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That evening, Vyeggar could simply not get out of his own way.

It started when he and Karuz returned to the casino and found Sandramine outside, along with some new woman who looked altogether too stuck-up and haughty to be seen around this particular establishment. Vyegger by this point was wiped out from the day’s events. The battle in the warehouse had left him briefly unconscious, and though he loved to fight, loved it dearly, that same love did not extend to having his flesh burned. It reminded him too much of his time with the Sophists. They had so dearly enjoyed letting his blood flow out of him, but one time stood out to him. He had been kept drugged and helpless for much of his time there while they practiced their blood magic, but he recalled one of the priests had been distracted by something. His ceremonial dagger had slipped and torn a hole right into Vyeggar’s radial artery. Blood had pulsed out of the wound in crimson arcs. Surprised, the priest casually placed a fire-poker into the hearth for a few moments while Vyeggar’s panicked golden eyes watched his blood squirt away. Unable to move a muscle to defend himself, he could only watch as the priest pressed the glowing iron tip of the poker onto his rapidly paling green flesh. His scream was deafening, but it was only in his mind, for he could not move a muscle. The most sound he let out was a soft wheeze of breath as he felt the wound sear shut. Unconsciousness was a mercy that was not allowed to him, for the state of his suspension left him unable to faint. And so he felt it all, and continued to feel it even hours after the poker had been withdrawn. The memory caused him to shudder even now, and despite his outward claim to enjoy arson, the thought of himself being burned was one of his few unspoken fears.

Because he was so faded, his debriefing with Sandramine was unusually terse, and he watched the beautiful smile fade from her face. She was not so chagrined that she did not allow him to pass, and he made his way into the casino proper with Karuz and her newly claimed severed foot in tow. Their presence seemed to draw the glances of curious patrons, but there was only one set of eyes that Vyeggar was happy to see. The kobold Honeypot approached and casually swatted him in the stomach. Deciding to play it casually in public (their extracurricular relationship had not exactly been disclosed), Vyeggar pretended that her punch was a devastating knockout blow and staggered to the ground as though he had been slain.

”I’m dead. I died. Oh, woe is me, struck down in my prime.” He stuck out his tongue and closed his eyes. In a whispered voice that only grew quieter as he faded away toward death, he groaned, ”Tell… tell my ma… tell her I said… PBBBHTTHHHHBBBBHHTTTTT! As Honeypot had leaned in to hear what his dying message was, he blew a raspberry into her ear, before reaching up and tickling her ribs. ”Heh, just goofing. Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes. Aw, yes, stew’s on? Wonderful. Lead the way.” He had almost given her a kiss as he got to his feet, but stopped himself. I don’t know what this is. I don’t know if this is anything. I certainly don’t want to make it out to be something it’s not, and certainly now with all these chucklef*cks standing around watching us. Whatever their situation resolved to be would be decided in private. The half-orc followed the little kobold woman into the kitchens and had a nice lunch with a pitcher of ale to wash it down. It was the highlight of his day, but sadly it was all downhill from there.

That evening, as he stared listlessly into space while Liana did all the actual bouncing, he found himself thinking about the shared dream they had all had. They’d all seen the wax woman, had apparently all gotten tarot cards as well. So much had happened in the short time they had been employed here (press-ganged, more like it he thought with a growl}, many strange and inexplicable things had happened. He continued to ruminate long after his shift as bouncer ended. He was no more effective at bouncing than he was at box-moving, and when he finished up his evening’s work behind the bar, he ended up consuming about as many drinks as he served out to customers. When Tilly swung by, muttering in disgust about the Harkanors, Vyeggar wasn’t even paying attention. It was only when she practically pulled him up and over the bar to follow her that his foggy mind began to clear. Something about strange women who can overpower your very soul with some sort of inexplicable ability is enough to induce sobriety, and despite how taxing the day had been, he was focused now on the task at hand. Tilly shoved them into a room, where Sandramine and that same woman (who he seemed to remember eyeing him out on the casino floor? Had she? He’d been so distracted…) who had been at the entrance upon their return were now huddled together over a document. The new woman’s clothes covered about as much as a pane of glass might. He looked. Of course, he looked. His imagination was as well-developed as his biceps were, and she certainly wasn’t leaving much to his imagination.

