Tormented Soles - A Tickling RPG (Roleplaying Thread)

[Hue]

OOC: A few questions for Kalamos. What is your definition of 'Mildly abusive'? Please provide some examples as well. Is 'mods' short for moderators? Could you please give me an example of your idea for the 'updated character sheets'? If I have came across of making fun of you, I deeply apologize, that was not my intent. Old saying, "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions." You have to forgive me and my 'agression/abusive' behavior. I am not like that normally. I have suffered a great deal mentally from a MASSIVE truck wreck that occured on December 1st, 2003, and am still recovering from that. Details will be provided if you email me at [email protected]. I will change my characters in a few more posts, and provide 'updated character sheets' at that time. Anyway, when you can provide me with the information that I require, the sooner we all can get along and be happy. I don't know about the rest of you, but I want to keep the blood shed on the screen and not in real life. Kalamos, this response in the kinder and more gentle version of what I could have posted in reply to your recent post. I sorta feel like some of my characters right now, I just want to 'lash out violently' but that will do me no good whatsoever. Looking forward to your next post Kalamos. Hopefully we can let bygones be bygones and work [out of character] together to benefit one and all.

 

[Kalamos]

OOC: A few questions for Kalamos. What is your definition of 'Mildly abusive'?

To [mis]quote the old saying "I'll recognize [abuse] when I see it".

Is 'mods' short for moderators?

Yes. It is.
We are also DMs. That is Dungeon Masters. Narrators AND umpires [and more], if you will.

Could you please give me an example of your idea for the 'updated character sheets'?

Not yet. We want to keep the game free form, but if you plan on using magic or fighting skills frequently, we'll have to plan accordingly.

I want to stress out that free-form RPGs are *not* suited to any kind of complex magical or tactical endeavour.

That's why I suggested a fairly low magic lever. Chars should be able to divine events, through dreams or sacrifices. They could have a limited form of telepathy too.

Any major tampering with physics is discouraged; magic should help technology in making certain commodities [like sewers, communications or siege engines] more readily available.
Creating food from thin air is extremely difficult, and making longer lasting objects next to impossible.
Magic missiles, fireballs or Kamehamea Waves are out of place - for a lot of good reasons.

Since we are not using any magical rule system, we decide case by case. That's why I'd rather have you better define what your chars can do, now, instead of over-ruling your posts later.

Same goes for fighting skills, to some extent.

I am aware that some "new rules" could clash with what we allowed for, so far, in previous posts.
We are simply adjusting the rules as issues arise.

Since we can't edit posts for micro-adjustments [it would be painless], we have to discuss this in the public.

Please remember [you all, gals and guys] this is no console game: there is no underlying rule system that prevents your chars to do something outside the boundaries enforced by the programmers.
We all are making this game alive, and the only rules should be having fun and using common sense.

If I have came across of making fun of you, I deeply apologize, that was not my intent.

It is no problem. I don't get upset.
If you never played "pen and paper" RPGs before, it is very difficult to accept DM's authority.
Online RPGs are even worse, since you have to bear with a complete stranger telling you what *your* chars can do or can't.

We can only get to know each others, learn our quirks so we don't grate on each other's nerves too much.

My role is creating a seamless world for everybody. When I give an advice, it is because I foresee potential abuse.
You can trust me, and follow my advice.
You can question me, and - when I can - I'll explain myself.

Even when we DMs will get moderator status, I want to assure everybody we will speak before, and edit - if really necessary - after.

This is a living social game. Enjoy the experience.
No console game will ever be as open-ended and player-friendly. 🙂

I have suffered a great deal mentally from a MASSIVE truck wreck that occured on December 1st, 2003, and am still recovering from that.

I am sorry for what happened to you.
I wasn't aware of that, but I respect you, and all the players equally.

If any of you feels wronged by the DMs, please pause and reflect on the full implications.
If you still can't accept our advices, feel free to ask. Over the public, or over PMs.

Also, keep in mind we are here to have fun too: whether you are experienced players, or complete newbies, try and have fun and use your common sense when everything else fails.
No rule is carved in stone - either for you, and for us.

I will change my characters in a few more posts, and provide 'updated character sheets' at that time.
Anyway, when you can provide me with the information that I require, the sooner we all can get along and be happy.

