The Alliance Saves Their Own {darkest_fate&Vinaein}

[darkest_fate]

The Three Legged Halfing had likely become the usual meeting spot because adventurers and the like enjoyed a good joke, particularly a bawdy one. It did seem as if adventurers on the whole were a horny lot, probably in no small part because the constant brushes with death and rushes of adrenaline had a tendency to do funny things to one's thoughts and inclinations. Running jokes indicated that most adventurers were quite out there with their preferences, free to go with whomever looked the most attractive, and considering that most adventurers happened to look attractive both as a matter of course and a necessity of the profession (being hot contributed to several types of magic, as well as making it vastly easier to get jobs), well, they had a tendency to engage in all kinds of fun. More and more the tavern and bar in Balder's Gate was known as much for being a hook up spot among its clientele as a regular meeting spot.

Perhaps that's why Tawny Amblecrown entered less amiably than normal. Her well muscled body moved with barely contained promise. Each motion drew attention to the rippling physique just underneath an unbroken expanse of tanned skin. Little flashes of the slightly scarred flesh beneath showed as she moved, her loose cotton attire hanging just enough to offer tantalizing glimpses at what lay beneath, whether it be tightly wrapped breasts or skintight cotton shorts covering one of the hardest asses in this portion of the Sword Coast. The half-tabaxi's long tail and feline ears gave her race away, but a true observer would likely pay more attention to the way she moved, the feline grace speaking volumes about not just Tawny's heritage, but the sheer amount of training that went into making her what she was.

The monk sighed as she cast her gaze about, already knowing that they'd agreed to meet here. Not just her crew, the Charitable Renegades, an all female band of adventurers, but also the Adjective Wolves (last Tawny checked it was... Death? Luna?). They'd been doing jobs together off and on since that big gnoll hunt with some members of their bands being decidedly closer than others. Tawny mostly kept her distance, as things had gotten decidedly... awkward, and she had a feeling one or two of them was a bit more interested in her than she was in them (she still found herself preferring females on the whole, though the Heat didn't care). But some, well...

She smiled gently and rolled her eyes spotting exactly the grouping she'd figured would be here first. She strolled up, moving around the various crowd, pausing only to give a female half-elf bard a slight glance of longing, nearly missing a step. The overt display of actual affection in front of her drew her attention back.

Surely Lucian Morvadius had to know that half the bar looked at him like they were considering murder? The handsome paladin did have a good look to him; Tawny might have considered herself had it not been for some obvious blunders. But it was the stunning high elf that sat just close enough to him to make their relationship known that had really done things over. Niallel Dawnchilde was a delicate looking creature. The elf cleric of Hanali Celanil looked like something out of a story. A simply gorgeous dress of starlight blue hung loose over her petite frame. The willowy elf looked more like an elfish princess than the actual elfish princess in their party (though Rallathia went a decidedly different route). Her gorgeous spun gold hair had been intricately styled, braided, and woven, forming a braid that circled her hair. Tawny vaguely remembered that Nia utilized her hair as a signaling device, and that there was something about how only taken elves would wear their hair braided and up, something about how only their partners were allowed to see it hanging down and loose.

Gorgeous violet eyes nearly shimmered with something akin to genuine affection, often directed at the paladin beside her. Tawny knew the relationship had been rough and slow going; Luc getting used to Nia's submissive tendencies in bed but gentle guidance out, and she coming to terms with his more wild sides. Of course Luc like all the Wolves had been accepting of the fact that biologically Nia hadn't been born the female she was in every way that mattered now. There was little denying the elf was a woman in all the ways that mattered, even if her breasts were relatively small (she wasn't quite flat but came close) and instead of female genitalia she possessed a male's. Interestingly, Nia had grown more comfortable in her body now that a male loved her as a female, and she hadn't pressured Luc to work out his own curses.

That mixed with the obvious happiness the two projected definitely made the rest of the Renegades on board. They also knew full well that the two had amazing sexual chemistry, and that Nia, at the least, was semi-open... but only if Luc lent her out (their relationship was... interesting, to say the least).

Tawny had seriously considered it, and she knew that Luc, at least, knew that a good way to get the half-tabaxi into bed would be to offer the delicate elf as a third partner. That Nia happened to have a fairly well known crush on Tawny helped.

Slightly more surprising was the visible third to what otherwise might look like a date. Aelius was a handsome tiefling that bordered more on pretty by Tawny's estimation, and a cleric that acted more like a bard (though given that free-loving Nia was right near him wasn't saying much). Tawny and Aelius had been amiable, but there wasn't much more. She knew that usually he was seen around Varrik and, more recently, the Renegade Rogue Felicity... who was apparently going to be publishing her first semi-erotic novel soon.

"Aelius, Luc," said Tawny, nodding to each in turn, "been a bit," only a few weeks, by her estimation. She slid into the seat a little from the couple, not quite across from the visible tiefling. "We're getting ready for the job on our end, but we figured it'd be best if we kinda clued you in about the two Renegades that you all---" she paused, ear twitching. Tawny swore she'd... heard something? She glanced to Nia, who seemed to flush for a moment, before looking back. "Plus I had some time before we left, and I figured we'd hang out," she was gesturing to get a drink and maybe some food, when she paused, swearing she heard something else.

Tawny looked around, brow furrowed. "Wait.... wasn't Felicity with---" her eyes widened as she looked to Nia.

Nia bit her lip. She definitely didn't want to be the one to give it away, and, well, she'd kind of missed the point when Felicity had actually started what she was now doing, since she'd been too busy looking at Luc and thinking decidedly impure thoughts (they'd been away for a week). Mix that with her usual awkwardness in hiding her erection (she was more comfortable with her body, but still found visible signs of arousal a little embarrassing), and she'd pretty well tried to just ignore it. "I---I don't know what you mean," she lied, badly, eyes looking to her... whatever label Luc used for himself, as if hoping the paladin's charisma could help. Or, hell, Aelius could probably talk: getting oral didn't mean that you were mute.

Because, tucked beneath the table was far and away the most sexual of the Charitable Renegades. The tiefling formerly known ironically as Chastity, now going by Felicity, had barely clapped eyes on the two Wolves before sneaking her way under the table. You'd think a quasi-demonic looking female with a plump ass and impressive breasts would draw attention, and she did. People loved to stare at the breasts that threatened to burst from a constraining top, particularly with the freckles that dotted the tops like so many stars. Or maybe they'd look at the plumply rounded bottom, decidedly too round for a proper thief, but just as decidedly begging for hands to sink in. That wasn't even considering the rounded face, showing just a hint of the plumpness that came from her awful diet, but undoubtedly dancing along the line between cute and sexy. More freckles dotted the cheeks, adding to the youthful expression of the eighteen year old rogue. Her midnight blue hair had just started to curl around the nape of her neck, left a little long, with a set of horns that she affectionately referred to as "blowjob handles" curling around either side. Midnight blue eyes looked out at the world like it was all a game, and it often was, with her skills.

Some of which she put to use now. Those blue lips had locked tight about one of her favorite toys, somehow managing to almost silently suck even as she glided her way down the shaft. Hands put the gloves of thievery to uses they most certainly weren't intended for, as she tended to the rest of the area, teasing below and above while she worked. A skilled tongue had already started to slide around, though it was clear from the start that Felicity was aiming more for a long, languid tongue bathing and oral session instead of something quick and easy. The only concession she'd made was her remarkable stealth, which might have fooled anyone short of a cat-eared half-tabaxi.

Didn't stop Felicity. She did pull off to lick around the heat, teasing the slit with her tongue for a moment, almost threatening to stop, before she just sank right back down, lips forming a tight seal.

 

[Vinaein]

The three Legged Halfling was the place where it had all began...Lucian still had fond memories of the place. Certainly nothing much to look at, not at first glance. Not with its run down sign, not with the bawdy songs that emanated from within the walls. The lanterns within cast flickering lights from the window....and there was the reputation, of course. Reputations that the Luna Wolves were very familiar with....

They had not exactly come together, not like they would have in the old days. They were still a team, but took different paths to arrive. And standing with Lucian Morvadius, leader of the Luna Wolves and a selected Paladin of the Death God Kelemvor was his beloved Niallel Dawnchilde. If you had told Luc before the old alliance of necessity had begun that he would be so attached to the lovely, demure, petite elf, he would not have believed you...but now? Luc stared at her with purple eyes and barely disguised affection, oblivious to any of the dark stares of the patrons about. No, he could have watched Niallel, "Nia" all night. Sometimes, he did just that, without a care for sleep or anything else...

Tawny Amblecrown was not exactly someone whose arrival might go unnoticed. Lucian glanced away from Nia wth a measure of effort, staring right up to see the half-Tabaxi warrior, hr bronzed skin, her scarred body, her arms and legs corded with muscle, the ears upon her head...moving silently, stealthily with her footfalls causing no sound. The Charitable Renegades and the Luna Wolves had maintained good ties here...after all, the ties between him and Nia had helped a lot...

Well. Not JUST them. But it helped. Luc perked up at the sight and scent of Tawny...things had been awkward between them, but Luc had more than come to grips with things and his care for Nia burnt away all else...not that he and Nia didn't have certain 'understandings' between them, of course that they both relished and enjoyed. Aelius Tyranos had been the first arrival otherwise, striding in without a care in the world. The Tiefling was well built, lean and handsome, with perfectly polished horns and a long red spade tail. He wore elegant finery, his holy symbol of Lathander about his neck and his face locked into a perpetual smile...

Lucian was more muscular, clean shaven and handsome with gemlike purple eyes, black hair with a coppery red forelock in front, wearing the symbol of his patron deity, lord of death....Seeing Tawny brought a happy look to his eyes. After all, if nothing else, the wwarrior as a friend, his hand looping into that of the gorgeous high elf at his side, his simple tunic worn without his customary black or silver mail...Aelius, of course, had instantly done what he did best: making friends.

In fact, the tiefling had fellows lining up to buy him drinks, gesturing gracefully with his hands as his grin revealed his sharp canines, the Tiefling in the middle of a pleasant story...something about dealing with devils fro the nine hells and how he hd managed to 'bargain' with a rather reasonable Erinyes...

letting Aelius talk was sometimes the best option, Luc thought. Luc squeezed Nia's hand, hiding his laughter while Aelius bid everyone farewell to return to his seat...he could see Tawny studying him and Nia. In fact, he had made a few considerations about this whole affair. He knew that Nia had quite a crush and was more than prepared to help fulfill one of Nia's little desires. No more awkwardness or idiocy, though. He looked at Tawny with the respect of a fellow leader. More than that, as a battle-forged comrade and friend.

"Tawny!" Luc said, inviting her to a seat, Aelius returning to his spot with a drink of fiery red liquid.

