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Post by Ilimetha on Oct 19, 2021 22:37:22 GMT -5
Ched Nasad, the Drow City of Shimmering Webs. Located in a large V-shaped cavern nearly a mile high and half mile wide at the top with steep walls and magically controlled lighting. The structure of the city was built upon layers of petrified webs bathed in faerie fire which glowed either purple, amber, green, or yellow.
Being near the surface, Ched Nasad was naturally the perfect location for trade and the majority of the imports from the surface world would end up in the Grand Bazaar. The largest and certainly the most influential being House Barrajusron. With it’s Matron Ema’laeth being on the grand council of twelve her influence and presence spread all across the Underdark. A Matron who did not openly support any of the Drow pantheon which drew ire from many of the upper level houses. Most vocally from the Priestesses of Lolth and yet many times they would be warned by their own Goddess not to move against House Barrajusron. None given a reason which only fueled wild rumors.
Ilimetha did not care. The tattooed Drowess had her own rumors when it related to Ema'laeth Barrajusron. She never took on the house name and joined, yet she worked mostly for the woman. She spent a lot of time there and was rumored to be a lover of the Matron. She was rumored to be one of Ema'laeth's daughters, sometimes worked as a mercenary, sometimes a merchant, sometimes a gopher, sometimes an assassin. No one truly knew what the Drowess did for this powerful merchant house which was fine by her. It helped with the threats and the money when she needed it.
Today Ilimetha made her way out of the Grand Bazaar and the warehouse of House Barrajusron. Down she would travel from the middle of the city to the lower levels. This is where the fun happened. Where you could find the majority of the non-Drow citizens, some free, some not. All still had coin to spend at The Drunken Dwarf, her favorite bar in all of the city.
The door to the establishment would creak open, unobserved by most of the patrons as the bard in the corner sang loudly about tossing coins to something called a Witcher. She'd smirk. He'd find no valley of plenty here. She might however.
A familiar figure sat at the bar, drinking some wild concoction the bartender had worked up for her and listening to the bard sing his tune. Stark white hair was pulled neatly up into elaborate braids, her dark skin with blueish undertones nearly glistening under the faerie fire that lit the tavern with a soft glow. It had been awhile, but Ilimetha could never forget the soft feel of the Drowess' supple skin beneath her fingertips. She truly was a beautiful creature. She had to be to have ever worked at Saranae's Bosom pleasure house.
Ilimetha licked her lips, amber hued eyes glancing to the bar and to the male Drow that began to drunkenly make his way over to her friend. Aly'dra could take care of herself. But Ilimetha could never resist a flair for the dramatic. She'd move into the crowd, slipping her way around to remain unseen until coming up behind the male Drow just as he began to reach out to touch Aly upon her bare shoulder. Ilimetha would reach out, grabbing him roughly by the jerkin and pulling him backwards. As he fell over the barstools in his way she would slip in quickly enough to take his place.
A dark grey arm with even darker black tattoos would reach around and slide across Aly'dra's chest. Ilimetha would take a step closer as she pulled her back, leaning in so that her lips barely brushed the edge of her finely tapered ear.
"Jabbress. Perhaps you would do me the pleasure of showing me your valley of plenty. I have no coin, so perhaps you'd extend some credit to an old friend."
A dark and playful chuckle would slip past her lips, leaning in to gently rake her teeth against the edge of Aly'dra's ear.
"Excuse me."
She'd release the other Drowess, turning around to kick the drunken male who had regained his footing, only to have his knee taken out from under him and end up back in the floor. There would be much swearing by the male even as he was taken out of the bar. Ilimetha would just smirk. It helped that she knew the owner.
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Post by Aly'dra on Oct 22, 2021 18:25:32 GMT -5
Aly'dra's eyes moved around The Drunken Dwarf when she walked in. It was more habit than anything. Tonight was a night off and she wasn't actively seeking a client. She did, however, prefer to take in the crowd. It was easier to be prepared for anything. And she had certainly seen and maybe participated in her fair share of bar fights. A small smirk formed as she moved gracefully towards an empty barstool. Her shimmery purple spidersilk dress had a deep plunging neckline with a slit on the right that was just shy of reaching her hip. A matching garter adorned her right thigh and was visible when she moved. Black thigh high boots completed her look.
