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Fri Jul 06, 2018 12:00 am

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The air was bright and cheerful in Darbyton, at the eighth break of the trial. While it was hot, being a smaller village on the coast, as compared to the cramped city of Scalvoris Town, it wasn't nearly as stifling. Children were down playing with the otters and catfish in the river, the lumberjacks had already left to go about their work. For the most part the village was quiet. One lumberjack, a bear of a man by the name of Bobbie Billie Jack had decided to host a small party. Work had been very profitable for the Logging Consortium lately. They'd even gotten raises this season.

So Bobbie Billie Jack rounded up a few of the men and women not working that day, set up tables, a dancing floor, seats, the whole nine yards for a nice shindig. He even woke up the drunkard bard Taliesen, and had him bring his lute, to play music for everyone. By the ninth break, there was food being brought out, with more in the ovens, and a few barrels of wine and ale were procured from somewhere. There weren't a lot of people there, but the enthusiasm was abound by the roughly two dozen people present.

There were no Elements here, there had never been a need for it. The Logging Consortium provided their own private security that extended to the entire village, not that those associated with the Darbyton Rangers needed it. Some have suggested that Darbyton is the safest place to be on Scalvoris, especially these trials. People here took care of themselves and their own. Halfway through the ninth break, the children were called up from the river, and the party set into full swing.

Talieson was three goblets deep in wine, and was playing a fast little diddy for the people to dance too. And no one cared that it was morning, the drinks flowed freely, to foreigners and natives alike. It was their day off, and it was beautiful out, the children were happy, and the food was delicious. And while Scalvoris Town and Almund had their issues lately, they were far off and someone else's problem. There were no deadly cults or serial murderers here, no buildings collapsing, no mass death or destruction. Just the party and the sunshine.

As the dancing kicked into high gear, men and women alike began pairing off, and a line dance began. The Darbscoot Boogie. They put their right boot in, they put their right boot in and hip thrusted across the floor. They did the Darbscoot Boogie and smooched each other all about. The music was infectious, the dance easy to pick up on, the kisses and dance partners came and went, and the booze continued to pour. By the tenth break, two full pigs were roasting over a fire. There was far more food and booze than there were people at this point, so everyone had plenty.

It was a great day in Darbyton, and it was only just beginning.
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Fri Jul 06, 2018 5:11 am

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Devin had decided to visit Darbyton, mostly because he was looking for new victims for his cons, and because he was worried that the authorities would get wind of his slightly illegal activities and arrange a lengthy vacation in Slag’s Deep for him if he constantly swindled the nice and upstanding citizens of Scalvoris Town. He was just walking down the street, dressed rather flamboyantly as usual, with a hat with a glorious red feather on his head among other things, when the sound of laughter and music reached his ears. He abruptly forgot that he had planned on making some money that trial, turned around and started to walk in the direction that all those wonderful sounds were coming from instead.

He just stood there, at the edge of the party, for a moment and looked at the crowd expectantly, waiting for somebody to notice him. Nobody noticed him though, at least not to the extent that he had hoped (he’d expected them to admire him and perhaps a few people to throw themselves at him and beg him to make love to them because he was just such an irresistibly handsome man). Pouting slightly, he made his way through the crowd grabbed a goblet of wine, took a large gulp, set it down again and walked straight towards Talieson, the bard.

If they didn’t notice him voluntarily, then he would make them!

“Move aside!” he told him and grabbed his lute that was, as always, strapped across his back. “Devin is here, the famous bard from Cally’s! Let’s see who is the better lutist!” With that he sat down next to the bard who had apparently already ingested quite a bit of alcohol, judging by the looks of it, and played a few chords in order to warm up before he launched into a fast little dance melody, one that he had already played numerous times before, for different audiences and that he knew nearly by heart, convinced that his skills with the lute were far superior to Talieson's.
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Fri Jul 06, 2018 11:26 am

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As it had been since he first stepped out of the fog that shielded him from his memories, whatever they were, he didn't really understand why his feet would stubbornly carry him anywhere. The trip from Scalvoris Town had been longer than he'd anticipated, unused to longer trips on foot, the soles of his feet chafing within his threadbare excuses for shoes. It'd been barely a season since he'd appeared in Scalvoris, and for a man with no memories, every passing trial had been especially long. He already felt older, in a way. It was a very strange, alien feeling.