I'll be posting guidelines soon.
In the meantime, keep in mind we *could* ask you to modify your posts *if* we feel they are potentially unbalancing.

Kalamos, this response in the kinder and more gentle version of what I could have posted in reply to your recent post. I sorta feel like some of my characters right now, I just want to 'lash out violently' but that will do me no good whatsoever.

I am strict about this game but laid-back in life.
I understand your personal issues, but I want to assure you I am not singling you out for the sake of it.

You are - rather - our "troubleshooter". You are playing the game to its limits. Sometimes seams burst.
But that's what we DMs are here for.

Looking forward to your next post Kalamos. Hopefully we can let bygones be bygones and work [out of character] together to benefit one and all.

I never doubted so.
I am simply explaining everything - risking being boring - because I care for the game and the gamers.

Get well and have as much fun as possible with us.


Reg's.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina is just, as she has thought to herself more than once this evening, is just not having a good day. Now she is being paraded through the streets of Bisanthium trussed up like a slave, looking for someone to buy her!

She mmphs in protest, screaming in to the ball gag that muffles her voice and her protests, giving one last desperate look to the shop that she is being pulled away from. She gives struggle, but she is not that strong and trussed up anyway.

"MMMMpH!" She shrieks as people come over to inspect her, giving her a few pokes. At least she's clothed is all she can really be thankful for.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

((As much as I hate to toss my hat in the ring, Hue...I did get a little bit confused about the difference between Night Raptor and RAPTOR; I appreciate Kalamos' comment that just capitalizing one's name doesn't necessarily mean we won't get confused. I appreciate you like the names, but I mean..you have Robert and Roberta and RAPTOR and Night Raptor. The more easily confuzzled of us can get a bit tossed around by that; that is all Kalamos was saying))

 

[Hue]

OOC: To Rilina, I understand completely. My next post will begin the 'fun of fusion'. To Kalamos, I was driving to school and got T-Boned by a fairly big moving truck careening through the intersection. My 6,000 pound truck went air borne, came crashing back down to the ground, got clipped again by the other truck, and that truck landed on top of my Toyota Tacoma Prerunner [6 weeks and 1 day old at the time 🙁 ] which was upside down with me trapped inside. I was held in place by my seat belt. None of the paramedics and police officers thought that I and my passenger would live to make it to the hospital. I suffered a concussion which then lead into Post Concussive Syndrome which bascially meant that I couldn't concentration on school work for more than 2 minutes at a time. I got tired extremely easy, had some insomnia, and other crazy stuff happen. Pety-maul seizures occured, random tangents occured, and confusion happened. I lost conciesness TWICE during the accident, once at the moment impact occured, and when I regained it, I thought that I was having a bad dream. Then lost it again shortly there after. Came too again and was being loaded onto the backboard and then loaded into an ambulance. Lucky me that I lived to tell the tale. You can view the pictures that my dad took along with me 2 days after the accident from my homepage, click on the link entitled, "My Photo Page" One of the groupings of truck photos has the truck that hit my in the background. It is the big white box truck.

 

[cassandra1]

(OOC: Maybe either Night Raptor or RAPTOR can find out his real name, which doesn't have the word "raptor" in it. You know, like the X-Men.)

While parading the 'slave' around the streets of Bisanthium, the guards chatted amongst themselves about the dragon they saw earlier in the shop. He was a formidable foe, but what could have brought him to that shop to cause trouble? The three guards immediately turned to Rilina who was screaming through the gag and struggling in vain.

"Erm, I think she has something to do with it." Reno, the guard holding Rilina's right arm, suggested.

"Yeah I think you're right." said Ceryl, the burliest of the group, "Methinks that half-dragon showed up to save her from Ayal. Maybe she can tell us where to find him so that we can capture him."

Ferron, who had the most evil look on his face, said, "Bring her to the torture room in the barracks. I believe we all know how to make her talk." This brought huge grins on the faces of all three men. They ignored the slavers who approached to inspect the 'slave' and proceeded to the nearest barracks. Catching the attention of quite a few soldiers there, the three brought Rilina down some stairs and into a dungeon, sparsely furnished with various torture devices.

There was an old, worn out bed with straps attached to the bedposts. The guards pushed Rilina down on it, untied her hands and strapped her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. On the wall nearby was a rack carrying pliers, nails, branding irons... and bottles of oil. Ceryl removed the ball gag from Rilina's mouth as his two comrades stood by.