She was not unaware of the looks she drew from many of the bar's patron. Regulars knew her. Those who visited Saranae's Bosom knew her. And if they didn't know her, they recognized her. She knew more about some of them then even their families and friends. There were many she could easily destroy with a single sentence. It wasn’t odd for her to frequent The Drunken Dwarf alone. It was mostly for her own protection. But then again, drow were not known for getting cozy with others.
The bartender was given free reign on making the drink. Aly took a sip when the glass was placed in front of her. She took a sip and smiled, pleased with the taste. Not wanting to such it down in one go, she idly stirred the straw in the glass. Her eyes looking around. The door creaking open barely registered with her as she was focused on the bard performing. She'd barely begun to relax when her body tensed. It was rather instinctive. Nothing had happened yet but it was as if she could feel the shift in the air as the male drow moved towards her. The sudden commotion fully got her attention. The bard stopped mid line. A momentary hush seemed to fall over the bar. The clattering of barstools and a thud of a body falling were the only sounds filling the room.
In that brief moment Aly became aware of someone behind her. The patrons cheered as they were unable to resist someone getting taken out. Her hand reached down to get to the garter on her left thigh that held a knife as things went back to normal. She felt an arm around her, pinning her arm to her side. Aly's eyes narrowed momentarily before looking down and recognizing the tattooed arm. A dark smirk formed. She welcomed Illimetha's pull. It'd been awhile; she might even say too long. Her eyes closed briefly at the light touch of Illimetha's lips against her ear. Illimetha's teeth against her ear would cause a small shiver to run through her.
Illimetha excused herself before Aly could respond. Another smirk formed at the chuckle that came from Illimetha. It was a sound that was like music to Aly's ears. Aly already had a good idea of what was about to happen and she turned to watch the show. The male drow struggling to get up from the pile of barstools. He finally succeeded but unfortunately for the male drow his success would be short lived. Aly chuckled as the male was dragged out of the bar.
"I like to think of it as not extending credit to an old friend. Rather, it's properly thanking my Knight in shining armor. Ussta ih'ara."
Aly licked her lips before giving her friend a playful grin. She knew that she was capable of taking care of herself. And she knew Illimetha knew that. Aly also knew Illimetha loved being dramatic and took the opportunity when it arose. She nodded towards the barstools.
"Fix yourself a seat. Drinks are on me as well."
She'd give Illimetha a wink before taking another sip of her drink.
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Post by Niwyn Bleu on Oct 22, 2021 20:39:57 GMT -5
It was Reginald's night to tend the bar, and the stocky duergar polished the glassware to a clarity so fine that one would wonder if the mug existed. He often wondered why metal or wood mugs were not used in a dive bar in the depths of Ched Nasad, but when it came right down too it, the Boss had standards. As Aly'dra entered, he reached beneath the bar to the secret compartment where he pulled out a bottle of Orbb Jhinrae, pouring it into a small vessel and sliding it across the bar to her without a sound. The Boss acknowledged this one as one of Ilimetha's friends, and as such she was treated with courtesy and respect. The Boss had no interest in titles or stature, beauty or accomplishment. The Boss simply liked you or didn't. The Boss liked Ilimetha and Ilimetha liked this one, so the duergar was under direct orders not to kill her, drug her drink and imprison her, and at very least try not to give her dirty looks.