By the time he'd arrived in Darbyton, music and the scent of food caught his attention---the latter moreso than the former. Once he set on the trail, it wasn't difficult to locate the source, but the spectacle was enough to freeze his approach as he came upon the festivities. There was certainly food being served---his stomach started to turn as the scent wafted intrusively against him and reminded him of just how long he'd been walking to reach this place---but what caught his attention more was the dancing. Perhaps it was just the exhaustion of the trip speaking but... What in the blazes... His mind raced in vain as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing---there was no call from the back of his mind, no conspicuous draw on a memory hidden within the fog. Try as he might, the more he observed, the less he understood. Though he wasn't unfamiliar with dancing--twitching in his toes and knees suggested as much as his body instinctively tuned in to the vague tempo of the music--he'd never seen anything like it. A crowd joined in dance and exchanging embraces inbetween.

He stood at the edge of the crowd in his bare and worn attire, confused and utterly lost---all that separated him from the dreg, perhaps, was the fact that he'd had a chance to wash himself up on the way here. Though he was worn, he was clean, but for whatever reason... He was snapped out of his disoriented haze by a hand sliding into his into a firm grasp. Before jolting with the shock, he barely registered the words as they were spoken to him: "Come on! No reason to be shy, join in!"

The tug on his hand almost decked him, feet initially refusing to obey as an older woman had emerged from the crowd, beaming and already drenched with sweat from the merriment under the oppressive heat of Saun, taking his hand and guiding him out amongst the dancing populace. The terror barely had time to sink its claws into him before she was hands-on in guiding his steps through the dance---three, four times before he could independently repeat the steps she showed him with all the grace of a newborn deer and statuesque as one, too. At least for the time being, it seemed she spared him the kisses, focusing instead on the steps with the amusement of a mother watching her child trying to mimic something far too complex for their understanding. It wasn't complicated, he knew that, but the confusion and fear weighed so heavy on his mind that his body felt ready to collapse under them, feet dragging in the dirt as he struggled to lift them. Still, he poured his genuine effort into it---he felt compelled to. He must, but he didn't know why.
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Fri Jul 06, 2018 8:15 pm

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۞ The smell of well prepared food, the allure of booze like a flowing river, the chorus of cheer and festivities filled the air over Darbyton. Deala had been in this peaceful little town doing what he did best, melding in with the locals and enjoying the passions of his and their lives. He had spent most of the day working with the Logging Consortium, cutting down trees, hauling them to their prospective locations for sorting and whatever refinement these hulks of wood needed. Many of the local of the town felt he was a valued asset to them, his lotharro pedigree coming in handy when needing something heavy lifted or moved. He didn't mind though, he loved it. From the good quality of food, booze, and interesting people, not to mention such passionate bedmates when he could find one, Darbyton was looking like an ideal place for Dealanaich to really grow and expand himself. When the day's work had finished, it seemed Bobbie had decided to reward everyone with a party. Deala was excited, knowing tonight was going to be an amazing night for them.

Once in full swing, and five goblets of wine down, Deala was soon becoming the life of the party, joining in on the dance an taking advantage of the kissing being offered, often stealing one from those who weren't even his dance partner, all in good fun of course. As he enjoyed himself, it seemed others wouldnt have any of it. A gang of children would beg for the giant of a man to play with them. He may have had more wine then anyone here, but it was far from getting him drunk thats the say the least. Obliging the little ones he got on his hands and knees to allow some to climb on his back, while he began to chase the others like a monster hunting them. He was fond of the kids in Barby, so full of life, eyes brimming with passions yet to be explored. He saw them as the future and would protect such a precious thing with his life. When he wasnt helping around the town, he often watched over the young ones, like a lioness looking after her own cubs.

Admits him being corralled and hog tied by the children in their play, he could hear a robust declaration, looking to where the man playing the music was. It seemed Talieson had a challenger, one who was very confident in his own abilities. He wanted to get a closer look, watch this dispay from a better view. Acting like a dragon rising from its slumber, Deala rose and escaped from the children, though they had already moved on to another game to play or stealing a sweet or two when an adult wasnt looking. Breaking through the crown Deala passed a young man who seemed stiffer than a tree trunk. Wanting the man to lighten up and enjoy himself, he brought a goblet of wine over to his dance partner. "He's way to tense, loosen him up with this gorgeous." he advised handing the vibrant woman the wine. Patting the man on his shoulder he moved closer to the showdown. The challenger seemed to be good at what he was doing, guessing that music was his path. He like many other attending watched as this musical showdown was underway, goblets of wine in hand. ۞


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Sat Jul 14, 2018 10:31 pm

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Talieson nodded his head at the bold bard of Cally's, sitting down upon the barrel that served as his seat, watching this so called Devin. He didn't look like much to the bard, but he did have quite the lovely hat. As he listened to Devin's song, he realized he'd recognized it. It was well played, but he'd heard it before. A few times, as Talieson walked past there, usually with a lovely lady or gent on his arm. This indeed was the bard of Cally's. He let the man finish, before speaking to the crowd, "Does it not get tiring playing the same song, night after night in the same hoity-toity restaurant for all those fancy yuppies with more wealth than sense? More coin than sweat upon their brow? More gold than artistic yearning? Playing for folks without spirit or taste truly is not a measure of a bard, don't you all agree?" He was standing now arms outstretched as the crowd cheered his words.