"Taaaaawny!" Aelius laughed happily, looking at her with a positively impish grin. "My, oh my, you're looking like you could snap the spine of a sahaugin!" His tail flicked delicately behind him. "We have simply been enjoying the company of so many lovely fellows. Lysander and Cailan are on their way...Varrik is, um...well, he went to pursue a tip or two."

....he felt something below the table, his eyes glinting. Oh, he knew and he definitely didn't intend to give the game away. "Yes," he said as deft and nimble hands worked him. "I would love to...hang out." He said, Luc giving him a bit of an odd look. "I'm sure Felicity is off doing what she does best!" He slipped his tail down to run the end of it along Felicity's hair, remembering just the look of her...like a starry night, Aelius thought as his eyes gleamed with lustful sunlight. He gave Nia a bit of a wink, though Luc shrugged.

"Felicity is probably...exploring, taking what she can..." Lucian chuckled at the mention of the Tiefling, his voice carrying a fond edge. "We know what she's like.

"Oh, I know what she's like," Aelius positively cooed as he felt a pair of plump blue lips slide around his crimson cock. "That Felicity. Always where you least expect her and where she absolutely should an shouldn't be!" He said," running his tail along the back of her neck. " But really, now, Tawny, how about you? You're looking like my mace would shatter if it was swung at you!....not that I wish to put that to the test! I'd pobably make a poor sparring partner, in fact!" He laughed, ending in a deep sigh for the pleasure of the mouth below....

"Luc, Aels, Tawny, Nia," The next arrival was the half-orc, Adrian Brightpath. The handsome, green-skinned man with the filed down tusks was walking in, bearing with him the remaining members of the Luna Wolves. Thankfully, they had overcome past awkwardness and even stride in the previous job, with Adrian still contrite to certain details...but he was glad to see his best friend with Nia there. Luc stood and the two knocked their forearms together, Adrian flashing a sharp grin.

"Tawny. Nia," The half-orc said with a firm nod to the both of them. He had to admit...Tawny looked good. The power in those muscles, the grace in her very sinews...he looked her in the eye and nodded firmly. "Good to see ya," he said as Luc also noted the other arrival.

"Cale!" He hugged the other man tightly, the black and red haired man bearing a resemblance to Luc, with similar dress...the man was evidently a Paladin as well, those his holy symbol bore a woman with flame -red hair, and his appearance was well-kept and even slightly delicate seeming, the man well groomed to highlight his attractiveness.

And with him was a taller fellow, almost the size of Adrian in height, though slender and with blue skin himself. His silvery hair was complemented by a pair of straight horns, his eyes golden and reptilian. Lysander WInterbrook chuckled, announcing in a deep voice "And the Charitable Renegades. Indeed."

By him was a shyer looking young man, with pale white hair and gray eyes, raising a hand in quiet greeting. "Ah, lad," Lysander said, bringing his tail out to gently slide him closer.

"This is Erik...our newest recruit," Lucian announced to the renegades....privately worrying what an innocent might mean to Felicity about...but the youngest of the group raised a halting hand before the intimidating Tawny. "You remember my brother Cailan...and Lysander..."

Cailan gave Nia a delighted look. "And Nia...it's a pleasure, again..." he gave her a deep and polite bow, while Aelius gave a half-hearted greeting...grinning to himself as Felicity continued to blow him under the table.

A good job for friends, and a good friend giving him a job...life was good, he decided....

Oh, he had MISSED his Bluecherry.

 

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It took all Nia had not to squirm her way onto her lover's lap as she felt that strong hand gently slide around her waist. The pretty elf's heart skipped a beat, her flush taking on a decidedly more girlish expression, lips twisting between teeth for just a moment. Her heart swelled as she watched how at ease, how much more in control Luc was now. She might not have been the horniest among the Renegades, not with Felicity or even Bae on the team, but she still had some physical affection. Worse, it was highly tied to her emotional state: she wanted nothing so much as to have Luc throw her over the table and take her, or toss her over his shoulder and confidently stride up to a shared room.

Of course, she maintained decorum, fighting a slight giggle as Aelius behaved as if he weren't having one of his favorite people in the world doing one of his favorite things. Nia didn't know whether she should be reprimanding her close friend, telling Aelius to try and control Felicity (which might work), or even if Tawny fully knew what was happening. Something in the twitch of the ears and the flick of the tail did give it away. At least they knew Tawny wouldn't be too terribly near her heat: she'd hit it just last week, spending several days indulging in her bodily interests, so she was a little less wound up than her partners (though technically Felicity was likely around the same time, though they hadn't slept together.)

"What she does best is stealing or seducing," drawled Tawny, her voice a little purring. She rolled her eyes, looking around as if half expecting to see the tiefling in question. Maybe she was somewhere else?

"She's quite good at writing too," offered Nia. When Tawny looked at her with an arched brow, Nia flushed again. "I mean, yes, her work is... quite erotic but it also plays with some tropes and there's an actual excitement to it. Plus, the, ah, scenes are--- are quite descriptive," she swallowed, again shifting, realizing that perhaps she shouldn't be discussing erotic literature while her friend gave a blowjob under the table and her handsome lover sat next to her with his hand touching her. At least she'd worn a relatively loose skirt, anticipating precisely this.

For her part, Felicity was thoroughly enjoying herself. It took all she had not to giggle, and a little bit of the noise still leaked out of her mouth. Fortunately, most of said mouth was plugged by a shaft of red, stretched wide. Her tongue lay flat along the shaft, sliding out, the near purple muscle gliding along with obviously practiced skill. Fingers drifted to dance along the balls, giving light little taps of encouragement, even as she relaxed her throat. She reached along with another hand, sliding along the tail, offering encouragement for it to circle her mouth: she'd need to be nice and quiet, after all. Not that choking on dick wasn't already helping, though she was trying to keep the wet noises to a minimum.

Part of her was tempted to see what would happen if she got loud. Nia would doubtless lose it: Felicity could already see the petite elf was struggling, constantly swarming with a hint of her erection poking through, and as soon as Luc found out, he'd likely be there too. The tiefling was tempted to tease one or the other, but they may give her game away. She wasn't being purposefully stealthy for nothing. Though the thought that really someone just had to look under the table and maybe notice that the shimmering blue-shadows were actually moving, and that there was a pair of breasts. Well, the excitement added to it.

She slid several more inches down as she heard those teasing comments, and nearly giggled at the teasing of Tawny.

"Hey Adrian," offered the monk as the burly half-orc approached. She stiffened for a moment, as if half wondering whether she'd be getting the earlier, dickish version of him or the one that had helped her up after her gnoll encounter... and endured the second round. Tawny didn't coddle her partners or lovers; if she was interested in anyone for a relationship, it would more likely be one of her fellow Renegades, and most of the Wolves knew it.

"Hello Adrian, and, oh, Cale!" Nia smiled up at the handsome young man with the striking resemblance to her lover. She bobbed her head, rising for a moment to extend a hand in greeting. They'd at least met before, which gave her a slight advantage over the other Renegades (the first meeting had actually involved a slightly disheveled Nia coming down for breakfast wearing a delicate night gown, her hair loose in the style of a bedded elf, only to find that her lover had someone equally handsome present; at least they'd recovered).

"Less than half of the Renegades, actually," offered Tawny, nodding to the other newcomer, not recognizing either. Her hackles weren't exactly raised, but there was something in the purposefully languid way she sat that spoke of the promised violence her coiled form contained. This contrast almost alarmingly sharply with how very open the petite cleric not too far from her was, as Nia was already beaming and greeting Cale, Erik, and Adrian as if they'd entered her home instead of an inn with a lewd name.

... and Tawny swore she heard another slurping noise.

 

[Vinaein]

Lucian could tell Ni's little mood there and his grin was positively devilish for a moment as his fingers toyed with her skin...oh, how he knew her moods and how she could twist and squirm at just a touch...he winked delicately as he added happily that "I can see in any room, Nia is always the prettiest..." he said...at the dance, Nia had indeed bee the prettiest girl imaginable there and how much he had loved it...

But dammit, he wanted her right now. Of course....decorum. Maybe he'd offer her to Tawny. She'd love that. Both 'she' would in fact. Aelius met Nia's eyes, reading the intellect there and that she knew exactly what Felicity was doing. His response was a playful little wink and a 'shhhh' with his lips, his grin remaining fixed...yes, Felicity never changed and Aelius was here for it.

"Mmmhmm. She steals and seduces with the best of them!" Aelius chirped, feeling the suction of that thieving mouth around his red shaft. Lucian chuckled at Nia's mention of the writing.

"Didn't you say she was working on a novel?" Luc asked his lover with a lifted eyebrow, running his hand along Nia's arm, his fingers toying with the light skin. "...I haven't read it yet, but you mentioned she was...talented there?" He grinned at Aelius. "didn't you suggest she start writing?"

"she's a...Talented Tiefling!" Aelius laughed, sighing again in pleasure as he tried to remain clandestine about just what was happening down below..." He could hear her giggle and oh, dammit, he was going to punish her later for this. Maybe spank her ass purple with his tail while he was hammering away inside her. It would serve her right..."

Lucian was rubbing Nia's back delicately, practically feeling her grow aroused and smirking before he rubbed delicately at her side, hiding his own arousal as he could catch a familiar scent...well. Best luck, Felicity, he thought before the others arrived.

Adrian gave Tawny a firm nod, having been far more relaxed and good natured now. He looked at Tawny, respectful and calm. "It's good to see you," he said. Of all of them, Tawny was one of the few who could hold pace with him in a physical fight and everyone knew it. The muscled, handsome Half-Orc gave a grin at her...not expecting anything, but glad to see her. "Lookin' strong as ever."

Cailan took Nia's hand. "Nia, you look ravishing," he said, shaking her hand...of course he approved of his brother's sweet high-elf lover. Cailan did not have a lycanthropy infection and he was equally as kind as his brother, even more handsome and with his goddess's approach to life; finding love and beauty in all he could. He had been delighted at his brother and Nia's relationship. "It's excellent to see you."

"Tawny, this is my brother," Luc said, gesturing to Cailan. "Cailan Morvadius. Call him Cale, most do...that's Lysander Winterbrook. His mother was a dragon."

"Charmed," Lysander said in a rich voice. The draconic elf was smiling to reveal the tips of harp teeth. The politeness he displayed was offset by a sharp observational demeanor, his slitted eyes flicking this way and that. The youngest of the Lunar Wolves looked up, swallowing.

"My name is Erik Reiltar," He said firmly, two curved blades on his belt. Lysander delicately pat his head.

"He's a serious one. We're working on getting him off that just a touch," Lysader offered. "Charitable Renegades indeed. We've heard so much about you." He was fully aware of Felicity and finding it positively hysterical, though for Lysander, small chuckles were as good as loud, hysterical laughter.