Liana had described her and her family earlier while he had pretended to be a bouncer. Apparently this Rennux was some sort of socialite turned shadow broker, a party girl who reveled in leveraging secrets to further herself. Vyeggar hadn’t paid much attention beyond nodding his head and throwing in the occasional ”You don’t say,” and ”Well, I’ll be damned.” He didn’t know the Harkanors, but he imagined they were just like all the other sh*tty rich a**holes in this godforsaken city. And so while his eyes might have been sweeping over her body like a dirty broom, when she lay her proposition before them it was all he could do to not snort with laughter.

”No offense, sugart*ts, but I’ve already been f*cked over by one woman and her drama in this place, I don’t need more. I don’t know you from a stranger, and I’ve already got enough friends. You want to get to know me, buy me a drink.” He jerked a thumb toward Damien, who he knew had caused quite a sexual row back downstairs not long before. ”You want to talk to someone, maybe have a little pickle party, get with my boy here.” He turned his attention away from her well-sculpted mound and jerked a thumb at Sandramine. ”Hey, can I talk to you for a second? Outside?”

 


 

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It was difficult to put into words what Damien was feeling tonight... but it had started at the dress shop... and it had remained with him since. Growing. Plaguing his mind with feelings of insecurity. He'd come to this city as a young child... he was as much a part of it as anyone here... and yet his memories of a past riddled with weaknesses and vulnerabilities left him feeling like a pretender. He could take on a new name and reinvent himself here on the west side of the river, but if all it took to bring the past knocking was Tilly's unexplained, damnable magic, then how far behind him was it really?

But there was more than that... even if Tilly didn't pull it all out of Damien, there was a terrible feeling welling up in the back of the vishkanya's mind that someone else would... the old half-orc in the wheelchair. He had some sort of unexplained connection with Tilly... not unlike an old half-orc Damien had run into in his youth. That day had forever changed things, and no matter what he did, he couldn't erase the terror of the experience from his mind. He'd never understood why he'd been allowed to live... or why he'd been directed to the Mermaid. If they continued down this path they were on though, it was entirely possible he'd find out. Gojzot Kry... a filthy nickname, but perhaps behind the name was the same man he'd met once before, and as much as Damien told himself the chances were slim to none, it stuck in his brain like a nettle. It made him frustrated... scared... tired.

And for one night, he didn't want to think about being smart or suave. He wanted to be like all the grinning fools out there gambling at the tables, imbibing all manner of substance, drinking and playing and fighting and f*cking themselves numb as their problems faded to a buzz in the backdrop.

The stage was calling that evening, and after swinging by the bar to grab a shot of whiskey from Urin, Damien took to it with enthusiasm. His social commentary was a hit with some groups, drawing a fair amount of mixed applause and laughter as he shifted from observational humor to a satirical performance that had people gasping. Before long, drinks were being sent up to him, and Damien was happy to accept as he moved on to a slightly sloppy, but jovial violin performance. Part of him had expected others to join in; Trista, or perhaps even Liana, but the stage remained his as the minutes stretched on and the room got more enthusiastic. By the time he'd begun the sultry removal of his suit, Damien had a decent buzz of his own going, and his slightly clumsy attempts at incorporating some feats of dexterity into the mix seemed appreciated for their comedic value rather than detracting from the enjoyment of his audience. Mostly though, people just seemed to like what they saw... and it felt good. As much as Damien usually tried to keep himself composed and out of the way of controversy, deep down, he enjoyed being visible. It was... important to him. Perhaps in his rush to separate himself from his past weaknesses, he'd simply replaced them with a new one; vanity.



Damien had scarcely left the stage before Tilly was demanding he follow her, alongside three of the others. Part of him genuinely thought there might be some kind of interrogation waiting for them; Tilly wasn't normally one to demand clothes stay OFF, so he could only imagine what kind of approach she had in mind to get out whatever truth she was looking for... though as the four entered the bedroom, the reality became much clearer.

There was no denying Rennux's beauty. Between that, her money, and her familial connections, it was unlikely she was ever used to not getting what she wanted. Damien was already familiar with the name Harkanor, as anyone who spent enough time in this city likely was, but he didn't know much beyond the rumors. Still, he had to admit that Liana's warnings made him feel more intrigued than cautious. He wasn't foolish enough to think this heiress could be trusted with secrets of actual substance, but... she seemed as intrigued in them as he was. Perhaps with the right... convincing... Rennux Harkanor could be convinced to give a little of what she was getting, and what information or connections she could potentially GIVE might be incredibly useful, particularly under the only circumstances Damien was positive that Tilly would or could not be listening in.

