Grinning Griffin Inn (Fantasy SRPF)

[scylis]

seeing that all the hobgoblins were all dead inside, Zak returned outside the way he came in...through the window. Garek had now switched to his short sword and dagger and was about to be swarmed by the creatures. screaming at the top of his lungs as he charged, Zak managed to draw their attention. he sliced through the first couple, so intent on getting to his companion that he didn't notice that someone was cleaning up the rabble he left behind him.

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

Seeing someone being swarmed by a group of goblins, this was a hard choice stay and guard the door so no more foul creatures made it through and watch someone fall to these filthy creatures or help and loose the hold I had on the door.

The choice was taken from me as a body came bursting through the window on my right. A man yelling at the top of his lungs ran straight for the one in need of help. As the goblins followed his retreating back, I figured what the hell no since in guarding the door anymore, the goblins were all following the man so, I ran after him cleaning up the ones he knocked out of his way. This is fun, I caught myself thinking as the laughter from the man earlier caught me again, starting to laugh as each swing brought a new hit upon a foul creature.

I could tell the fight was almost over and we were winning, which to my way of thinking as long as we were alive it was a good thing. I knew several people would need healing as soon as this was over with, and started to mentally recount how many potions I had left with me and in my saddle bags.

 

[scylis]

Zak 'n' Garek

Zak finally made it to Garek, and the two quicky finished off the remaining hobgoblins in the immediate area. they then turned to take out the ones Zak had dissabled while getting to Garek, only to find a female drow waving two gore-slicked scimitars after vanquishing the last goblin around them.

"A DROW!!!" yelled Garek as he watched Zak lunge at her. he quickly brought up his short bow, but couldn't get a shot off w/o possably hitting Zak.

meanwhile, Zak and the mysterious drow were exchanging a furious set of thrusts and parries. however, Zak abruptly stoppend and bowed to the drow.

 

[Kepic]

Here we go...

The fight at the inn:
The goblins, expecting to face but a few mercenaries and such ilk, were ill-prepared to deal with the opponents they found themselves embroiled with, despite the heightened strength granted to them by their boss. But, knowing the price of failure, they fought with cold ferocity, nonetheless.

Chala, the enchantress:
As she gazed down at the ensuing battle from the bannister above, the mass of swinging blades and axes, the clatter of steel on steel, she summoned up her arcane power. She cried out in her lilting voice, heard plainly over the din below by all, the mystic syllables of the magic she had chosen.
The goblins below were suddenly, one and all, struck with an immense feeling of terror, and the intensity of their swings and parries were suddenly leasened greatly, as their eyes widened and they gibbered uncontrollably. The favours of the battle, which was already turning in the direction of the current resident's of the inn, suddenly was shifted decidedly their way.

Harl, the barkeep:
Harl was no coward, yet he was no swordsman, either. But, his, and his sister's, inn was at stake, and their lives, the lives of their patrons, and of their staff. He came out of his room with so much gusto at the sound of the combat's stirring, a hefty cudgel in his right hand, he almost barreled straight into a large, grinning goblin. Three more such foul creatures were following it. He realised suddenly the sounds of combat were coming mainly from the common area, and these four were in the servant's quarters. Each had slung over one of their scrawny shoulders a tied and trussed figure - three of the inn's best, and most attractive, serving girls, and his sister, Jeni, carried by the one in the lead. He knew that it would probably take three goblins alone to carry one woman, yet each of these were hefting their burden's with what seemed no trouble at all.
"What the-" he began to say, but the lead goblin threw out a hand in his direction, palm first, striking Harl squarely in the brow, even as Harl had just gathered enough wits to begin and raise his weapon. Harl stumbled back once more, into his room, and collapsed to the floor, unconcious from the force of the blow.

Borgit:
Borgit and his three goblin comrades had broken quietly into the inn a few minutes before the fight had begun - a diversion, which seemed to be working all to well - with instructions to capture what they could of the inn's breeder - er, female, he mentally corrected, the boss, sure as dwarven armpits stank, didn't like that term - staff, and the female co-owner. They had soon gathered up their targets, and were on the way back out to one of the inn's side doors when the ruckus began. A door to his left (or was it his right? Borgit could never remember) had flung open, and a large human had almost stumbled straight into Borgit, a club held unsteadily.
Borgit flashed him a quick grin, then knocked the blundering human firmly in the head with his free hand - the other was squeezing the rump of his charge, who was still squirming and mumbling muffled curses at him through her gag - sending the man stumbling backwards.
He heard the man strike the floor with a satisfying *thump* just as they crossed the thresh-hold back into the night and the rain. Borgit squeezed his charge's rump once more, and chuckled to himself.
"Don't ya worry, missy, the boss will treat ya good" he said, glancing back over his shoulder at Jeni's tangled hair, "an' I shall be getting a nice reward for this, too, I be thinkin'".
The four goblins ran off into the night, the downpour swiftly eliminating the tracks they would have otherwise left in their wake...