"Now tell us what you know about that half-dragon."

 

[Kalamos]

OOC:

Quick update.

I am about to post preliminary design sketches. Hope they enhance the gaming experience.

 

[Hue]

RAPTOR's Discovery

RAPTOR was doing his meditation in the back of The Poison Apple, when he had a vision. His eyes snapped opened and his mouth dropped open. "I know who I am."

"Of course you do," Roberta replied, "You are RAPTOR."

"No, I mean my REAL name," RAPTOR replied.

"What is your real name RAPTOR?" Hugh asked.

"It is," RAPTOR began, "Cornelius Conrad Pitoric"

"Cornelius Conrad Pitoric eh," Robert commented, "Nice name Cornelius."

"Thank you," Cornelius [earlier known as RAPTOR] replied.

"I think that I will use my middle name from now on," Roberta stated.

"What is your middle name Roberta?" NIGHTMARE asked.

"Cathy," Roberta replied.

"Sweet," Draco replied.

"Thank you Draco," Cathy replied.

"Time for another drink to celebrate RAPTOR's discovery," Hugh stated, "Don't you agree?"

"Of course," Robert replied, "Cheers."

"Bottoms up," Draco said.

Everyone laughed and had another drink.

(OOC: I hope this cuts down in the confusion. Let me know if it doesn't. Next posts with this group will have the new names in full swing.)

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina squeaks when she sees where she is being brought, images of what a group of soldiers could do to a pretty young girl running through her head; they triple when she is brought down to the dungeon and she is shackled to the icky bed.

Rilina is quaking in terror as the ball gag comes out of her mouth, and the words tumble out at light speed.

"Oh gods please, I don't know him, I didn't know the slaver, I was minding my own business! I was kidnapped along with this other girl and then they took me back to my shop and the slaver was there and the dragon guy showed up please! I'm just an Apothecary let me go, I'm not a slave, I don't know anything!" She begs, nigh unto incoherency. The frightening events of the evening seem to be catching up with her.

 

[Hue]

My attempt at Character Sheets that Kalamos wants done

(OOC: This is my attempt to complete a character sheet that Kalamos requested be done. This is merely a prototype. Starting with Night Raptor.)

Night Raptor's Ability Sheet​

Magical Abilities = has the ability to transform into a dragon and back into a human, can store his weapons magical during his transformations [full or half way], can disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, has foresight like Draco and can communicate with Draco telepathically, in his dragon form he can breath fire, and Night Raptor has the power to destroy a town with a mere though.

Fighting Skills = Highly skilled assassin who can kill ten people in the blink of an eye, not so great in long range fighting, can't shoot an arrow, prefers close combat over distance combat or long range combat, only long range weapon he is able to use effectively is his fire. Night Raptor's favorite weapon is his Scythe. N.R. loves slashing and chewing his opponents to bits with his dragon teeth and claws.

(That is my prototype for Night Raptor. Kalamos, please let me know how I did and give me some suggestions if this is not exactly what you had in mind for these Character Ability Sheets.)

 

[Kalamos]

Setting Update:

I finally scanned some the preliminary design sketchs.
Edit: Moved them.

01 - Aygomen Helms.

Aygomen is a corrupted form for an elven term roughly meaning "common place" or "universal home".

It is the name known-world usually goes by. While the word originally referred to elven-speaking countries only, it later came to mean "world".


Morean Karea helms are hinged composite helms. They cover much of the face [but not enough to be called full-helms], and are considered the best of the best in terms of protection and wearability.
They are derived from Talanic-style Elven helms - minus the superior forging technology.


Talanic Viroi are closely related to one-piece Aygyan helms. They are forged from a single sheet of metal - thanks to secret elven magic-technology - and nobody can manufacture them outside elven lands.
They are light, offer a good deal of protection, but they hard quite hard to mantain without proper knowledge and tools.


Kathic Kavlets are dwarven composite helmets. They cover the cheeks and the nose, leaving just the chin unprotected.
They are made from different metal alloys - they are very very sturdy, but they also weigh a lot by human standards and are definitely uncomfortable to wear - if they fit at all.