For the first time all night, a small flash of possibility beyond the pursuit of jubilant oblivion flashed in Damien's mind. He listened to Liana and Kara give their impassioned pleas to be chosen. Predictably, Vyeggar spoke with his heart as well, washing his rugged hands of the entire situation before half-heartedly offering Damien up for service instead. It was the second time he'd made that suggestion today, but this time Damien was actually considering the benefits.

"Well then..." Damien watched Vyeggar leave, shrugging before turning to Rennux, the enigmatic charm in his smile turned up to 11. "I'll be honest, I haven't lain with anyone under this roof since my arrival. It's an area of talent to be sure, but certainly not my purpose for being at the Mermaid. However, you've caught me on an... unusual night." Where Liana stood poised and Kara stood passionately, Damien presented himself decidedly more casually, his body relaxed as he leaned against the frame of the door, arms crossed over his bare chest. After all, his garb was already a match for her own in terms of modesty; there was no reason to try to hide what he offered. "My name is Damien Buranta... and my beginnings are humble, but I am not. If bold tales of our struggles are what you seek, you've already seen my talent at spoken word; if learning of my life before all this is your goal, you'd certainly be the first to succeed in drawing my secrets from me... but nothing's impossible." He gave her a wink. "Regardless, I can assure you that, if you're looking for good conversation and all that would follow it, you'll find that the talents of a serpent's tongue go far beyond rumor."

Damien fell silent, leaving it at that. Perhaps she would pick him... perhaps she'd pick him and one of the others. Or maybe he would be rejected and left to depart in nothing but his loincloth. If so, at least his pride wouldn't be hurt. Given the two women standing next to him, he could understand.
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Sandraminae stiffened suddenly, as if Karuz had bitten at her. There was a swirl of emotions across her face. Karuz could feel the hands on her back tighten into fists. But then they flattened, and they slid around Karuz very carefully. Very slowly. And then Sandraminae leaned against the feral orc and hummed to her lowly and sadly. "Just... sit still, please," she said. That was all of the explanation.

After a minute or so, she suddenly stood up and left, without even emptying the bath.


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Kara is playing: Gurna Nmesh, earns 91 gp Liana is playing: Menial Tasks, earns 3 gp Vyegger is playing: Menial Tasks (please choose the rest of your tasks)
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Rennux listened attentively to each individual pitch that was given. There was no interruption, nor judgement, but only admiration and consideration... until Vyeggar coldly dismissed her. Her face twisted with a graceless offence. Insulted. Rejected. Sandraminae, however, remained calm, mouthing to Vyeggar "I'll join you in a minute," and silently dismissing him. She smiled to Rennux. "He struggles with authority, and your reputation precedes you, Miss Harkanor. He probably feels like this is the best way for him to rebel. If I had told him he was mine and mine alone, you'd have him grovelling at your feet."

"I-!" Rennux tried to protest, before she truly mulled over the words. It took some consideration, but the anger turned to a devious smile, and then a sympathetic one. "I suppose I cannot blame him. Still, it is sad that he misses out so thoroughly. I only wonder who had hurt him." Her gaze then shifted to Liana, and Kara, and Damien, in turn. "And who hurt the three of you. As delicious as your bodies are, and as generously as you offer them, you each in turn seem so needy of companionship. My greatest regret tonight is that I cannot tend to all of you, and heal all of your wounds. You've impressed me a lot."

"A decision, then?"

Rennux thought about this, not answering straight away. She stood up, breathing deeply as she did, which only emphasised how little her negligee covered her top. Her shoulders and chest rolled with the intake of air, which seemed like a move designed only to fluster Kara, and move the cool, calculated Damien. As if she could smell the poor woman's inexperience with the intimate. As if she could sense the vishkanya's frustration and desperation. It made her giggle.

Rennux's eyes settled on Liana, and she gave a soft... slightly regretful smile.


"You made a wonderful proposition," the noblewoman sighed, standing up and walking towards Liana. She took the halfling's hands in her own, soft and gentle. "You are a stunning beauty, and I have no doubts of your service. And the way you protected your fellow workers, those girls below... it was as cute as it was scary. And that's why I can't take you." She patted the back of Liana's hands carefully. "I could not deprive the Casino of you. So protective, so powerful, so fiery. I have laid with the Silken Sheet before, and they are wonderful. But I am familiar with them. Protect the others. Leave these two in my care."