"And the famed Nia. Charmed," Lysander bowed politely. "Lucian made mention he was beginning to date the fairest lass at any dance. I am honored to make your acquaintance."

"Well," Cailan said, ignoring Lysander's flowering manner. "I hear several of the Renegades are yet to arrive....wait, wasn't there a Tiefling somewhere around here?"

"Oh, she'll be around when she's gotten the taste of things!" Aelius said quickly, eyes half closed by now. "She always does..."

 

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It truly felt grossly unfair to only be receiving these gentle touches while beneath the table, Felicity was likely throat deep on her favorite dick in the world. Nia was tempted to kick her friend... if only to offer a trade. Of course, the lewd thoughts just made her flush and insist to herself that at least one other Renegade should attempt to be the adult here. Given how Luc kept looking at her, Nia was going to be getting what she wanted before the night was over anyway. Gods, she almost moaned at the thought of it, but instead offered up her most charming smile as she finished introductions.

She took Cale's hand, giving him a slight curtsy as if she were back at the elfish courts instead of at an adventurer's bar. "It's always a delight," she said, nodding, "and it's a pleasure to meet yet more of the Wolves. I've heard great tales of your exploits, and having seen many of your fellows, I expect you're quite skilled in many ways," she gave a firm nod, still giving them all a friendly, but still somewhat guarded smile. She could feel Luc's hand on her back, and she wasn't sure if she should be leaning in to confirm his near possession of her (as she did love submitting to him), or if he was indicating that she should flirt with them (to either demonstrate his largess in sharing or simply to prove that she really was pretty and friendly). Or maybe she should just figure that he was supporting her as a good set of partners did... if they were that.

I'm going to have to have the relationship talk with him... after we've made love, of course. She smoothed down her robes, nodding to Erik.

"Likewise," Tawny purred as Lysander greeted. She nodded her head to him, already having flicked her tail and acknowledged Adrian's greeting. The monk couldn't quite say what had her dander up, but she was often guarded around people. Though no one but Nia likely would notice, as Tawny had relaxed into her chair, sprawling over it in a way that emphasized her feline traits. It also meant her loose garb had parted, giving the newcomers a good look at that tanned skin.

"Ah, well, if I'm the fairest, it's only because I reflect the love others have shown me," Nia insisted with a warm smile. "And, ah, yes, Felicity is, ah, well, she's a rogue she---she often does," Nia bit her lip, realizing what she was about to say but unable to quite stop herself, "under the table business."

Indeed, Felicity was performing quite admirably under the table. She nearly snorted around the cock, which wasn't the best at the best of times, let alone when she was giving a stealth blowjob. She had to hold Aelius for a moment while she swallowed her mouth, her hand cupping around her mouth and by extension his cock while she smothered the noise. A few swallows later, and she was back to sliding up and down him. She'd started actively sucking now, cheeks caving slightly, hand rolling, picking up the pace. It sounded like her favorite fuck-buddy had realized precisely what she intended, and she could already feel him pulsing.

Fighting a giggle, she pulled her lips off, instead puffing her cheeks as she blew lightly at the shimmering red tip. Her tongue flicked while her hand rolled downward, giving him a teasing roll of her digits. He'd feel the smooth leather of her enchanted gloves as she palmed him, spiraling up his cock with obvious skill and dexterity.

"Let's just fill you guys in," said Tawny, waving a hand. "Felicity's quick, she can catch up. Plus, we wanted to warn you two about the other Renegades you'll be working with."

"Well, ah, Safiya's wonderful," Nia pointed out, considering, "but, ah, well..." she bit her lip. "The, um, rumors are true.... we really do have Princess Rallathia Silverwood, heir to the Wooded throne, paladin and cleric of Rillifane Rallathil, and, uh..."

"A lot," finished Tawny, "Rally's a fucking lot to deal with."

 

[Vinaein]

Luc knew full well the effect he was having on Nia. He was enjoying it. A lot. In fact, teasing her was a lot of fun. He knew exactly what Nia liked. When he saw her eyes on him, he winked, grinning and mouthing "laaaater" to her, with another wink, knowing exactly what she expected and what he was happy to deliver. His beautiful, beautiful Nia...

Aaaand Felicity was under the table. Yep. Of course she was. Same old Fels, he thought, of the youngest of the Renegades and possibly the most wild. Nobody tamed Fels, that was for sure...' He turned his attention to his brother greeting Nia. Cailan was polite, eyes gleaming as he nodded firmly. "Yes, thank you so much! We've heard of the Renegades as well!" Cailan said, being a bit reluctant to flirt with his brother's lady friend, for obvious reasons...Paladin of Sune or not. But Cailan was genuinely enthused about meeting Nia, pumping her hand up gently.

Erik, young and untried (in more ways than one) was doing his best to keep up with everyone, while Lysander finished his greeting to Tawny. The draconic elf was flicking his tail, magic glimmering upon his fingertips while Adrian admired Tawny's body...namely the strength and muscles that Madam Amblecrown was packing.

"A rogue," Lysander echoed Nia. "Yes, we have heard tell of the famed Felicity. That she is as sure a hand with thievery as anything else, if my brother Lupines are to be believed..." his eyes gleamed with a golden light, his smile growing as his shoulders lifted in a shrug. 'I look forward to meeting her. I am certain she is close. Yet so far away..."

"Yep...close..." Aelius managed as his tail teased across Felicity's breasts, curled there with little taps to her midnight blue colored nipples. Aelius moved his hips slightly, feeling himself closer as her tempo increased. He could a touch of breeze, sucking in a breath again as he felt those hands, those nimble, beautiful, wonderful hands. He kept his expression neutral....

"Sadly, we're missing Varrik...he's off on his own business now I'm afraid," Aelius said. "As for...."

"Safiyah?" Asked Lysander pleasantly. "I hadn't heard the name. Adrian?"

"News to me. Renegades are the Renegades," Adrian said, glancing to Nia and Tawy, his eyebrow lifting. "You guys landed a princess in your crew, huh? Like...when we say a 'lot' to deal with, how 'a lot' are we talking? Because Aelius is a lot."

"Yes...quite...a lot..." Aelius managed as he tried to cum as silently as possible, firing right at Felicity's mouth in hot, thick spurts as he managed to release a breath, Lysander looking amused.

"At least he admits it...you'd think he was ready to explode keeping that bottled up." Aelius jsut smiled sweetly and raised a fist with one middle digit extended.

"Can you two NOT?" Luc shook his head. "Make a good impression, no bickering."

"Oh, yes, our great and glorious master," teased Lysander, while Cailan rolled his eyes.

"This place does have its own beauty at least," he remarked, staying close to Adrian, while Lucian gave his brother a friendly look.

"Least you'll be working with the Renegades....I'm sure your goddess approves."

"I know Sune's blessings of love and beauty shine upon all of you ladies," Cailan said...Adrian shook his head.

"Anyone else, that'd be a line. You, though...you really mean that, for Tempus' sake."

 

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"Hopefully you've heard that we're remarkably competent, and not just the endless tales of the sexual escapades," drawled Tawny, giving the slightly flushing Nia a look. The cleric should be thankful that her romance with Luc was so utterly adorable, and that it gave the already peaceful, diplomatic cleric a much needed boost of confidence. Because having to deal with another sex crazed Renegade was nearly more than Tawny could take... when she wasn't dealing with her own issues. She gave the new group another look over, trying to get an estimation. Something about the way the youngest carried himself... he looked nervous, and there was something about his skin and bearing. He looked mostly human though...

"Felicity's undisciplined, a complete handful, and irritatingly horny," replied Tawny, clicking her tongue, "but she's also one of the best thieves you'll find, usually able to sneak in and do thing right under---" she paused, just now fully putting everything together, "... people's... noses..." she raised a hand, massaging the bridge of her nose. She could almost swear she could hear Felicity giggling under the table then. Tawny really didn't want to look, and a glance at Nia, who wouldn't meet her gaze, confirmed it.

Though Felicity almost would have given herself away, what with Aelius working into her scant top. The leather already strained to keep her impressive chest contained, particularly when her even darker nipples were hard little points threatening to stretch even the confining material. But now with the little flick and tease, she practically squealed. She gave her teeth a little bite, warning Aelius: she was stealthy, but she wasn't perfect, and she could just make out enough of the conversation to figure something out. She let her teeth graze the red shaft as she worked again.

"Safiya's our real arcane expert," offered Nia. "Really we should've pulled her in on the last job. She's from the deserts, and incredibly intelligent. Scarily so, actually," she nearly shuddered, before nodding. "But yes, well, Rally had apparently heard there was an all female adventuring party, and she found out about me and Tawny first. Mostly because the party was more or less us at the time," she gestured. "Though we also had Zafah, who's a bit of a harder sell, but Rally was more or less on board."

"She was less on board with adding Felicity and Baeeyl," offered Tawny, nodding. "And she's... difficult. She always thinks she's in charge, and what's unfortunate is that she's damn good at leading. But, ah, there's---"

Felicity seemed to almost pop out of nowhere, sliding into a chair beside Aelius. There was a little daub of shimmering white that didn't quite look like a freckle dotting the top of her breast, and she stuck her almost violet tongue out to wet her lips even as she interrupted: "I'm pretty sure Rally's got a chastity belt," she chirped. "She's, like, all convinced that sex is stupidly painful, awkward, and it's just nuts!' she waved a hand, before looking over the new three, realizing just now that she didn't actually know who they were. She pointed at Cailan. "He kinda looks like Luc. The brother, right?" she didn't wait for an answer. "Dibs."

"Felicity! He's a person you can't---" Nia protested.

"What? Oh, did you want him?" asked Felicity, looking to Luc. "Both brothers at once or something to compare?" She gave Luc a devilish smile, her tail flicking, "knew you were into some dirty stuff, Luc."

"What? No, I---"

"Cale, L---" Tawny's eyes narrowed as she tried to remember, "Lessy, Erik, this is Felicity. Yes, she's always like this."

 

[Vinaein]

Lysander's grin revealed the tips of daggerlike fangs, his eyes gleaming with a playful, golden light. "I've heard you're all unique. With your own ways of doing things. I have heard a number of, shall we say, interesting events occurred. But I have also heard...competence. Effectiveness that belies any quirks. And I have heard of friendship as well." Lysander tilted up an eyebrow, his grin only growing. "Nia seems to demonstrate quite the good nature..." he said as Luc rubbed Nia's back. Lysander looked at the nervous Erik...

The lad rubbed his white hair, giving a nervous little grin. "I've heard a lot about you, Lady Amblecrown. It's good to put a face to the stories and everything my seniors have taught me!" His pale eyes were big and earnest. "I hope to be of use to all of you."

