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Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

Xiahua placed the blindfold on Ront and gave him a kiss, motioning for her husband. "A friend of mine is going to join in. Be kind to them, okay?" She purred and kissed him more, placing her breast to his mouth and making him suck on it. "they want to try anal on you too. I'll ride you while this happens though, big boy." She purred and gave Ront a bit more love while her husband (who was manly for an elf but not for a man) lifted Ront's legs and began to rim the boy and stretch him out, the taste of his wife's silicone toy still on the little half-orc's hole.

In a few more minutes of foreplay Ront was mounted by a man, or perhaps a very realistic strap on. Xiahua kept encouraging him though, very, very thrilled about the three way that was going on. She wouldn't even mention her partner was a man, and Ront probably wouldn't know until he got semen dumped deep into his ass.

Rikki looked around and shrugged. "When I was here last Belilah was speaking with a gnome gentleman of some respect who is known for crafting the best sexual devices this side of the plane. I do hope she got an audience with him. I do worry, I hear some women, and some men, are ruined after a night with him and the toys some people refuse to sell." He tipped back his drink and finally looked away from it, looking across the room.

"You want to know something, in confidence? I never feel like I belong anywhere. Not in that angsty, teenage way, but just in general. My career means I am welcome about anywhere, and I can get with near anyone I want who shares my likes, but I am always sort of an outsider. The 'entertainment' so to speak. Nobles love me because I am forbidden, but wouldn't be seen with me if I wasn't popular. And I don't belong anywhere, I'm not even welcome back in my own village. That's a whole different story though. I am a fun game for many people whose towns I travel through, but I have never ever had anyone try and follow me or anything." He looked at Olgar, a semi-sad look on his eyes for barely a second, "I knew that would happen with the job though. All the pussy and ass I could want, but rarely the same one twice in a row. I'm a thrill."

He sighed and took a drink, "Never mind that. I suppose I'm a bit cranky because no one asked me to my room from the Chancellor's Bar. I must be too exotic for their tastes. Or I'm too far inland for anyone to want seafood." His cheery mood was back, but Olgar probably didn't realize how rare it was to see Rikki being sentimental like he was. It just wasn't in his nature.
 
Olgar listened to Rikki gon on about his feelings. It was odd for the ogre. It had been a really long time before anyone had spoken like that to him before. With exception to a human size queen with abandonment issues. The ogre listened carefully. He could understand where he was coming from. Being a larger person, where nothing fit. No clothes, no shoes, no homes. Everything had to be made especially for you. Even your horse had to be bigger than everyone else's. He could relate to the bard.

While Olgar was happy to hear Belilah was getting in some new tail, he was saddened a little that Rikki seemed like such a happy person, but inside he was just as lonely as the ogre was. It made he think pretty hard, leaving Rikki hanging at his joke. Olgar wore a face that slightly stared out into space, afixed to some invisible object, thinking.

Only a few moments later, Olgar looked into Rikki's exotic face. "I understand." he said with an unusual soft smile. The ogre's eyes were soft and glossy. While the ogre's smile faded, the muscles in his jaw and neck tensed for a moment as he glanced at his beer. Putting it aside, he looked back to the bard. "Hey, songbird, come sing me a song, would ya?" he said with a nod. He didn't leave any room for much conversing after that.

The ogre headed to their shared room, entering and taking off his boots. His large feet were sore from their entrapment. He flexed his large clawed toes and sat upon the bed. Leaning back, he waited for Rikki to follow. He wasn't sure when he wanted a song, or if he wanted a song at all. Deep down, the ogre knew they'd both benifit from a good all night cuddle. Olgar just hoped that the bed would support the likes of them.

Ront, meanwhile, wasn't sure about everything Xiahua had bribed him into. While the hot sex and hot food were excellent, this butt play was getting weird. The idea of a threesome was awesome, but he had hoped to at least see what hot friend his orc cougar invited along. Who ever she was, she obviously wasn't using Xiahua's strap-on. This one was warm and squishy, her's was all coldish and slick.

However, Ront did enjoy himself. The pleasure from both sides was certainly a great feeling, even though he was still mixed on having his rear toyed with. Hopefully, no female he'd be with in the future would be so adamant about stuffing his butt full of some fake dick. He's much rather lick a woman's asshole before he'd ask for something up his tail.
 
Xiahua turned and kissed her husband, who let out a small groan and finished off deep inside Ront. Xiahua gave a shudder and mumbled a little, her moan drowned out by the kiss of her husband. "Mmmmm, thank you Ront. My husband loved your rear."

Rikki looked pretty confused but headed up to the room right after Olgar. He closed the door and locked it behind them, out of habit for going to a room with another person. He saw Olgar remove his shoes and let out a little chuckled. "You have some wicked looking talons there. I like them." Of course Rikki loved them. The xenosexual man loved just about anything not attached to a Darfellan. This half-ogre was no different.

He undid his shirt and removed it, showing off a ruggedly handsome chest. He wasn't overly muscular as his job didn't really require that, but he had a bit more than usual due to his swimming that he couldn't get enough of. He undid his pants and the undergarments showed the tale-tell signs of pre-fluids having dripped on them from the long erection he had had after watching and helping Olgar manipulate and get fucked by his steed. He still was a bit swollen from that adventure.

"I am sorry to ask, but would you mind if I postponed that song you wanted to hear? I do need to take care of business. I was...very aroused by our adventure earlier. I am not embarrassed to admit that." He removed his boxers and showed off a perfectly white rod with a small drop of oddly pearlescent seminal fluid. His penis was also circumcised, showing off the somewhat flushed head. He was not overly large, thankfully. He was just about the perfect size for both man and woman, but the size queens of the world would best be looking for Olgar. He touched himself and gave a light gasp, his eyes closing. "Damn I have been hard for over an hour. That hasn't happened to me since I was a boy. Then again, I never got to help out a half-ogre." He grinned, touching himself once more and hoping Olgar didn't mind his adventures.
 
Olgar was amused by Rikki. He'd never known anyone to have enjoyed horse fucking besides himself. And here, this exotic bard, was still hard from it all. The ogre laid in the bed with his arms over his head and nodded. "Yeah, the song can wait... but it doesn't look like you can." he said with a wink. It had been a terribly long time since Olgar had danced with a man.

Men, to him, were the durable lovers. He had found that most women, save for the savage blooded and whack jobs, were quite frail and when an animal fucks, it doesn't stop to love and carress. Olgar wasn't all that different except he did have emotions. They were guarded most of the time, but this seemed like a special moment. One that the ogre enjoyed.

Watching Rikki toy with his unusual dick, Olgar studied his body. It's skin was very odd to him on how it dully reflected light. He knew that the bard was a waterfolk of some sort, but never really got to see one, much less naked and jacking their tool off in your room. He chuckled a little bit and fumbled with the fastenings on his own trousers. The ogre found this to be sadly familiar memory from his distant past, but no less found it arousing.

Exposing his own dock, he gently and slowly stimulated semi-erect monster. He enjoyed the subtle movements Rikki made while touching himself and found himself beating off a little faster with every few moments passing. The ogre, pulling back his meaty foreskin, could still smell a bit of the barn and was still damp from Rikki's mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment, softly recalling a few moments from the stall. And that's all it took to solidify his giantkin dick. "I don't say this often... well, I'm not with men often enough, but... you're quite handsome." he said looking Rikki in the face with stroking his cock.

Olgar wanted to make sure that the bard could relax long before he'd was ever to get off so soon. Siting up and slidding off the bed, he got on his knees and leaned back against his bed and waved the bard over. Sticking his large dark pink tongue out, he smiled inviting Rikki in between his 3 inch tusks.