As the male drow moved towards Aly, Reginald huffed through his lips, his bearded white moustache fluttering slightly against the silver binding rings that weighted it down. He cast a glare over the bar only to see Ilimetha take the fool down. Giving Ilimetha a slight nod of recognition, he set the glass he was endlessly polishing down and turned to the safe. Unlocking it, he took out the Boss' personal stock of Falerian wine, pouring the drowess a medium glass and setting it on the bar to breathe. While most of the patrons here drank pagas or black wine, the small glass set out for the Boss' 'Me-me' was worth half the city of Ust Natha. After all, this was one of the few beings The Boss called friend, and The Boss had standards for proper reception. Ilimetha could slam Sul Paga all night if she wanted to, but the first glass while the palate was still fresh was meant to symbolize how much she meant to her friend. It was a standing tradition. As the drow male went down a second time, Reginald lifted the glass so the vibrations on the cheap wood floor wouldn't knock the glass over. Setting it back down as Ilimetha and Aly'dra spoke, he glanced around at the souced rabble littering the Drunk Dwarf, ensuring no one was planning anything stupid towards the two drowess.
There was a commotion in the Alley, and the drow male returned, two Quaggoths in tow. The large bear-like humanoid slaves were armed with maces and snarled half heartedly at the women, not really wanting to fight for their idiotic master, but not really having a choice. Reginald would reach into his pocket, pulling out a monocle and putting it in his eye. Before the drow could spout something about humiliation and revenge, four large metallic mounted devices dropped from the ceiling, the many long cylinders they bore arranged in a circle starting to whir and spin at blinding speed. As Reginald perked an eyebrow at the drow and his Quaggoths, the devices - what was it The Boss called them with a signature giggle...mini-guns? - trained themselves on the trio. The Quaggoths, sensing danger, backed out the door slowly, while the drow failed to notice their retreat. Opening his mouth, he uttered:
"Xun dos zhaun vel'uss Usstan tlun?"
Reginald sighed, clicking his tongue against his teeth. There was a sharp "BZZZZZT!" sound, and like a small winesack bloated with fermented vinegar, everything above the drow's knees vanished in a spray of reddish pink mist. Sighing heavily, Reginald removed the monocle and put it back in his pocket. The devices retracted back into the ceiling and the place was calm once more. Most of the patrons either cheered or were too drunk to care. Grabbing two bucket and a mop, he walked around the bar and set them down on the floor near the door. Picking up the two legs, he put them in one bucket, then started mopping the blood up with a soundless frown. The floors were to be clean and free of blood, urine and entrails. Shrugging in slight apology to Ilimetha, he shook his head. The Boss had standards, after all.
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Post by Ilimetha on Oct 24, 2021 10:13:56 GMT -5
Ilimetha watched as the unruly male was dragged out of the bar, grinning before turning back to Aly'dra.
"Ussta ih'ara? I like that..."
Her grin was wicked as she reached down to collect one of the toppled barstools, righting it and making sure it wasn't broken before she decided to take a seat next to the fetching Drowess.
Reginald was tending that night. Ilimetha would look to the OCD duergar with a grin and a little wave. She was just about to ask for a drink that Aly had so humbly offered to pay for when a clean glass was set in front of her. Then he'd go to the safe. Long ears would perk up from beneath her white hair, knowing what was in that safe. It was something the boss usually brought out when she was here but this was a first for her to receive the glass from anyone but Winnie.
"Trying to butter me up, Reginald? You do know the way to my heart!"
Ilimetha reached for the glass and spun the liquid around a bit to let it breathe and to smell of it's delicate aroma, almost like she were a proper lady when there was a commotion at the door. Quickly she'd cover the rim of the glass with her hand, protecing the expensive liquid lest anything should fall into the glass as the male Drow from moments ago returned with two furry Quaggoths. He came to play and a twisted grin slipped across Ilimetha's face as he barked out the question of if she knew who he was. She was close to handing Aly her glass and asking her to hold her wine when she noticed the Quaggoths backing out of the bar slowly. This would be followed by a familiar click as the mini-guns descended from the ceiling. There wouldn't be a need to even look up and alert him of his impending death. Instead, to answer his question she'd just shrug.
"Usstan aslu naubol."
The mini-gun would fire and obliterate the male that had stood before them in a spray of red and ichor. Ilimetha turned her head to avoid some of the splatter but ultimately still ended up with a bit of spray on her cheek and all in her white hair. But at least her drink was safe.
