, to not look experienced or hardened. It made his enemies underestimate him, and that usually ended badly for most.

"Oy, leave my companion be!" Jack called out from across the bar as he sent an empty bottle flying. His hand-eye coordination wasn't what it used to be, all things considered. However he still managed to hit the one lifting Lea in the back of his head, causing the large man to take a step forward as he dropped the young halfling. His words fell upon both the veteran mercs that was harassing Lea, but also the group that had gathered around Jack to listen to his tale. Most of them knew they were lies, but they were good stories none the less. And now, well, now the person who was entertaining them had stopped and this angered some of those gathered. Though they weren't angry at him for stopping, but at the mercs for making him stop. Of course, he didn't know Lea, not at all. She had caught his eye when he had glanced around, though the shadows of her hood had hidden most if not all of her features so it had been a cursory glance at best. However much to Jack's surprise, those around seemed to accept that she as his companion and quickly rose with him to assist while just as many, if not more, moved to get out of the way.

Hogshead Tavern wasn't known for it's violence. However it wasn't unheard of that adventures got to blows inside. It was, after all, a well known place for veteran and novice adventures to meet up and and hang out. So of course things would come to blows occasionally. As long as no one used spells or killed anyone, the owners didn't mind too much. Aside from having to pay for any damages. As such, when Jack and the group rose to defend the presumably young girl who, for whatever reason, had seemed to piss of the most bad ass looking group of warriors in the Tavern. However now, the warriors was outnumbered atleast four to one. And while they looked tough, Jack assumed, and quietly hoped, that they would back down. However Jack's plan hadn't been to fight them, simply turn their attention away from the girl so she could run before he would join her in the running himself.

Desira had reached the city of Ozledo riding her paladin mount, it had been her only company on her travel, not that she complains upon FeyMane, her bonded steed, but she was almost desperate for other people contact, plus while she has been able to survive in the forest thanks to being a jack of trades, she still was craving after a home meal and a warm bed. As so it was a pleasent view of the town she got by the streets, caring less about how people looked at her, but having no money at all, and not knowing anyone, she soon decided to take another approach.

Desira was is her way to a random tavern, or should it be Cyra, her other identity, a human rogue of renown among the guilds across the kingdom, when not only he found out about the hottest rumor in the city, but she was already getting offerings to join after some group of muscled thugs, or scarred thieves that of course she ignored. The idea of adventure sure attracted her but if she was gonna get some she would have to find some nice-looking trustworthy companions first, not low scum mercenaries that only care for money or that could kill an goblin just with their stinky breaths.

Finally Cyra spotted a place, Hogshead Tavern it's sign read, riding off FeyMane, she told him he could have a walk around the streets to know the place a little better, but keeping his eyes and ears open just in case he finds something or someone interesting, they will be in contact thanks to their telepathic bond.

The warhorse left, and Cyra was about to enter when some noises and shouts came from the inside. She was already there and eager to meet some more people, so she decided to come in, cracking her whip, deviating the looks towards her and making quite an entrance as she swayed her hips.

As Jack's bottle struck the back of the man holding Lea his grip loosened just enough for her to slip free. She fell only slightly though as the ugly man held her top exposing her full (for a halfling) breasts. Lea quickly raised her arms allowing her to slip out of both her top and the ugly man's grasp. She fell lightly to the floor and instantly dove under the table as the tavern was filled with the sound of a fight quickly developing. Lea ignored her half nakedness and scurried low across the floor towards Jack and away from the adventurers she had hoped to join.

Despite being outnumbered and Jack's hopes to the contrary, the adventurers were rather bad ass indeed. Using just fists and makeshift weapons they began to cut through the crowd of angry bystanders making their way towards the bottle throwing loud mouth. Lea was faster though and as she neared Jack she quickly stepped up onto a chair then a table until she was near his height. Still topless, she jumped the last distance to him and grabbed the front of his shirt, her face right to his. "Thank you!" she said and kissed him on the lips. Her kiss was quick but intense and over as soon as it had begun. "Come with me if you don't want your ass kicked." Her face in a wicked smile as she dropped to the floor and ran for the exit, her pert little hobbit tits bouncing.

She was about to make a clean getaway when she was stopped in her tracks by the snap of a whip. That sound had always made her shudder with fear from her days as a captive of the slavers. She saw the long coils of the whip and followed them to a very unslaver looking half elf. Lea stood dumbfounded for a moment, she was slightly out of breath probably more from the kiss than her scrambling, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at the whip wielding beauty. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

Desira had just came in, when she stumbled into a half naked halfling girl, sure she wasn't expecting anything like this, and couln't avoid looking at her full erected nipples going up and down as she was out of breath, almost hypnotized by them, as eager she was for others contact, she couldn't help but to touch her by the breasts, contouring her small body and drawing her closer to her hips. Feeling her hard nipples grazzing her thighs, she answered her in a aroused exited way, "Why shouldn't I".