Ront didn't fare so well. He knew something was up when his innards grew warm and stuffy, though his trust in Xiahua kept him from tearing away the blindfold... that is until she said those words. Her... husband... He just stopped breathing for a moment.

His brain started to swirl. His heart raced. Ront started to panic. He didn't want to think that the woman who took his embarrassing virginity had tricked him to sleeping with a man. Ront never wanted to do such a thing. He found it abberant and quite revolting in nature. He never openly said this to anyone because he respected their choices, but he never planned on it in his expected short life span.

And here he was. Ass full of spunk. Ront didn't know what kind of man did this sort of thing, much less for fun. He remembered to breathe again, trying to sort out his emotions. He knew the older couple had enjoyed themselves... and that's when he realized he had enjoyed himself, too. This made the orc upset. His face contorted into, what would best be described as, the pouty face of a teenager.

Ront laid still a little while longer before saying anything. There was a tiny piece of his brain that hoped Xiahua was seriously joking around with him, but his stuffed butt reminded him that she wasn't. Finally, Ront took in a deep breath and softly spoke. "At least someone here did." he said pulling the blindfold off with his eyes closed. He was terrified to open them. To open them was to realize the situation for what it was. To open his eyes was to solidify the mistrust that grew inside the orc for all women. Doubly so for men.

Scrunching up his face in another deep breath, he knew he had to open his eyes to find his clothing, much less the door. He couldn't possibly run around her house, bumping into things like a fool. With a resigned sigh, he opened his eyes to see Xiahua perched upon him and an elf standin- A WHAT!?!

Ront about blew a gasket. A man elf. That explained a few things, but didn't change how he felt. His face shifted from pouty to serious before he spoke again. "I guess fair is fair, sir. I didn't know she was married, so I understand all of this. I'm truely sorry." he said, hoping these were the right words. It would only make sense, to a vigin with poor sexual education and logic, that if you tapped a woman's ass and her husband found out, that it was his right to tap your's. That was about all Ront needed to justify to make him a little less.. squidgy.
 
Rikki enjoyed watching Olgar toy with himself, his mind wandering back to what they had been doing before in the barn. he gave a softer sound and closed his eyes for a second, imagining himself under Olgar who was under his horse. It was an odd fantasy, to be sure, but one that worked for the Darfellan.

At the comment of being handsome Rikki blushed a little again. He had never actually been called handsome while he was toying with himself. "Thank you, Olgar. I find you very physically appealing myself." The dark eyes of the water dwelling bard turned to see Olgar motioning for him, but he once again turned down the chance to place himself into Olgar's mouth. "Thank you for the offer but...I rather relish the idea of kissing you, if you don't mind." He grinned and placed his lips on Olgar's giving him a hard, sweet kiss as he tasted the booze the man had drunk earlier.

He reached for one of Olgar's hands and eagerly placed it on his own member, arching up into the large paw and gasping slightly. "I have a thing for handjobs from men. I like the way their hands feel...generally. You don't mind do you?" He seemed somewhat embarrassed at this, as most men would probably die for a blowjob from someone yet all Rikki wanted was to be close to Olgar's face and molested by his hand. "Unless you are dying for a taste. I won't say no."

Rikki's skin felt like smooth, supple leather. It was a real treat for most people, and his curves with their minor dips and turns could entertain people for hours. His mouth was silent after he made his few comments about what he enjoyed and would like from Olgar, his voice never really an annoying part, just informative. He rocked lightly on the bed with the half-breed, his body trembling at his touch. The look in his face showed that it was obviously from pleasure, not any fear that Olgar might get too excited and rip his cock right off.

Xiahua chuckled and sighed. "I'm sorry. He just loves young men like you. And girls, but we didn't get any of those. Thanks for being such a good sport though." She had figured that since he had liked the strap on, or at least seemed to like it enough, that he would have enjoyed the real deal. But he seemed to be rather aggravated over it, but at least he wasn't raging and knocking things over left and right.

She settled down in bed, her husband following her too. The two cuddled up together and looked very happy with one another as they drifted off to post-orcling sex sleep.
 
Equally strange, Olgar enjoyed the reciprocal compliment. It'd been a first for himself as well. Usually, he was called thing more vulgar than that. The ogre looked at Rikki with somewhere between a cross of amusement and confusion. Twice he'd offered and twice turned down. The bard was a weird, weird man.

And kissing ogres? Olgar was a little more confused. Not many, if anyone, had wanted to kiss someone with dangerous spikes for teeth. Kissing wasn't exactly a huge thing with ogres and other tusked humanoids due to the high risk of impalement, gouging, laceration, and punturing. Either way, Olgar embraced the man gently as he kissed the bard. Fruit was the bard's flavor tonight.

Olgar entertained Rikki's bizarre whims. It was strange how... cuddly and girly the bard seemed to Olgar. Not that is was a bad thing, but rather how emotional and tactile Rikki seemed to be. He wondered if he should treat the bard more like a woman in this case, but he held off for now.

Grasping Rikki's aroused dick in his large paw, he gently squeezed and released that tension before stroking it softly. The ogre was a really strong humanoid, so he was aware of his strength. "This won't do..." he said in response to the friction he encountered. Leaning a bit forward, Olgar licked Rikki's cock. Giving it a really wet once over, he snorted gently in approval at how the difference of a little spit could make.

Now good and wet with ogre spit, Olgar began the pleasure of rubbing one out of the bard. With his other large paw, he reached up and placed it in the small of Rikki's back. The warm hand felt the strange skin and enjoyed it's feeling. He kind of wanted to poke it, but was afraid his claw my injure the bard in some way. With no experience with water critters, he'd have no idea what his limits were with him.

Ront sat up in the bed after Xiahua and her husband laid down next to him. With his head in his hands on his knees, he took a deep breath and looked back at the sleeping couple. The elven husband liked doing this? Xiahua was in on this the whole time? Was the only reason why she wanted to fuck him was to do all this? Ront's inferiority complex started acting upon his self-doubt. For a half-orc, he sure was emotional.

Confused beyond common sense, Ront glanced once more at the couple before putting his clothes back on. Once dressed, he stared at them sleeping. Her husband looked to be of the same breed as Taevillis. It was strange seeing two sun elves so far from home, but so were many of the inhabitants of this quaint town.

Ront quickly found himself visually lingering over Xiahua's husband. Ront averted his eyes and felt more confused than he did before. Why, after all he'd been through, want to look at the man who just sodomoized him? Why would I want to look at him, much less his naked body? And then it struck Ront. He panicked again and decided he needed to leave quickly. He was afraid of himself and what he was thinking.

Ront had wished his first time wasn't so emotionally damaging, but who can be picky these days? Surely an older sun elf woman wouldn't appreciate a virgin half-orc barking up her tree. Ront looked about the bedroom once more, making sure he was leaving with all he came with. He sure didn't want to come knocking on her for forgetting a belt or a sock.

Once he was sure that he had all his posessions, he sighed looking over his orc cougar. She had made him into a man, but her husband had made him a queer. Ront shudder at the though and quietly shut the door behind him. He would make his way back to the inn. Where he would spend his night alone in his room seeing as Taevillis was watching Daggit tonight. He was happy he'd be alone. Plenty of time to sleep off the alcohol he was about to recklessly consume.
 
Rikki had enjoyed the saliva-less friction Olgar's hand had produced, but went with the amazing feeling of his tongue against his manhood. The ogre was definitely a pleasurable partner to be with. Rikki placed one of his own hands on the ogre's length, his fingers running up and down it before peeling back the foreskin to tease the very tip. He loved this thing, for some reason or another. Perhaps it was it's smell, or it's taste. Either way it was something he enjoyed.

He placed his lips on it, kissing the very tip as he nibbled and licked his way down, never applying too much pressure as he did so. He wanted to gauge Olgar's reactions because he did not want this to be just a one night thing. And knowing where to touch Olgar meant he would have a much easier time making the ogre divest himself of his clothing.