She'd laugh and turn back around on her stool to face Aly with a bright smile, not bothering to wipe her face. The mini-gun wouldn't be a surprise. This was still some time before she would travel out of Faerun and into the technology filled realm of Terra but she had seen everything that Winnie had imported. She would still be surprised when she found out what all was waiting for her in the future.
"I admit dearest. I came here hoping to find Bor'Nerty. You are certainly a pleasant surprise. What brings you out to these parts? I can't imagine work is slow."
It reminded her. She still needed to take Z'ress down to Saranae's Bosom. Ema'laeth's kid was still young, worked hard, and did not get the respect he should. She needed to treat him with a professional loss of his virginity.
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Post by Bor'Nerty on Oct 26, 2021 15:01:38 GMT -5
Reginald thought a moment as Ilimetha mentioned that peculiar name. He set to work.
On the other side of the bar he took out a black candle and a martini glass. He placed a perfect sphere of ice in the glass.
He poured 3 oz Black Vodka and 1 oz Sweet Vermouth, and then garnished it with a slug and a dead fire salamander.
He lit the candle and whispered a short incantation, staring into the flame.
A pair of yellow eyes opened from nothing to meet his gaze, and an infernal goblin teleported onto the barstool in front of the candle with a flash of light and small puff of smoke. He wore a hoodie and nondescript pants with no shoes.
"Oh hey, Reggie, listen. If this is about the tab... I... can get it caught up by next month. I just need one solid job and I..." he stared at the strange cocktail.
Bor'Nerty instantly picked up the drink and slammed it. "I assume that was for me? Erp." He glanced at the slug and squinted. Then he bit off the tail of the salamander as a flame shot out of his nose.
"Whasafas! Delish. So you summoned me for something else... you... must have a job for me? What is it, some rare ingredient from the hotel kitchen over in the third circle?"
Reginald shook his head and shushed him. He simply motioned to the drowess and her companion without drawing attention.
Bor'Nerty slowly crunched on the dried reptile casually as he glanced at them from across the bar. Then his eyes got large as he saw Ilimetha. He certainly knew her!
"Damn!" He burped again and a flame shot out. He suddenly seemed very pleased as he turned to Reginald. "... Ilimetha. Hot damn it has been a minute. I forgot to check up on her social media... shit. She has been busy." His expression became deadpan. "Oh, right ...no wifi here."
Reginald nodded, but kept his somber expression. The duergar bartender then poured another drink. He took a moment to wipe down the counter.
The tiefling goblin gnashed his teeth into what may have been an awkward smile as he slurped the second drink, but he spoke before finishing it. "These are on the house, right?" Reginald sighed and rolled his eyes as he nodded.
"Cool! Alright, Alright, I figured it out, Reggie. This is about a job for ... her?" He glanced at Ilimetha quickly but did not point. "Now, that's a far better idea." His golden eyes sparkled as he smiled with rows of sharpened teeth. He gulped down the remaining martini and stood up on the barstool.
Reginald just needed the imp out of his hair. He knew the rules.
"You got it pal." he gave Reginald a peace sign.
Bor'Nerty teleported six stools over, placing his hand on the bar surface to feel its marble texture. He winked at Ilimetha. "Did someone ask what time it is?"
He squinted. "Bor' Ner-TAY!!..................."
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Post by jsmith506 on Oct 27, 2021 21:02:55 GMT -5
Outside, a hooded figure sat in the shadows against the wall of the pub. A green hand with talloned fingertips reached out and some moisture on the ground coalesced together to create an orb that rose up to meet the palm and hand rotated so that the orb would lay there flat on it. The other hand emerged and poked at it with an index talon. It bowed inward on itself like jello and a chuckle would be heard beneath the hood.
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Post by Aly'dra on Oct 29, 2021 19:53:27 GMT -5
The corner of Aly's lip pulled up when Ilimetha approved of being called a protector.
"Of course you do."
Aly gave her a wink before taking a sip of her drink.
"Delicious."