Sandraminae cocked an eyebrow. "These two?"

Rennux nodded firmly. "These!" She suddenly took Kara's hand, and pulled her into a soft kiss. Tender. Caring. Loving. Then she looked to Damien. "Two!" She took his hand and pulled him off of the wall, into a very different kiss. This one was rough, her tongue seeking his out and hungrily snatching it, while she enjoyed his rugged, manlier taste.

Sandraminae's smile didn't change. "I do not blame you," she cooed, suddenly squeezing herself between both Kara and Damien. She slapped Kara on the lower back, which looked and sounded exactly like a spank on the rump. "This one is someone who one of my staff can vouch for personally. She is keen and beautiful, and very dedicated to female pleasure," she explained. But as she did, she drew a message on Kara's back with her fingernail.

"BE CAREFUL"

The moment she was done, she wheeled towards Damien, putting her hand low on his back and her other on his shoulder. While the same message was drawn, she distracted Rennux by pinching Damien's cheek. "And this one... well, you can see how handsome he is, and the uniform doesn't hide much either. He was giving me a few looks earlier tonight... oh, before you showed up, of course... so I think you'll find in him a very frisky and needy mood. Yes, Damien, I noticed that look you gave me earlier. Another night, if you're a good boy for me and a bad boy for Rennux." The elf then looked back to Rennux. "May I speak to them in private first?"

There again was the change in mood. "Why?!" she snapped. "They know what they're here for! They're here to sing their songs to me, and make me sing! Or are you worried about something else?!"

Sandraminae looked a little awkward. A little disappointed. But then she bowed her head. "I... I understand... I only wanted to make sure they knew what they were doing. This is their first time performing this particular duty under my watch. Will you be having them for the whole night?"

Rennux seemed satisfied with that answer.


"... no. I will leave during the dead of night, my horse is already prepared. Forgive my outburst, but I am..." She fluttered her eyelashes, with the look of a starved child about her. "... in need of service."

Sandraminae just laughed. "There is nothing to forgive. I understand entirely. Liana and I will leave you alone." She gave one last look to Kara and Damien, while setting her hands firmly onto Liana's shoulders. "Stamp the floor three times, if you are asked to do something you are not comfortable with. I have excellent hearing, and Tilly knows to protect her staff."

With that, Sandraminae frog-marched Liana out of the room.

 


 


 


 
OOCSo... on the subject of naughty stuff.

I've intentionally written it to be as implicit as possible, and given that player consent is a touchy subject, I would advise that you guys do the same. In terms of the act itself, Rennux is a very selfish lover so even though there's three of you, I am working under the premise that Kara and Damien do not touch each other. Regarding player or character discomfort, if there's any problem with that or what I've written, please let me know and I'll make any adjustments to what I've written so far and the scenario as a whole.

I'm not going to say how you two write Kara and Damien reacting to it going forward, if they treat each other differently or the same, if it's a problem for either of them, but I am happy to contact you both in private to establish some sort of canon and ground-rules should either of you feel that's necessary.

We'll be going to as tasteful a fade-to-black as we can get and start the next in-game day soon, so don't expect an explicit sex scene. This is an NPC intentionally putting your characters into a somewhat uncomfortable (or very comfortable, depending on your outlook) position, and you are free to deal with the problem how you wish.
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End of dayLiana was vexed and disappointed when Rennux's choice pased over her. But she kept her expression masked. She was about to make her way to Kara -- judging that of the two she could benefit from favor from On High from the session about to commence.

But to grant a lingering benefit, she has to actually touch someone, concentrate, and expend some reservoir of her own energy. After a long day of strenuous work, she was nearly exhausted: and then Sandrimae starts to frog-march her away! Ahh...

As she is going down and away, Damien and Kara feel the psionic bond that Liana has with them attenuate and then snap... They have just each other, and Rennux has them.

She reflects on insights she received from her own keen observations of Rennux. But there is no one, at this moment, to share her hunches with.




Moments later, she is accosted by Cestine and her drunken amorous assault. She responds as if fond with the other lady -- but also with a hissed "not now... not appropriate..."

 

After a few moments of being overwhelmed with affection, she fends her off.




It is the close of a very long and difficult day. If she had emergency reserves of energy from her fanatical motivation, they are abruptly inaccessible. Fatigue drags upon her limbs and her normally vivacious personality is shutting down into a snappy irritability so uncharacteristic of her. She arranges to pass Vyeggar in the hall. Her voice is cold, dead with exhaustion. "The lot of us, the Bucket Brigade, need to talk in the morning. See what we've learned," she glances briefly toward the bedrooms, "and if any damage's been done."