Tharagyan Kyroi are actually related to Morean Kareas, minus the hinged face-pieces.
Southern Tharagya in particular, enjoyed a long period of peace and a warmer climate than Morea, so helms were adapted to something less cramped.
Bisanthium guards can be seen wearing Tharagyan-style helms since they are comfortable to wear and readily recognizable thanks to the characteristic spike. Plus, they are cheaper to manufacture.


02 - Kathic Auxiliary.

Kathadum Thanates lie to north and east of the Empire.
Most of these Dwarven Kingdoms keep to themselves, and rarely trade or communicate outside their own community.

Those who do, sometimes hire out as mercenaries. Kathic Karls make stout, resolute infrantry; they serve as Auxiliaries within Imperial armies.

Kathes also know how to tame mountain beasts and train them into vicious mounts. Kathic Griffon-Riders are especially prized and feared.


03 - Tharagyan Dancer.

Tharagyan Ankyras are professional dancers. They are often trained as maid-servants and sometimes as professional escorts.

While Tharagyan culture is strongly sexist, Ankyras Dancers enjoy a certain degree of respect and succesful ones can hope to retire rich, one day.

They are especially famous for the well-liked Feather Dance.


04 - Tharagyan Guardsman.

Tharagyan Guardsmen usually wear Kyroi and various kinds of segmented armour.

Forge-moulding is little known and especially expensive - so few can afford to wear Aygyan Ayroi or Morean Tolakes cuirasses.

Well-off guardsmen and officers often wear cloaks or linen coifs as a sign of their status.

Most of them carry "Garatioi" short swords in "Barateos" baldrics; they rarely wear full armour. They sometimes employ "Palamoi" small shields; they seldom use the larger "Skutamoi" variety while in town.


Reg's.

 

[cassandra1]

(OOC: That's good, Hue. No more confusion between the characters' names.)

The three guards removed their helmets and gloves, setting them down on a wooden table. "Yes, we knew you would say that, to protect your half-dragon friend who is now seen as a dangerous criminal by the guards." Ferron said, "Believe me, this is not the first time we have resorted to this method of extracting information..." What he just said was evident by the faint smell of sweat and urine from the bed; apparently their previous detainee was tortured so badly that she had to pee while strapped down.

Ceryl and Reno each grabbed a bottle of oil and rubbed a bit of it over Rilina's soles, making them smooth. But Ferron got started by walking up to Rilina's arms and sliding a pair of wiggling fingers down her right arm, into her armpit.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina begins to lose it even when the guardsmen begin applying oil to her already incredibly soft feet; her feet are just that sensitive, and she begins laughing melodically. But when the fingers move down her body...

Her hairless pit is apparently almost as sensitive as her feet. She begins bucking wildly and squealing with hysterical, if pretty, laughter as the fingers connect. She jumps around as best she can; she clenches her fingers and toes tight to try to block out the sensation.

"I'd nehehever mehehehehet hihihihim!" She screams, confessing only the truth. Of course, the truth isn't going to get her free.

She remembers the only times she was tickled before this was in her mid teens, when some of the local teenaged boys got a bug in their system to tickle her; besides that,t his night makrs the first time she has been tickled seriously at all.

"Stohohohohohohop!"

 

[cassandra1]

Seeing Rilina's frantic reactions only motivated the guards to tickle her even more. "You don't know anything? Don't lie to me!" Ferron poked his fingers deeper into Rilina's armpits and wiggled his fingers faster than before. His two friends put the bottles down and, with devilish smiles, ran their fingers up and down the girl's oiled feet.

"You should know that we can do this all day long." Ferron laughed. He pulled Rilina's shirt up, exposing her belly. Then with his other hand, tickled her around the navel. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her movements in response to the torture. In fact, all three guards enjoyed it.

 

[tukano_2]

(OOC:

Hue: I'm very sorry about what you experienced, I hope you will get better soon

Kalamos: beautiful illustrations and background! It really gives a taste of the world we are playing in 🙂

Cassandra and Kalamos: is it OK about my idea of "Asperum", the slavers Citadel?

Cassandra and Rilina: can Castorp and Luna buy Rilina, after the guards have their fun with her, and let the three of them end up in Asperum later?

I'll let my chars playing that way, if you don't agree just tell me.

Castorp and Luna were just escaped from Brazorf's room in the Dragon's Way, they found Stapleton, Taj's char, out of the tavern, but Stapleton remained there, while Castorp and Luna ran away.)

