VikingWitch
Of all the witches working... I'm the worst.
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2021
- Location
- The North
To be a part of a guild is not so special, especially when you were just the bodies going out and doing the jobs that others would rather not. The adventurers knew this but if the gold was good and if they could get a few pints in the meantime, well, it would be worth it. This group was just doing a simple extermination job. Giant rats had taken up residence in a marshy village. Usually, the typical traps would work on them, but they were becoming wise and the infestation was too overwhelming to deal with, especially since a baby had been snatched from its crib. So they took the job, not their first and not their last.
The party rode on a near-deserted road, only a few other carts and horsemen past them on the way to their destination. Two people rode ahead of a gypsy wagon, one of them was a paladin, Finnian Ralle, decked in her silver armor and red cape with her family crest emblazoned in the center. She kept her long blonde hair out of her face in a tight braid. Her normally stern face was set in a calm expression, except for a blush that spread across her cheeks and nose. Behind them, the other women had the luxury of not getting aching thighs thanks to the gift that was given to the tiefling that drove the wagon.
They rode in the driver’s seat of the wagon, which was a trusty place of shelter and transportation. As if a succubus made flesh, the driver sat proud and bright, a quite striking sight, holding the reins with clawed hands to pull the two cart horses. Her skin was a bright red, her head was topped with wild, long, and dark waves of hair and ram horns that looped around her pointed ears. At the moment, she smiled and sang with a toothy smile, fangs on the top and bottom rows of her teeth. She also had her tail that she kept tucked behind her, but it waved excitedly as the two played around, though she was careful to keep the three bony spikes away from them both. The last prominent feature was her vivid green eyes that looked almost ethereal to look at. This was Absinthe Novrun, named after her strange eyes, and she took after her strange name in more ways than one.
Her passenger was a young faun woman who lazily played the violin next to her. She had shorter reddish brown hair, smaller horns that poked from her bouncy russet curls, and doe eyes that charmed most anyone. She tapped her cloven feet against the boards of the wagon with the song she was playing. The faun's lower half was covered in caramel-colored fur, and a short, tufted tail twitched and bounced behind her. This was Hollia Faurvus, a gifted bard who enjoyed playing and playing more than just her violin.
The two had been childhood friends, well, more like teenage friends. The two met in different gypsy caravans that soon met up and stuck together ever since. The two were a bit different from each other, Absinthe preferring the indulgences of the world, and Hollia just wanting to have fun and keep close to her friend. They met up with the two others a while ago, had it been a few months already? They couldn’t remember, but they enjoyed their company and they loved teasing their two serious party members when possible. Such as now as they sang a rather raunchy bar song, the wagon seeming to jingle in celebration with them.
“Saber had her lovers, they came in at every door.
You could even say that she was really quite a whore,
but when she needs some pleasing, she knows just where to go.
I grab my good friend Madam Rouge and we go down below!
And it's Twiddle ee ai dee ai dee ai!
Twiddle ee ai dee ei!
It's often times a man will leave you broken with dismay!
And it's Twiddle ee ai dee ai dee ai!
Twiddle ee ai dee ei!
There's other things to twiddle when the men have sailed away!”
The two couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, even as they rocked along the road. They continued to loudly sing and play, not minding the odd looks or the reprimanding glances from the two that led the way.
The party rode on a near-deserted road, only a few other carts and horsemen past them on the way to their destination. Two people rode ahead of a gypsy wagon, one of them was a paladin, Finnian Ralle, decked in her silver armor and red cape with her family crest emblazoned in the center. She kept her long blonde hair out of her face in a tight braid. Her normally stern face was set in a calm expression, except for a blush that spread across her cheeks and nose. Behind them, the other women had the luxury of not getting aching thighs thanks to the gift that was given to the tiefling that drove the wagon.
They rode in the driver’s seat of the wagon, which was a trusty place of shelter and transportation. As if a succubus made flesh, the driver sat proud and bright, a quite striking sight, holding the reins with clawed hands to pull the two cart horses. Her skin was a bright red, her head was topped with wild, long, and dark waves of hair and ram horns that looped around her pointed ears. At the moment, she smiled and sang with a toothy smile, fangs on the top and bottom rows of her teeth. She also had her tail that she kept tucked behind her, but it waved excitedly as the two played around, though she was careful to keep the three bony spikes away from them both. The last prominent feature was her vivid green eyes that looked almost ethereal to look at. This was Absinthe Novrun, named after her strange eyes, and she took after her strange name in more ways than one.
Her passenger was a young faun woman who lazily played the violin next to her. She had shorter reddish brown hair, smaller horns that poked from her bouncy russet curls, and doe eyes that charmed most anyone. She tapped her cloven feet against the boards of the wagon with the song she was playing. The faun's lower half was covered in caramel-colored fur, and a short, tufted tail twitched and bounced behind her. This was Hollia Faurvus, a gifted bard who enjoyed playing and playing more than just her violin.
The two had been childhood friends, well, more like teenage friends. The two met in different gypsy caravans that soon met up and stuck together ever since. The two were a bit different from each other, Absinthe preferring the indulgences of the world, and Hollia just wanting to have fun and keep close to her friend. They met up with the two others a while ago, had it been a few months already? They couldn’t remember, but they enjoyed their company and they loved teasing their two serious party members when possible. Such as now as they sang a rather raunchy bar song, the wagon seeming to jingle in celebration with them.
“Saber had her lovers, they came in at every door.
You could even say that she was really quite a whore,
but when she needs some pleasing, she knows just where to go.
I grab my good friend Madam Rouge and we go down below!
And it's Twiddle ee ai dee ai dee ai!
Twiddle ee ai dee ei!
It's often times a man will leave you broken with dismay!
And it's Twiddle ee ai dee ai dee ai!
Twiddle ee ai dee ei!
There's other things to twiddle when the men have sailed away!”
The two couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, even as they rocked along the road. They continued to loudly sing and play, not minding the odd looks or the reprimanding glances from the two that led the way.
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