Desira turned over to the filthy warriors letting her small protegee hide between her legs, and hoping her undercover identity would be enough to scare them off, manages to mock at the biggest without any gesture, "You orc-faced moron, dare to mess up with me?", the warrior staggers in a dizzy way with a killing heartache, but that doesn't stop the other two who don't know who she is... It seems simple warriors just don't have info on who she was to be impressed at all.
With nothing more than words and her whip in hand Desira readies herself for a fight she hopes can handle


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Meanwhile in the streets of Ozledo, her spirit warhorse, Feymane, wanders the city in direction to the sage's tower, where the people is being summoned, being mindful of anyone who might be interesting

Bottles were flying left and right, table legs and broken chairs were being used as makeshift weapons as the Hogshead Tavern erupted into a fully blown brawl. Echoes of wood smashing against flesh rung across the tavern as even those who had wanted to stay out of it, was being dragged in. And what had started as a friendly brawl between two groups, had quickly turned into a free-for-all as the effects of the alcohol consumed was taking over most people's senses. Once friends were fighting each other while enemies sided together. It was chaos, in it's purest form. Chaos Jack had managed to start, which suited his luck just fine. This was typically what happened whenever Jack begun spinning his grand tales.

The kiss had caught Jack by surprise. And as the young halfling disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, Jack was dumbfounded for a second as his inebriated mind was processing what had just happened. Something that costed Jack the pain of having a bottle smashed into the back of his head. Something that quickly broke him from his reverie just in time to knock the assailant out with a solid punch to the groin.

Dodging left, then right. Jack was gracefully avoiding most of the uncoordinated hits. He was an experienced duelist, able to stand his own against any single opponent. Though in this environment, well, there were enemies everywhere and very little room to move around in. Of course, such an environment was perfect for those with little experience themselves, as all they had to do was swing a table leg and someone would go down, it required very little finesse. Jack was right at home.

Reaching for a half-broken bottle, he looked out across the crowd of drunk adventures and mercenaries all wailing at each other like their life depended on it. Seeing the largest of the mercenaries from before looking his way, Jack steeled himself. He had planned to just distract and run, well, it would be more of a tactical retreat if you ask him. But he changed his mind, someone, anyone, had to teach this brute a lesson of humility and respect. And sure, Jack would be worse for wear once it was all over, but he had to do it. Plus, the ladies love tough guys, so he'd wear the bruises proudly and home it paid off later.

Moving through the crowd, Jack eventually reached the broad shouldered, bald mercenary. Who in the meantime had reached for a dagger... Talk about fair play. Though Jack did not allow that to get to his head, it would only distract him and most likely cause further injury. Testing the weight of his beer, old habit from his dueling days, Jack eventually charged forward. Ducking low, then rolling left he managed to dodge out of the way of first a powerful swing, then a reckless stab. The attacking leaving the larger mercenary wide open for Jack to rake the sharp edge of the broken bottle down the man's face, leaving a permanent reminder to not mess with Jack or his Crew, before Jack decided enough was enough. It was time to get out of here.

Running as fast as he could, almost running into the newly arrived whip wielding woman, Jack scurried past. That fight had long ago turned into more than what Jack could handle without killing anyone, something he wasn't ready to do. Taking the young halfling up on her offer, or had it been an order? He couldn't tell, regardless, he took her up on it and ran to where she was standing. Anywhere would be better than The Hogshead Tavern right about now.

Cortia approached the tower, humming as she did. Glancing around, she is taken back as she see's a Feymane heading in the same direction. She glances around for an owner, seeing no one obvious. Stepping closer she notices the purpose and intelligence the horse seems to have, quickly figuring it wasn't an ordinary animal.

"Well, guess we are going on an adventure then, aren't we?" Cortia smiled, not bothered by talking to a horse. She just falls into step with Feymane, walking up to the large tower.

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The remaining member of the group, grunted as his eyes followed the retreating Jack. He scoffed at the lady with a whip he seemed to run scared to, figuring he was just a coward. "Come back here!" He bellowed out, the large human starting to bull rush through the crowd of drunks, charging towards the group, fists clenched.

