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- Mar 4, 2012
There were serveral hits posted since the conflict fo the necromanver war seemed to be spreading. though most jobs invlove hunting own well gaurded generals that were stationed on other continants. still there was the matter of local elf tirbes int he woods attacking supply routes and slaying demonic mercenaries, what had before the body gurad of choice for merchants in these dangerous times. the leader of one group of these elves was Maryel. a local merchant who had been attacked by her tribe was willing to pay a good 2000 gil for her death, but the letch also offered a good 4000 for her capture.
Maryel coached down under the shade of a nearby lean-to while fanning her sweaty body with a large dried leaf. the shapely elven huntress looked over the spoils she hand her tribe had collected from their last raid on the merchant trails. such rare treasures not of the woods but of the city folk. but still, treasures were not her motivation, keeping the merchants from trespassing through their lands was the true motive behind the raids. Wondering Gypsy-folk had shared tales with her people about the war that was spreading and everywhere weapons where being transported forests would fall. She couldn't let that happen to the homeland of her proud people. She sighed still fanning her body, her scanty body-hugging tunic clung to her sweaty body, she knew it was the season when Naryu females were most fertile. How the young elf hungered for a mate, but she couldn't think of that now, she had her tribe to look after.
She looked around the camp and took and silent head count of all members of her tribe. and all were account for, excent for Lyla, her young sister.
Lyla bent over at the waist to splash some cool water on her face. she had left her sister's camp and hiked to the nearby stream to escape the heat and have some time to herself. the shapely young elf was clad in a simple tunic that virtually did nothing to conceal the natural allure of her nubile body. the elf straightened and slashed cool water on her sweaty tanned skin. her wet sandy-blond hair waist length clung her naked back and down to her waist. she splashed some water on her chest letting the cool water flow in between her ample breasts and down her shapely thighs. she sighed. she still felt hot, she sighed as she walked deeper into the water, up her her waist. she was of age and her body ached for a mate but still she new none of the men in her tribe would not accept her. she had yet to have slain her own demon. she sighed forlornly. she was not like her sister, she was no leader, no warrior, she just wanted to be loved. but alas she could not go above her tribe's customs. elf blushed as she leaned back against a cool rock in the middle of the stream and reached in between her thigh and moaned as the sought to satisfy her aching loins.
mayel
lyla
(feel free to join as a slaver or assasin)
Maryel coached down under the shade of a nearby lean-to while fanning her sweaty body with a large dried leaf. the shapely elven huntress looked over the spoils she hand her tribe had collected from their last raid on the merchant trails. such rare treasures not of the woods but of the city folk. but still, treasures were not her motivation, keeping the merchants from trespassing through their lands was the true motive behind the raids. Wondering Gypsy-folk had shared tales with her people about the war that was spreading and everywhere weapons where being transported forests would fall. She couldn't let that happen to the homeland of her proud people. She sighed still fanning her body, her scanty body-hugging tunic clung to her sweaty body, she knew it was the season when Naryu females were most fertile. How the young elf hungered for a mate, but she couldn't think of that now, she had her tribe to look after.
She looked around the camp and took and silent head count of all members of her tribe. and all were account for, excent for Lyla, her young sister.
Lyla bent over at the waist to splash some cool water on her face. she had left her sister's camp and hiked to the nearby stream to escape the heat and have some time to herself. the shapely young elf was clad in a simple tunic that virtually did nothing to conceal the natural allure of her nubile body. the elf straightened and slashed cool water on her sweaty tanned skin. her wet sandy-blond hair waist length clung her naked back and down to her waist. she splashed some water on her chest letting the cool water flow in between her ample breasts and down her shapely thighs. she sighed. she still felt hot, she sighed as she walked deeper into the water, up her her waist. she was of age and her body ached for a mate but still she new none of the men in her tribe would not accept her. she had yet to have slain her own demon. she sighed forlornly. she was not like her sister, she was no leader, no warrior, she just wanted to be loved. but alas she could not go above her tribe's customs. elf blushed as she leaned back against a cool rock in the middle of the stream and reached in between her thigh and moaned as the sought to satisfy her aching loins.
mayel
lyla
(feel free to join as a slaver or assasin)