He soon reached Olgar's ass and gave it a good lick, testing the stretchiness it still possessed. It was easy to get the ogre ready to receive once more, Rikki's eyes glazed as he felt that strong hand over his arousal. He really had to fight to move away from the hand, giving Olgar another kiss before running his soft hands down the half-ogre's body and to his opening. Rikki didn't speak this time, just seemed to work off of body communications.

He spread Olgar wide and worked a bit of magic into a groan, his mage hand spell coming out to rub and stroke the length of the ogre before him as he thrust in at various angles, each one an experiment in depth and pressure until he found the ones that got the best response out of Olgar and began to work them in a frustratingly random yet desirably erotic manner. His arms were occupied by keeping Olgar's legs apart, and he would sometimes bend over to give Olgar's delicate tip a lick or two before starting back with his thrusting rhythm, his mind alight with desire at every noise the ogre made yet easily distracted by any sound that was not of want. Any sign of displeasure was rewarded with three times the amount of touchings on the spots he knew drove him mad, with Rikki locking eyes as if he was saying he was sorry. Otherwise the eyes just showed a genuine attraction for Olgar's form, roving his body as his tongue touched at his lips when he saw a place he really wanted to touch later.

Rikki's groans got more pronounced after many minutes, his body shaking as he plowed into the most sensitive spot he had found in Olgar, his body emptying itself of over and hour of built up arousal.
 
Olgar wasn't expecting anything back from the bard, so he was rather suprised and pleased to find Rikki back on his rod teasing like he had before. Rikki seemed to have a way with his dick that was different and interesting. Not too many people paid close attention to detail like the bard was doing.

The ogre was very unfamiliar with how Rikki was going about. He seemed to linger in one spot kissing lightly and moving to another, nibbling here and there. Olgar was attentive, but perplexed at this particular style of oral sexing. But as Rikki found the right ways to rub the ogre, he found himself with a more obedient and flustered animal. Olgar tilted his head back a little in response to Rikki's touch and emitted a short chest deep gasp. The ogre was a deep and rumbly vocalist currently.

Olgar found himself removing his trouser from around his ankles as Rikki toyed about with his loosened tail. Rikki was not shy about his intentions as he began a pleasurable rimming of the ogre's butt. He really liked the attention the bard was giving him and was glad someone wasn't afraid of licking his ass.

The ogre was a little confused for a moment when he felt, as best described, as another hand join in as his legs were parted to make way for Rikki's cock. Looking down to Rikki and then his own dick, he saw his foreskin moving of it's own force. The fascinated youth that commonly occupied his curiousities on magic really wanted to snicker and laugh at the absurdity of a spell to jack your dick, but the sensations it was providing kept the laughter from manifesting itself at such an inappropriate time.

Rikki, however, was rectally amazing the ogre. Between the amusing mastubation spell and Rikki's cock, Olgar had a rough time keeping his throaty vocalizations down. With his longer than normal arms, he reach down towards Rikki, placing his large hand open and flat in the middle of his chest. Rikki could feel the small spasms in his fingers and would see them in his monsterous toes. The bard was doing a great job.

Olgar was uncertian a few times during this intimate moment. Rikki made some strange eye contact. He had seen it before and was worried, but he'd address that later. Now was the moment to be in. It was a moment filled with sex stink between two horned up men going at it after a strange and erotic evening. The more Olgar thought about that, he found himself hit with another wave of tingly pleasure.

Rikki was also playing a number on him. The poor ogre almost felt overloaded by all of this. Feeling the bard's pace pick up and the increased pleasurable rush that accompanied, Olgar lifted his head up and crooned at Rikki. It was sort of an ogre's/animal's way of communicating that 'It's safe.' and 'Thank you.' all at once. His face was much softer now, which looked a touch odd on such a hard beast.

Olgar tightened himself up some as he felt Rikki pounding a bit harder, knowing the bard was pretty close. That about sent him over the top. He had shared some interesting moments with the bard today and this was adding to the fond memories he had already formed of this evening.

Olgar grunted passionately as Rikki unloaded into him. He was glad that the bard had a chance to finally get his swollen dick off. He knew what it was like to have to wait so long, but infortunately for Olgar, he couldn't hide it as well. Looking back to Rikki, he allowed himself to be finished up by the alluring spell, making a small mess of his upper abdomen and lower pectorals.

With a happy half-laughing voice, Olgar complimented the bard once more. "Rikki, you ought to be a teacher in these sorts of things..." he chuckled with a airy voice. Dropping his heavy head back to the bed, he gave a satisfying exhale and closed his eyes for a moment. The strangeness of Rikki's skin still enamored him. He would have to play with that more sometime.
 
Rikki gave a low chuckle at the compliment and once more tasted Olgar's seed as he licked his way up the man. He decided not to overload his boss this time and finished with one kiss before he began to cuddle this big man. "I am glad you enjoyed it. I try to be a very stimulating lover. I figure everyone needs some just plain old romantic sex at least once in their life." He sighed and gripped Olgar tight, as tight as he could at least. The mop of hair on his head was slightly sweat soaked and he looked very damn happy.

"I was worried when I was first introduced to this group. I think I am going to like my stay now if I get to keep rooming with you." He was letting Olgar know under no uncertain terms that he was quite okay if this became a regular thing. In fact, as long as they were in this town Rikki didn't see much need to go out and find anyone else. He had never bedded with any giantkin and he had to admit he loved trying it. Besides, he had to bottom sometimes too.

He closed his eyes, making the gesture the room associated with low light to turn the candles lower. He didn't want to leave Olgar blind, not knowing exactly how his eyes worked. He figured Olgar could decide how to go to bed, with dim light or with none. Rikki, for his part, was exhausted and needed the time to rest.

"See you in the morning, boss." He gave a smile, a rather happy one, and closed his eyes, his face looking if nothing like a big black face and two huge white eyes.
 
Olgar was content. The night had ended very, very well. He was glad that someone finally joined the party who knew how to please a man. To be honest, the only one that was really Olgar's type was Ront, but he knew the boy was scared of dick and had the biggest puppy love crush on Taevillis. And boy howdy, Ront would have to be a serious freak to get up with her. A lot of the scars she wore weren't from battle.

Olgar cradled Rikki's head inbetween his large bicep and his ogrish pectoral. With a gentle pat, he reassured the bard. "As long as you make the room reservations, I don't think I'll be allowed to room with anyone else." he joked for a moment, "But I'll make sure of it as long as we keep things quiet at first. I don't need everyone thinking I'm playing favorites and have an odd mutiny on my hands." he concluded. It was true that a few members might feel replaced and only one he really worried about.

With the lighting low, Olgar was pretty close to sleep. Reaching down, he hoisted the blankets to cover the pair of drained men. Today had been busy and interesting. Much better than the sevral days previous. Much better.

Meanwhile, Ront was making use of the tab Rikki had set up for him. After a few choice beers, he turned and glanced at the other patrons in the room. No one was familiar and no one seemed to bother him. Slinging back his newest beer, he set down the large stien and motioned for a refill. Ront dismissed the warning from the bartender as he looked into the mug.

What have I done?... What's wrong with me?... Why? Why'd she have to go and do that?... She could have told me. I know I would have turned her down, but still... Is that normal for married folk?... By the gods I hope not! I'll never get married if that's the case... he thought to himself in his drunken mind. Ront really need to talk to someone about all this, but it was hard to make out who was what and where things really were. Now how exactly was he suposed to get back to his room like this?
 