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Celia just got her answer out before she parted. "She's safe-ish. My aunt checks on her every week for me, I'll arrange to make it dail-" And that's when she parted away, making a big show of her enjoyment of the "kiss." Liana noticed that Tilly happened to be out of her office, and possibly within earshot, though seemed distracted calling Karuz over.

Later, while Tilly was back in her office and Liana was losing her energy reserves, Celia made sure to slide over a flagon of ale about the size of Liana's head. "Sorry. In this place you need to keep your ssssss..." She briefly looked over her shoulder, then back to Liana awkwardly. "... sssssausages. You need to keep your sausages to yourself. And... with this guy, who has all of the sausages. Any clue on what you're going to do about him? If you need a message passing to him, I'm sure he'll find me, I can tell him whatever you want."

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Liana sighed, as she thought over some options, not really liking any of them, but thinking how to turn the situation to their advantage. "He wants Kara and I to meet him for a dinner date, wearing those dresses he chose out."

She silently thought of what Sandraminae said of Kasturr.

 


She swirled about the drink the woman passed her, and reflected on the kobold fellow's outrageous demands

 


She pondered what was said about him during interrogation.

 


Last, she reflected on what she personally experienced about his character. He killed someone to keep them from talking, and threatened to kill an innocent person to keep us from talking. His position is insecure, because he uses threats and violence to maintain it. He's an information broker, but a lying one. A merchant is known by the quality of her goods. So, he's kind of like a weaponsmith who has a reputation for selling cracked swords. Everyone has ... character flaws ... but when one's failures affect the very centerpiece of one's own business, why, that's kind of pathetic.

"Tell him we can meet him, for a dinner date. By Harvest 107, because information is like bread, best when fresh-baked, but it gets stale and moldy after a while. As for the rest on his wish list, he can bring the two dresses he acquired, but we can talk later about what he wants."

 


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Three appeals were made to Rennux, then came time to wait for the judge of character. It was only a brief period of witnessing this lady and Kara already was tossed into a situation to satisfy impure thoughts and recently attained hungers.

When the verdict came in, her knees felt weak. She was chosen. She gets to... her thoughts become tempestuous and she physically clutches her head to quiet the imagination. Then the awareness catches up with her, 'Wait, these two...?' Kara didn't have time to glance Damien's way as Rennux stole from her lips a most intimate exchange.

Kara was stunned, and dropped to the floor after the exchange, at a loss for much. She only came to when Rennux spoke of a need for service. She looks quizzically in the direction of Sandraminae's hips as she departs the room. 'Should I have been more reserved?'

Kara looked back to Rennux, watching the intriguing noble girl in the same manner as before her doubts. Kara was bid, and she did as directed. Standing up, Kara moves to Rennux's side, then sits down abruptly, her hands clutching her knees. She couldn't well look the girl in the eye at first, especially with the praise and compliment being showered upon her unbidden.

In a sense, Kara was probed to speak, so, with a sigh, she began, "A gang...yes. I don't know how to tell a story with proper context. But I was an orphan, raised by a man that sought to take the parentless like us and turn us into profitable gladiators under his name. I wasn't so good and I had to find ways to make a living." Her eyes go to the ceiling as if looking up helped recount details, "I had naught but combat and some failed magic lessons to call upon, I had no history to be a mercenary, and not a name to be soldier. I was lost for what to do. At a crossroads where I had not but to sell my body or steal from others, someone came and offered their hand."

Kara clenches her fist, recounting clearly that day, "A voice of a songbird, golden wavy locks of hair and eyes of the blue skies. He came into my life and offered a third path, to join a group fighting for freedom of this oppressive city. Their name the Crimson Shroud came from following in the wake of his blood-red cloak." She says, glancing down upon her own sash, "What passed were days of merriment of doing good deeds with hands in the pockets of the corrupt and would-be tyrants. We...one day attacked a caravan and...well, the lot of us wound up in prison and before I knew it, one day myself and my leader were alone before the prison warden. He had such a good speech, but his sword arm was ready to swing. I didn't want to kill this man, nor see him die...a struggle happened and...I..."

As Kara's speech filled with more emotion, Rennux put a stop to it real quickly, with her cheek to a lady's chest, thoughts of the moment vanished. She looked up at those sympathetic eyes. Her heart beat like a war drum.
 

