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This was a time like no others, rich in opportunity and danger, even as ancient and inhuman dangers rise up to threaten the civilized realms of humanity. Still, hope can be won by great deeds, done for glory, honor, power or wealth, can be accomplished only in such times as these, as chaos grips the lands, letting new hero's rise, to forge for themselves new sagas and legends. But, danger lurks around every corner.

On the boarders, bandits and criminals grow in number, taking up their weapons and laying siege to the common people, carrying off livestock and grain, reaping a harvest of farmers from the fields. From the deep, forgotten places, ancient horrors, long though dead or imprisoned until the end of the earth, as slipping past cracks in their cages, spilling forth horror and primal savagery as they do so. Even the dead are restless, rising from shallow graves, a dark voice from the desert calling them to shed the blood of the living, and heed the call of the grave.

For the risks are many and grave, but so two are the possible rewards. Now, to glory!
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Celina

It would be the early hours of the morning, as the river birds began to sing, even as the sun had yet to rise from the east, though soon enough, as dawn broke, your condition, on the southern reaches of Shem, on the banks of the river Styx, the water to your south, desert to your north, rising gently like a wave, as you've made your way east, towards the fishing village of Fish.

Still, behind you, there is the terror of the Red Sands, cruel men worshiping a demon of blood and death, and offering up captives in brutal and grizzly sacrifice. Still, for the moment you have escaped them.

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Fianna

You have been walking the road of kings, the great road leading through much of the Hyborian world, as you travel southwards, almost through the mountainous realm of Khoraja, with Shem spread out before you to the south, though it is still a day through the passes, more if something happens.

Still, you are inside a warm inn, there there is warmth, no snow, and best of all? Ale to drink as long as you have the coin.


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Ceana

By chance, you are in the same in as the Vanir woman, though your own story is one of exile and contempt, of hidden sneers and jeers, of social pressure and willing abidcation off all that made you who you were. Still, as you travel southwards, there is time, before the journey begins, after a full nights rest.

Of course, who knows exactly what could happen in a place like this? So.. sleepy and mundane?

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Nikotris the Beloved

While your duties at the temple have a place of rest, there is often time to spend the nights in the home you grew in, a familiar warmth pressed to your side, a familiar scent in your nostrils. Your brothers, Kha'y scent, mingled thoroughly with that of your coupling the night before, his hands around your waist and stomach, his man hood pressed to her buttocks, as he continued to sleep.
 
Celina raises from her bedroll and collects her things, sighing lightly. She looks in the direction she came, only seeing her donkey standing by a large tree, looking at her plainly. Shuddering at the thought of what's following her, she takes the donkey's rope and begins walking at a brisk but comfortable pace ever eastward.
 
Fresh from a sleep so deep that the dead would be jealous, Fianna emerged from her sleeping place and stretched her powerful body, arms raised above her head as she arched her back, straining the leather harness that wrapped around her chest and stomach. While she intended to keep travelling the Road of Kings, there was a more pressing matter that no person would dare abandon; breakfast. A proper morning meal was essential, and could last all day, if the day proved uneventful.

Seeking out the kitchen, she placed her order, voice still gruff from waking up parched. "A hearty meal, if you'd be so kind." She thought for a moment, realizing that she wasn't in Vanaheim anymore, and so added, "And an equally hearty ale."
 
Celina

With your donkey, loaded up with the supplies and gear that you possessed, you are making your way along the road, and so far, though the clouds are beginning to gather in the east, the day is fine, and none are close by, not on this trail at least.

Spot and Survival check

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Fianna

As you made your way down, the eyes of the men, and it was mostly men of various sorts, from merchants to their guards, and several local farmers and herdsmen, even the handful of women, mostly those dressed in the skimpy, revealing outfits to attract customers, eyes following her movements. Still in the kitchen is a round man, wearing a little white hat and an apron, who looks her up and down, before nodding. "Majet, take our guest to a table!" Gesturing with his ladle, a maid runs up, a smile on her face.

"Please, this way." With that, she would lead the northern warrior to a unoccupied table, and soon returned with a mug of something dark. "Five silvers please."
 
Fianna was used to the gaze of others, and not always for lusty reasons. She was powerfully built, far beyond that of the typical smooth curves of the womanly figure. Beyond that of most men. So yes, she was used to people taking notice. That, and she'd had to dress down since leaving her home. Cold as it was up there, she was used to it. So now she was baring skin because compared to home, everything was just so warm.

The cook motioned for a maid to take her to a table, whom Fianna followed happily. Sitting down, she was soon served a mug of the local product, which she paid for with the five silvers as requested. It was a bit of a contrast to home, where food and drink were free, but then again, she was the daughter of a brewer, and they had their own farm to work with. What she really missed though, were large feasts with plentiful drink and revelry.