Rikki would sleep soundly the rest of the night, his body cradled by the warm and muscular body of his boss. He had no real thoughts on a mutiny, and didn't even know if he would be jealous should Olgar choose another person to lay with. It was an odd concept, one Rikki had rarely felt since he had taken up his career as a bard. For now, he dreamt. He had dreams of swimming through the water and showing Olgar the joys of the sea, swimming freely with his new found friend. It was an odd dream, especially seeing how Olgar's hair would have kept him from being nearly as streamlined as he was in the dream.

But dreams were dreams. Poor Ront was soon found by a young, maybe sixteen year old, looking human girl who seemed to take pity on him. "Hello, my name is Sierra. You look pretty wasted, sir. Here, let me take you to your room. Which room is your...sir?" She sighed, his slurring too hard for her to understand.

She pulled him away from the bar and managed to get him up to her room which was on the second floor. She placed him in the bed and sighed, wiping her brow from the sweat. She was an attractive human girl to most people's ideas. She had fair white skin and long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was pretty much the spitting image of recessive traits that was all the rage now in humans.

She sat in a chair, her shoes clattering to the floor as she closed her eyes and let the lights drift off. She was tired and wanted to get some rest, even if there was an overly sloshed orc boy in her room with her. She quickly dozed off, looking nothing more than a life sized doll in a chair except for her breathing.

In the morning Rikki awoke a bit earlier than most people. He saw he was still cuddled up to the half-ogre and figured that, as mornings went, this one was pretty good. He shifted lightly and kept himself close to the muscular build of his boss, reveling in the comfort it gave him to know someone had actually stayed with him over night.
 
Olgar cuddled the bard tight. His dreams, however, weren't as pleasant as Rikki's. They were of a time in the ogre's past of a certian person he'd fallen in love with. Their evenings were spent in a similar manner as Rikki's and this had just brought up a lot of repressed feelings. Olgar relilved his former love's demise and woke trembling a little. He had hoped he hadn't bothered the bard in his blissful slumber.

Laying his head back down, he pulled Rikki into his chest a little more, drifting back to sleep. The ogre hoped that things would stay simple for a while. He hadn't realized that he still hurt from his dead lover's passing. And he surely didn't want that to intrude on any feelings that these two shared.

Ront was drunk. Really drunk. Drunk enough to lose the ability to speak right. Ignoring the bartender's warnings, he'd been fed some really potent swamp troll brew for atleast two hours now. The boy would sure wake up in a bad way tomorrow. Sitting haphazardly in a nice wooden chair at the bar, he was initially pestered by a young female's voice.

At first, it was garting on the ears. He had really wanted to be left alone, but the female's voice was offering help. That was awful nice of her. Here he was, drunk and feeling stupidly sorry for himself and this kind gal wanted to help him. Ront tried to thank her and give her directions to his room. That's not what came out of his mouth.

Ront attempted walking, but found his feet were made of the heaviest lead. Slurring at his feet, he was a sad sight to behold. Especially for such an attractive woman to be shuffling him about the place. When they arrived at her room, Ront couldn't really tell where they were. All he knew is that there was a bed behind that door.

When she helped him into the bed, he managed to work one of his boots off. The other dangled from his foot as he immediately passed into the land of black out sleep. The orc would be considered dead if it weren't for the quiet snores and occasional murmuring in his sleep. He was a sorry sight, indeed.

Olgar slept in a bit through the beginings of morning into the edges of afternoon. He wasn't really a morning person, but made sure he kept the bed comfortable for the bard. He didn't want him wandering off without him. Rikki knew this place and they had to locate everyone today and discuss business matters. They were a little late in meeting their next contact and Olgar was determined to get there as fast as possible.

As the near noon day sun rose, Olgar finally pried himself from the bed, a touch sore all over and a body heavy to match. Normally, he would have complained, but he wore a smile as he emerged from the luxurious blankets naked as the day he was born. Stretching his muscles in a powerful display towards the ceiling, he bellowed a good deep chest resonating groan of satisfaction.

With his body feeling little better after that, he proceeded to dress himself in his other change of clothes. It was an embarrassing thing to know that he didn't have much in the way of clothing that fit, but he was an expert at laundry. With his fresh dark green cotton breeches and deep blue loincloth over top, Olgar slipped his enormous boots back on. "What a night..." he mumbled. Breakfast was in order for the beast as he headed towards the smells of freashly baked bread and searing meat.
 
Rikki would get up and admire the powerful stretch he was given in the early morning. He did enjoy Olgar's body very much. He got up and gave Olgar his space, reaching into a magical bag and pulling out a bit of clothing for himself. Unlike Olgar Rikki had the very opposite problem with clothing. He liked wearing different outfits and he had many to accentuate himself with.

He combed his hair and began to braid it, the long black hair being held at the end with a big weight. His shirt consisted of nice silks in a pattern that went with his black colorations. His pants were of the same material and color, but his new boots were of dragon scale and leather from one of the black breeds. He followed after the ogre man, his instrument of choice for the day was a harp. It went better with his clothing, in his mind at least.

For breakfast, or perhaps an early lunch, Rikki gathered up a large amount of food, a good number of it from rivers and lakes that were close to the town. He hadn't had fresh seafood in so long that he was really craving it. It wasn't the same as swimming after a fish and eating it alive, but it was definitely good. Plus the baked sugar cakes were a treat he couldn't get underwater.

He noticed a very happy looking Belilah coming in with that gnome he had been talking about. The gnome man, a person by the name of Varlan if Belilah could remember now, was eagerly buying her lunch and telling her how pretty she was. And, in low voices, how much fun she had been the night before. At least when no one seemed to be looking at them. He was oddly tactful for a gnome who made a living selling items for sexual pleasure.

The lady who had brought Ront in had spent the morning lecturing him on the moderation of drink, brushing her own hair and making sure her voice was raised at least one octave too high for Ront's delicate sensibilities to handle. She was not impressed by his choice of drug and how much it had knocked him out. Because if he ever wanted to go far in the world he would have to be a better person with it.

Not every time he got drunk would there be a nice person looking out for him. She could just has easily have been a bandit or rapist or bandit rapist murderer! She sighed and started fixing her hair up, her blue eyes placed directly upon Ront, "Do you understand now? I don't really care what happened to you; it is better to remember it than drown out everything."
 
Olgar sat down in a comfy looking chair at a larger table. He was hoping that his band of buddies wouldmeander their way in and help themselves to a decent brunch and give the leader a chance to talk some business over. While waiting on his food to arrive at his table, he conversed with Rikki as he munched on some local fauna.

"I really hope everyone had a great night. We've got some tail hustling to do today. We're behind schedule, but I'm hoping you'll grace us with that magic of your's. You did well in getting us here quite fast, so I'm hoping you can supply a repeat performance." he said with a smile as his food arrived. It was a mountain of tastey pork and eggs. The ogre was dying for a nice heap of meat and meade for breakfast. Last night had worn him out a bit.

Chomping into his near literal side of pork, he also spotted a grinning Belilah. Smiling she did, grinning she did not. He noticed she came in with a rather refined gnome, speaking in hushed tones which seemed to garner reactions from his halfling lush. Olgar chuckled a little, glad knowing that poor Belilah had found someone worth her time much less her size. He could only imagine what it must be like being so small and randy. With a grin of his own, he took a huge gulp of the local honey brew they brought to him.

Belilah didn't know what to say to someone who had completely turn her sexual understandings on their head. She was rather shy about it all thsi morning, though she obviously wasn't only a handful of hours ago. The gnome, who's name she could have sworn was Valance or Vincent or something close to that, had shown her things most of her kind would never had imagined. And seeing how halflings were like orgy-centric perverts, they would just die to get their hands on something like this. When Varlan would say something regarding to their evening well spent together, she would hush him with a blushing smile and a peck on his cheek. She was rather fond of gnomes now. She had only hoped they were all like this.