Inside the inn:
The last standing goblin slid from one of the Raven's outstretched blade, burnt and bloody, stone shards from one of it's previous compatriot's embedded in several wounds.
As the fighting came to an almost abrubt halt at last, heads turned this way and that, each combatant making sure that was indeed the last of the green-blooded brutes, and checking on the states of their allies in the, for the majority, unexpected struggle. An uneasy silence settled across the room...

Jadar, and a small group of veteran Raven's:
Through the rain, the horseman galloped, ducking low hanging branches and vaulting fallen trees. Jadar was pushing his black steed to the limit, yet he knew, in his heart, that the Inn was already in grave danger... and he and those men who followed him would not reach the Grinning Griffen for a good while yet...

Chala, the enchantress:
She surveyed the carnage below, frowning slightly. She had hoped for a pleasant nights sleep before continuing on to the city, but fate had played its hand, and easy rest certainly did not seem on the cards. But, at least, it finally seemed over.
She turned back to her room, determined to get in a little sleep before the coming morn, although she had no doubt it would be somewhat fitful. Perhaps, she could idle a little more time away, at least, making herself weary enough to sleep more soundly...
Sitting down upon the white, silken-sheeted bed in her suite, which she had to admit was quite tastefully decorated and worth the coin she had paid for it, she pulled out a wooden rod from one of the many pouches that adorned her waist. It was about three fingers in width and a good span in length (about 9 inches). One end was carved into a sphere, slightly wider than the rod was beneath, the length of which was covered in small bumps and swirls. It was made from polished hardwood, and masterfully crafted - yet it was not unblemished, for there were signs of stress along the rod's length, as if it had been bent repeatedly, and straightend out again, something most would consider impossible, without roughly snapping the thing into two.
Chala placed the rod on the bed, and after slipping off her gown and undergarments, laid back, glancing towards the glossy wand, and waved one of her manicured hands almost idly over the object.
It began to squirm, and then, it crawled acoss the soft sheet till it met her hip. She closed her eyes as the now slightly warming rod crawled over her hip to rest between her inner thighs. The sphere-end turned and began to edge its way forwards once more, nudging at first her love-lips, then forcing its way, gently, inside... she gasped as the pleasure began to flow over her.
She was so engrossed with the feelings her enchanted toy was providing, she had not noticed the door to her room was ajar...

[OOC: Who needs batteries when you can animate objects? Well, I'm sure someone downstairs will start the 'victory' cries soon enough... just to note, those 'characters' who consider themselves of noble standing, or have otherwise stated previously they paid for one of the finer rooms of this establishment, will likely pass by her door on their way back to their own rooms... The 'victory celebrations' should continue long for Borgit and his mates to make good their escape (chuckles wickedly), before someone discovers Harl's unconcious form... please wait till my/Borgit's next 'post' before you start pursuing the main story plot once more... in the meantime, let the festivities commence!]

[Edited by Kepic on 08-22-2000 at 02:24 PM]

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

Finally the fight seemed to have stopped at least for now. As the last goblin dropped to the ground, turning around a man was running towards me his blades flashing. Not again, Tymora bless me for I am tiring. Feeling the power run through my veins Lightshine & Moonshine come up to meet the first strikes. He was fast and strong but I was faster, then sensing he did not mean me harm as he danced a greeting to me with his graceful sword thrusts. It had been a while since I had meet anyone who knew the old ways. Then he bowed to me as was proper do to my station and heritage. I had forgotten that I had dropped the hood to my cloak for the goblins to see me, as it dawned on me why he knew what I was. Smiling I bow in return, speaking to him in the old tongue asking, 'how he knew the secrets of the drow?'