"Though I do agree, my friend here, Darrin was it? Has skill, in that one droll song. Let's see how well he handles this new piece."

Talieson took another deep swig of wine, and began a nice slow strumming, slow stepping between notes, dancing along at an easy pace. When it came to a rest, he looked over at Devin with a smug look, expecting the man to follow his lead. Dueling lutes was not a common sight in Darbyton, or anywhere in Scalvoris, but everyone had at least heard of the practice. Talieson took lead, then Devin was to mimic it, at a faster pace, then add upon it. And the pair would continue as such until one gave up or a lute gave out. And Talieson had the most smug look upon his face as it begun. And if Devin didn't join him, the bard of Darbyton was more than content to play on his own.

The woman dancing with Eren'ir gave the man who offered her the wine a nod of gratitude. Then a sly look on her face, her eyes locked on Eren's she drained the globlet herself, a few drops of the crimson liquid falling upon her ample bust. She continued the dance with Eren, pulling him just a bit closer on the portions of the dance that called for it, and holding his hand tighter as they parted, so as to not let him escape her grasp. On the next pull in, under the new song of Talieson, she stumbled a bit, falling into Eren's arms, and gave him the kiss his eyes suggested he'd been fearing. It was just a quick peck, before she spun away again.

"Name's Trixiebelle. Who's you? Aye've'nt seent ya'round before."

Her cheeks were flush with color, surrounded by her long blonde locks, matched perfectly with her green eyes, and not solely from the exertion. Around her, the music seemed to be having an effect on those dancing. Some were dancing far closer and sensually than they had on the previous songs, and others seemed to be competing in their dance, either with one another or with other couples nearby. And still, a smile was on every face. The song certainly brought out a carnal nature in everyone that was dancing at the moment, and Inaya was no different. As the dance continued, she pushed herself closer to Eren, she shot pointed looks at any other women that so much as glanced his way. He was hers in this dance, and it didn't seem like she would be dissuaded easily.

A man looked over at Daela who now stood next to him, watching the show. He nodded, raised his own mug of wine to his lips. The man was nothing of note, a simple crop of bland brown hair, not styled any particular way, though not messy either. It was just there. His eyes, equally brown, topped a face that could only be described as forgettable. He could never be accused of ugly, though never good looking either. Perfectly average. "I'm more of a drums man myself. The raw power they give off. How about you, friend?"

Shortly after the question, a little girl ran up, tugging at Daela's pant leg. It was one of the children who'd wrestled him earlier, two missing front teeth, a big nose, a mop of wild, curly red hair, and a stern look staring up at him. "Oy, mista. I saws you take tha' candy. Gimme one, or I'ma tell my mum." She stood there with hand stuck out expectantly.

The man next to Daela chuckled into his goblet, "Might wanna give her what she wants. She looks like she could take you. I bet that's Walynda's daughter, one of the Rangers."
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Tue Jul 17, 2018 5:11 am

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Fek! Fek! Fek! Devin mentally swore as he listened to the other man’s little speech (which was just the kind of speech that he would have made himself if their roles were reversed). It seemed as if Talieson had visited Cally’s before and knew his song! This hadn’t been supposed to happen! He had thought that he would be able to get away with playing one of his go-to pieces because Darbyton was some distance away from Scalvoris Town, but apparently this was not the case. What was he supposed to do now? He didn’t want to lose and make a fool of himself! That was absolutely unacceptable! He never lost. He was Devin Thorn, the man that succeeded at everything!

He glowered at Talieson as if it had all been his fault and clenched his fists, intent on punching him right into his face so that he’d stop being so smug. As he raised his hand and moved closer to him, he got a good look at him for the first time though, and he lowered his hands again abruptly, blinked a couple of times and just stared at him in disbelief. Talieson wasn’t unattractive at all. In fact, he was rather handsome. He was actually very handsome, and there was just something about him that made him entertain all kinds of inappropriate thoughts. It had been a while since he had done it with a fellow bard …