Taevillis ushered Daggit into the central room and got him seated. The bugbear seemed happy for a bugbear, but it was hard to tell seeing their mouths were all over the place with teeth in odd places. Olgar passed off some of his brunch to Daggit and waved someone down to re-up on the ham and bacon. Daggit could almost out eat Olgar without much thought.

The sun elf fighter looked to her commander and gave him a rather serious look. "Hey Olgar... did anyone feed him any cabbage or eggs or some how let him into some beer?" she asked with her nose curling. The ogre about died with laughted. He knew what she was getting at and knew that Belilah had, indeed, fed him some eggs, but he surely wasn't going to ruin the lush's morning. "Uh not sure, but I take it you had a rough night? Well that stinks..." he giggle snorted into chest some.

Olgar was unusually stupid this morning. Atleast that's what Taevillis noticed. She had a terrible evening with a flatulent bugbear who only had a child's grasp of Common and enjoyed running about wearing only the fur he was born with. She knew the tale behind the bugbear, but she sure didn't like the liabililty he was. Several times Taevillis had thought about freeing the bugbear miles away from camp or drowning him personally, but she just hadn't found the opportunity to do so and be able to walk away without question. Either way, she ordered some vegetables and some loacl bird for her meal and ate it quietly, plotting the retarded goblinoid's death further.

Ront wanted to stab himself in the ears with a dagger. The kind female from last night had turned into a damned nagging banshee. A banshee with morals, no less. He had tried to drown her out with the pillow, but she only grew louder. He would have simply left if it weren;t for the pounding head ache that was keeping him immobilized. He knew she knew he was in pain. This wasn't the kind voice he had heard.

Pulling his head out from under the pillow he offered a deep sigh and hoped he could reason with the woman long enough to get some peace and quiet to gather himself up and out of here. "If you believe that, I won't judge you for it, but we all have our ways of dealing with... terrible events in our lives." he said carefully quiet. His own voice sent waves of dizzyness and pain through his head. This was going to be the longest day ever.
 
Rikki noticed that the sun elf didn't seem too happy to be stuck with bugbear duty. She also didn't seem to be too interested in how Olgar seemed to be acting rather silly. The Darfellan had no idea that Olgar didn't act like this all the time when he awoke in the morning, so he said nothing. He happily ate his food and then sent off a locater spell to gather up Ront and Talingo. He just wanted Olgar to be able to speak with everyone and get their jobs settled up and see how they should all head out.

"Have no worries about our travel times. I can do the exact same thing again. It will be easy. Where is out next location, anyway?" He smiled sweetly and shook his head, looking up and down the bar to see who exactly was here. He still had a good bit of money from yesterday's act, so he figured if he needed anything he could grab it before they left. Or if he knew where they were going he could plot where to spend his money.

In Ront's room there was a small chime and a little cherub appeared in the air, telling him he was needed and where to come to. The girl looked at the spell and sighed. "I suppose you should get going. I doubt anything I said has sunk in." She had lowered her voice and turned to look at the orc on her bed. "I will accompany you to where the spell asked you to go. I should be able to make sure you get there with no trouble."

She waited for the orc to get ready, understanding that he was rather bad at it because of his condition, but she was very patient with him. She didn't say anything as she deposited him with his group and went about her own merry little way. Rikki looked at the young girl then looked at Ront, a bit of a question on his face. It didn't take too long for it to come out though, "Did you get with that noble girl last night?"

It seemed that there was more than just he and Olgar having fun, and apparently Belilah. Rikki was wondering where Talingo was, but felt creeped out enough by the Mercane half-breed that he didn't feel he needed to toss out another locater spell just yet.
 
"Thank the gods it isn't far. We're headed to Presaad. It's not glamorous and certainly nothing like this, but that where we have to meet up with an old school mate of Talingo's. He suposed to have some information on locating the Fourth Shard. Our employer had informed him ages ago to aquire the information and we're behind inreceiving it. I've need to speak with our tardy wizard on what we can do to appease him." he concluded. Ront had been privy to this information before, but it was well enough he heard it again.

Speaking of Ront, the young woman had given up on lecturing the orcling. Ront was glad of that. Her voice dropped and he was able to think, albeit gently. Getting dressed, he was glad that Olgar had sent for him, but this wasn't Talingo's sort of magic. Maybe it was the bard.

Finally, stable enough to stand and walk, he was accompanied by the young woman. He really didn't need her by his side, but it was nice of her to look after him again. She was rather nice and unjudgemental about Ron't appearance, but by the Gods did she have a view on morals. Glad to be with his peers, he sat at the table and put his head down upon the warm, soft, and most importantly stable wood.

Ront lifted his head, looking confused as did Olgar. Olgar looked at Ront, Ront looked at Rikki. Ront looked at Olgar, Olgar looked at Rikki. Ront looked back at Rikki and quietly spoke, wincing as he did. "Noble?..." he paused, thinking about what all transpired yesterday. A look of grumpiness and pain crossed his face. "No, no. Not her... well, I can't say I know that for sure. I did kind of... blacked out... in her room." he said partially recalling what had happened.

Ront wasn't sure if anything happened after that. He had hoped he didn't do anything to the poor gal in his drunken haze. But through it all, he recalled the events with Xiahua and her mate. Ront didn't even want to look at Taevillis. Her orangey skin just reminded Ront of Xiahua's husband. Wincing once more due to the throbbing headache he had, he just poked at the food Olgar gave to him.

Talingo came into the inn a little while after Rikki had sent his spell. He looked somewhat pleased with himself as he sat at the table. While he pulled a tea ball from a pocket with his lower arms, he gladly tore off some of the breakfast bread with his larger upper arms and buttered it. Taking a healthy bite, he proceeded to make him some sort of herbal tea and rested his head on his free upper arm. "I'm glad we're all here now. I was afraid we weren't headed to Presaad." he said with a semi-pleasant voice.

Olgar, Ront, and Taevillis looked at Talingo with looks of confusion and mistrust. Before Ront could say something stupid admist his hangover, Olgar cut him off. "You didn't kill anyone did you?" he asked with semi-seriousness. Olgar looked more concerned now. Talingo gave a disapproving look on his light blue face. "Olgar, if I were to kill someone, I'd clear it with you first. To satiate your curiousities, all of which I know aren't exactly friendly, I found a pleasant book shop here in this quiant town on the Shards. It's old and has some useful knowledge, but it's mostly in a language I haven't used since I was much, much younger." he started. Olgar knew if he didn't cut him off, he'd bore them all to death.

"Well, anything of use. Good work, Talingo. Keep up the translating and let us know when you've got something useful to our current situation." he said with a smile, hoping to keep the wizard in a good mood.
 
Rikki chuckled at the tale that Ront spoke of and looked after the woman. "You are probably lucky that way. If I read the insignia on her ring correctly that girl has a penis. It is an unfortunate curse that strikes those of her family, reversed genitals and all that. It can lead to a big number of freaky marriages and such. They can be quite adventurous in bed, to tell the truth." He grinned at the obvious discomfort on Ront's face and gave a low chuckle. "I still prefer actual men though. They are much more fun to share a bed with."

When Talingo got in Rikki got that creepy shiver he always seemed to get around the mercane creature. He listened to what he said and found himself interested in what these things they were after were. He might have to check this book out after some time. Or just ask to read it. If he could read it. Rikki knew a good number of languages, but this could be out of his league.

When they finished the talk he told them that the hotel staff had been checking them out. The hotel staff being magical constructs that couldn't fathom the idea of theft or disobedience, and Rikki headed them out to the stables so they could get their horses ready. The sooner they were out of the place and to the next stop the better in his mind. He didn't need to stay in this place anyway. He did feel a bit bad for Belilah who had to say goodbye to her gnome suitor and he still felt that Ront HAD to have done something the night before. He was acting way too peculiar to have spent the night just passed out in a noble woman's bedroom.

