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It's a busy night in Blackseed's central square. There's a festival going on, though the occasion is somewhat nebulous. The denizens of the infamous "free town of adventurers" are always finding an excuse to throw a party, typically involving attempts to separate visitors from their coin. Loud music can be heard thrumming from the Ochre Ogre Inn & Tavern.

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Right now you gallant lot are busy enjoying yourself in whichever manner of your choice. The tavern itself is packed full with people, the tables crowded with vagabonds eating and drinking, the servers working double time to keep everyone with flagon in hand and trying to prevent the mess from getting too out of control.

Ingwe himself, the burly golden lion-man, is busy roaring with laughter and sliding his specially mixed brews down the counter to those who would dare to sample them.

On one side of the hall is a stage surrounded by an area of dance floor. Currently several musicians are busy cranking out suitable celebratory rhythms, including one notable figure in bronze armor thrashing vigorously on a customized lute.

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There are also several semi-professional dancers on the stage. Other folk are busy getting their groove on down on the floor.

In the back of the tavern is another room for those who want a bit less noise and physical action; this is the gaming hall, and it is slightly less crowded, but still bustling with dice rolling and card dealing.

At the entrance to the tavern proper and the entrance to the back room are the establishment's bouncers: a pair of iron golems bearing the maker's mark of the Stronghammer Smithy.

Outside there is less raucous revelry... some people are on the patio tables quietly eating, and some are dancing and making music in the plaza. One intrepid amateur alchemist is trying to set off homemade fireworks. Another golem keeps an eye on the square. There are no real laws in the town to require a police force, but the constructs have instructions to break up any fights that get out of hand and might damage town property.

Up some stone stairs from the plaza is the Stronghammer Smithy, open extra late tonight to take of any drunken customers who might want to impulsively buy a cheaply made good luck bauble.

Down the alley behind the tavern is the notorious Curiosity Shop. The lights are off, to keep casual alleyway wanderers away, but the door is likely open and the shopkeeper in, as Amethyst isn't known to be one for living it up.

And of course, immediately across from the tavern is the massive stone temple to Bast. Oddly quiet, as the townsfolk know that despite it is still a place of worship, not a party hall itself, even though Bast does endorse parties quite readily. That's just the inside, though. The outside is still covered in graffiti as the rest of the buildings in town.

Beyond that, well... there might be a few other places of interest in town for those interested in poking around it's less prominent corners.

Or you could just head back to the outskirts, and the abandoned lots that serve as semi-permanent homes for the town's adventuring community.

Either way, your Awesome Sexy Adventure is about to begin!
 
As the Group, despite Izzy’s suggestions, they hadn’t yet decided on a name for themselves yet, drew closer to the beacon of activity that was the center of the town, the Goblin PRISTAH pretty much seemed to be the one driving them along

She was the shortest of the 4, including that lovely gnome back there…

Yet she was the only one who was riding of course, and not like a lady at all, her ride was what most might mistake for a big black dog or even a wolf, in truth, both were slightly off, since it was actually her beloved Dire Wolf Pup, BoneGnawer; black as the night itself, with glowing ghostly green eyes and growing quite respectably despite its rather runty past, the armor adding to this slightly intimidating look, probably any peasant that met them wouldn’t stay too close, even if it was light and mostly made of rings, the blood red barding still looked good against the black fur in her humble opinion, but anyone with some experience with animals would probably noticed it still had a more puppy-like proportions than it should, bigger eyes and ears than normally, a slightly shorter snout that seemed to be in a perpetual smile, even if it showed big ivory fangs and of course the tail wagging along behind

Also, she was the second best armored of the bunch, from heavy boots to the thick Breast Plate, which didn’t showed nearly enough cleavage for her taste, but then again, she’d probably prefer to keep those puppies safe too, finishing the assemble with heavy Shoulder Pads and Gauntlets, the right one much heavier than the right one, adorned with spikes and long, wicked claws in each finger; the whole assemble in a mixture of scratched blood reds and chipped copper, showing they had seen battle many times

Carrying a heavy shield to match, painted blood red and engraved with copper details suggesting: spiders, snakes and bats, nothing surprising from a Goblin, since they all like those nasty things and cruel animals, but resting close at hand, held on to the Military Saddle she had for her beast, there was an impressively long and heavy looking weapon, wicked both in design and application, the shaft as long as a long spear, at the bottom a heavy pommel to balance the thing a bit, carved in the shape of snake coiling around it, ending in a sharp tail with what seemed to be a sting, to make it easier when bracing is needed, atop of this however was the head of what could only be described as something akin to a claw hammer, the blunt end crafted to resemble some sort of monstrosity roaring, maybe it was supposed to be a worg or some other monster, with multiple rows of teeth, and from its head spikes and horns grew, two particularly sharp ones, one facing upwards, almost as if the damn thing was part unicorn too, and one coming from the back of its head, turning downwards in what almost seemed like a claw, this was the Green Skin version of a Lucerne Hammer