Castorp was exhausted, he and Luna had to run and hide themselves in the darkest corners of the city to avoid being taken by Brazorf's guards: it wouldn't have been a pleasing experience for them to be in their claws and to face Brazorf's revenge...

Luna was doing much better than Castorp, even if the mischievous bard was used to run away from "delicate" situations, hiding themselves in the countryside was much easier, it requires much less running skill and breath... She was even carrying the coffer, that looked quite heavy.

But at some point even Luna had to stop... She was already short of breath from the "session" she had with the evil Brazorf. "I can't take it anymore... we have to stop somewhere...". Castorp couldn't agree more: even if he couldn't speak, he just nodded in approvation, while heavily breathing. The little Tolpoff was barking all around his owner.

The problem was to find a place in which they could get shelter, avoiding people who could have business relationships with Brazorf: not easy, since he was one of the most influent men in that part of the city. They would be probably forced to leave Bysanthium...

They decided to rest for a while and sat with their back against the walls of a dark lane, while Luna saw a group of men bringing a girl in chains. That was not unusual at all in Bysanthium, but what took her attention was the fact that the poor girl had something familiar... Hey, wait! That is Rilina!!!

Castorp had not yet enough breath to bring oxygen to his brain, so all he could do was outputting an interrogative grunt. "Rilina! The apothecary! They were torturing her on the stage at the Dragon's Way!". Castorp started slightly to gain back his mental faculties and remembered: a mischievous grin appeared on his rather mindless face: "Yes... I remember her... laughters... hi hi hi...".

Luna couldn't believe it: "Can't you think about anything else? In a situation like this?...". She turned to watch the scene again: Rilina was frightened, of course, whatever was going to happen, she would get soon what she deserved, so a wide evil grin appeared on her face too...

Taking a better look at the men carrying the young maiden, Luna realized that they were trying to sell her to some slaver's agent: there were plenties in Bysanthium, always going around in the most infamous streets of the city, searching for people who ended up in predicaments like Rilina's, to get new slaves at a good price.

Luna identified herself for a while with a rich and powerful slaver and thought how would it be to have Rilina as her personal slave... Well, she wouldn't torture her personally, but she would have plenties of faithful servants to take care of that... She would have enjoyed Rilina's torments, tasting her revenge on the dishonest apothecary... Her grin grew even wider... Lost in that fantasies, she suddendly realized how the coffer was heavy, and her mind went to what was into the coffer...

"Wait..." Castorp: "Huh? More troubles to come, I suppose...". Luna smiled naughtly: "I think we have found an investment for my newly gained money...", then looked again at the men and the girl in the street. Castorp: "What? Are you serious? Are you going to give away the money WE purchased, risking our own lives, just for a slave?... Well, she is pretty, no doubt and I would love to put my hands on those sensitive soles, but...".

Luna interrupted him: "So? You see? You are interested in inflicting to her terrible torments at least as I am interested in seeing her suffering them. Plus, once we had our fun with her, we could sell her for a good price". Moreover, thought Luna, that way she could save herself from keeping the promise she made to the bard, that is to let him take advantage of his sensitiveness as "bred for ticklishness": that was a damn good reason too...

Castorp was used to think with his stomach, fingers and ... something else down there, much more than with his brain, so he just said: "Ok... oh Gods! I really have to stop dealing with women... you still have some of those herbs Rilina sold you, don't you?"

Luna was satisfied, she was about to go and ask the guards about prices and conditions, while they suddendly left the streets. "Hey, where are they going with MY slave?"... She and Castorp followed the guards, and Luna, who knew Bysanthium much better than Castorp, realized that they were heading to the guards' barracks. "Mmmhhh... That could be harder than I thought... let's just follow them!".

 

[Kalamos]

OOC:

Hi there T.
Glad you liked my pics. More to come, soon.

Personally, I liked the addition of Asperum. It could both be a separate citadel - like a caravanserai - or a market district - like Istambul's Bazaar.

If you wanted to remain within the city, Asperum could actually be the main slave market.

I'll add more later, as I write things up.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina just bawls with laughter, thin frame writhing up and down, left and right as she is tormented; the hands on her now freshly oiled feet go even further to drive her insane. She is getting to the point where even if she had something to tell them, she wouldn't.

And what is everyone's fascination with her navel?