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Vyeggar rolled his eyes at Sandramine’s talk of tiptoeing around the Harkanor bitch. He didn’t say anything for a few moments, instead letting Sandramine say her piece. It was only when she threatened him at the end that his expression once again darkened.

”You think I’m a stranger to f*cked up magic? Lady, do you even know where I’ve f*cking BEEN for the last month and a half? Getting BLED like a damned stuck pig by a bunch of Sophist priest pieces of sh*t. Watching your blood drain out of you every day and every night and knowing that all you have to look forward to the next day is more of the same kinda changes a person, kinda makes them a little bit psychotic if I can be real with you. So you’ll pardon me if I don’t share in your penchant for subtlety. I tend to find that it’s the subtle ones who end up f*cking me over in the end.”* He took a breath, then let it all out.

”Are they going to be alright?” he asked with a growl, changing the subject like he was slamming a door. It was clear to both of them that he was concerned for the safety of Kara and Damien, but he wouldn’t admit to it in so many words. ”I didn’t see a weapon on her, unless you count that bear trap between her legs, so I’m not too worried, but if she’s got some weird freak power like Ti- like some other people I’ve met, then I’d prefer you tell me.” A pause, then, ”Why? Why would you set this up, knowing she’s dangerous? What’s in it for you? For Tilly? I can’t imagine it’s just money. Did she say she knew something? It’d have to be pretty important for Tilly to let her waltz in here and screw her people in her own casino.” He scratched his head, trying to puzzle the whole thing out. ”It just doesn’t track with me…” he said quietly, more to himself than to Sandramine. ”She just shows up out of the f*cking blue after we get back from town and conveniently asks for the four of us? That’s bullsh*t. Who is it - Lungri? The cat-man? The old orc? Who does she know, that she’d suddenly dart right to us as soon as we made it back from town? Aghh!” The not knowing pissed him off, and he instinctively lashed out and struck the wall, shaking the wooden timber. ”Whatever! I don’t care! F*CK!” He punched the wall again and the board cracked. So too did the skin on his knuckles. He stood there, looking at the blood drip from his broken flesh. He stared at it, and a moment later the blood ceased. He held up his now staunched fist to Sandramine and looked at her with a flat expression.

”Tilly’s not the only freak in this freakshow,” he said dully. And then, with nothing else to say, he turned and walked back out the door and headed back downstairs to await their next job.

 

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From her new perch, Karuz had the perfect view of One-eyes office and the other rooms on the upper floor, She settled in comfortably as the Pretty Lady was in with One Eye and then watched as Sandraminae came and took her to another room, leaving to collect most of Oknar's pack, bringing them to the room where the Pretty Lady had remained, She could hear talking from the room, but even with her sharp hearing she couldn't make out what was being said over the noise of the Casino itself.

When Oknar came storming out, and a few minutes later was followed by Sandraminae and the little Pet, it didn't take someone with an education Karuz lacked to figure out why Firehair and the Lizard had stayed behind, She had no illusions about what went on in those rooms, the air was thick with the scent of it. She was curious why Vyeggar hadn't remained as well, he was the Alpha, the pretty lady should have been his to claim but before she had a chance to wonder too much she saw One Eye stalking the balcony angrily, looking around for something, or someone. Catching Karuz eye a few moments later and waving her down into her office.

She would have growled back in defiance for a moment but she had just taken a bite into her Rat and didn't want to lose that meal, slowly chew on the flesh and hair as she drank its blood for a moment before springing from her crouched position down onto the balcony, landing surprisingly quietly for a woman of her size and weight, crouched with one hand on the floor steadying her from the drop, the other still holding the bitten Rat in her hand before heading into One Eyes office, taking another bite of her meal as the dusty bone and metal scent of her office hit her nostrils.

Karuz had only been in the room a couple of times since her captivity started, a fact she was glad of, she hated the scent of this room. She had spent her lifetime around bones and death, the smell of marrow and meat, blood and carrion was nothing new to the feral creature but the scents of death in this room were just..wrong, Ancient, Dry. It was one of the reason's Karuz had brought her meal with her, she knew how much it would annoy One-Eye and she didn't miss that single eye narrowing as the Rat's tail hung from Karuz lips as she chewed and waited for her Alpha to talk, but the fresh scent and taste of blood was helping somewhat to mask the smells in the room as Tilly rambled on, shouting orders and tasks at her.