As she rode forward, red blood pigtails waving slightly in the night breeze, Izzy smiled for herself in satisfaction and interest, sharp fangs making it look slightly more feral than what she had originally meant, dancing and drinking seemed like a good prospect for a first night in town, it had been a while since she had made dear Zethelda dance for her, as she thought about that, the metal claws of her gauntlet went to the front of her saddle, where the two lengths of chains were firmly held, absentmindedly playing with the links, making them ring amongst themselves

These two chains would be probably the main reason anyone would think her in charge as they entered the Town Square, for each of them drew out of her mount and lazily but surely made its way towards the beautiful and delicate necks of two of her companions, binding them to her with collars of warm leather and cold iron:

The Innocent Zazy on her left and the Shy Zethelda, Zelda for short, on her right

This wasn’t the way they always traveled but the Townfolk wouldn’t know that, the naughty Goblin Girl had ordered such an arrangement shortly before they reached the outskirts of town, no discussion allowed, both the Gnome and Elf would know by now she would not allow for discussion in such matters, also of course, she would had made them both wear their scantiest outfit

She stopped for a moment for the group to catch up and for the crowd to get a good look at them first, her own eyes scanning the Square for any signs of interest…



OOC: This will probably sound like a lie, but I'm not usually this longwinded, but I wanted to make a big entrance, hope you guys liked it :heart:

Edit: Ok, fuck it, the url hates me or something, hope links work this way...

Armor: http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3059068

Lucerne Hammer: http://ishutani.deviantart.com/art/Rain-401209842
 
Zethelda didn't needed to be told to wear her scantiest outfit, she only had one and it was scanty enough as it barely covered the most beautiful assets of her luscious figure. She wore only a diminutive leotard over her curvacious body letting the cameltoe pussy and nipples to be clearly seen if one looked close enough and never wore any armor just a few leather accessories to easy her fetishes.

This time mistress had asked her and Zazy to wear a chain attached to their necks before they all entered town, The cold skinned elf was happy to please as this was actually one of her favorite things to do but as Zazy was a bit reluctant as always. Zethelda had to "convince" her as usual rising her body temperature to a comfortable warm she started groping the almost naked body of the gnome. She continued pressing her against herself as she continued to molest her, Zazy had to learn to enjoy obeying Izzy and she was always glad to help with that. Exploring her small body Zethelda then enjoyed a very long intense kiss taking the chance to secure the chain on the small neck of the still rebellious gnome before pulling her lips away. Once done the elf slowly regained her usual cold temperature as she took out her masterwork manacles and cuffed herself despite she wasn't asked to.

Proudly walking next of her mistress with her head up was her way to show how good Izzy was to her and how happy she felt, even her breasts jiggled happily as she swayed her way into town with her long hair whipping her toned ass until they reached the central square. There the music coming from the tavern was so alluring and tempting that Zethelda just felt like dancing for her friends right away, making a show in the heart of town didn't seem like a bad idea at all as everyone seemed so festive and welcoming.
 
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Zazy

It was a confusing time for Zazy.

It had only been a few days ago that she'd mistaken Izzy as a minion of Kraetos, and Zethelda as her prisoner. She and Ater Angelus had struck from ambush to try and slay what they'd mistaken for a vile goblin.

Thank the gods Izzy had proven to be so merciful. The first sign that she'd been mistaken was when Zethelda fought for the goblin. Zethelda's estoc--though a bit painful--had knocked Zazy out rather than killing her.

Then Izzy had healed Zazy's remaining wounds and shown her the beauties of love and pleasure. It was only natural that she become the amazing girl's slave... Wasn't it? It felt so right, but...

But...

A leash? The amethyst haired girl hesitated. "Mistress..." she began, clearly confused.

Then her chain sister's hands were on her body, drawing deep, tender sighes from her soul. Zazy's pink nipples went dusty rose and turgid. She willingly yeilded her lips to her chain sister, nursing on the toher girl's tongue. She felt the chain locked around her neck.

This couldn't be so bad. Her mistress and her chain sister loved her very much, and she them. anything that made them happy couldn't be bad.

Zazy slipped her sheathed spear into her handy haversack and tucked the little bag out of the way. She donned a bikini top made from two silver triangles and some chains. Another chain around her waist held two skimpy stirps of purple silk in place. She used to wear panties under this. Ever since mistress ripped a pair off of her she'd decided she'd rather be... Available, should her mistress bless her by reaching under the loincloth...