"Thank you." She nodded, taking the mug and gulping down about a quarter of it in one go. She had to make it last, but waking up had left her parched.
 
Fianna

The maid took the money with a smile, and soon enough came back with a side of pork, and bread, some cheese and eggs on the side, laid on a platter, and placed it down in front of her, a knife and fork at the ready. Though, as she noted the drinking, she smiled, and bowed her head, leaving her to the meal.

Spot and Listen check
 
Nikotris smiled as she woke, feeling content. She found that always slept better at her family home. It was a place of peace where she knew she was loved. Her brother's cock resting in the cleft of her buttocks was proof of that love. Even after all the lovers she had been with in her fifteen floodings alive, Kha'y remained her favorite. Nikotris gently rubbed his tool with her ass, hoping to make him stir one way or another.

"Wake up, sleepyhead... "
 
Nikotris

He was but a year older then her, a man of sixteen years, and a vintner of some small skill, though good enough to be spoken of. Still, as his sisters ass rubbed on his tool, nestled between her cheeks, his serpent stirred first, twitching, a faint drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, as he murmurs into her ear. "Ah, but the sun has not yet risen my beloved sister..."

As he spoke, his hands moved, brushing her sides, back and forth, up and down.
 
Ceana entered the inns taproom soon after Fianna, already dressed for travel. Much of her wiry and toned limbs was on open display as she only wore scnat metal armor barely covering her groin and her bosom. As used as she was to her frigid home in the north the warmer south hardly warranted any more clothing, and there was also cool calculation behind that state of dress as many a man would be distracted by that sight. Maybe only for a second, but a second can be a long time in battle. Besides that her attire was completed by her pair of boots, the heavy sword on her back and her bag.

Shem lay ahead, only a day or two until she would enter the desert lands, the end of the first part of her journey. Initially all she had wanted to do was to get away, to see foreign wonders, to gather fame and riches. That left her wandering quite aimless, though, which in turn was not a state she was comfortable with. And so she had remembered the Shemite merchant who for years had braced the long journey into Cimmeria, and who together with his wares had brought tales of his wondrous homeland. He even had taught those interested bits and pieces of his native tongue, rapid and flowing compared to the somber heavy tones of Cimmerian.

And since one destination was as good as another Ceana had decided for herself that Shem she would visit first, to see the wonders of the warm south. Now, though, she needed to eat and to drink, and maybe stock up on rations. So she headed straight towards the inn keeper behind his counter.
 
"It's not the sun that I care is risen, brother."

To further explain herself, Nikotris reached behind her and grasped his shaft. It felt huge in her hand. Kha'y was a large man, tall and muscular, and his tool was more than suited for him. He dwarfed his sister who was smaller than most Stygian women. Still she had no issue handling the mightiest cocks in Luxur, whether on man or beast. And right now she wanted her brother's.
 
Ceana

Much like the Vanir woman before her, there was much attention, given by men and the rare woman alike, though several of the guards with seems to narrow their eyes, faces blank, as they watch her move, some more unfriendly then others, though none move to intercept her, leaving her be, at least this early in the morning. Still, the Innkeeper, looks friendly enough as you approach, and speaks in his friendly, if bellowing voice. "Ah, honored guest, how may this one help you?"

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Nikotris

Closer to six feet tall, and built like an ox, Kha'y had a tool to match, eleven inches long, and almost two wide, his tool rose from it's half slumber. as he chuckled, a low rumbling, though still smooth, as his hands brushed her sides and breasts, cock hardening under her touch, twitching and warm, with faint moisture on the cock.

Still, he does not speak, instead focuses on her body, hands moving over her body.
 
The meal set before her certainly looked like it would fill her up, something that the woman would concede would be worth those five silvers. Though it did give her pause as she thought about ways to make a little coin for herself to sustain her travels. With the maid leaving her to eat, she was all too happy to tear in, taking mighty bites as she would at a feast. The vanir weren't known for table manners, after all. But still, she kept her wits about her, as her silent meal made it easy for her to let her eyes and ears wander. Perhaps she would hear of something that could make for an adventure.

Spot = Roll 10 + Skill 7 = 17
Listen = Roll 19 + Skill 3 = 22
 
Ceana is used to return friendliness in kind, and so she does smile back at the inn keeper.

"A nourishing breakfast would be most welcome. And something to drink. A big mug of milk, if you have, or a jar of fresh water, if not."

The female fighter had never fully comprehended the male's love of ale. That brew only dampened her mind and slowed her body, why would she ever voluntarily drink such? She preferred the energy of milk or the vitalizing freshness of clear water any day.
 