The horned woman took her time exploring the various information she could find on the old sage who had built the tower. Turned out there was quite a bit of good information. She even had seen a few pages from an old journal of his. While departed, the sage had excelled at conjuration and transmutation, making him a veritable master of reality. The sage's tower itself was entirely conjured and manipulated, a structure of magic so powerful that it stood to this day. He'd been none too fond of violence though, and had layered his tower with traps designed to strike fear into intruders, or to outright eject them, but the most devious would just keep people from advancing, no matter how hard they tried. The lack of lethality was reassuring, and made for some unusual puzzles.

Nothing had been mentioned about an event at the tower though. Perhaps it'd already been pierced by a quick-thinking adventurer. Or perhaps an inheritor who would know the ways of the tower. She couldn't look up any inheritance on the place, as that apparently wasn't public record.

So she made her way to the tower, where brutes, adventurers, and at least one horse all awaited. Some made a commotion, others were patient. She decided to simply blend in, keeping out of sight and out of mind. Many did not approve of her kind, after all. As so few truly understood the nature of her lovely leather-bound companion that she clutched to her chest so lovingly.

In a few seconds the tavern unleashed a brawl of heroic scale, everyone fighting without even needing an excuse, still the two warriors that had it against the gorgeous little woman, and now against Desira herself, were still looking for some dirty business. Fortunately a man appeared from between the crowd, seemed a friend of the halfling, and got rid of another of the warriors, rushing to herself and to the exit behind her.

Bottles flying, people tossing each other around, yet the man luckily reached them unharmed, he managed to say his name, Jack it was, but there was no time for further presentations, as a knife unerringly come to Jack's back, quick wits and a well placed insult were enough for Desira to make the treacherous attack, giving her enough time to make a trip attack with her whip so the three of them could escape to safety pulled by the handsome fighter


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The spirit steed answered whinnying, giving clear signs it understood spoken language, and walked by the priestess towards the tower. When they reached it they could see there was a rather big group gathered by the tower. Looking to the surroundings the horse noticed a horned woman, so draws the attention of the priestess and goes into her direction

Cortia raised a brow at the horse, following his gaze. She quickly noticed the horned woman, a Tiefling, standing out in the mostly human crowd. Cortia had read about Tieflings in her studies, their initial links to infernal beings to boot. However she was not about to let that colour her opinion of the girl, it was hardly fair on the girl.

Cortia instead just took in the facts, starting to follow the horse once more. A pretty woman, enough for the priestess to appritate, wearing fine and colourful clothing. The attire, plus the way she hugged the leather-bound tome told Cortia she was likely a practitioner of the Arcane arts. Out of the rabble of sellsords and thugs in the crowd, the Tiefling looked probebly the most capable alley.

With that thought in mind Cortia strode forward, arriving to the horned woman just after the spirit steed. She dipped her head in greeting, glowing golden hair waving gracefully with her head. "Greetings, I am Sister Cortia, I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Her tone polite and friendly to the Tiefling woman, a smile on her face.

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The last thug of the group, found his legs struck with Desira's whip, the lash stiking mid stride. He fell, going from a full powered charge against the trio, to a fall. His momentum carried him into the last couple of patrons between the two, sending them sprawling into a heap. He wasn't getting up any time soon, not with the angry attacks of the patrons around him, kicking him while he was down. This left all the members of the group Jack and Lea antagonised tied up or incapacitated now, a perfect time to leave.

Looking over at Desira and Lea once he had left the tavern, Jack smiled. "Names Jack, it's your pleasure." he said as he removed his leather jacket and offered it to the naked halfling standing behind the half-elf. "Here, you look cold dear." he said, clearly referring to her hardened nipples heaving up and down as she breathed. It was quite the sight, to be fair. One Jack wouldn't mind seeing more of in the future, perhaps even seeing more of the beauty that was a halfling. Though, that would have to be at a time where people weren't trying to killing him. "Now, as much as I would love to stay here with two beautiful young ladies, I think maybe we should go someplace whe-" Jack was interrupted as he sidestepped another bottle coming the groups way "safe."

The lady with the whip seemed more than capable of handling herself in Jack mind. He stored her looks, words, accent and form in his minds eye as he gave his two new companions a quick glance over. Even if they didn't want him, he was now tagging along. Surely, the Halfling had nimble fingers, to be able to steal from those mercenaries. And while Jack didn't know what the half-elf was good at, she surely spoke with authority and knew how to handle a whip. In his book, that was enough. Of course, in his book, the whip belonged in the bedroom, not on the battlefield, but he didn't judge her.