That made her so hot!

Zazy pardaded proudly into town, a smile on her lips, her tight, buxom shape on proud display, her chin up to reveal her mistresses collar.

Zazy couldn't remember being so happy.
 
A few people in the square take note of their arrival. One even tries to pop a bottle and spray them with wine, but it doesn't quite work out. For the most part, people are too distracted by the party to care that much, and they're quite jaded against bands of adventurers making an entrance (most of them *are* adventurers who tried to make an entrance at some point or another).

One portly and rather disgusting chap dressed in satin wizard robes does raise his mug at the trio and give them a rather crude glance, and continues to eye all of them intently. He is accompanied by a rather meek looking drow girl with short hair; dressed in similar robes, but of less garish colors, and who has a collar attached to a leash the mage is holding.
 
There is a bit of dissapointment in Izzy's expresion at the lack of entusiasm at their arrival, a soft sound, pretty much close to a sigh escaping her lips as her long ears seem to go down just a little bit, she was expecting to attract a little bit more of attention...

As the dishevel wizard raises his mug at them, the Goblin girl seems to perk up a little bit, although it is more for the sight of the Drow Slave than actually the Fat Spellcaster's regard, a small glint in her big, violet eyes as she smirks back with a slight smugness to the gesture, as if answering with a: 'Oh yeah? I got two'

So she keeps them moving, guiding her Wolf across the Town Square at a slow pace, trying not to stumble with anyone as they make their way to the Tavern, though her mount seems to be friendly enough, more pup than wolf, at least for now, the HYH PRISTAH still has enough Ale on her Water Skin to last her a good while, but prepared drinks are always a plus, besides she wants to catch up with the local rumor mill, to get the lay of the land, so to speak, not to mention she really likes what she hears comming out of there, so she doesn't even bother to dismount as they get in, still dragging the girl along by their chains
 
Zethelda sees around and gets amused on the good mood of the town and how they party is such that makes their entrance goes almost unnoticed but she also feels good on the sight that everyone seems to be welcome here. It seems like a good place to stay for a while.

She giggles at the attempt of spraying with liquor, she wouldn't have minded getting all wet for Izzy perhaps she could have sipped her body but something bubblier than wine would've been better for that, maybe at the tavern... Her thoughts were interrupted then by the sight of a drow walking around in a similar situation to hers though her master didn't seemed as nice, gentle or caring as the good sweet Izzy.

It was simply amazing how high Zethelda regarded Izzy up to he point of believing everything she did was right and that she should be obeyed with the highest consideration. "Oh mistress don't let that man ruin your mood, allow me to cheer you up with a dance" 'Zelda' said while she pressed her self handcuffed hands against her chest making them swell even more under the scanty skintight garment she dared to call a dress.

She was glad Mistress smirked then before leaving towards the tavern, seemed Izzy had the idea she had a while ago and walked towards the tavern dragging both of them or rather dragging the short Zazy, as Zethelda's pace was faster and quick to follow, she even walked ahead to be able to show off what a wonderful mistress she had. Dancing forward at the rhythm of the music Zethelda opened the swinging doors of the bar with her swaying hips to let Izzy walk in.
 
"..." The Little Goblin Girl seemed slightly taken aback by the sudden yell from the Barkeep, even if it only amounted for BoneGnawer to slow down a bit, never quite actually stopping even when already inside, her sharp ears slightly dropping as if confusion, her big eyes and face reflecting the same, her gaze looking around her as if looking for the answer of what it meant, that word, going so far to even repeat it slowly, estrangeness in her very tone "Beasty?"

It suddenly seemed to dawn on her, even though not once had she even tried to look down at her mount, the whole demeaning changing, gazing almost acusatory at the Cat-Creature, expresion quickly softening, figuring he was probably confused about a few things, one couldn't blame him, so she wasn't really mad about it, but now rode with purpose, making a bee line for the Barkeep

"They ain't Beastyz ya silly..." She answered rather dismissively, like it wasn't a big deal, her right, gauntlet hand raising towards 'Zelda' first, then pulling the chain that kept Zazzy close, making her stumble even closer, Izzy loved to make the little Gnome stumble behind her, it made for a rather pleasing show, the Goblin PRISTAH's gaze quickly darting back to the Cat-folk "They just me Snaga"

It took her a second to realize she had used the Goblin word for it, taking a second to correct herself, blushing just a bit as she whispered as an addendum

"Me Slaves, I meanz"
 
"Your wolf, gobbo, you wolf," the lionman growls, clearly losing his patience. The iron golem bouncer steps forward with a threatening clank, read to kick the cleric to the curb.
 