On his horse he looked at the others, his thoughts caught up as he strummed up the instrument, a song much like the sound of a ticking clock and the wind through chimes beginning, somehow coming from a harp. It was more how to play such an instrument and the innate magic in the song he was playing that added in the type of aural hallucinations that came with the tune.

It was a very fast trip though, averaging a days ride per three hours. In just under four days worth of travel Rikki stopped and laid his hand by his side. His fingers were cut and bloody, looking like particularly vicious paper cuts. The magic songs took a bit more out of him than his normal bardic talents, but their power was well worth a little magically healable pain. He stopped and pulled them over to a river, tying his horse up to a tree as he did so.

"I can continue tomorrow, Olgar. But for now I think I will need a bit of rest. And a lot of magic for these fingers." He grinned and went over to the river, stripping down to nothing before jumping in, the deep water serving to invigorate the Darfellan man and make the healing of his fingers come a lot more naturally to him.

He gave a bit of a show in the water, breaching much in the way a whale would. He looked rather majestic as he did it, if you were into that sort of thing. Otherwise he was just a childish man who liked jumping around in the water.
 
Ront's eyes bugged out of his head looking at Rikki in disbelief and Olgar looked over to Ront with an eyebrow raised and a smile on his face. Ront left the table and quickly headed back to his room without a word. Olgar watched him leave and looked back to everyone with a silly look on his face. Ront's reaction cause a small giggle fit at the breakfast table. The only one not laughing was Talingo, but this wouldn't seem out of the ordinary.

Ront didn't want to hear any more of dicks or men fucking. He had heard enough for what he considered his lifetime. Packing his things up, he desperately tried to recall anything that might have happened with the noble... thing. His brain was swimming around all of these ideas and it was bothering him too much. Ront just focused on packing up the belongings and help tack the horses up.

Belilah was reluctant to leave, but promised the gnome that if she was ever in these parts, she'd look him up for sure. She finally remembered his name and wrote it down in her book of people she kept. She smiled as she wrote a few notes and doodled up a likeness of him to better remember him by. With a long kiss and some hidden emotions, she saddled up and headed out with the group.

They were on the road before 2 in the afternoon, which made Olgar fairly happy. They'd have some hours of daylight, but it wouldn't matter if they were all sunny. This whole trip would be relying on Rikki's hands. Olgar felt bad that he was playing a harp for all of this. He knew how sharp those strings could get. He had used one to assassinate a villianous musician once. So it was no suprise when Rikki showed him his bleeding fingers hours later.

"That's quite alright. We've still got good food and good weather. Everyone, break camp." he lightly ordered. Ront made it clear he would gather up some dry wood, leaving Talingo to watch the bugbear. The wizard didn't like the bugbear much, but he was glad it didn't talk much. Or else he'd have to fix that. Taevillis grabbed her kamas and snuck off into the woods for patrol. Olgar was busy setting up the three tents they had in a triangle around where the fire would be set.

While Rikki swam about, Taevillis stood silently in the branches, watching him. She wasn't keen on strangers, much less bards. With her green and blue eyes, she studied him carefully, deftly moving around the boughs of the elms and oaks. She wanted to make sure she stayed silent and unsee. Her monk training easily helped her navigate the branches with ease.
 
Rikki came out of the water with several fish, his clothes an afterthought as he placed the fish on sticks. He went back and got dressed again, the silks and such poor accouterments for the wilderness. At least for most people. He didn't mind it, and he seemed to deftly move through the surrounding undergrowth and wilderness that surrounded them. It was an easy way to see how normal bards kept looking so good while traveling through all sorts of places.

He took the fish off the sticks and began to clean them, scales flying about and yet not sticking to his clothing. That was not bardic training as much as just general life in a coastal area as a kid. He was very good at what he did, fish guts going into a spare case he had and the de-boned and de-scaled fish going back onto their sticks. His crowning glory was a huge, what seemed to be one hundred pound tuna. He had fought this beast to bring it in for Olgar and Daggit since he had watched how they ate breakfast.

He set the large fish on several long sticks and sighed, looking up from his ordeal at the tents that had been set up. he reached into his scroll holding place and looked at the tents. "I am sorry Olgar, but I am used to much finer locations when I travel." He spoke a few words and a huge, splendorous door appeared in the middle of the campsite. It lead to a veritable wellspring of rooms and places to rest. It even had a simple staff to watch over things...even Daggit. That meant that there would be no Daggit watch that night at least.

Rikki grinned and brought the horses inside the place, setting them up in the stables the spell provided. It was a very nifty and comfortable spell, but one that saw little use because of the generalities of those who traveled. That and it was expensive as fuck. Rikki had relieved an ever-regenerating scroll of the spell from a wizard he had slept with, knowing the agoraphobic woman would never be out to find him. Besides, she had been an awful lay, her vagina was like dipping your cock into well diced roast beef.

Rikki let them set up the fire for the fish, as the spell just provided lodgings, no food and no items with which to make it. He did include one extra in his casting; Olgar's room would have new outfits for him. In his size. He wanted the ogre to have something nice to wear to Rikki's next grand performance.

Rikki yawned and gave a little bite into his fish. He loved the freshness and crisp taste of raw, newly caught fish. "There needs be no watch. I can lock the door from the other side and it will keep others from noticing us. I do believe we all need our sleep this night?"
 
Taevillis watched Rikki closely. He seemed the honest sort, which was good for Olgar. She didn't have to kill another lying cheat and watch him go through all that senseless mourning again. He was a wreck after that. Heading back to camp, she slinked through the limbs back towards her 'friends'.

Ront spent a long while out in the woods. He wanted to collect his thoughts while collecting wood. He brain just teased him with the imagery he conjured while blindfolded by his temptress. He had imagined another busty woman much like Xiahua doing those things to him, but that had all been wrong. His brain tried to envision her husband doing such things. That is what confused Ront. Why, oh why, would a man do such a thing? Was it the same as being witha woman? That caused a weird sense of child-like curiousity. He would have to figure this out, but how? Going back to collecting fire wood, Ront thought deeply on his new line of thoughts.

Belilah and Talingo were rather impressed by Rikki's sudden display of very expensive magic. Inwardly, Taevillis was equally impressed, but this was something she had seen before many years ago. Talingo wore is emotions rather hidden and obfuscated, but Belilah was offering a small clap. The wizard knew of such magic, but never had seen it and the thief knew the value of such an item from her line of work.

Olgar looked at the door and sighed. He now had to pack up the tents, which was a pain in the ass anyways. While he appreciated the unaccustomed luxury, he had to talk to Rikki and find out what other things were possible with him around. Talingo made use with on the spot magic which was useful and the occasional battle spell, but Rikki seemed to be full of everyday commonly useful magic. Knowing what he was capable would be a good thing to know of in an emergancy.
 
Rikki was not a complete douche; he helped Olgar pull the tents down. "I am sorry for not informing you of this. I should have before. I was not really thinking. I made sure there was a surprise in whatever room you wished to stay in." He smiled and helped pack one tent up, making sure he kept helping. His fingers were now closed and healthy, and Rikki was down one spell. It was a bit of a waste on his fingers, but he enjoyed being able to actually use his hands.

He took the others into the building and set up the fish fry for them. He locked the door after everyone else was settled, the portal outside disappearing to anyone who would view it. Scrying would still show them off to most people, but the settings would be very odd for anyone who looked at them.