She flops around, growing more and more listless every time. Soon her ramblings become almost incoherent and she has to fight to beg to talk now. "I'll tahahahahahahalk!" She says somewhat weakly.

 

[cassandra1]

(OOC: I like the idea of Asperum too.)

"Damn, they always break so quickly." Reno commented without stopping his vicious assault on Rilina's feet. With a signal from Ferron, the tickling ceased though the guards' fingers were still poised over Rilina's feet, belly and armpits.

Ferron leaned closer to her face. Both of his hands moved over her belly button, sensing that it might be her most ticklish spot. "Go on, tell us what you know about the half-dragon."

 

[country]

Waylander was beyond frustration. This man, this thief who had bolted from the room as if being hunted by ravenous wolves, was proving to be a troublesome person to follow. Obviously, this was not the first time he had been forced to flee with a "package". He knew when and where to make a turn, to zig or zag. He used every tree, every bush, to cover up his trail. But the worse part about it was the speed with which he did this. Waylander could match the cover up speed, even best it, but tracking it was another thing. Very impressive skill, but not superior. It would only be a matter of time before he caught up to them. Then, Waylander would take his frustrations out on this man. And enjoy it.

Waylander was maybe a minute behind them when he stopped dead in his tracks. Something was wrong. It was too quiet. Way too quiet. Something was missing. The lack of land animals didn't surprise him. Even when he was stealthy, some animal always fled when he came by. But birds didn't. There was always the noise of a bird in a tree. But there was not a single chirp. Something was in the trees. He began studying the bark on the nearest tree, then the next one, then the next one. At about the fifth one, he found what he was looking for. Grooves from boots. But not those of a guard, or even a bounty hunter. No, these were different. They had metal on them, from the look of the indentations in the bark. Fancy, but not very smart. Only the guard of a royal could possess these boots. Either that or someone who was very stupid when it came to survival. He was about to look at another tree, when a single leaf fell on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw saw the faintest of glares from something small. An arrow...

Jaric had to shift his arm slightly. The glare off of his arrow had gotten into his eye. Again. His troupe had never done this before. This had to have been the first time they had scaled trees in order to fight someone. They were about to continue their trek onward toward the town when the scout had signaled the approach of a man with a woman captive. That wouldn't have been a problem, but the description of the woman had matched that of the king's daughter. So, they had scrambled up the trees, and were now waiting on a shot at the man. He would claim the prize for killing this man, and capturing the king's daughter alive. The man was in a clearing now, his back an open and begging target. He took aim, sighted, and.....dropped the arrow, as a blade tore through his heart. At the same time, a hand clasped his throat preventing both sound and air from passing through it. His eyes glazed over, his grip loosened on his bow, and he slowly slipped into the quiet darkness of eternity...

Waylander grabbed the bow before it dropped to the ground. He decided to leave his dagger in the man for now. He was about to grab the arrow pouch when he heard the unmistakable sound of an arrow being loosed, followed by the sound of it hitting its target. Damn, he thought, too late. Noting where the arrow had come from, he quickly notched an arrow and let it fly. He was rewarded by a scream of pain, followed by a succession of loud noise as the archer's body fell from the tree. Quickly he scrambled down the tree and started running toward the place where he had heard the guard's arrow hit, drawing his sword as he ran. He hoped he could reach Rachel before any ground forces could, but he feared that he might be too late.

 

[tukano_2]

Luna and Castorp arrived to the outside of the barracks: there were 2 men guarding the entrance and the whole place seemed to be strongly fortified.
"Ok, now, how we get in and buy Rilina, avoiding becoming slaves ourselves? You're in charge, I'm listening...", said Castorp, sarcastically.

Luna: "I have an idea", she took out a medallion from her clothes, "this is something I got from Brazorf as a reward for my... ahemm... 'services". Here, you see, there is Brazorf emblem. He's not a noble at all, but he likes to show off these kind of things... Anyway, this symbol is very well known in Bysanthium, everyone knows Brazorf deals with the most powerful men in this city, specially slavers."

Castorp: "Mmmhhh... troubles again... Are you going to pretend you represent Brazorf and to buy Rilina for his account? This would never work!"
Luna: "Yes, that would never work. That's why YOU are going to pretend you represent Brazorf...".
Castorp jumped: "WHAT? You must be crazy, all of that tickling must have driven you insane! I'm not going there to risk my skin for a completely weird plan that, if it goes well, will make us lose all the money we have..."