He abruptly grabbed his lute again, moved another couple of centimetres towards Talieson so that their bodies were almost touching, offered him a bright smile and proclaimed, “I just wanted to go easy on you!” Having said that, he bowed to their audience because a good bard never ignored his audience, not even when he was about to flirt with his competitor, and then he let his fingers glide across the strings of his lute with renewed vigor, motivated by the thought of what he’d do with Talieson once their little duel was over. The other man’s song was slow and comparatively easy to follow, and for a while his fingers danced across the strings, almost effortlessly, as he played faster and faster and added all kinds of extra little notes to the song, smiling madly as he did so …

… and then … and then his fingers inevitably slipped because he just didn’t have enough experience, and he had never played that fast before. Devin’s hand stopped in mid-motion, and he just stared at his lute incredulously for a moment because he wasn’t sure what had just happened, and which notes he was supposed to play next, but then he laughed and put his arm around Talieson’s shoulders, as if he had planned on stopping in mid-song for a moment in order to intensify his flirting all along. “How was that?” he asked. “I’d be perfectly willing to let a man as handsome as you win”, he whispered into his ear.

“And buy you another drink once you are done”, he continued, having noticed that Talieson’s mug was as good as empty which was an absolute crime. “And do more”, he added in a very suggestive tone.
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Mon Jul 23, 2018 5:22 am

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۞ . . .
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۞ Current Thought: The Party has just begun
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۞ "Instruments are powerful things my man, one cant simply put a favorite on them as a whole. Even the most angelic of notes can convey an overwhelming sense of power." he retorted, downing his 8th cup of ale. The stuff was good, not as strong as he was use to, which was why he was still coherent after so many cups of it. At any rate he was still enjoying himself all the same. Then there was a pull on his pant leg. Looking down he could see the determined red head child looking up at him. He couldn't help but smirk, she was trying to be slick and con him, which he knew, but decided to play along with her anyway. He was a big softy when it came to the kids, so he didn't mind "And here I thought I could pull the wool over your eyes. Guess I'll have to try harder next time." He chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some candy, turning it over to the child. Watching her run off content he was reprimanded by her mother who was coming his way. "You know she was lying just to get your candy right?" She inquired, giving the Lotharro a glance over. Turning his head it was in indeed Walynda, and that was her little girl. Filling up his cup, and another for the attractive mother, he nodded. "Yeah I was aware, but only a monster would turn an adorable little one away, and it would put a damper on the festivities and who wants that ya know." He said offering the woman the other cup of ale. "Im a softy for the kids anyway, I admire their freedom, the spirit of life that they radiate. You've raised an amazing daughter so far lady ranger." ۞


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Talieson was victorious in the duel of lutes, and was grinning ear to ear. As Devin wrapped his arm around Talies' shoulders, the victorious bard leaned into the man's embrace. His hand gently alighted high onto Devin's thigh, as he listened to the man's whispered flirtations. He gave a soft squeeze before his hand returned to his lute. "This one is for my good friend Devin." Talieson then began a slow strumming on his instrument. It began sensually, slow, a soft kiss behind the listener's ear, teasing down the neck.

And it was clear that those dancing were picking up what he was putting down. The line dance shifted away, and people moved in closer to one another, hands low on hips, heads tucked into the crooks of necks, eyes locked, lips bitten. The song continued to slowly grow in power, but the sensuality remained in the underlying them. And soon, his eyes were locked upon Devin's as he played.

And it seemed the effects were applied to everyone, even those not dancing. Lust was growing within the crowd as a whole, and those with keen eyes would see that there were a lot of things not making sense. Couples that had been clearly couples that were married were now split, and lusting toward others, getting rather physical. Walynda, the girl's daughter, before Deala was no exception. She took the cup of ale she was offered, and took a long draught from it, while her eyes were locked upon Deala's hungrily.

When she finished her drink, she moved in close, pressing her lithe body against his. She was not as ample or curvy as some other women present, for as a Ranger, she was always running through the wilds. "You say such kind words, stranger..," her words coupled with a purr. The man who'd be speaking with Deala before took his leave, and upon seeing the way things were progressing on the dance floor, began to shake his head and round up the kids. He led them off back toward the water, so they wouldn't see the growing eroticism as the song progressed.

It was beginning to get out of hand. The air was thick and heavy, and soon clothes were being shed in public. Darbyton might know a bit more of a liberal freedom of will compared to the other cities and villages, but public nudity was still heavily frowned upon. And soon the air was filled with moans and groans from the dancefloor and the onlookers as it delved from lascivious and lewd dancing to an orgy, right in the middle of town, in the open air. Walynda joined in as well, shedding her dress, and making hands to help Deala with his.

And still the song continued, spurring it all on.

With a grin, the song crested, and with it, many a guttural moan of ecstasy was cast out, and then it slowly petered out until the song was finished. Talieson, eyes still solely on Devin, "So how about that drink now?"