"Hm, be careful what you wish for," Aelius said with a snicker, being of 'use' to Felicity now. "Oh, and those are just her GOOD qualities!" He added as Tawny mentioned she was undisciplined, a handful and "irritatingly horny." Aelius was smirking, having loved the sheer audacity of his delightful fuckbuddy...Adrian was guessing Tawny had just figured out what everyone else had, the half-orc shaking his head with a sigh, giving Aelius a quizzical look. Aelius just made no apology....

"I don't think we've met Safiya," Adrian said to Nia. "From th desert and intelligent? Arcane expert, too. Sounds like she should team up with Lys there. He's the scholar."

"I'm a scholar, too! I am well-educated in all parts of the desirable, the enjoyable and the carnal!" Aelius chirped, his eyes shining. The others simply rolled their eyes, Erik looking bright eyed and intrigued.

"How do you earn that, sirs? Luc? Cale?"

"...We'll tell you later," both brothers said simultaneously, the Wolves looking quite intrigued at the notion of meeting more of the Charitable Renegades.

"Actually got a princess on board, eh?" Adrian tilted an eyebrow up. "Speaking of Zafah, how is she?" He hadn't noticed her presence and...well, Zafah had been the hardest to get on with, though some had managed it well. At the worst, they'd come to a decent understanding and...she had lots of good traits under the venom and prickly edges.

Felicity's appearance did not go unnoticed by the others, Aelius hearing her words about rally. "My, my, my, MY! That simply cannot do!" He said with a sigh. "...She's never...she thinks it's...now, abstaining is a choice and there are those without any interest in the carnal, which is fine, but...I cannot allow such misconceptions to continue!" He tapped his hand on the table. "I volunteer Erik."

"F-for what?" The lad asked quickly, blinking in surprise, Lysander rolling his eyes.

"Oh, leave the boy alone..."

"He's hardly a boy! He's grown, just...naive. Obnoxiously so. We need to fix that."

Adrian just ignored them while noticing Felicity's appearing. "Hey, Fels- " he stopped next as Felicity 'dibsing' Cailan. Once that might have annoyed him. Now? He merely scoffed, chuckled, grinned and shook his head. "...Don't forget your souvenir through it."

"You must be the infamous Felicity I've heard so much about..." Cailan said with a close look. "...when she says 'dibs?"

"She means it," Luc, Aelius and Adrian said simultaneously....at the mention of 'dirty stuff,' Luc looked at Felicity without expression...

And reached out to yank her in to a brief little hug, squeezing the Tiefling as he also pat Nia's back, pleased to see his lover's best friend again. He released Felicity, patting her shoulder.

"It's good to see you, Felicity. If that wasn't wholly obvious. I hear we've become quite the novelist, too..."

Lysander was simply enjoying himself now. "Always like this? You have to admit the devotion to causing a stir she has in her. Erik, take notes."

"This's Lysander," Adrian pointed with a thumb to the draconic elf. "Mother was a dragon. When're we expecting the rest, Tawny?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Given the frequent talk of sex, even Tawny's mind had started churning. As she'd joked earlier, if only to herself, adventurers had a tendency to be a horny lot. It had been a while, but she couldn't help but eye Erik curiously. He seemed well built, and she found herself wondering in her usual paired thoughts: could he handle himself in a fight, and, would he be worth tangling with afterwards? She had already dealt with her Heat, and, sure, she enjoyed herself more with the fairer sex, but she still couldn't help but wonder. nor could she quite stop herself from being fully surprised that Felicity hadn't claimed "dibs" on him as well. Certainly Luc's brother was handsome, but... just as surely Felicity couldn't be trying to see if she could get in a relationship with the brother of her best friend's lover? It was just the sort of messy triangle to be expected of the blue rogue... but she could also just be thinking with what was between her legs, and Tawny swore she could almost smell Felicity's arousal from here.

Needless to say, not helping.

But it also implanted other thoughts, which she pushed to the side, nodding as Nia responded to Adrian: "Yes, Safiya is, ah, arguably the most responsible of our group. But, ah, well, she's not part of the job that we were talking about with---"

She paused, particularly because Adrian had mentioned Zafah. Even Felicity went quiet for a few moments, as all three visible Renegades exchanged looks, the unasked question hovering between them: hadn't someone told them? Nia noticed both looking at her in particular, and she flushed, casting a semi-guilty look to Luc. She had mentioned the... issue, but maybe he hadn't passed it along, figuring it wasn't his place?

"She means it," didn't just come out from the Wolves though: both Nia and Tawny said it with a slight near laugh in their voice.

"Oh, does that mean he has a dragon dick!?" asked Felicity, looking at Lysander with a near shimmer in her gaze. "'cuz if so..." her gaze fell down.

"You can't call dibs on two people," insisted Nia, smoothing her dress, "actually you shouldn't---"

"Not for me: For Bae. Oh, though maybe Aelius..." Felicity tapped her finger, considering, "or both but---"

Tawny rubbed her brow. "Felicity, we haven't mentioned---"

And, because of course Fate would have unusual timing, the first of the elves to join this little merry band appeared at just that moment, causing several head to pivot. The phrase "is that a drow?" audibly came from at least one table who didn't immediately recognize the slender figure that almost skipped her way into the group. The drow part looked obvious: her skin had the coal black coloration of her people, lightening slightly to a purple hue, which is what actually happened when a drow got sun. The hair had the usual white coloration, and, in a move that probably would have gotten Nia's approval, was tied in a set of lengthy twinned braids, both intricate, both looking like an expert (again, likely Nia) had tied them at one point. Yet splotches of brilliant colors dotted the white length, looking like someone had taken handfuls of berries or other natural dyes and smeared them along. There were a few flecks around a beaming smiling face as well, and a noticeable handprint of brilliant yellow stretching across a bared, nearly conclave, abdomen.

The elf moved with an easy grace, to be sure, but less like Nia's near floaty gaze, and more like the easy skittering of a spider, as if she'd learned to walk from following them. Her soft boots looked to have been actually made from some natural, organic material: a soft bark or possibly a mushroom. Their original color had been replaced by more brilliant dyes, as the sharply contrasting colors continued to make it look like this drow rolled around on a paint palette in her spare time. Her blotched pants looked to have been made from what appeared to be shed snake's skin, with the slight rippling of scales. Her shirt seemed to be from the same material, and looked inexpertly, but cannily crafted. One shoulder had slung off, revealing a strangely contrasting bit: what appeared to be an actual silken bra strap of the finest underdark material.

Oh, and there was a spider perched on her shoulder, slightly larger than a spider probably should be and likely venomous.

"'ello there, 'alfing!" she greeted. "Wowza, are there a lotta fun sorts about, eh?" She pointed to her group and waved, before bounding over.

"That's Bae, she's a drow druid, the spider's tame," Nia fired out rapidly while the other Renegade approached, a slight skip to her step.

Felicity leaned over to Aelius: "I'm also, like, 95% sure she's a virgin, but she keeps acting like she gets everything, even the stuff I make up."

 

[Vinaein]

With the Wolves all assembled, save for the absence of one member, the group were exchanging pleasantries all about...those some couldn't help but notice Tawny's looks. Erik saw her sizing him up, the young warrior determined and not backing down, but trying not to appear arrogance. "I promise to do my best, Lady Amblecrown!" He said quickly....all while the others were clearly hanging about. The whole lot of them were grinning at the boy, while Cailan hardly seemed averse to Felicity's own advances.

Adrian just rolled his eyes, arms folded across his broad chest, a chuckle escaping his throat, more like a hard grunt. He met Tawny's eyes briefly, giving a shrug as if to say 'yep, that's our teams.' He was just...used to it by now...though th mention of Zafah and the silence that fell, some uneasy looks...Luc moistened his lips with his tongue.

"Ade's been...handling some work elsewhere. We didn't have much time to..." he told Nia apologetically... "And...well, when he found out, Varrik went to find information..." he said quietly, a shadow of concern lingering in his eyes for the half-elven rogue. "We- "

"Something like that, Lysander said as he smirked at Felicity. "You're amusing as I've heard. And as vivacious. I like you." He added. "Cailan, she has dibs on you and you'll like it." He flashed a sharp grin while Aelius tucked his member back into his pants below the table, laced back up and hugged Felicity from behind.

"Mmm, both of us WHAT? Something spicy for your latest work of literary delight?" She whispered, breathing gently on the blue tiefling's neck. "Is the sun rising on a new fantasy- " he stopped at the murmur of the others, with the new arrival...a drow. A drow who was well dressed, with dyed hair.

"Is it me," started Erik quietly to Lysander, "or does she look like a ranbow on a dark night?" He looked over the drow curiously, Lucian raising a hand in greeting while Adrian lifted an eyebrow. In fact, Lucian was staring...most clearly at the spider on her shoulder. Being a champion of the death god, Luc sometimes found a love of things others found morbid. Spiders were on that list. In fat, he adored them. "You must be Lady Baeeyl!" Lucian said. "Nia's told me so much about you and who is THAT fine friend upon your shoulder?"

Aelius had an arm around Felicity, his eyes dancing. "Oh, perhaps we'll have to see what your fertile mind sheds light on, my dear Felicity!" He chuckled softly as the others murmured greetings. "That leaves only your friend Rally? Princess, if I had heard right."

Lysander dipped with a pleasant bow, almost gallant to the Druid. "Charmed to make your acquaintance, lady of the wilds," he said. "I am Lysander Winterbrook, humble scholar of all things fascinating and arcade. The lad is Erik, who has yet to find a proper mercenary surname."

"Cailan Morvadius," The Paladin added, finding immense beauty in Bae's appearance and even her spider.

"Nice to see the teams getting on," Adrian whispered to Tawny while Luc kissed Nia's cheek and whispered in her ear very playfully.

"Saw Tawny watching you. How would you like if I made her an offer later, lovely...?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Both what? Felicity grinned, "You'll see," she offered teasingly, tapping her fuck buddy lightly with her tail, her eyes taking on a nearly hungry gaze as she looked up at the lean drow approaching. How very many of her stories had involved sexy drow women, that most forbidden of fruits? Didn't help that Felicity and Bae got on famously, nearly as well as Nia and Felicity did (which one Felicity would call her best friend almost depended on the day, really).

"Lady?" repeated the druid, laughing and shaking her head. "Ya don't gotta call me tha'. An' as for this little blighter," she reached up, gently stroking the spider with loving affection, "'e's a righ' little guy I found an' rescued on up. Usually gotta rotate 'em out, 'tween adventures bein' rough on 'em an' needin' 'em ta go back ta their environment an' all," she nodded, then looked to the others as they were greeting her. "Bugger me if tha' ain't the second lady in about as many minutes," she chuckled, smirking at Felicity, "thought you said these blokes were all rough an' tumble like. If I buy ya all a pint so we can get good an' pissed will ya drop th' lady sit an' start callin' me Bae?"