Watching his friend lower his bow with surprise, at our exchange of words. Turning to look around at the destruction we had all created with our fighting. Calling out to Avalon I recieved his answer to my call that he was busy but would be close if needed again. Noticing the man walking towards us with a cane as a blind man would. This was no ordinary blind man and I knew it. Smiling to him secretly as he joins us, knowing that he was more then he wanted anyone else to know and I was not going to tell his secret.

Pulling my hood back up so as not to cause any problems, when the people from inside the Inn started to come out to check outside for anymore danger as I was sure they most likely would....

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin:

I mopped my brow wearily. My shield lay on one of the few standing tables, its glow rapidly dimming now that the battle was over. I leant on Hellsbane for support, and as I refocussed my will, its blue white flame suddenly faded. I had healed myself, and a few others, after the battle, and I was tired. Many goblins had fallen in the battle for the Inn, and very few of us had. Some of the local mercenaries had met their fate, I saw, and a number of the merchants and peasants, too, although it seemed that most had either hidden in safety or managed to escape.

I must confess that I had been surprised by the number of magic users staying at the Inn, although I was not unnerved by it. All of them, even the necromancer, seemed to use their craft to good purposes. Mind you, I thought to myself, if they do not, then they shall see that magic, of any kind, is no match for righteousness and three feet of cold steel.

I turned to Gwidion, who seemed on the point of collapse himself. "I thank you for your help, good Ranger," I said, for that is what I assumed him to be. He smiled at that, and returned "And I am in your debt, noble Paladin." I smiled and bowed slightly.
"Now, perhaps, we might rest, ere the new day with all its troubles come upon us," I continued, gesturing at the mess around us. Green goblin blood was splattered everywhere, along with smaller red stains from the Inn's defenders.
"Aye, I think we might," Gwidion agreed, setting off slowly up the stairs. "Good night, Constantius." I nodded, picked up my shield and set off for my room. I knew that Chala had left a few moments before, and I wondered if she was still awake.

When I arrived at my door, I found that hers was still ajar. I went to push the door open, but heard faint moans coming from within, and stayed my hand. Glancing through the crack, I observed the enchantress lying full length on her bed, naked, with some obviously enchanted object inside her. I involuntarily gasped, the adrenaline in my body immediately finding a new outlet. Underneath my mail and tunic, I could feel myself hardening, responding to this woman in front of me with her strange magic. A manic lust took hold of me, and my right hand immediately slipped down to my crotch, where I began to rub it gently. All I could think of was the desire to take this woman, to be taken by her...the desire for both of us to be consumed by each other...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion sat in a chair in the common room, leaning back and breathing deeply as his strength slowly come back. He swore never again to use so much power, but it had been worth it--they had won.
Around him, people were celebrating, some people had taken out instruments and started to play.
Some scantily dressed servant girls started a provocative dance which brought a smile to Gwidion's lips...maybe his wish for a flirt or two had not been in vain after all...

ooc: Is it just me, or do we lack some more female characters?

 

[Always]

*stretches and walks down the stairs* nice day of sleep... *looks around*

 

[Morwen]

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[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Gwidion stood up. He had long ago decided for various reasons to liv a life in the shadow, shrouded in mystery...but there were occasions when he just wanted to celebrate and join in any feasting or merrymaking, and this was one such occasion. Smiling at some of the girls, a glitter in his blue eyes he wandered off towards the counter, where poeple were helping themselves to drinks. gwidion frowned. It looked like they were drinking away Harl's supply without a second thought. Where was Harl, anyway? Oh well, time enough to ponder that later. Gwidion filled himself a mug of cider--promising himsefl that he would pay Harl at the first opportunity--and went back to his chair, watching the activities around him for a moment. He then caught sight of the two Elven Rangers. Raising his mug in greeting, he called in the elven tongue:
"An Galad, Mellyn!"--to the Light, friends!

 

[scylis]

"it doesn't matter how," he replied, "or that i do. you fought bravely, probably even saved my life, even though i am a surface elf, the second most hated creature in Drow society. for that i am greatful. and you are very beautiful. would you care for a drink with two grateful men? Garek and i would be more than happy to pay for your merriment and room."

 

[Kepic]

Current characters...

Run by me (though I might ask soon for others to take some off my hands, this is getting a bit daunting):
Harl, human, the barkeep, co-owner of the inn with Jeni, his sister
Jeni, human, Harl's sister and co-owner of the inn (obviously), Jadar's lover
Jadar, human male, leader of the Raven's mercenary company, and Jeni's lover
Chala, human (with slight elven blood), the enchantress
Borgit, goblin, with one mean streak!
Several other minor "NPC's" (goblins, Raven mercs, the new boss of the goblin tribes, etc etc.)