Luna snorted impatiently: "You are always so negative and coward!". Castorp opened his eys wide and replied: "Oh, so you would have prefere to remain there where you were, to work like a mule all day and satisfy that perverted's desires at night?".
Luna smiled: "Yes, just to end up in the hands of another perverted who wanted exactly the same thing, right?". Castorp blushed: "Well... eh... at least I would not ask you to work for me for free... Moreover you are free to choose. The proof is that we are doing exactly what you are planning".

Luna: "Ok, calm it down, both of us. I know it could work: I've been working at Dragon's Way since an year now, guards from this part of the city are used to frequent that place, they will likely recognize me. You, as opposite, are in Bysanthium since just a day." "But they saw me playing yesterday night!"

Luna, trying to be polite: "Mmmhhh, I don't want to hurt your feelings of artist, but people there were concentrated on a very different part of the show...". Castorp, frowning: "... well, my music created the right atmosphere for...". Luna interrupted him: "And those guards have been working yesterday night, they haven't still finished their turn".

Castorp looked resigned: "Ok, so I guess this is the most reasonable choice, isn't it?" Luna kissed him on a cheek: "This is my strong, bold bard! I'll keep the fingers crossed for you!". Castorp looked sadly at Luna, who remained well hidden around a nearby corner and had to keep little Tolpoff's big mouth shut, while staggering headed toward the gate of entrance of the guards' barracks.

Just as he arrived in front of the 2 guards, who were looking at him dreadfully, and were just about to point their spears toward him, he immediatly took out Brazorf's emblem and put it in front of him, like a shield between him and the men.

"Hey... w-w-wonderfull morning, isn't it? Well... as you can see with your own eys I'm one of Brazorf's men... you know... the owner of the Dragon's Way... soooo.... I happened to get to know that a patrol of yours has found a pretty female slave yesterday night... Brazorf had the chance to see her at his tavern, so... well, he would be interested in... ahem... purchase her... obviously we... I would gladly wait that you have finished with her... I mean, you are probably interrogating her...", Castorp dared to wickedly grin and wink, "let's be honest, who wouldn't? hi hi hi...". When he saw that the guards didn't seem to find what he said funny, his grin suddendly disappeared "... ahem... however... what a wonderful morning, isn't it?"

(OOC: awaiting to witness further events...)

 

[Kalamos]

OCC:
Taking over the guards so T. can keep playing.
Hope it is ok with you. 😉
My first gaming post so far.


The taller man cast a baleful gaze upon the stocky figure.

Castorp looked disheveled: his clothing were soiled, his curly hair uncombed and his beard uncared for.

Weren't for the shiny emblem, the bard could have easily passed for a barbarian from the woods. Somebody who routinely slept on bare ground and lived off herbs and wild berries.

Yet he wore Brazorf's pendant. And he didn't really look capable of stealing it, let alone pry it from the hands of the rightful owner.


The soldier snarled and lowered his weapon.

"Kayre Brazorf shopped cheap with you, hasn't he...?" he smirked.

Castorp chuckled, tormenting his hands tucked behind his back.
He could feel he was starting to sweat profusely.
"Well... it was a kind of stock offer... he bought a Kathic masseuse and..."

"Enough chit chat." spat the armed man, adjusting the Kyros above his forehead.

"You know the drill."
He extended his upraised palm, staring at Castorp expectantly.

 

[Hue]

(OOC: That's good, Hue. No more confusion between the characters' names.)

The three guards removed their helmets and gloves, setting them down on a wooden table. "Yes, we knew you would say that, to protect your half-dragon friend who is now seen as a dangerous criminal by the guards." Ferron said, "Believe me, this is not the first time we have resorted to this method of extracting information..." What he just said was evident by the faint smell of sweat and urine from the bed; apparently their previous detainee was tortured so badly that she had to pee while strapped down.

Ceryl and Reno each grabbed a bottle of oil and rubbed a bit of it over Rilina's soles, making them smooth. But Ferron got started by walking up to Rilina's arms and sliding a pair of wiggling fingers down her right arm, into her armpit.