The drow was already reaching into her money pouch, which looked fairly depleted already, counting things out before holding up the coins, gesturing toward the table to indicate that she fully intended to buy rounds for everyone. She ended pointing at Nia, who was already curling up. "An' you too. not that ya be needin' more warmth wit' ya beau righ' there," she gave a nod, before plopping down unceremoniously into a seat, her shirt sliding slightly to reveal a bit more of her shoulder. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Luc.

"An' I didn't get th' same chance th' others did, mate," she said, her voice dropping, "ya know me spider mates can' drain the piss outta a bloke faster'n silk through a spider's bum? So don't be a drongo, eh?" she gave a wink, before leaning back.

"I still don't know half what you're saying, but it sounds dirty!" pronounced Felicity with a confident nod.

Nia was flushing, but leaned back. "Ignore Bae; she just loves me like the rest," she said, before lightly kissing the side of Luc's mouth, "and as much as I'd love to include Tawny, I had hoped we'd just spend tonight together," she batted her eyes, looking up at him. Her eyes drifted slightly, "but you know I'll do whatever you tell me to..." which wasn't strictly true, but they'd both come to terms with Nia's version of submission.

"It's not Bae I'm worried about," Tawny whispered back to Adrian, snorting. "And what's with Erik? What's his story?" Because she still wasn't sure what to make of that... or him.

 

[Vinaein]

"Oh, I'll see..." Aelius cooed, his eyes sparkling as he rubbed Felicity's ass with his tail. "Will I see, or will I feel?" He asked casually, glancing upward to see Bae's arrival, with the confident strut and bright demeanor. Aelius cocked an eyebrow straight upward, looking significantly impressed by how Bae seemed to feel she owned the place. Someone from the Underdark was so...sunny! It was absolutely a blessing before the Lord Lathander in the midst of daylight.

'Lysander stepped forward to introduce himself further to Bae. The intelligent draconic elf was pondering her dialect. In his many, many travels, Lysander had learned many languages and forms of conversation. He was beginning to decipher Bae's own and decided to respond in kind, making sure Erik could here. "Ah, stow the 'lady' shite then!" He said cheerfully, the accent coming flawlessly to his rich voice. "Ain't gona have me mates be bludgers and ignore the chance to learn your proper title. Pull up a seat and we can have a cold one. Just not used to seeing a proper Sheila such as yourself. Hope you ain't crook me cobbers not knowing the proper form of address!"

"...What did he say?" Erik asked Adrian, the half-orc having a blank expression upon his face as Lysander continued. "Proper stoked to meetcha Bae. Mates, she'll be apples from here on."

"Wh-what's apples?" Erik asked them, Aelius hiding a burst of laughter. "What's a drongo? Is that like some kind of monster, Luc? Cale? What did Lys say?"

Luc cleared his throat. "Well...I give you and spider the proper greeting, um....to a fine Sheila!" He said, trying to mimic Lysander. "No drongos here!....Lys?"

"It means fool."

"No drongos here, except for Adrian!" Aelius chirped, earning a thump on the head from the half-orc, who sighed to Tawny.

"Aaaand this is what I deal with."

Erik cocked his head at Felicity. "Wait, you know other languages like that? And when it sounds- ....wait, aren't you a writer?" He sounded enthusiastic, while Luc briefly focused on Nia.

"mmm..." Luc whispered and kissed her neck. "You're being so good, maybe I'll make sure we spend the night together...and loan you out to Tawny in the morning...after all, it's MY choice, isn't it...?" He did truly adore Nia,...with her submission, her inner strength, her kindness and warmth..."

Adrian turned back to Tawny. "Hm, the kiddo? We found Erik being trained by some cultists...set Aelius off proper. He'd been a hunter for a bit for them, so we took him in. New Wolf and he's done quite well. Still growing a bit, buuut..." Adrian grinned and shrugged slightly.

"Getting him trained's a lotta hard yakka!"

"Can you talk COMMON now Lys?!"

 

[darkest_fate]

"Great, now there's two of them," mumbled Tawny, running a hand over her face. She barely understood Bae at the best of times, and when the drow go worked up, things got worse. It didn't help that sometimes Bae's magic seemed connected to her emotions, and that she was nearly an empath when it came to the various creatures around. It also did not help that Felicity could not hold it in at all, bursting out laughing, nearly going so hard with the giggles that she threatened to roll right back under the table.

"'e's jus' usin' some gabbin' I'm used ta," said Bae, flashing a smile. "Though it's more o' the rough kinda talk. Most drow talk like they a buncha righ' pricks. Can tell if someone's really from th' good parts," she gave another wink, before looking around the bar again.

Tawny could tell what that look meant: "No looking for people eating meat," she said, "no freeing animals, and no trying to talk people out of wearing leather," she tapped the table, making sure to catch Bae's attention before she pointed, "besides, Felicity's still wearing hers." Not that it made much difference, the drow would do what she wanted. At least Bae's usual habit of spending most of her share on drinks, freeing animals, and generally being too congenial for her own good would work to their benefit.

Felicity wrapped her hands around her own mug, grinning before taking a swig. At least they came here often enough that most of the staff knew precisely what to get them, even with Bae doing her usual ordering. She flicked her tail, looking up at Erik as if noticing him again, drawing her eyes up and down. Her gaze slid to Tawny, brows raising a moment, before looking back. Sometimes it was hard to read the monk, but Felicity was almost always horny.

Speaking of: Nia couldn't quite fully suppress her moan or shiver as her lover teased her neck. Her lips parted and she looked about ready to melt back into him, feeling the blood pooling between her legs. "Gods, I love you," she breathed, tilting to meet his lips with hers for just a moment, before pulling back. "But we really do have to talk about the job. It'll be, ah, me and Felicity that you're used to," she nodded to Bae, "and Bae, plus, um, Rally."

"Fuck me dead," mumbled Bae, wincing. She ignored the half whispered: yes please from Felicity, instead giving Nia a look. "We still goin' wit' that mix up? Fels ain't pulled 'er 'ead outta 'er fanny since she got some, an' ya know Rally ain't me biggest fan,' she said, tapping. "I mean--"

Tawny shook her head. "We're spread thin, since Zafah's..." she frowned; Felicity's tail fell; Nia fell back against Luc; and Bae took a big swig.

"Fuckin' tits," mumbled the drow. "I'm gonna feed that bugger tae m'spiders,' she took an almost angry drink, and, sure enough, her wooden mug seemed to be sprouting new growths, while the spider nearby let out a little chittering noise. "'er stupid bastard of an ex gone an' pulled some string an' got 'er all worked up, he did."

"We always said we'd pull all our resources," agreed Tawny, looking to Luc. "I'm going with Safiya to follow down a lead involving some counter-magic. Figure you and Rally can run point on the main assault, draw attention and all. Plus..."

"lotta fucking," offered Felicity. "Like, the demon energy's gone way out there..."

 

[Vinaein]

The boys were all but groaning as well, Adrian rubbing a hand upon his face with a soft grumble at the rather...ostentatious way that Lysander had gone about it. The Wolves just looked at their comrade, who wore his pleasant, scholarly grin. Felicity nearly falling under the table didn't help...especially Aelius who looked like he wanted his buddy back under it. Or bent over it, whichever suited her just fine.

"I'm pleased we can communicate so well," Lysander said playfully, his eyes flashing with a golden light, his robes worn in a way to show off his lean and muscled frame. "I am ever so sorry to hear that about the other drow, though...that right bunch of drongos," he added in the accent...

"...No freeing animals?" Aelius asked with a chuckle. "Are we talking abused creatures or just...taking pet dogs and trying to set them free?" He was finding he liked Bae already. In fact, Cailan was positively delighted over it.

"Oh, that's how she spends her time?" He couldn't help but look gallant, loving Bae's multicolored hair and finding the Drow positively gorgeous in looks...at least the Renegades had things well in hand between them. Something that was encouraging to group dynamics at the moment... "Perhaps we'll have to hold off on meat them....except for Luc near full moons..."

Erik barely noticed the look Felicity gave him, instead focused to Bae and then to Tawny again. In fact, he seemed to like Tawny. Admire her quite a bit from what he had heard....Lucian trailed his mouth quickly against Nia's neck and then claimed her lips in return. "Back at you, my sweet Nia..." he whispered softly, kissing her again, very briefly. "But rest assured...I fully plan to offer up my pretty elf to your leader soon..." He returned to business, pausing. "Tawny's not coming with us?" He asked, looking between the gang.

"...Wait, with Zafah," Adrian started. "That's why Varrik went off? Why..." he growled to himself. "Dammit...he should've said the word. We'd have helped...especially for one of the Renegades...but fine, we're here. We do it, then...that the setup, Luc?"

"I've thought of that..." Luc said. "Between us...Adrian, you and Cale might be best at recon elsewhere...if that's the team and Tawny's going to be out?" He faced him, Adrian acknowledging with Cailan...

"So, the 'Asshole' to blame?" Aelius frowned, looking grim at that...after all they'd been through, the Wolves had respect for and were protective of their friends in the Renegades. Even Zafah. Maybe especially Zafah.

"If you're going with Safiya...maybe Adrian and Cale can go, too...strength in numbers?" Luc offered, Adrian not arguing it. "And you and Adrian are, let's face it, the best first line there, so if you've got someone who knows the Arcane with you, along with a Paladin?"

Cale looked a bit uneasy about the split up, but gave a nod, deciding not to undermine Luc's decision, Luc squeezing Nia's shoulder.

"The rest of us...I can promise you we can make this work....most of us have worked together, so..." he took in the others quickly. "That just leaves Rally, Tawny?"

Aelius put an arm around Felicity. "Well, that leaves me as the main healer about with the good Lady Dawnchilde...Lysander can handle the arcane details."

Lysander had grabbed a drink himself, smirking at Bae playfully. "Good group of mates don't we?"

 

[darkest_fate]

"Pets'r'fine, so long as they got a decent owner. 'ell, most people'r'nicer ta their dogs than their mates," Bae pointed out, her expression serious again. she extended a hand, letting the spider climb over her fingers, then up her hand, obviously enjoying the sensation as the creature climbed over the oddly sun-lightened skin. Bae thought she felt someone looking, and flicked those red eyes up at Cale, flashing a quick smile. "Circle o' life sometimes means we eat meat an' all, jus' don't be a bugger 'bout it," her gaze flicked, as if she were already seeking out dwarves, but looked back to Cale for a moment. Her brow furrowed and she exchanged a quick look at Felicity, who was grinning in her telling manner, right before everything went hyper-serious.