Lava goddess:
Gaia, human, the only female warrior in Jadar's Ravens
(this still leaves room for female scoutish types)

Morgoth:
Lokken, human, Emperor of Taros, warrior and necromancer, has Thrinta as a servant daemon

Drake:
Constantius, human, Paladin

Lightman:
Gwidion, human male, ranger-type (still somewhat of a mysterious figure...)

LadyChance:
Wysteria, drow(dark-elf) female, skilled in magic and blade

Shila:
Merayinne Rikkenmalle, elven female, obviously a skilled thief

OnyxDragon:
Sun Silvertree, a mysterious blind man

scylis:
Zakinveras Thoral, elven male, ranger
Garek, human male, thief

Morwen:
Tellera, human female (though much elven blood in her veins), thief
[Morwen : Plot development for you... Tellera will find a note slipped under her rooms door. Guild instructions - discover the secret recipe for Dragonfire Red! No force of arms, or terror tactics to be used... it is believed that Harl and Jeni don't keep the recipe written down anywhere, but in their heads, and expensive magics have been paid for to keep this from magical or other similar mind-reading exposure...
Harl is still unconcious in his room, by the way, wearing nought but a hastily donned nightshirt, which is probably askance from his fall...]

Is that everyone? I apologise sincerely if I've missed someone.


[Edited by Kepic on 08-23-2000 at 11:31 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Borgit, the goblin scout:

Borgit:
He rad ran most of the remainder of the night, he and his fellow goblins, to bring their captives to their main camp. Their route was indirect, but Borgit could see the sense behind the bosses plan. The rain had finally ceased but an hour after they had fled the inn, and they were now leaving unwanted tracks.
Along their course, several other bands of goblins were waiting, each four score, similarly enchanted with strength magic, and bearing sacks filled with dirt meant to roughly weigh that of a human female. Once Borgit and his fellows encountered them, they tred ground together, mingling their footprints, before setting off once more in seperate directions. The boss was clever, indeed, Borgit snickered to himself as he crossed into the camp and slowed his pace as he approached the large, black and red tent the boss had taken residence in. That should throw off anyone who might be foolish enough to track them. And the 'magics' the boss had recently cast should discourage those who might try divination to lead them here.
One of the goblins behind him huffed, and dropped the bundle he carried.
Borgit stared at him disapprovingly.
"Better nat have bruised da goods" he hissed to the careless goblin, "boss'd be upset".
The goblin that briefly met his stare and gave a worried nod, as it glanced down at the trussed and gagged serving wench he had dropped on the ground.
"Borgit" a voice said, as the tent flaps flew apart. The voice was soft, melodius, feminine...
"My, Borgit... you have done well" the voice continued, "enter, and I shall reward you".
Borgit was bending down to carefully place his own charge on the ground, when the voice added "no, Borgit, bring her inside, too..."
Borgit grinned widely at his fellow goblins, and puffed out his chest. They were scowling at him, with obvious jealousy in their yellow eyes. The Boss favoured Borgit greatly. She had told him some time ago that he was the best, and largest, goblin scout - and, when he had replied to her, "I'ma sure that'd I'ma da best, but there's plenty of other scout's bigger than Borgit, in the tribes ya've got bunched up" - she had added that she was not referring to his height.
Hefting the woman on his shoulder once more, who had began to squirm a little again, he patted her rump and grinned once more as he stepped into the tent...

[OOC: Hmm... anyone fancy taking up the role of Jeni in what will soon ensue?]

 

[Lightman]

would like to help

ooc:
Hey Kepic, if I can help you in managing your characters, just tell me.
And congratulations on this terrific board.

 

[Kepic]

Chala, the enchantress:

She arched her back, biting her bottom lip in an effort to stiffle the moans that were now freely leaving her throat.
Between her thighs, the enchanted rod worked its wonders on her, as she was willing it to.
Her thoughts were almost completely lost to her pleasure, yet, she heard from the direction of her room's door, the faint jinking sound of mail.
She raised her head and looked at the door, catching a glimpse of someone there, through the crack, watching her. Whoever it was, stepped out of sight quickly, obviously trying to remain undetected. It excited her further.
She gave out a louder moan, as she parted her lips to utter a spell, which almost disrupted it. The door swung inwards, at her bequest, revealing Constantius, looking surprised the door's sudden movement, one hand on his crotch. A guilty expression crossed his face.
Chala smiled at him, and bit her lip again, to stifle yet another moan, then laid her head back once more.
"Enter <ahhh> good sir..." she moaned softly, just loudly enough for him to hear.