Soon there were startled people exclaiming loudly, waking up from their lewd stupors. Lovers shoving each other off one another, scrambling for their clothes, embarrassment and mortification abound. It began to delve into chaos of arguing between married couples who'd just cheated on another, accusations of rape were being thrown out. And soon, the first punch was thrown. A man was sent stumbling forward, crashing into the bards, sending Talieson backwards. His lute was thrown and cracked upon landing.

A full on brawl had just broken out, threatening to drag everyone around into it. And there were no proper guards around, so it was getting really ugly, really fast.

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“Only a good friend?“ Devin repeated and faked a pout, before he moved even closer to the other man, grinning. “I was hoping that we could become more”, he admitted and place his own hand atop Talieson’s that was resting on his thigh for a moment before he pulled it away again, put his arm around the other man instead and rested his head on his shoulder. It seemed as if the bard would have to play while a thief that had gone from wanting to punch him to thinking inappropriately lustful thoughts within the blink of an eye was nearly sitting on him – because that was how close Devin was to him now.

There was just something about Talieson’s new song, something that Devin had never heard before – or felt before. It was impossibly beautiful and sensual. It made him feel slightly light-headed, it made his heart beat faster, it sent shivers down the spine – as well as the rest of his body – and it made him feel warm as well. There was a sense of anticipation in the air that had not been there before, the promise of something that was yet to come. He noticed that everywhere people were becoming physical – but not with their previous partners which was perfectly acceptable as far as Devin was concerned. In his opinion there was nothing wrong with a bit of adultery every now and then.

He took what was happening as a cue to pull Talieson close for a kiss before he allowed him to continue – and did what everybody else seemed to be doing. He disentangled himself from the bard – and started to take his clothes off. First came his shirt, and then his pants, followed by the rest because he was really excited about participating in the orgy. He had never participated in an orgy before!

As the song ended, Devin met Talieson’s gaze and grinned before he replied, “Sure. And perhaps we can do something else afterwards? How did you do this, by the way?” he asked and pointed at the people around them who looked as if they had absolutely no idea what had just happened. “Can you teach me?” His eyes were wide as he said that because he was incredibly envious of Talieson’s ability – and he wasn’t embarrassed by his lack of clothes at all. He liked being naked. While chaos erupted around him, Devin was perfectly comfortable, at ease and happy – until people started to punch each other, at least.

As that man crashed into Talieson, Devin immediately grabbed his lute with one hand, slung his clothes over his shoulder, grabbed one of the bard’s hands with his other hand and attempted to drag him to a nearby table that they would hopefully be able to hide under for a bit before they attempted to make their escape. “I think that we should leave the party”, he decided, frowning hard as he hastily put his pants back on. “This here looks like it’s about to get really ugly!” Normally he quite enjoyed a little brawl in order to get in the mood, but this here looked as if it was about to get out of hand, and he didn’t want to be caught in the fray!
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What's the Worst That Could Happen? (Open)

Thu Jul 26, 2018 10:31 pm

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Dealanaich Curaidh
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"True, the lion is a mighty, noble animal, but it is an animal nevertheless!"
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۞ Mood: Buzzed, Excited
۞ Current Thought: The Party has just begun
۞ Theme: Desperado

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۞ As the song changed, and the mood shifted, Deala smile at the rangers kind words, seeing the look in her eyes as she guzzled down most of the ale in her cup. He couldnt help but feel something odd. "Im not drunk, the ale isnt even that strong to effect me, so what the hell is this feeling? For some reason Im feeling hella frisky and i know its not the ale." He thought to himself, trying to figure out the sensation surging throughout his entire being. Soon he would feel hands upon his body, ripping his clothes off, seeing the hunger in Walynda eyes. Not wanting to fight the urges of his loins, he eagerly allowed the small framed woman undress him, then proceed to take her on one of the nearby tables. Lust, flesh, and moans were abundant as the citizens of Darbyton proceeded to fornicate with each other. Deala was lost in plowing Walynda, unable to noticed what had truly transpired, it wasnt till the music died and everyone began to come to their senses that he realized what was going on. Laying next to the ranger on the table, he watched as accussations, threats, and fist began to fly among them. "This is getting too out of hand, but i never miss a chance to throw some punches." He said moving off the table and into the fray. It was true his brawling skills needed some work, but against a drunken mob, and him still far from a buzz, he was able to do fine, taking his own punches in stride and with a smile.۞


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"Lightning strikes the land and thunder heralds the doom but the land bears it all in silence, teaching us that life may be harsh to us but we shouldn't be so to life."
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Lion of Thetros
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