Which was Tawny most of the time, actually. The monk nodded. "We asked him to go; offered to send Felicity along, but he said he'd work this best alone. Probably didn't want her hanging off his dick the entire time," she gave her friend a smile. Felicity just shrugged. "We figured it would be quick recon. The fact that he's not back yet..."'

Asshole to blame, not to mention a new potential splitting of the group. Tawny considered, looking over both Adrian and Cale. That would give them plenty of muscle, but they'd be lacking if it came down to stealth. Technically Tawny was pretty good at, if the situation needed, and she thought Safiya knew some invisibility spells. Most of their wizard's magic dealt with time, but she seemed to know more than she let on.

She did have to shake her head at one point though: "Rally's better at front-lining than me. She's a full fledged knight sort, and can heal. I do okay," she shrugged. Hard to say how monks worked when all considered; usually by punching things six times within as many seconds.

"Wait a sec," Felicity said, eyes narrowing, "It sounds like you're tryin' to get around my dibs, Luc!" she pointed at the paladin. "Dibs are sacred!"

"Back. On. Topic," said Tawny, almost through gritted teeth.

"We're actually not hurting for healers," offered Nia, still fighting her mounting arousal from Luc's much appreciated if inappropriate teasing. "Between Aelius and I, not to mention that Rally can heal rather well when she's of a mind to, and Bae's actually quite good at it," she nodded to her druid friend, who saluted her with the hand holding the spider. Nia reflexively shrunk just a bit more into Luc, as if the little creature would possibly be a threat to her.

"Ain't a bad sort," offered Bae. "I mean, Fels is about as useful as tits on a bull if ya ain't lookin' to fuck, but outside---"

"Hey!" Felicity protested. "We did a whole thing about how I'm actually super good at stealthing and stealing!" she crossed her arms over her chest, which had the fun added benefit of pushing out her prodigious mounds, nearly to the extent that they threatened to pop free of her top altogether. "You're lucky I know you're messing with me, or I'd be sneak attacking ya."

"Yer hotter'n' a dwarf forge when ya get all riled up," replied Bae, grinning and taking another drink, pausing to look and see how much she still had left. "Where is th' princess anyway?"

"We told her to meet an hour after we were supposed to," offered Tawny, shrugging. "Figured you'd be a little late; she'll be early, and the Wolves would have a few minutes to get used to you before we drop her on them."

Bae nodded, before raising her spider to give him a gentle, nearly loving kiss, before setting him back on her shoulder. She took another swig, before again looking over the various Wolves with varying degrees of interest. There may be some familiarity in those red eyes to Aelius, who had been the full target of a certain randy blue tiefling who'd been curious about certain things not too long ago. Not quite as overt though, and there was more of a nervous edge, as if she thought this is what was expected more than this was what she wanted to do.

 

[Vinaein]

"Well," Cailan said upon hearing Bae elaborate upon her views. He watched the spider shuffle itself against her skin, his eyes upon her own red ones. "Those are certainly commandments I can respect," he said, before her gaze flicked away...before settling back to him. Lysander looked positively amused.

"Words to live by," the draconic elf replied. "I can certainly vouch for how people are nicer to dogs than friends," he noted Luc being rather taken by the large spider, being ambivalent to Arachnids himself at the best of tiems. Though there had been some interesting experiences in the Underdark when the Wolves had gone down below and Lysander had pretended to be a Drow himself.

Tawny's seriousness jolted them back to reality as Adrian lifted his eyebrow. "That's why Varrik left, Luc?"

"Yeah...it was sudden and he thought he'd work best alone," Lucian said. "I didn't have time to update the group yet, not with Cale and Lys being on their own business...."

"But if it's just recon..." Aelius suddenly sounded a bit worried before he shook his head. "No, it's VARRIK. Nobody's going to be able to catch him...granted, the fool might be stuck somewhere..." He rubbed his chin, tail still around Felicity. "He might be hemmed in somewhere without a way to contact us...so if we find him, that would be that..." He sighed. "He really does like Zafah...he'd consider it worth the risk."

Luc faced Tawny at that. "Cale's a knight, too...plus he heals as well. Nia and Aelius are the team clerics, but failing them, Cale and I can handle some healing. They- " He stopped as he saw Felicity pointing at his brother and pouting. "Yes, silly me, dibs are sacred," He said with a chuckle, thinking of a way around this.

"....They may be sacred. But they don't expire, if you get my drift?" HE'd realized a looong time ago now seemingly that the best way to handle Felicity's view of the world was to play to it. Besides, he liked her plenty. "I'll make up any delays to you myself- right, back to topic." He held Nia, still smiling at the spider.

The Paladin was still a capable military mind... "...Cale's pretty good at the stealth," he said. "Varrik taught us both some tricks before we took the vows. Tawny and Adrian have the muscle covered there...Erik's a good fighter, though. Kid's sharp, fast and he hits good. Just gotta watch out for him outside of fighting."

"I...try my best, Luc!" The young man said with an eager smile, though his gaze was briefly directed to Felicity's ample cleavage.

"...When we say 'drop her on us?'" Adrian began. "You said she was a lot. How much is alot-....also, what does that spider eat on a usual basis?"

"Knowing this place, it'd take care of the giant roach issues," Aelius chirped....though he closed his eye in a little wink at Bae when he saw her looking at him. Just a bit of a pleasant little 'hello' between them. After all, the handsome red Tiefling was never averse to anyone's attention.

Adrian took his drink, Lysander sliding his tail about as he curled it about his drink and lifted it up to take a sip. "Suppose tonight is all about getting acquainted then," he said cheerfully. "Alright, let's have another round....so we're thinking that, then...Adrian and Cale with Tawny and this miss Safiya?"

 

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Felicity had a slight feeling that the two brothers were playing with her somehow. Her eyes narrowed, but, well, she could still taste the last little bits of Aelius on her tongue, so it wasn't like she was hurting all that much. She just liked the idea of getting in bed with nearly every one of the Wolves, if only for some kind of mental bingo (even if Adrian had been tetchy about it). Then again... she looked at this new guy, Erik, looking him up and down, before sliding her gaze over to look at both Bae and Tawny. The drow seemed more interested in Lysander, if anything. Then again, Felicity still was pretty sure that the Drow was a virgin; something about her stories didn't add up. That is, unless Bae actually slept with one of the spiders or something, which was very heavily implied. Should Felicity warn the others about that?

Nah, they could clearly see the druid was a Drow already. Maybe Felicity should be paying attention to the conversation?

"A stealthy paladin?" asked Tawny, raising her brows and looking over at Cale.

"Well, Rally's not bad at it when she wants to be," Nia pointed out, nodding. "We... may be over-warning you?" She shrugged. "Some of it is just... well, she really is a princess despite all the... trying not to be?"

"Okay, look," said Felicity, leaning forward, "so, like, ya'll know how Nia's hot?" She gestured, again not waiting for a response, "'cuz she's got that whole delicate, delicious elf thing going for her? And how Tawny's got this whole 'prolly kick your ass but just as prolly fuck it into the ground' thing going on? Rally got all that. She's this big, badass who takes charge, but also looks like a fuckin' elfish princess and---"

"An' I think she's comin'," offered Bae, who had twisted to get her drink, taking a sip of it before holding it up for her spider friend to enter.

There were... looks Rally's way. Princess Rallathia probably could have entered without drawing attention, but she clearly hadn't been thinking it, and may have been considering something of an entrance. Glorious armor made of the strangest material clung to her: a wood so finely made and interlocked with intricate symbols so the copper and gold that it seemed unnatural. It clung to her lithe frame, covering her entirely, from a high raised color of what appeared to be fine, thick green cloth, to a lengthy cape embroided in the finest of copper filligrie, to a pair of impressive leather boots that somehow let her walk with an ease and nary a noise. Long hair the color of finely spun copper seemed to draw in the light, tied back in a perfect Elvish battle braid, pulling away from her finely featured face. Every bit of that face looked like it had copied a goddess, from the feminine features to the piercing, multicolored eyes: one a deep forest green, the other a rich, almost natural brown. Her pointed ears were unadorned, but seemed almost perfectly delicate for elves.

her skin had a natural tan to it, obviously darkened by sun, but seemed to have an almost coppery undertone to it, as if she glistened with an internal light. A wooden sword hung easily at once side, and she looked as if her other arm was used to holding a shield at nearly all times. She walked with the same ease showed by the rest of the elves gathered there, save for the fact that there was a decidedly more militant stride to her.

"Hey look, it's the dress armor," drawled Felicity, rolling her eyes as she looked to Tawny. "Didn't you say it was a casual meeting?"

"I said we were meeting up with the Wolves to investigate, and when she said she'd wear her ceremonial armor..."

Nia leaned in, grabbing to Luc to whisper: "Be ready for her to address you and just you at first. She's not going to acknowledge any of the other Wolves until you say so. Look her in the eye, be respectful and use the whole formal term. Add the phrase melehtril Niallill when you naturally respond with titles, and don't make up any."

Was all the elf cleric could manage before Rally stood before them, eying them. "Greetings, Lunar Wolves," she said, her voice oddly formal, her accent an almost inverse contrast to Bae's casual tone. "I am Princess Rallathia Silverwood, heir to the Wooded Throne, Speaker of the Wood, Embodiment of Rillifane Rallathil, champion of nature, and paladin of the Charitable Renegades," to Rally's credit, she said each title as if they held equal weight, and nodded to Tawny, Nia, and Felicity in turn. she ignored Bae, who just took a casual drink. "I take it you are Sir Lucian Morvadius?" she raised her brow, but kept wholly focused on the paladin.

"That's two less titles than normal," Felicity whispered back to Aelius, clearly fighting the urge to start giggling... or to slide under the tale and tease someone else.

 

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Lucian knew Felicity's attitudes and appetites very well by now. He was hardly about to challenge the wild little Tiefling when he saw her eyes narrowing. When he'd gotten more used to her...well, they'd had plenty of fun at times, but he knew Felicity expected things to be a certain way and could get a bit...touchy if it wasn't. Still, she was a sweet one, and she and Aelius had quite the fuck buddy sort of bond. That and Felicity was damned good at her job. For all her boasting, she was an excellent thief and very good at supporting her comrades. One just had to deal with her having the most prodigious appetites in all the realms. If she wanted some time with his brother, though...that was between them.

Lysander was hardly hiding much interest in Bae meanwhile. The draconic elf was being quite pleasant about it and enjoyed speaking the language in a sense. Erik was wanting to be of some use where he could...good kid, Luc thought. Aelius gave Felicity a tap on the nose.

"My sweet Fels," he whispered with a grin. "Promise I'll arrange whatever you want later...buuuut for the moment, let's not forget both our friends could be in jeopardy and focus just on that?" He seemed almost apologetic, despite his worry for both Zafah and Varrik. "I'll arrange whatever you want later that I am capable of, within reason." He kissed her lips quickly, getting a slight taste of himself.