The Little Goblin seemed to be at a loss for a few seconds, staring at the Lionman with a mixture of genuine surprise and confusion, as if wondering how did this lion-thing appeared here in the first place, but actually, just at a loss of what was happening, of course, the words clicked rather abruptly in her head and she finally stared down, almost seeming more surprised now than before, like if the sudden realization that she wasn't actually this tall had hit her, or maybe just that mounts aren't allowed inside civilized buildings...

The HYH PRISTAH had at least the decency to look slightly ashamed, blushing just a bit before looking up at the BarKeep, smiling in embarrasment as she quickly dismounted with a bit of a clatter, both her's and BoneGnawer's Armor echoing in every movement, adjusting her heavy weapon on to the saddle with just as much noise

"Sorry! Silly me" She muttered hastily as she did

Izzy's hands removed the chain holding 'her girls' to the saddle adjusting them on her left hand before focusing on the Pup infront of her, big violet eyes gazing into the Wolf's own, caressing his head with a gentle, paw movement of her gautleted hand before she almost seemed to growl at it, or maybe whine, sounds almost impossible to the humanoid mouth

((In Turth, she whispers "Gnawer, waitz outside" Using one Turn of Speak with Animals))

And without missing a beat, the Dire Wolf Pup yelps once, not specially pleased with the arrangment, he can smell the food, and it's inside, but a glare from his 'momma' convinces him its best to do as she says, rushing outside and waiting by the door, tho of course, pups aren't known for their attention span and staunch discipline

So now, mimicking the motion of dusting her hands off, the Goblin Girl turns to the BarKeep and the Golem with a serene smile, or as serene as it can be in a Goblin Face "All Done!"
 
Mistress must have been really distracted by the celebrations as to forget to dismount Gnawer or not to realize what the bartender was talking about, Zethelda about to say something but interrupted by the sudden pull of the chain. It just made her happy having mistress standing up her that she didn't say anything at all, instead she just swayed her way between Izzy and the golem, sure she most probably wouldn't be a match for it but she just wouldn't let mistress to be harmed at all.

"I'm sorry mistress got confused on your words sir, she didn't mean to do any harm at all..."

Zethelda apologized sincerely to the big mane catfolk while Izzy was taking Gnawer outside and speaking with him. "... please don't stress out... this is a party after all. Now is there any way I could compensate you for the troubles? mistress wont mind" She of course went a little suggestive on him waving her hips as she walked to the bar and leaning on the counter pressing her generous bosom with her arms for him to appreciate just to make him forget about this little incident.

Rolling diplomacy to make him relax (d20+9=13)
 
As the girl's crossed the town, Zazy felt her throat tightening in jealousy. She tried to walk with a sensual roll to her hips and show pride in her mistress. When they entered the tavern, the purple haired girl whispered to Zelda, “That was so beautiful. Please teach me how to dance, chain sister.”

The purpe haired girl started to step up with Zethelda and add social magnitude to the other girl's attempt to pacify the barkeep. She stopped, cheek's flaring, when Zelda grew so bold...
 
The lion rolls his eyes. "Look, you want to compensate, go spend some money. And this is not a 'party' this is a tavern. If you want to cause a ruckus go do it out in the square."

He returns to his dishwashing and drinkpouring, grumbling about "dumbass adventurers".

Watching this spectacle, several of the tavern patrons cheer (though who they are cheering for is unclear, and they obviously completely drunk).

One person, a woman in black at a corner table, takes particular interest and attempts to gesture the group over to her.
 
As the BarKeep withdraws back into his ocupation, the HYH PRISTAH's grows slightly dissapointed, she would had liked to see her 'Chain Sisters', specially against someone as interesting as that big kitty, so she simply sighs before allowing an evil grin to form on her soft lips, deciding that such 'failure' from her servants requires some punishment...

So she quickly pulls at the chains that hold on to both of her 'Snaga', oblivious as the cheering of the other patrons, Izzy procedes to smack Zazy's cheek left first a bit of discipline to cool them off, the steel wrapped hand slamming into the side of the beatiful Gnome's face with enough force to make the skin turn red

"Ya 2 bettah behave!" She whispers cruelly, grinning still as she 're-establishes' order

Without missing a beat the Goblin's hand struck the sultry elf's rear, the unmistakable dry sound of flesh being hit even louder this time, first just once, then a second time, just for good measure, the sensation of striking that soft and plump ass making the shorter girl feel better almost inmediatelly

Then, guiding them with little to no gentleness before her now, no longer content with dragging them along, probably because without BoneGnawer the elf's long legs would easely outmatch hers, the 'Mistress' took her beautiful 'Snaga' to the stranger signalling them
 
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