The interior of the place was magnificent. It had grand halls and sparkling silver and white finish. It didn't feel exactly lived in, because there were no paintings nor any other homey feelings. The bedrooms would be a lot better, each one made to accommodate whomever slept in them...or however many people slept in them. The beds would be some of the finest the people slept in, and the decoration would fit whatever was necessary. The witch who created this spell was a paragon of comfort, even if she had neglected many designs in it.

Rikki would perform a little song for the group, just an actual song with no magic in it, to help with dinner. Also to annoy Talingo, but generally just for the nice, sweet melody it produced. He would play the whole song and then end it with a nice bow. Rikki found it rather good to be playing for just a group of friends and not people giving him money or possible sex achievements.

He placed the harp down and sighed softly, finishing off one of his cooked fish. He looked at Olgar, more to try and gauge if they would be spending the night together than anything. He would like to, but he wasn't about to force the ogre to play favorites with the new guy.
 
Olgar was thankful for the help he received. It was a rough task to get the tents folded right and put back in the canvas bags. Once put away, the group as a while was ready to experience Rikki's magical device. It took a while to convince Daggit to enter the strange device.

Once inside, the bard proceede to prepare a nice fried fish dinner accompanied with some music. Rikki was correfct in annoying the hell out of Talingo as he proceeded to excuse himself upon the begining of the performance. The others, however, enjoyed it. It was nice to relax while on the road. The band of 'friends' usually were met with less than ideal conditions so this was an extremely nice change of pace.

Ront seemed lost in the song. His thoughts from the wood gathering had really started to make him think. He had been raised by the church so a lot of his morality was based upon their teachings. There were somethings he chose to ignore, but sam sexed sexual pairings were one thing he never really grasped. He knew sex was for babies and something shared between mates, but it was also something two people shared to show some amount of affection. Even lust was a form of affection. So were sam sexed couples just desperate and resorting to what's available? Or were they just as depraved as Xiahua and her mate? But they were married, so how does that work?

The poor orc was confused. A part of him wanted to ask Olgar only because he knew the ogre had danced with men, and quite recently with Rikki. He didn't want to ask the bard as he'd only just met the man and that just seemed rude. Barely eating his dinner, his mind wandered on the music. He needed to understand what drove men to do such things. And did women do the same thing? That seemed even more pointless. There were no peni involved. How would that be enjoyable to both women? The orc just kept thinking himself into corners.

Talingo, in his room and satisfied with the silence and solitude, enjoyed the magical comforts. He was eager to remove some of his own magica devices. Pulling out two trunks of alchemical components from his Bag of Many Things, he lugged them aside. Removing his collapsable work desk, he smiled knowing of the potions he would brew this evening. He had gotten such a great deal on several herbs and various components back in that town. These potions would be very useful in meeting up with his old school mate. The wizard's smile wasn't exactly one of honest intentions.

Meanwhile, back in the central area, Olgar waited and relaxed with Rikki, Taevillis, and Ront. Belilah had ushered the bugbear off to a bed and found herself a nice room to use a certian special ring a certain special gnome had given her. Taevillis sat with her feet crossed, watching the thre men in the room. Ront was lost in thought, but occasionally looked up to Olgar as if to ask something, but would go back to his thoughts. Olgar was confused. While he wanted to head off to more private quarters with Rikki for a discussion, he was perplexed by Ront's silence and strange looks. Taevillis was equally curious about the orc. Being her blunt and honest self, she was the one to break the strange silence.

"Look, orc, either spit it out or piss off and pout in solitude. I'm sick of what ever pity party you're throwing for yourself." she said coldly. She looked very mildly annoyed, but otherwise emotionless. Olgar's eyebrows rose quite high on his sloped forehead. He hadn't heard her talk like that in a while. Especially not towards Ront. Ront looked up at the monk with a face mixed of confusion, contempt, and desperation. Mouthing for words that never came, Ront didn't know how to ask such strange questions in front of everyone.

Olgar saw the boy's emotions and looked to Rikki. "Give me 20 minutes with the boy. Then come see me, alright?" he whispered. Standing and taking a deep breath while stretching, he groaned a bit. "Hey Ront, come with me." he half asked, half ordered. Taevillis curled her lips ever so slightly as Ront walked past her on his way with Olgar. Ront was glad that Olgar had called him aside. He would have never known how to ask him to speak without giving up too much information about his ordeal infront of everyone. He certainly didn't want that.

And that left the monk with the bard. She sat silently, looking at Rikki. All the questions she had for the bard, she knew, would be answered in due time. But there was a part of her that wanted to strike up a conversation with him. She could tell he was rather smart and wouldn't let loose lips part, but knowing who he is and was would be vital to keeping the party in check. "So, bard, what's your story?" she asked with a smile on her face through the bangs of her bobbed blonde hair.
 
Rikki looked at the elf, rather surprised with how she spoke. He didn't much think of elves being so...vulgar. Then again, that was a nasty stereotype and everything. Perhaps this one just grew up with a gutter mouth.

He raised what would have been an eyebrow had he had any, his face looking quite confused at her question. "You want to know what my story is? I don't see why I would be that interesting to you. Or were you wanting some of my grand adventure stories? I have stolen crown jewels from the high sea elves of the mesopotian sea. I have dallied with a drow prince and set him up as monarch in his city before leaving it to crumble under the writhing mass of women trying desperately to cope with a man in power before it collapsed into a void of nothing. I have scavenged with the cleric scholars of Faerun on the bodies of dead gods. What do you want?"

He could see his little stories weren't exactly pleasing the elf. He looked to see if Olgar was gone and gave her a blank look. "What do you want? I'm the middle of three kids from a Darfellan city. I got kicked out when I didn't show proper sorrow at my little sister's funeral. I knew how to play a violin and got picked up by a gypsy group. Then the fun started." It was...mostly true. He left out many, many details but he hoped it would suffice for her.

"If you want more than that you would either have to trade me some information of your own, or sleep with me. And, no offense, but you seem to be into a trade that even I don't dally in. So it would have to be information."

Talingo would find a lovely surprise in his room: It came with modest alchemical and magical ingredients. Nothing mind shattering, but enough that it showed why this spell was so expensive. It had enough for several potions, and a good amount to strengthen anything that could be made. It pretty much contained the whores of the alchemical world.

Daggit's room would have many objects to keep his attention, and a spirit watcher that would make sure he didn't hurt himself nor destroy anything. Just basically keeping him in line. The spirit creature would also play with Daggit, never tiring of his games and just keeping him entertained. It would make sure all needs were met, like bathroom ones and bathing. The spell had to be a great luxury for this group with just that.

Belilah would find her room was built perfectly for what she wanted. It would even have be soundproof, which she would probably notice after she closed the door. That meant she could try out her toys to her heart's content.

Back in the dining area, Rikki didn't expect much with Taevellis, except perhaps for them to play some twisted, odd version of twenty questions which each of them giving snippets of their lives to one another while they each tried to filter the lies out of each other's stories.
 
Taevillis did, indeed, look rather uninterested in stories about what the bard had accomplished. That wasn't important. Who he was, that's the pearl she wished to pry from his shell. She noted that he waited till the boss was gone to dump his slightly sensative information. She made a note of it.

Taevillis, quick with her own mind, nodded in agreement. This would be fair, the eye for an eye thing the bard was after, but she didn't partiularly play fair. "No offense taken. I can't say bedding a fish would be worth putting a notch in my belt." she said stiffly. Her humor wasn't humorous to most unless they were on the same page as her.

"Only child. Single mother. Father passed before I was old enough to remember him. Mother eaten by gnolls. Left village because of inner council conflicts over territory with said gnolls. Grew older. Met the boss. Traveled with him for years now." she equally offered with several pieces of information ommited. She looked at him as if asking him to continue. It was a cat and mouse game where neither knew who was what animal. The monk would surely enjoy this conversation.