"I can be stealthy," Cailan answered Tawny in response, his arms folded as he faced the half-Tabaxi warrior, Adrian nodding.

"I'll vouch there," the half-orc said. "Better than me. I rage, I don't sneak..." he looked at Nia, glad to have also worked out their issues as well... "...So, what you're saying about Rally...is she's very, very bad at pretending to be anything but a princess?" He lifted a eyebrow grinning while Felicity took over.

....and yeah, Lucian was already discounting putting Princess Rallathia in anything involving stealth as she all but stormed in to a chorus of trumpets and horns. Yeah,. She was...something Absolutely SOMETHING, beautiful and regal and making a hell of an entrance. Lucian just put on the best smile he could there, his mouth opening as he heard Nia.

"....You got it," he told his lover, hoping this would not prove to be something of a disaster. And trying to hold to Nia's instructions. EXACTLY. They were already getting looks...

"Alright," Lucian said. "I am indeed Sir Lucian Morvadius. It is good to meet you, Princess Rallathia Silverwood, heir to the Wooded Throne, Speaker of the Forests, Embodiment of Rillifane Rallathil, champion of nature, and paladin of the Charitable Renegades...melehtril Niallill!" He was pretty sure he'd gotten it, the other Wolves trying not to snicker. "....Incidentally, it's LUNA Wolves, not exactly Lunar, but that's a common mistake...right, I'll...um...introduce you..." he began to point out the others, still rather stunned by rallathia being...

"A Lot," Tawny had phrased it.

"Hello!" Aelius chirped. 'Pleasure to meet you, Princess Rallathia Silverwood!"

Erik was standing stiff and formal. "Melethril Niallill!" He said quickly, in the presence of royaly and trying to impress...while Lysander transparently could not have cared less.

"G'day, proper royal Sheila," he muttered to his drink, sitting by Rally as he kicked back. Cailan was handling the formalities a touch better as Adrian whispered to Tawny.

"That's normal, huh?"

 

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It did at least vaguely occur to Rally that people were looking her way. She figured that was just how things worked: it seemed that people were always staring at a group of adventurers. She knew full well that half the stares would be something akin to awe, whether it be in lust for their beauty or appearance (not to mention the lascivious nature of over half of her companions), or for their sheer prowess on display. On top of that, Rally's usual manner stuck out here. She didn't quite see that as a reason not to engage in formal relations, particularly because she had a sinking suspicion that none of the others, save for possibly Niallill, had bothered to maintain anything like decorum.

There was something rather strange in the way he introduced himself there, and she noted a lack of his own titles. Wasn't he the leader? "Oh, I'm sorry about that," her formality slid as she blinked, looking to Tawny, "I was told it was Lunar. I certainly meant no offense..." but she heard the others chirping out. Aelius had to be that one, given that Felicity was near and teasing, but the next... had her brow furrowing, and the last just had her outright confused.

"I think..." she pointed, then looked to Nia, "to clarify: are you bedding both these men?" she pointed to Erik, then Luc, "because they both introduced themselves as such? Or... ah," she noted Nia's deep blush and the fact that the cleric was burying her face... not to mention Felicity's inability to hold back her giggles, nor Baeeyl, who understood this dialect of elfish all too well, who was nearly smothering herself from laughing too loudly. "I see," she met Erik's gaze. "Niallill asked Lucian to greet me in that manner since it would clarify that this is the man she has chosen as her bonded lover, which is quite a major deal, since, well," she gestured, "Niallill is a high elf with the blessings of a deity, but you've clearly picked up on it, and I'm guessing from the reaction that you're... not her lover as well," she looked to Niallill, who at least managed to nod.

"And your accent," she pointed at the draconic elf, "is nearly as bad as the dark elf's. You'll want to work on that to better make an impression on new allies in the future," she nodded, taking a seat, where she almost too purposefully hunched, as if she were attempting to fit in with the "common people." "And please, Rallathia works just fine," she waved a hand, "the titles will get in the way if we're going to be working together."

"And all those syllables don't," muttered Felicity, rolling her eyes.

Bae was already raising an arm, the spider crawling down it as if to approach the princess.

"If that thing comes near me, dark elf, I will kill it," Rally said without breaking eye contact with Lucian. "Since both Tawny and Niallill are present, I'm assuming you've been filled in? I wish to dispatch the foul... bastard that captured one of our own as quickly as possible, and I've already devised several potential plans of attack."

Felicity just started giggling some more, mostly because she was looking back and forth between poor Erik and even poorer Nia, who had both just tried so hard...

 

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The Wolves for their part were just...set a bit back. none ere sure what they had expected. but they knew full well it wasn't this. The princess seemed wholly oblivious to how she came off for anyone else there, which was...honestly fine. Nobody could accuse the Charitable Renegades of lacking personality in their ranks and this sure was quite personable, to say the very least....and it was best they keep the best relations they could.

Luc continued his pleasant demeanor, though he saw Rally was a bit confused and wondered why. "Oh, no offense taken, I promise!" Luc said quickly. "It's absolutely great meeting you!" He said, giving the others a look so that they didn't get on Rally's bad side preemptively. "...Lunar might even be better, actually, I'm not sure it makes much a difference for the moment...

....He choked at the next thing Rally asked to Nia. Erik's jaw dropped and his face went bright scarlet. As red as Nia as he tried to stammer out. "I..I...I thought that was...I am not...bedding...I'm not bedding anyone! I mean, that is to say, I'm just not beding anyone right now! Not that...but..." He stopped, Lysander just snickering quietly and shaking his head

"....Yes, it's a major deal," Luc had an arm around Nia, rubbing her shoulder. "But uh...NO, Erik is not bonded to Nia!" Luc smiled then, taking a breath. "Rallathia it is. Please call me Luc. Do you go by 'Rally' at times, Rallathia?"

Lysander helped his drink, amused by Rally's comment as he whispered to Bae. "This dynamic always like this?"

"We've bee..filled in."

"Though no ladies have been filled in the way Felicity wants yet!" Aelius chirped. 'But that can change! I see we're of like minds in the mission, though!"

"....You already have plans of attack, huh?" Adrian asked . "She does know about the splitting up plan, right? Someone did tell her about that?" The half-orc was looking all the more amused by the...interesting situation.

 

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The spurts from Erik just had Felicity and Bae nearly laughing their heads off. Nia had the good graces to just look embarrassed for all concerned, Tawny mildly amused, which left Rally just more or less rolling with the situation. She wasn't completely socially unaware: she could tell this was a bit awkward, and likely the Wolves were more used to the more casual way the other Renegades handled things. Rally did adapt, but, well, she also knew what she was doing.

"No, it's Rallathia," she insisted.

"Sure thing, Rally," offered Felicity with a chirp, completely ignoring the princess's steady look.

"Nah," Bae whispered back to Lysander. "She's bein' all uptight 'cuz she's tryin' ta make an impression. It's kinda like markin' her territory. Less ya mean 'er an' me. She still don't use m' name and has 'er 'ead up a dead bear's bum 'bout it."

"Well, I mean, my mouth has," offered Felicity, tapping her mouth. "I mean, not exactly filled," she gave Aelius an almost coy smile, "it kinda takes, what, two, three?"

Rally nearly fumbled, sliding forward a little as she turned a near brilliant crimson color that made Nia looked almost relaxed. The princess raised a hand, coughing into it. "Right, well, I'm sure you all can do that on your own time, for whatever reason," she waved a hand. "But yes, I am well aware that we're already splitting, and I'm assuming they filled you in on that?" She smiled. "It was partly my idea," she reached down and produced a map, rolling it out. "We've had some preliminary scouting and reports. Part of the idea is for us to draw most of the attention while Safiya and Tawny, along with a pair of Wolves I'm assuming, go in to disrupt some of the arcane energies channeling there area. The dark elf should be able to help us locate the monsters, which are supposedly charged with magicks not dissimilar to what you all faced with the gnolls," she ran her fingers along the map, showing the general area: a sort of urban dungeon area, a town that had fallen to monster raids a little while back and since been filled in with rotating leaders.

"The idea is to use our elfish Renegades partly as bait, since something about us seems to draw monsters. And Felicity seems to just draw certain kinds of attention. Sir Lucian has already proven that he can handle that sort of pressure, and given that he actually is melehtril Niallill, pledged before two clerics of elfish deities, he should receive further protections. Aelius has proven to be as resilient or at least as reactive to these things as Felicity, and---"

"And I'm gonna hoping he gets to bed at least Bae, maybe you," offered Felicity, turning to wink at her favorite fuck buddy.

"And---and he is another skilled divine user," said a flushing Rally. "I can adapt the plan in the field to better accommodate our new dynamics in a real time reactive situation," she nodded. "And---"

"Rally," interrupted Tawny, leaning forward and putting her hand on the elf, which had her falling silent, before Tawny looked. "They get it."

 

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The wolves for their part (Luna or Lunar, whichever, they decided) were looking amused mostly. Except for the poor, mortified Erik who was mumbling under his breath and trying his best to regain well, while holding his head back. Raised by a dangerous cult as a fighter, he didn't quite have the best grasp of social mores all the time. He looked over at Nia. "I, um, I'm sorry I announced myself as your lover, Miss Dawnchilde," he said quickly, Luc sighing.

"Erik, just...let it go. Nobody is going to hold it against you unless you don't let them forget it. Alright? Cale and I learned that as kids..." He looked at Rallathia. "Rallathia," he said, all pleasantness through it, his smile fixed back on his handsome face....he decided not to offend or antagonize the prickly princess.

Lysander shrugged delicately, sipping his drink and leaning closer to Bae. "And you have such a lovely name," he added with a pointy grin, his eyes gleaming. "Don't know who wouldn't want to use it, Bae." He winked at her, keeping from slipping into the dialect yet...though he could clearly now do so at the drop of a hat.

"Fill more than your mouth," Aelius returned, kissing Felicity's neck quickly, then patting her back while they looked at Nia and then Rally again. Luc raised his eyebrow. "Oh, splitting up was your idea? Wonderful then...partly, I mean," he looked close, admiring the way she could...get so many details down. "I see she has a plan going here...I'm sending Adrian and Cale, my brother, on that much as well with Safiya and Tawny..." He leaned over to peer close at the map, hearing everything out.

"...Elven renegades as bait?" He asked, looking to Nia, like he was loathe to risk her for something like this...Aelius was delighted at being referred to as 'skilled,' flicking his tail.

'Well, I'm game! And if it's monsters..." Aelius pointed over. "Erik has us covered."

"A-Aelius?"