She gave nod to Reginald before he began getting Ilimetha's drink together. Aly chuckled when Ilimetha asked Reginald if he was trying to butter her up. There was no chance to start a conversation before the drow was making his way back into the bar. She took another sip before of her drink. The grin that adorned Ilimetha's face indicated she was ready for round 2 with the self important drow. Aly prepared to take the drink from her for safe keeping but it wouldn't be needed. A wicked smile formed when she heard the click of the mini-guns descending. The male made like he was going to move towards them again. The fool was too drunk to realize his fate. He didn't even get his foot off the ground before being obliterated. Aly turned her head as well to avoid being sprayed with bits of drow. Aly shook her head and smiled back at Ilimetha.
"Of course work isn't slow. I thought I deserved a night off to relax," she grinned.
Her eyes followed Reginald as he went to work at the mention of Bor'Nerty before shifting them back to Ilimetha.
"Is it safe to assume you are running errands?"
She'd arch a brow. As she was asking the question Bor'Nerty appeared next to Ilimetha.
"Ask and you shall receive."
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Post by Ilimetha on Oct 29, 2021 22:06:14 GMT -5
Ilimetha grinned, now completely forgetting the previous male was ever there and might've ruined one of her shirt. She'd look at Aly as she mentioned she needed a night off and licked the edges of her teeth. She'd nod in agreeance, tip her glass up in a half toast...
"Yllui'th..."
... and take a sip from her expensive glass. She'd let the liquid linger on her tongue a bit, the burn slowly fading away until she could taste the flavor underneath before swallowing it. She'd release an appreciative sigh and look at the glass.
"Ah, Winnie. Dos ssinssrigg uns'aa. Dos sekene ssinssrigg uns'aa."
A snowy brow would arch upwards as Aly questioned her purpose in being there. The Drowess would shrug.
"Eh. I might be out to make a certain woman happy. Maybe give a certain kid some recognition in his House. Always a good idea to keep that one happy. Things tend to get a little... burnt when she isn't."
She'd grin before looking around. She thought Z'ress was right behind her."
"Speaking of kids where is...."
She wouldn't have a chance to finish her sentence before a pair of bright yellow eyes popped up into her line of sight. The weird little infernal goblin creature was at least predictable in one thing. Where there was booze....
"Bor'Nerty! Impeccable timing as always. I was just talking about you.
Have you met my friend, Aly'dra? I know you haven't met my tag along. Even though I'm not sure where he is at the moment....
Z'RESS!!!!"
She'd yell out, not really sure if her voice would carry over the patrons talking or the bard singing. But at least certain that if the kid heard her he'd come running. He was supposed to stay within eyeshot and earshot.
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Post by Niwyn Bleu on Oct 31, 2021 11:01:57 GMT -5
Reginald looked up at the sound of Bor'Nerty in the Bosses bar, and what's more the conversation. His brow furrowed as he saw himself behind the bar. A soundless snarl split his lips and a bucket with two drow legs in it soared through the air past Bor'Nerty's head and hit the other Reginald cleanly in the face. Surprisingly quickly for such stubbly little Duergar legs, the white bearded tender would hop like a capuchin monkey over the bar and tackle himself, and the dull thuds of getting struck would sound out from behind the wood. After a moment Reggie would come out with a limp Doppleganger held over his head, moving to the doorway and tossing it out onto the street unceremoniously. Looking to his hands, they oozed with a greyish slime. Curling his lips in frustration, he shook his head and moved towards the back room. Pausing before disappearing, he glared at all the patrons in warning. The regulars knew what would happen if they tried to sneak a drink on his watch.
After cleaning his hands thoroughly, Reginald moved back to the bar proper. Reaching across, he smacked Bor'nerty in the back of the head with a click of his tongue. The goblin knew the dark dwarf had had his tongue cut out in a brawl with the Boss the day the two had met. Hard to whisper secrets in the dark if you couldn't whisper. But then, goblins were rarely known for their outstanding intelligence. But to have an actual conversation was just plain weird. He did shoot Bor a glance, though, about his tab. The goblin didn't have to fear Reginald - if he didn't pay the Boss would be coming for him, and to be chased by The Crimson Wind was not a fate many relished.