Fianna

As she listened, she heard rumors, that the Stygians are in an uproar, that there are omens of the death and darkness, and that from the east, and ary of the dead is on the march, though it is still a month away, perhaps longer if the rainy season sends storms to delay their progress. Still, as you see no danger, you do manage to hear another rumor, of bandits gathering in the roads ahead, and of a demonic warrior calling himself the Axe of the Red Sands, seeking victims to slaughter.

That pales of course, to the hushed whispers, followed by signs against evil, that the fearsome Grobi chieftain Karstag Childeater has come out of hiding, and is riding north with his band of bloodthirsty and cruel riders, and already in some nearby villages, children have gone missing.

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Ceana

The man nods, and smiles, and turning around, shouts out an order, in rapid fire Shemite, and there is a brief return that sounds vaguely insulting, before he smiles. "Ah yes, honored guest. Majet! This honored guest requires a table!" With such, the maid walks up, and a smile on her face, would lead her to the same table as the Vanir, the only one not completely filled. Still, she would return with a clay mug of water, and smiled. "Three silvers please."
 
Ceana paid for the mealand the drink, wondering similar to Fianna how she might start to replenish her funds soon. The business part taken car of she follows the maid and soon enough sits down at the table across the Vanir woman.

"A good day to you. I am Ceana."

Accompanying her greeting with a smile she finally begins to eat, slowly and methodically.
 
"My greetings. I am Fianna of Vanaheim." She introduced herself proudly, not that her red hair gave away her heritage or anything. Looking at her, it seemed that the table had become reserved for women of powerful form. Not that she minded, even if the one seated with her was Cimmerian. Their people weren't usually terribly friend to one another. But, as travelers, they could set aside the squabbles of their people.

More pressing matters were in her head though. Bandits, the undead, a demonic warrior, and a child-eater. Only being one woman, it was hard to choose which to go after first. The most pressing one seemed to be the Grobi though. On the other hand, the Axe of the Red Sands sounded like a brutal fight worthy of song. Choices were hard.
 
"Well met, Fianna of Vanaheim" Ceana replied, friendly even. Sharing the sentiment of the other she saw little use in emphasizing the historical enemity of their people in this place so far from home. Their problems might actually be similar, coming to think of it.

Taking another bite out of the chunk of cheese on her plate she added "So what brings you to these faraway lands?".
 
Spot Check
Roll:1d20+4=16
Survival Check
Roll: 1d20+2=18


Celina continues to make her way east, staying in the shade where possible.
 
"Adventure!" She declared to the question, as if that was all the reason she needed. Which was true. Fianna's people may have been a bit simple-minded and bull-headed, but that came with a certain clarity of purpose that few people had. How was far less important than the goal when it came to her desires.

She took another large gulping helping of her mug, washing down the majority of her meal. She'd be done soon, and would be able to go investigate those missing children. Or if fate smiled on her, go put an end to it. "Yourself?" She asked, giving Ceana a chance to speak, not that Fianna's short replies made it hard for others to get a word in edgewise.
 
"Curiosity"

Her verbosity easily matched that of Fianna. And Ceana currently had no inclination to divulge any more of her motivations.

"And, found any adventure so far?" The question seemed genuine enough, almost as if she herself would welcome a change of pace as well.
 
Fianna didn't mind at all that her tablemate was short-spoken. Blunt words were a lovely thing compared to the duplicitous speech of more manipulative people. "Aye... There is much to do, it seems." She nodded, tearing into the last few bites of her pork, taking the time to chew it up and swallow before speaking. "Most urgent I'd wager, is a foul chieftain stealing away the young. Karstag Childeater. It is happening nearby. And I shall put an end to it."
 
"An ambitious project" Ceana commented casually as she took another bite of her bread. After her long wandering some practice withher sword would do her good,although she was not sure even the two of them could take on a whole tribe. "Maybe one that requires some assistance. What do you know about that chieftain or his tribe?"
 
Fianna thought for a few moments. Company. Not exactly unwelcome, but an idea that she needed to mull over a bit. As long as Ceana was friendly and honorable, it wouldn't really be a problem. "Right now. All I know is that they are Grobi, and that the band favors riders. Striking them at their encampment would be favorable." She didn't really have much of a chance of chasing down riders, so attacking them where they couldn't run was definitely the better option. Fianna wasn't much of a rider herself.
 
Ceana nodded. She would prefer to force a melee engagement on them as well. Though she still was a bit confused by the others apparent carelessness, she didnot consider a whole tribe a trivial adversary.

"And you know where that camp is? Or how large the tribe?"
 
"I know neither of these things." She admitted without shame. It wasn't like she was going to be fighting them immediately. Fianna had to track them down, scout their numbers, figure out where and when they were striking... Plenty to do. But the individual steps did not matter so much as the end result she was seeking. It was less fool-hardy, and more bull-headed, believing that she would deal with the issue at hand despite the lack of knowledge. Knowledge could be found, after all.
 
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