(OOC: Thanks Cassandra. I just though of this plot a little while ago after reading your post about 'making' Rilina tell the guards about Night Raptor. Rilina's building was damaged by Night Raptor during the Ayal storyline and I think that Rilina should find Night Raptor again and make him pay for the repairing of her shop. If the guards want Night Raptor that badly, then they should use Rilina as bait for a trap to capture Night Raptor. Rilina gets paid for the damages and the guards get Night Raptor. So, what do you think Cassandra and Rilina?)

 

[Taj]

Stapleton had been dozing off and on since laying down, but vaguely heard some of N.R's words. He was about to answer the man-dragon, when he heard some movement from near by. It sounded like a fast moving animal, but Stapleton did'nt recognise the pattern. It seemed to be moving on two legs instead of the usual four legged gallops. He sat up and listened intently. The movements seemed to be rushing past him at great speeds, stopping every once in awhile. Stapleton looked over at the now sleeping N.R and tried to rouse him. ((Whether the attempts of waking N.R can be decided by Hue.))

Standing up his accute ears picked up the general path of the movement. The steps were too fast for him to follow alone, so he quickly mounted his war-wolf. ((As mentioned earlier, Makambo is slightly larger then Stapleton so carrying him over a certain distance is possible before the wolf gets tired.)) Taking a firm hold of the hair on Makambo's shoulder's he led the animal in the direction of the movement and what he hoped was the right direction. He gave a gentle kick to the side of the wolf to increase his speed. Makambo lept into action, pausing every now and again to wait to see where his master wanted to go next.

The movement Stapleton had heard, was harder to follow than he had first anticipated. But kept heading in the same direction he was going, hoping to run into a clue of somekind along the way. His vision was somewhat blurred by the bouncy ride, but he caught a glimps of an object which defineately was out of place. Halting the animal, he jumped down and quickly made his way to wear the large object was lying. He came upon the remains of a stranger, with a dagger protruding from his back. (( I noticed Waylander forgot to grab it as he ran away.)) Grabbing the handle he pulled the dagger loose and examined it closely. It held strange markings upon it that Stapleton had never seen before. An idea crossed his mind, and he ran back to Makambo, holding the dagger under the war-wolf's nose.

Makambo sniffed the dagger handle intently, then began sniffing the ground. After a few moments, he picked up on the scent. He looked over at his master and gave a quick bark. Stapleton pocketed the knife, threw his legs over the war-wolf's back and gave a quick kick with his heels. The animal lept with great bounds, covering a great distance in a short amount of time. It was'nt long before he spotted blurred glances of an object, possibly a man running through the trees. Makambo's more accute vision caught sight of the object as well and quickly gave pursuit, matching the object's speed as best he could.

Stapleton slowed the animal when the object, now recognisable as a man began to slow up. He followed suit, pulling back gently on Makambo's hackles. He finally stopped the beast, and dropped to the ground, crouching as he did so. He commanded Makambo to remain, and approached the man (Waylander) as quietly as he could. With his eyes intent on his pursuee, he failed to notice a branch lying under foot. It gave a loud snap, causing him to draw in a quick breath, and (in Elvan language) cursed his carelessness.

He had drawn within at least 10 feet of the stranger, when his mind suddenly flashed with the image of the stranger turning on him, weapon drawn. ((OCC: I determined this action from Country's previous posts. This is in no way to control his char.)) With no other option Stapleton quickly stood up, arms raised above his head in surrender. "Please," he began, taking one step backwards. "I am not an enemy and wish no controversy with you." Realizing he still had the dagger, he removed it and placed it on the ground. He took another step back, his arms still raised. "I had heard noises from my campsite, and only came to investigate." He stood there, gasping fearfully for air hoping the stranger would'nt attack...

 

[Hue]

"We meet again eh Waylander," Night Raptor said from behind Waylander. Night Raptor also heard the noise that had aroused Stapleton. N.R. knew the pattern of the steps and where they were headed. Night Raptor sniffed the air, looked around, and drew his daggers.

"Someone else is nearby," Night Raptor said, "Someone with an evil intent."

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina takes the opportunity to breathe. Of course, the guards tickling her would know that her tummy wasn't her most ticklish place, but tied for 2nd with her armpits. Her oiled feet are the worst.

"He...he was a merc...a mercenary. I made...I made some healing salves for him, before...he was headed to the Port...He was coming by to get them." She quickly makes up; not an unreasonable story, if you think about it.

Her body shivers slightly, knees knocking just a little bit as she waits to see the reaction to the story.