Reaching out to take up another glass to polish it, he paused to mark down the drink Bor'nerty drank on his tab. The Boss most certainly did not care for this one, so there were no free drinks for "That low down, gully dwarf humping, hoof licking, gibberling loving useless mooch of a goblin spawn."
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Post by jsmith506 on Nov 1, 2021 21:00:37 GMT -5
Green ears stood straight up inside the hood as he heard his master calling. He grimaced as his concentration broke and the water bubble exploded all over his hand and the remnants landed square on his crotch. "Shit shit shit..." He concentrated again and focused some heat to his nether regions in an attempt to dry his soiled garments to try and avoid looking like he pissed himself.
"Ahh, that's better..." The hooded figure scampered inside the pub quickly and would immediately be standing at attention at the drowess' side.
"I am here Ilimetha." He spoke in a respectful tone, not noticing the smoke seeping out from under his crossed arms emanating from his crotch.
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Post by Bor'Nerty on Nov 2, 2021 10:11:57 GMT -5
Bor'Nerty didn't even have a chance to reply before being thumped in the head by the duergar he thought he knew, oblivious of the doppelganger. The infernal goblin sat on the stool, stunned, not exactly registering what had just happened.
Bor'Nerty hissed. Almost instantly, the teifling disappeared in a small puff of smoke, the bright yellow eyes remained for a few seconds as his voice trailed. "Nope! I don't just ~appear~ in places I am not wanted. Good luck summoning me ever again, chump!"
The eyes glanced at Ilimetha and Aly'Dra for a moment, then winked before they closed into nothingness. The air smelt of sulfur, which began permeating throughout the bar. They would be the only two individuals unaffected by the stench spell.
Bor'Nerty had frequented this establishment on many, many occasions, and had become a bit of an urban legend in certain circles. He was known for always paying his dues eventually, with heaps of interest, he just never paid anyone on time. It was a direct result of his sometimes-work schedule. Deep down, the goblin knew what would eventually happen. He imagined he would end up keeping a low profile in various circles of hell for three or four decades, and then maybe he'd pay his tab once the Crimson Wind got a bartender with actual goddamn social skills.
Coincidentally, the price for fencing cursed objects, obtaining forbidden knowledge, and granting unholy favors at the Drunken Dwarf had just gone up astronomically.
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Post by Ilimetha on Nov 7, 2021 20:30:57 GMT -5
There was a scuffle as Reginald attacked Reginald behind the bar. Ilimetha would just blink, watching in idle curiosity. A mimic? In this bar? She'd shrug. Stranger things had happened.
She'd lean her back against the bar as Reginald tossed the fake out into the street, turning to look at Bor'Nerty as he indignantly hissed at Reginald for being smacked upside the head. The goblin would poof out of existence just as Z'ress scampered in and stood at attention at her side.
The Drowess' gaze would narrow and she'd take a hand and wave it casually in the air at the smoke, not all too certain that it wasn't remnants of Bor'Nerty making an exit or something coming from Z'ress.
"Z'ress. Dear thing. Your pants are smoking. What exactly were you doing outside?"
Her brows would raise expectantly as she looked at him before slowly turning to face Aly. An unperturbed look crossing over her features as she simply rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath.
"....dalharen."
Ilimetha reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a few coins and sliding them over to Reginald.
"Take that last drink off of Bor'Nerty's tab will you? Maybe he'll magically re-appear if he knows it was 'free'.
Honestly. The things a girl has to go through to get business done around here."
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Post by jsmith506 on Nov 8, 2021 19:51:20 GMT -5
Z'ress had his nose pinched up in the air, his hood had fallen down revealing his long braided white hair and green complexion. He was waving his hand in front of his face fanning the repulsive sulfur smell so he hadn't noticed the smoke. Then Ilimetha commented about smoking pants, then, he felt the heat. His eyes widened and he flipped open his cloak, the sudden rush of oxygen caused his crotch to combust into a puff of flame. "Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!!!"