"I hear there might be riches at the Sage's Tower. What say you we go there, see if we can get some of those riches for ourselves?" Of course, it was only partly true, and his statement had been made from rumors, second hand stories and people who know someone who knew someone who fucked someone. All in all, not very reliable, but hell. Jack had just survived an ass kicking, so he felt alive and ready to become rich.

"I'm Lea, and thank you." The halfling said as she accepted the jacket, which was more of a full length coat for her, from Jack. She wasn't embarrassed about her nudity and enjoyed the man's lingering glances. She knew well enough though that walking around the streets half naked would draw unwanted attention to her and what was beginning to look like her new adventuring group. Perhaps there was more to Jack's tales than she had originally thought, he had certainly saved her from an unpleasant evening, or worse.

Thank you to you as well Miss....?? Lea said turning to the beautiful half elf who had so quickly put an end to the pursuit. Lea's only experience with whips was seeing them used on nearly helpless slaves, she had never seen such skill in combat. She was appreciative of the half elf's intervention but she could feel a pang of jealousy when she noticed Jack's eyes drawn to the beauty's sumptuous curves.

Lea closed the coat around her self as it was just a bit nippy. It would be too bulky for doing her thief work but it would do for getting them to the tower. "Yes, the tower has been the all everyone has been talking about for over a week. I suppose that is why you are here as well?" It seemed as if every adventurer and wanna be in the kingdom was gathering in the town. Lea smiled before saying her next words. "They are all trying to figure out a way in..." she looked around to make sure no one was listening in on them. "I found an entrance, but I can't survive the tower on my own. If you let me join you, I will show you the way. She wondered if even the three of them would be enough though.

Thinking about just trying to find a way in right then and there, she pondered how she could do it without being followed by the majority of the crowd. Sadly, the proper entrance seemed to be sealed off, and she'd hate for a bunch of looting ruffians to possibly take, or even ruin, some of the lovely lore left inside. As she pondered it though, the clacking of hooves drew her attention. Looking over towards the source, a blonde woman an a steed were walking towards her with clear intent. The color of her eyes began to bleed into the whites of her eyes, a gentle glow of red and gold. The sight of the magic around the two confirmed her fears. A magical horse and a divine aura...

A paladin. Scoundrels that just loved to spend all day scrutinizing tieflings.

Hugging Knowledge tighter, she found her face dipping lower, mouth hidden behind the large tome. She eyed the divine practitioner suspiciously. And when the woman spoke, acting friendly, the tiefling only felt more threatened. After all, now the human was playing the old "Good Pally, Bad Paladin," routine. Don't say nothing, don't do nothing. Paladins were bound by the law, so if she gave them nothing, they could do nothing and would get bored and leave... Hopefully.

"H-Hello." Her voice was almost a squeak, her curt greeting accompanied by the rough creaking of leather from her tightening grip on her tome.

Cortia noticed the Tieflings reaction and signed, keeping her scincear smile going. Suspicion ran both ways after all and she couldn't blame her for it. "Relax dear, I'm not here to hurt you." Cortia motioned to the holy symbol around her neck, the golden sun of Pelor. "My duties are merely to help people and bring light."

The Cleric certainly wasn't as strict as a Paladin, nor was she with a God who might take offense to a Tiefling and her magic, but it was hard to tell sometimes. Cortia motioned to the tower. "I was just wanting ask if you'd join me going into the tower? My intrests are mostly academic and you seem to have a similar intent."

She motioned back to the horse, her hair waving once again. "My only companion right now is this fella and he'd be limited in such a space... Plus he's not even my horse, so not even sure if can call him my companion."

Well, a paladin couldn't outright lie. Not one for one of those strictly good types like Pelor, Heironenous, or Moradin. And the mention of the horse not even being her companion had the tiefling rather off balance metally. So either the divine one was lying, and thus not a part of those pantheons, and thus not interested in harassing a tiefling, or was telling the truth, and wasn't interested in harassing a tiefling. Odds were rather in her favor. Given the divine magical aura, the lying seemed to be unlikely as well.

Instead, the question the divine caster posed was about going into the tower. Academic interests, she claimed. She zoned out a small moment as she heard Knowledge's voice in her head. "Are you sure...?" She whispered, more to the book than to anything else, voice almost lost in the general noise. "...I do suppose a companion would be best. Two bodies and minds can achieve what one cannot." She spoke a little louder, accepting the invitation.

Cortia watched the girl consider, keeping up the smile. She had no problem with this, she was typically a happy and friendly person regardless and genuinely was interested in the Teifling. She almost thought the girl whispered something, but coudnt catch it, shrugging it off.