[Lightman... Jeni, and the three kidnapped serving wenches, are freely available, please take one or two of them up... Borgit and his boss want a little fun Thanks for the offer!]

[Edited by Kepic on 08-23-2000 at 01:07 PM]

 

[Lightman]

glad to help

ooc: Sure, Kepic. I take it the woman who was just taken into the tent was Jeni. Since I still don't know exactly who this boss is, I'll leave that for a while, and take one of the serving girls instead.

Lissia awoke with a headache. The first thing she noticed was that her wrists were bound together, as were her ankles, and that a gag was blocking her mouth. Looking around, she son saw that she was in a goblin camp. Two of the filthy greenskins were guarding her, and arguing(as goblins usually do.)
"Nah, Rapgut, ya don't want ta damage da boss' goods."
"Hah, da boss didna say we can nat have fun with 'em, Scumclaw. Anyway, da boss will nat know if'n we keeps it between us."
Fury showed on Scumclaw's face, as well as fear from the boss, but both were suddenly replaced by animal lust.
"Yah, gotta point, Rapgut. Hah, if'n we're asked we just say we prepared 'er for da boss."
Lissia's eyes widened with fear as the goblins slowly approached her.
Quick as a snake, Rapgut suddenly tore away her blouse and her bra, exposing her small but shapely breasts.
"Hah, Scumclaw, gonna have fun with dat one..."

 

[Kepic]

Rapgut and Scumclaw:

Rapgut grinned wickedly.
"Yeh, I think ya hit the dwarf on da nonce with that" he replied, fumbling with the dirty cord that held up his patchwork leggings.
"Lets get goin', before any of da lads find what we be about doin'..."
A loud voice suddenly said:
"What you doing, squirts?"
Rapgut and Scumclaw straightened up sharpish, and stepped together, turning to face the intruder.
One of the bosses newest recruits, an ogre called Barsh.
"Er, nothin'" they replied in unison, trying to conceal the prisoner from his view.
The ogre narrowed his eyes, and, reaching out his hands, parted the goblins, who tried their best to stand their ground despite his overpowering strength.
Barsh widened his eyes slightly once more.
"Can't trust goblins" he said, spitting to his left, "get out and stay out - Barsh guard human".
Rapgut and Scumclaw fair scurried out of the tent where Lissia had been placed at his angry-sounding words.
The ogre watched them go, then, pulling the tent flaps closed again, he turned back to face the captive.
"Can't trust ogres, either" he grinned, staring at her, as he reached down with his big meaty hands and ripped off her long black skirt, exposing her shapely legs.
However, Barsh didn't seem particularly impressed. He only wanted one thing. He hauled off the furs he wore and dropped them to one side. The ogres penis was exposed, now fully rigid, almost four inches thick and about two-and-a-half spans in length (about 22 inches)...

[Edited by Kepic on 08-23-2000 at 01:11 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin

My embarrassment at being discovered by Chala was acute, and yet also strangely tempered with feverish excitement. At her whispered invitation, I boldly strode into the room and flung the door shut behind me. Before I could lock it, however, Chala had whispered a word and I heard the lock snick into place. I smiled at the woman's skill and moved over to gaze down in wonder at her exquisite body.
"Pray remove your cumbersome attire for me, good sir," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I needed no further urging, and I unbuckled Hellsbane and lay it against the wall, along with my shield. Next came my outer tunic, other outer garments, and mail coat, which I hung over a dummy designed for the purpose that sat in the corner. Clearly, Harl's best rooms catered to guests who had armour.
I stood at last in just my undergarment, my excitement plainly visible to the woman who lay in front of me, pleasuring herself with her own enchantments. With a swift movement, she grabbed my chest and pulled me down to her, and our lips met and locked. With my tongue I eagerly explored her hot, moist mouth, and my lips felt like they were on fire. Her tongue was a wanton thing, roaming my mouth at will, flaunting its careless power in exciting me. I climbed onto the bed and straddled Chala, sitting on her flat, smooth stomach, but hunched forward as I continued to kiss her. Meanwhile, my hands dropped to her shoulders, and began a slow caress of her exposed, creamy flesh...