"Kid, nobody kills monsters like you. Or hunts them. We've seen it, right?" Aeius said. "Give yourself some credit, when you get going...if you could translate that to the bedroom, you'd exhaust Felicity." He tapped Felicity's nose. "Not that I'm taking you LIGHTLY, bluecherry."

"Is sex all some of us think about here?" Cale asked dryly.

"Mmmhmm," Adrian responded. "...Luc and I handle battle plans usually, so we can put all this...means we've got the night if everyone wants to occupy things."

"Meaning Nia and I get some time..." Luc said. "...Tawny, if you're going into danger and separating..." He looked at Nia cautiously to see if an offer was alright by her...knowing she'd do what he wanted, but also wanting her to enjoy it...

Lysander meanwhile ordered another drink. "Well, this seems reasonable." He saluted Bae with a grin. "So, here's to group dynamics, hm?"

 

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Ugh, Rally sometimes forgot how very horny the other Renegades got. She never forgot it when it came to Felicity, who wouldn't stop making it known. But usually she could count on Niallill to be at least a little levelheaded. The high elf kept looking at Lucian like she wanted to melt into his arms, and it was all too easy to picture that beautiful elfen maid bouncing upon the strong human's hard member, likely quivering as she gave herself fully to him. That the two happened to quite obviously be in love added some to the image in the princess's mind. not that she'd have to struggle if she wanted to picture Felicity and Aelius, who were both obviously enamored and possessing of a very different, more casual relationship. Was it so awful that part of Rally wondered what that would be like as well?

She brushed it aside, knowing that at least someone needed to be focused on the task at hand here. To their credit, both Wolves and Renegades circled the topic back to the matter at hand. And it would be foolish not to pretend that sex wasn't completely out of the plan: Zafah's patron was well known for his proclivities, and Zafah had informed everyone that she'd be just as bad if she stumbled backward into the situation. That was part of the hope with throwing in the Wolves as well as their added strength: the mixture of sexualities should make them a little more resilient on the whole. Plus, they were remarkably competent.

Enough so that Rally didn't mind a certain aspect. She nodded; "It's well known that demons, monsters and the like have proclivities toward targeting elves, particularly elfish females. So by putting those of us possessing elfish blood at the forefront, we offer more of a distraction. Mixing in various clerics and those of a more, ah, sexual bend should draw more attention..."

There was a beat where Aelius mentioned monsters and Erik, and several heads turned to look toward him. Rally went to the right conjecture: she figured that Erik must be good at killing them. Unfortunately, Felicity and Bae immediately went the exact opposite route: clearly Erik would be excellent bait for female monsters, which painted pictures that had both of the hornier of the Renegades flushing. Tawny's head tilted in visible confusion. Nia seemed to take a bit, looking at everyone, waiting, only to have eyes widen.

Felicity still giggled at the mention, rolling her eyes.

Cale's question got a few answers:

"I mean, not all..." said Felicity.
"Only some of the time," muttered a flushing Tawny.
"What? I---I would---no---of course---" stammered a guilty Rally.
Nia just flushed, while Bae looked as if she were considering the question.

Rally tried to gather things up again: "So long as we get a good idea of everyone's strengths, we should be in a good position. I don't think I necessarily have to hold you all back if, ah, you want to have some more..." she gestured, again flushing pink, "bonding... opportunities."

"Awesome!" chirped Felicity, clapping her hands. "So I already called dibs on Cale, obviously Nia and Luc gotta do their whole couply thing, Aelius should totally pop Bae," she leaned back ,"she's practically begging for it," leaned forward, "oh, and Lysander's clearly vibing that way, so maybe toss him in. Tawny gets to claw up the new guy, 'cuz she's been lookin' at him like he's made of catnip," Felicity ignored the "what? I have not" and the "crikey, ain'tcha---" to keep going: "Which leaves... Adrian and Rally," she paused, then grinned as she looked at those two. "Damn, I didn't even plan the half-orc and the elf. Kinda wish I could watch that."

Just in case anyone thought Rally couldn't get pinker, Nia couldn't shuffle down into her seat more, or Tawny couldn't start clawing a table...

well, there was little underestimating Felicity's overactive fantasies or imagination, or the fact that maybe one out of her entire listing of couples would likely follow through (and that was the one who were already established).

 

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The Wolves, for their part, had not forgotten how horny the Renegades could get, not remotely. Aelius was even encouraging that with Felicity, the Tiefling equivalent of playing footsies under the table while his tail wrapped around and tapped hers. Lucian was holding close to Nia, especially after Erik's little mishap. The leader of the wolves gave Rally a grin there, unaware of the...rather naughty messages passing through her mind. Rally, of course, was an elegant princess and Luc was nothing if not diplomatic. Most of the others were not exactly monks either.

Well, okay, Tawny WAS a monk. But not a very abstinent one.

Even then, the measure of factors did not escape the Wolves at the moment. Luc was indeed remembering Zafah (all of Zafah, in fact)..,and her patron the bastard "ex" who had roped her back in. It made Lucian's wolfish instincts flare, his eyes practically turning yellow...there wasn't any blame to be given to Zafah in this, he thought to himself. Not when she had struggled as she had, fighting the addictions of her powers and her patron...

Lysander had told them what that could be like. Resisting could be hard...the same for Erik, with his own otherworldly pacts that ensured his abilities. "IS that well known?" Lucian asked, looking at the others, seeing them shrugging a bit. "I mean, have we noticed that monsters go for elves on the more regular?"

"I have read some studies of it," Lysander said with a casual shrug. "Truthfully, some of the scientific methods used to produce the conclusions don't quite sound very thorough. Usually it's a matter of grudges and- "

"Aren't you proof of that, though?" Erik asked innocently. Lysander lifted his tail and grinned.

"My MOTHER was a dragon and any 'going after' from my father....well, they're quite happily married, thank you." He paused to survey the Renegades about, with every Renegade looking at the handsome lad. Erik grinned nervously, shuffling his feet.

"I'm, uh...I'm good with monsters! I know how to handle them!" He said, probably not doing much to dispel Felicity and Bae's thoughts before Cailan spoke up.

"Felicity also thinks of stealing things, sweets and her friends!" Aelius added as he kissed her cheek. "I mean, who are WE all to judge, gentlemen?"

He caught the sighs at that, Cailan pursing his lips. "I am a representative of divine Sune! It's in my faith- "

"MMMHMM."

"The act of love honors- "

"MMMMMMMHMMMMM,' Aelius returned...while pegging Rally as 'horny and repressed princess,' while Luc took over again.

"...Does she think she's the leader?" Erik whispered to Tawny with a look at Rally. "Ade told me you were, Miss Amblecrown?" The mention of the rest made him snap back up.

"Awww, Bluecherry, away for so long and you're not even inviting me with Cale? He's good!" Aelius said with a teasing pout, evidently fine with whatever Felicity might want. Cailan was blinking.

"...She makes it seem so logical."

"That's how her mind works. She's good at this," Lucian said simply.

"Am I getting out of this?"

"Probably not," Luc admitted. Cailan didn't look remotely perturbed or put off by the prospect of spending time with Felicity...or any of them.

Erik looked at Tawny nervously. "You, uh...you want to..."claw me up?" I...is that a metaphor for sparring? Because I can hold my own!" He said with an eager look at her, Lysander hiding a snicker as he leaned back to see Bae.

"I take it her imagination...runs away with her often?" He asked Bae as he ordered another drink, lifting it to the dark elf.

Adrian looked at Rally. "...It goes without saying, but, uh, nobody's obligated on anything here..."

Lucian was looking at Nia, with the clear and obvious. 'I think we should diffuse this' expression. "....Promise we'll have time alone?" He said with a little grin, kissing the side of her mouth. "Would never let any harm befall you either, Niallil, I promise..." He glanced over to Tawny, making sure things were okay with her and Nia before any offers...

Lysander smirked at Bae. "Oi, me mates might be actin' like proper drongos, but nobody's fixin' to pash if they don't gotta."

"Show off."

"In words of immortality, Cailan, 'Don't be hating.'"

 

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Strangely, Lysandar's detailed mention of his family life was what got Bae's attention the most. Oh, she definitely noticed Felicity being Felicity and essentially assigning everyone fuck buddies for the incoming duration. But she figured that Rally and Tawny would do enough protesting in general, and Nia already looked about ready to pop (which, let's face it, was quite adorable if you were remotely interested in the pretty little high elf, which Bae was). But there was something in the almost casual way that Lysander mentioned a loving relationship between two very disparate beings that caught Bae's attention. The dragon-elf had already been somewhat interesting from the start, one of those odd hybrids not unlike Tawny herself (though half-Tabaxi were so prevalent that they were practically a punchline). But Bae had figured that to be some sort of rape situation, or something like Tawny's where one party was clearly more an aggressor. This was... more interesting than that.

On the other hand, Tawny was fighting snorts as the Wolves came to realizations: "It's not think, Erik," she said, meeting the newcomer's gaze straight on. There wasn't any challenge there, or recrimination, just... acceptance. Tawny could sometimes lead, but she also knew she wasn't the fastest on her feet when it came to planning, and, well, Rally wasn't just born to it: she thrived in it. "Except in matchmaking: obviously Felicity takes lead there."

"She does not!" insisted Rally, who had caught the last, if only because Tawny had addressed it more aloud. "And she can't just go around handing out her friends and companions like... like we're party favors!"

"Kinda comes off more like sharing the loot, actually," offered Tawny with a shrug and a half smile.

"Or splittin' up for th' rumble," added Bae, before smirking at Lysander. "An' this ain't nothin', mate. Ya should read 'er work sometime. Got some o' th' descriptions from th' best kinda sources," she winked, glad her own dark skin was holding her own flushes. This wouldn't be the first time that Felicity had suggested the drow bed someone. About one third of the options ran like hell: Bae was still a drow, after all. Another third chickened out when they got too close. And with the last... Bae usually bailed herself. Too much drow thought or not enough kink or who knew what.

Nia breathed a nearly soft moan in elfish as her lover lightly kissed her, before closing violet eyes, already knowing that she'd have to play peacemaker... again. She took a breath, looking around. "Now, we know that---"

But Felicity was already leaning over the table, not caring that she was practically crawling over it like a courtesan, as she slid a rather ornate looking key toward Adrian. "That's to Rally's chastity belt! You're gonna need it."

Nia stopped midword, utterly frozen as she paled, all the heat draining from her.
Bae swallowed her next gulp of ale so hard she started visibly choking.
Tawny slapped her own mouth so hard to stop the laughter that she backhanded her entire chair over.
Rally gawped at the key as if she recognized it at first, before looking at Felicity with eyes that spoke of murder and thunder.

Felicity tapped the table, then propped her head up on a shoulder, looking to Cale while flicking her tail. "So, you wanna get a room or should we just do it behind the bar or something?"