As the girl accepted, Cortia's smile widened and she gave a nod. "Right then, suppose we best look for a way inside. Do you have a name, I'd feel a nickname would be rude without knowing you first?" Cortia asked, glancing at the tower again, wondering how they'd get into the sealed place.

"O-Oh... Right..." She blushed a little as she was asked for her name. "I'm Curiosity." She introduced herself, using her self-given name. Tiefling names were a many-faceted thing. Some took demonic names, some took regional names embracing their human side. Others took the names of things they felt were virtues, as a way of reminding themselves to be better people and overcome the prejudices. Curiosity was one of those.

She opened her book and set it down in front of her, getting on her knees. The clothing she wore meant that she had her rather noticable cleavage on display while she spoke arcane words, almost like a prayer. Her shadow extended, then collapsed in on her, looking like it was travelling up her body in thin, rope-like tendrils. They traveled and slithered along her body, almost entirely engulfing her for a few minutes while she incanted. But when she opened her eyes again, flashing red and gold, the shadows retreated from her, forming in front of her into a magic circle. Inky black rose from the middle like a lump, slowly morphing and forming, color slowly showing. When it had fully formed, a fuzzy little ferret with white fur and chocolate markings appeared, sniffing around and bouncing up to lay in the girl's lap.

"Hello there." She smiled and pet the slinky creature. "I need you to help find us a way into the tower, okay? Please?" She asked, cooing gently. It made a tiny squeak as it hopped off, dashing through the crowd, weaving between legs deftly as it disappeared into the throng. It'd be investigating the tower, looking for any small way for itself to sneak in.

"A pleasure to meet you Curiosity." Cortia responded, dipping her head. She wasn't a stranger to odd names and did not judge, it was much easier to pronounce than some names she's had the pleasure of dealing with. "I'd introduce my horse friend here, but he's tight lipped about such things." She jested, grinning as she glanced at the spirit animal.

Her attention turned back to Curiosity as the girl began her spell. Cortia couldn't help but stare at the cleavage, a small blush forming. She pulled her eyes away, a moment too long of staring, giving a nervous cough. She wasn't against appreciating women, but she didn't want to be rude about it.

As the ferret was summoned, Cortia turned back to look, smile breaking out again. "Awww, he's a cutie." But she restrians from trying to pet the creature, not wanting to disturb it or Curiosity. She watched the Ferret till it had become lost in the crowd before looking back to Curiosity. "A Familiar I assume?"

Coming out of her ritual trance, she stood up and dusted off her knees. Cortia asked her if it was a familiar to which she nodded. "Yes ma'am... Chase has always been a good scout. Hopefully there's nothing too shiny though..." She pondered how long the ferret would take, and what he'd come back with. Because shiny things always distracted the little fluffball. She hadn't been aware of the cleric's gaze as she closed up her book and let it rest back against her chest in her loving arms. She was concerned about her familiar of course, even if he was technically an ephemeral construct of pure magic, able to be reconstructed at will should the worst befall him.

She turned to look at the horse, tilting her head. "So..." She was about to live up to her name. "If that's not your horse... Who's is it?"

Lea led the way, skirting the small crowd gathered around the tower itself. Her path took them into a part of the village comprising of simple huts and cottages. Nothing grand and some of it rather run down. "I found this place by accident really, I just needed a quick hiding spot." She began to explain as they walked, few people were in their path now and it was easier to walk as a group. Those few about seemed keen on minding their own business, not wanting to get involved in anything risky or dangerous.

Finally she took another look to see no one was watching and went to the door of a particularly run down looking hut. In its best days it was little more than a shack, and these were not its best days. She quickly opened the door with something that didn't quite look like the proper key and motioned for them to follow.

"I ended up stuck here for a little while, so I looked around a bit and found this..." She went near the fireplace, her fingers deftly searching the stones to open a hidden compartment. "It's a diary, seems long ago a woman lived here that was a lover to the Sage. At least that is what she wrote in her diary." She set an ancient looking book down on the table and opened it to reveal beautiful, feminine handwriting. "Long story short, she was no sorceress so the Sage had an old fashioned, non-magical entrance made so he could get his rocks off from time to time." Lea's smile revealed a certain admiration for the ancient lovers.

About then Lea heard a small scratching as a ferret found his way into their little hiding spot. Its white fur showing clearly in the dimly lit shanty. He was so cute that Lea couldn't help but be attracted to it, though she hoped it didn't bite. "Hi there little fella!" She knelt down to get close, holding her open hand out to the furry little creature. She had no idea of familiars and such magical creatures, but she did love cute little animals.