 

[Lightman]

Lissia

Lissia tried to scream, but the gag muffled her cries. Barsh undid the ties that held her ankles together, then seized one of her legs in each hand and spread them wide apart. Lissia squealed and started to squirm.
Barsh only grinned and went to his knees, clutching her left breast in her hand, getting ever nearer to her...
Lissia screamed against her gag as Barsh's giant cock penetrated her. Grunting, the ogre grasped her hip and pressed his shaft inside her tight, tight cunt.
Tears rolled down Lissia's face and she made muffled sounds that were either sobs or moans, or both, as Borg continued to enter her ever deeper...

 

[Always]

Re: Gwidion the young stranger

]My head snapped up at the words I hadn;t heard in years. I watched suspiciously as the human raised his mug. The last time I'd heard those words had been... a long time. I had hoped never to hear them again.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion

Gwidion saw the sudden reaction of the elven woman and raised his eyebrows. What he had said was a simple toast. But then she had probably just been surprised that he had spoken in the Elven-tongue.
Gwidion raised his mug at her, essaying a friendly smile.

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

Smiling my gratefulness to the elf, I turn back towards the Inn thinking a drink really sounded good to me and these two gentlemen were going to pay. Besides I knew there had to be hurt people inside and might need my potions. Ok so this might be a good place to rest. Getting to the door I check to make sure my hood is back in place, unfortunely I had not remembered to grab my gloves to hide the color of my hands and the robe I had put on before the fight didn't button up all the way so I knew my legs were going to show. So I was going to take a risk and pray that no one took me for one of the enemy. Stepping into the Inn several girls are dancing around in a celebration of the victory and the men are enjoying the distraction of the women. Looking around I see the drinks are being freely poured so sitting down at a table I catch the eye of one of the girls serving
the wine and motion for her to bring drinks to us at our table. Shifting position a little for a little more comfort my robe falls open to show off a very shapely ebony leg and thigh.

 

[dansemajik]

enter Morgana

Morgana. Daughter of Sil the sorceror, and Mary, who was rumored to be half fairy, half human. Morgan exuded mystery. She did not make her talents known. Sometimes they just made themselves known. People gave her wide berth. She was said to have posession of magick. She was a gentle looking soul. With eyes as old as the earth. One could see wisdom burning in the green intensity of them. She could put an entire room into deep slumber with a single song.

She was dressed in a leather jerkin, covering her gauzy skirts. Her dagger and sword strapped firmly to her side. Always accompanied by the wolf Gar. Gar was a gentle beast, unless his companion was threatened. He had given his oath to guard Morgana to her father. Gar understood the magick that coursed thru Morganas veins. It would either be her salvation, or her destruction. She had not had to choose yet, but Gar could tell the time was drawing near.

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken stepped into his room and suddenly turned around. He sensed a magical lock. One of a few things was happening. Someone was getting raped, kidnapped, or killed. He ran to the door. He cast a hand of death on the door and it crumbled. He entered to see the Paladin fucking the sorceress. Imediately, the paladin moved to a throwing dagger, even though he was fucking someone. "Don't bother Paladin. Do you know who I am? I am Lokken, emperor of Taros, I accompanied the great Mikba company, those who destroyed the scum. I have a Paladin friend, so I can befriend you too. Now, may I have your names?', he asked, replacing the door with a magical barrier. It looked like a wall, but the only thing that could destroy it was the caster's command. Then he slid off his pants followed by the undergarments. He took off his shirt, revealing his well toned chest and arms.

 

[dansemajik]

Morgana seems to have really stepped into it this time. She had no clue what was transpiring all around her. The aura of the place was bile green. Evil abounded. Gar gave a low growl in his chest. Morgana's hand touched his head and he quieted. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Something amiss, but what? She sensed majick that was not of her sect. She sensed fear, and she sensed something deeper, more base, but she could not place it.

She went to the bar and asked for ale. She was regaurded suspiciosly, but was served never the less. She found her way to a table and asked the serving wench for a trencher of mutton and bread for herself, and one for Gar. The serving wench looked at the big gray wolf and decided not to tell Morgana that dogs weren't allowed inside the inn.

Morgana waited for her food, sipping the cool ale. Absorbing her surroundings.