He panicked, flapping his arms over his crotch looking around the room for something to douse himself. This didn't help his cause, the ends of his cloak catching as it fanned the flames higher. He saw the mop tub across the room that was just used to mop up after the massacre. His hands shot out in its direction and all of its contents, blood, ichor, dirt and suds shot across the room and splashed him square in the crotch dousing him and his cloak putting out the fire.
"Ahhh... whew, was practicing some fire and water magic outside. Got a little carried away I guess ha ha... haaah.." He was blushing with a sheepish look on his face, once again, failing to notice that he no longer had anything covering his man parts. Everything was on display there... Zeddy wasn't going to be needing a bikini wax before the bath house, no sir.
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Post by Niwyn Bleu on Nov 8, 2021 21:44:49 GMT -5
Reginald would watch as the goblin vanished, his face as dispassionate as granite. The Boss might be irritated he ran the goblin off, but in truth the duergar didn't really care for anyone. Raising his eyebrow as Ilimetha slid the coin his way, he put the glass he was polishing down, taking up the coin and biting it. Nodding in affirmation, he slipped it into the coffer, then drew out a large tome, blowing the dust off it. Only a few patrons were granted credit at the Drunken Dwarf, and despite his nature and the fact that The Boss usually cursed him, Bor'Nerty was useful and, perhaps, somewhat appreciated by The Boss. To that end she allowed him to take out a tab. Flipping through several pages of runic scribbles, Reginald scratched off two drinks worth of debt from Bor'Nerty's tab. Ilimetha often overpaid and Reginald was nothing if not fair. He wasn't even going to charge the Goblin for the drink that was poured by another because the duergar had failed to watch the bar closely enough to keep another from pouring the booze. Nodding once again in affirmation to the drowess, he closed the book and slid it back beneath the bar.
The fact that Z'ress' pants were on fire didn't even draw a raised eyebrow from the dwarf. He'd been here long enough to remember the incident with Zed, the three chickens and the vat of Minotaur spit. It was just another night in this place. He'd continue to polish his glass aimlessly, watching Aly's curves appreciatively. He was used to the rough and damaged patrons around here, and he would never dare stare too long at Ilimetha or The Boss. But Aly was accustomed to the less than wandering eye, and she was worth staring at. Looking up as he felt the bucket fly by and splash all over Z'ress, the dwarf's jaw dropped, revealing a tongueless gape of horror. Watching as guts, water and blood dripped over the floor he'd mopped just minutes before, his lips would clamp down in fury. Slamming the glass down on the bar, he grumbled soundlessly as he circled the bar, snatching his mop up with a dramatic gesture of frustration and moved back to the floor. He'd contort his face into a snarl, though only a gutteral noise like a choking hog issued from his lips. He knew better than to lay a finger on Z'ress - he was like family to the Boss for some reason, and to do so would mean a long and painful end.
Instead he would lean his shoulder against Zeddy and nudge him out of the way once, twice and a third time, his lips moving in soundless cursewords as he began to mop up the mess once again.
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Post by Aly'dra on Nov 9, 2021 11:18:04 GMT -5
Aly tilted her glass towards Ilimetha's in return. She smiled demurely before taking another sip. She shifted a bit turning slightly more towards her friends and crossing her legs. Ilimetha would look around for her tag along and Aly would chuckle.
"How is that...all...going?"
It wasn’t long before there was more commotion. First, Reginald would toss out the doppelganger. Z'ress appeared, with smoking pants nonetheless, and Bor'Nerty would disappear. All the commotion didn't seem to phase her.
She'd nod towards Z'ress. An amused look crossed her face as he seemed completely unaware that he was on display. A wave of her hand and Z'ress' pants would be fixed as she took a sip of her drink. No need to call the kid out.
She caught Reginald staring from the corner of her eye as he cleaned the glass. She would validate his assessment that she was accustomed to more than just a wandering eye if she was aware of it.
An amused smile formed again as she looked from Z'ress back to Ilimetha. It felt like it may be a long but entertaining night to say the least.
"I'm going to make a guess that you have your hands full."
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