While Talingo took notice of the room's magical offerings, he always preferred to use his OCD selected igredients. Not because he didn't trust the msgic, but because he hadn't specifically select the ones provided. He did consider using some of the refined bat guano and dried mistletoe, but her just felt uncomfortable about using it in these specfic potions and oils. They were already of a nefarious nature and he didn't want the magical residue from the place haunting the glass' inner contents. His friend was all too paranoid about such things.

With Daggit bathed and in bed, the simple beast was sleeping heavily in short order. Belilah, greatful of the wonderful room and the magical audio damping in provided, decided to test drive the wonderful toy Varlan had gifted her. Her travels would certainly be much more exciting because of that hedonistic gnome.

As Olgar shut his room's door, he looked to the orc with a face demanding explination. Ront, who hadn't made eye contact with Olgar, sighed and sat on the bed. "Ront, you've been acting very strange. Care to explain?" the ogre simply put forth. Looking a little parental, Olgar stood with one large hand on his hip looking slightly annoyed. The young orc took a deep breath and started from the begining. He explained about his comment about being useful more than others, explained about experience with Xiahua and her mate, and explained a lot of the thoughts he had been conflicted about since then.

Olgar, with a face of confusion, replayed what was just told to him. The orc had misheard that comment, so the ogre decided to handle this in the order that was spewed forth. "Ront, I was talking about Talingo. That useless wizard doesn't do much to help. He's been in my group much longer than you or Tae and just doesn't do much. He's been with me because of a favor to an old friend. I'm hoping, one day, he'll either suddenly decide to be helpful or something will eat him." he said honestly. This made the orc feel a bit better, though he still felt like he just wasn't doing enough.

Now, to address the next part. Firstly, Olgar didn't know that Ront was a virgin prior to joining his band. He had assumed that by 19, you'd have diddled something. So he pondered how to best to answer the questions Ront had about it all. "Well..." he statred, pausing to think a moment more. Ront, looking desperate for an answer, was waiting for his boss and semi-mentor to solve this problem. "Ront, women are weird sometimes. And so are men, but women just seem to... be weird more often. What you went through isn't typical, but it's more common than what people like to think." he stopped for a moment. "It sounds like this Xiahua is one of them mountain cats preying on young boys. It just so happend, her husband was also in on it. Usually, couples like that tell you before hand, but I guess she figured there might have been a problem..." he recalled what Ront had explained and continued, "It sounds like if she had told you that you'd run off and deny her the pleasure of... deflowering you, so to speak." he stopped with a clearing of his throat.

While Olgar did find Ront attractive in a younger male kind of way, he knew that wasn't something Ront had expressed any intrest before until now. Ront's face looked only a small percetage relieved, but still waited for his whole answer. There were so many things he wanted an answer for. The older ogre saw the impatient look in the young orc's eyes and sighed a little. "Now, to tackle your final issue. Ront, some men..." he started and paused a moment to word thsi right, "Some men prefer the company of other men. It's not because they dislike women, though some do, but it's because we sometimes find things we like in a male that we've not seen in a female or that we have many things in common that... develop into more matured feelings." he said awkwardly. This was a lot harder than Olgar had imagined.

"Well Olgar, I can sort of understand that, but what is being with a man so different and so alluring that leads to a man bedding another man? I don't understand that at all." the orc boy said, leaving a wide birth for Olgar to respond. Several things crossed the ogre's mind at this point. He could offer to show the bow exactly why men were great in bed. He could try and explain it. He could hire a male hooker and handle all of this for him. Olgar was thinking pretty hard how to handle this. "Well what is it? I would like to understand this so I can get past these past few days." the boy said impatiently.

Olgar thought for a moment and realized this was a little over his head. He needed a moment, possibly a night, to think about how to explain it to Ront. "Look, it's not easy to explain. Give me a few hours to gather my thoughts and I'll give you an answer then. Report back here in..." he looked at the magica clock the room had and was thankful for it, "In four hours. If I figure it out before then, I'll come to you. Just be patient. I'll help you." he said opening the door, signaling the orc to leave.

Reluctantly, he sighed and left Olgar to his room. Heading down this hall a little ways, he entered his extravagant room and flopped onto the bed. He was tired from all the riding and thinking and stomping around in the woods for nothing. With a few deep breaths and closed eyes, it was easy for the boy to drift off to sleep.

It was several minutes that Olgar had been missing from the central room. On his way back, he could hear Taevillis and Rikki talking. Some of the words seemed a little personal in nature and he hung back from revealing himself quite yet. The ogre, who usually was honest about himself, stood and listened in for a few minutes about what the two were talking about. It was unlike Taevillis to be speaking to someone for so long, so he was rightfully curious about her this evening.
 
Rikki nodded at the knowledge. "My sister was born fully white. That meant she was supposed to be a scion for our race and lead us to the repopulation of the world that was stolen from us from the Sahuagin," he took a moment to sneer at that race's name, a very inborn trait, and continued, "She was eaten, mostly, by a monstrous, devil-horned dire shark. I survived, dad didn't." He gave her a little look and grinned, "Sorry, mythril clit, my life is a loooooot shorter than yours."

He took in the info and nodded, "I got taken in by a clan of gypsies after I was outcast. Learned to live on land. Taught me how to sing. I charmed a visitor one day by pretty much helping her with everything. She was a hero-deity and blessed me, not sure with what." He figured that was a good enough bit of knowledge. His voice had been good, but he rocketed it up after a short while.

"Hnnn. My first sexual experience was with a set of twins. I do not wish to reveal their names, but they were brother and sister and had admired me for being different than all the other gypsies. I learned little from them, but they little from me. What I learned was to master the magic in my voice and song."

He looked up and popped his neck, "I left when I was fifteen. No hard feelings, wanted to go to a plane that they didn't. I got many blessings and went on my way. I left for what I believed was the Ziragitha Tradelands. I ended up on the plane of Shadows." He noticed how that seemed to catch her eyes, but he locked his lips.

"I stumbled about for a week, my eyes weren't equipped for that place. I fed off...I'm still not sure. I grabbed a handful of silver I saw, it turned out to be strings." He smirked a little, "Best I can tell they were made from a surge of moonlight harvested by a great mage. I held them tight and strummed and somehow opened a portal to my home plane."

His head turned and he waved his hand, "Spent a week in the water. Got to a port town. Spent a year there. Made an instrument out of the strings. Caught picked up by a rather...creepy adventuring group. The leader was. Really into young men. We went to Faerun via a portal."

He waited and continued, "I found out I was to be a sacrifice to her demon lord. The rest of the party was about as knowledgeable as a box of rocks. I killed her, which her demon lord didn't like. I was rescued by a party of roaming clerics and monks who took me in for a while. I had an adventure with them too."

Rikki picked up some fish, eating while Taevillis spoke and kept going, "The adventure is another story. After a year in Faerun I realized I didn't fit. I came back. By this time I had many stories and magical gizmos."

Rikki looked to the door and realized someone was there and gave a wicked grin, turning to Taevillis who must have known as well unless he was utterly enthralling her, which he doubted he was. He figured it was probably Ront and gave it no mind, pushing it out of his conscious. She could just be an awesome stone face though, "By the time I am seventeen I am very good at sex. I was an unknown race in Toril, people threw themselves at me. I got good. I spent some time being a court bard for various courts. I got bored with my stories and headed out."

"I met back up with my gypsy clan. They were in trouble. I helped relocate them from some pretty fucked up drow. I then went to that drow city and in under six months fucked it up so hard Llothe couldn't fix it." He gave a pretty wicked grin and yawned. "I am at the tail end of eighteen now. I am a bit tired. Shall we continue later?"

"You need to start next time. See you then." He walked out and yawned, stretching his legs and arms up. He was really bushed, his body feeling like it needed a lot of rest.
 
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