Although her attention was flitting around the room, eyes taking in the everything around her as she always did, despite appearances she was listening to One Eye and understood a lot more than the Angry Orc Woman realised, not that Karuz would let on. If Tilly thought she was some brainless creature so much the better for her. She wasn't learned or book smart, she was unable to read and write and often mispronounced and misunderstood what she said, but she was not quite the animal she appeared to be and would do her best to rebel against One Eye's commands when she could. Luckily for her, this time the commands were one's she would enjoy doing.

The feral Half-orc was still a stubborn creature by nature though and resisted the urge to answer her Alpha immediately, crouching in the office, chewing slowly on the rats tail as Tilly shouted and stalked closer, demanding an answer if Karuz understood her commands, fists clenched ready to beat her if she didn't agree, probably even if she did, that was her nature after all. As the One Eye'd Woman's large fist raised to deliver that beating, Karuz spat out the remains of the rats tail and responded

"Karuz Understand"

"Take Baskets to Crazy No smell Woman, Ugly One, Snake One No Talk to No Smell Woman"

"Hurt Noman Lots, No Hurt Girls, drag back here"

"Kill Cow-Bald, No Friends Talk to Cow-Bald"

"Today Karuz Watch Pretty Lady, Tomorrow Karuz Hurt, Karuz Kill. Karuz understand"

Having made her speech, Karuz remained silent and watched Tilly, waiting for either a beating or a dismissal. Resuming her place in the Rafters afterwards until her Maraga told her to stop or until the morning came and it was time to Hunt.


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Even with the advantage of being second, Damien was unprepared as he was pulled into a kiss, his body reacting quite independently from his mind as he returned Rennux's passion with some of his own. Regaining himself as their lips separated though, Damien found himself slightly thrown by the decision. Certainly given the options, he had reasonable expectation that Rennux's desire might force her to choose two... but he had assumed the decision would be between Damien and Kara at Liana's side, not the two of them INSTEAD of the halfling. Apparently they'd done sufficiently well to impress the lady in their respective performances that night... to be chosen over one to whom the arts of the bedroom were practically a calling. Looking after the halfling, Damien's expression was almost apologetic as he gave her a nod in her departure. Sandraminae followed... but not before a few parting words, partnered with a hidden warning that the vishkanya was quite expecting at this point.

" Yes, Damien, I noticed that look you gave me earlier. Another night, if you're a good boy for me and a bad boy for Rennux." Damien's smirk was almost sheepish as he bit back a forced chuckle, feeling the "BE CAREFUL" being traced along his back.

"Sandraminae, you musssst have realized by now; I'm ALWAYS bad." He let his tongue flicker a bit across his teeth, giving her a small goodbye wave before turning his attention back to the room. Unfortunately, as much as he may have wanted to shut his brain off and let his cares go, he knew he couldn't be foolish. The game was about to begin... the objective clear: Provide nothing short of absolutely flawless service, and leverage that to give as little information as possible while learning as MUCH as he could.

As his eyes shifted between the two incredibly attractive women however, the vishkanya found himself wondering if abstaining from "distractions" since his arrival was actually going to work against him tonight.

"... Damien, there is mead, and there should be enough cups. Please, pour us some. Kara, sit with me."

Damien gave her a small bow, complying wordlessly as the noblewoman bid Kara share her tale of woe. One by one, Damien slowly filled each cup with the sweet, aromatic drink, listening intently to his companion open herself to the beautiful stranger they were sharing for the evening. Kara's childhood, while quite different from his own, was no less tragic. Arguably moreso. The vishkanysa may have lost his father and his old life... but he'd had those things to lose at least. He'd never been the same after that, determined not to let such connections ever hurt him again. Kara had found connection and purpose too... and look where it had led.

As he walked the tray of mead over to the two women, Damien's measured expression hid the pang of sympathy he felt for Kara as her emotions began to well up. It was getting to be too much... but he wasn't forced to intervene, Rennux silencing the woman herself as she comforted Kara and gently requested another kiss.

"And Damien Buranta... I sense another sad story from you... so let's, for now, be merry." Damien thought the moment had now come to give his own sob story; a notion he quite dreaded, but was luckily saved the trouble of for the moment as Rennux decided it was time to move things in a more interesting direction. Her embrace with Kara as the two women passionately and playfully kiss one another was enough to slow Damien to a stop, and as the noblewoman stole occasional, toying glances his way, he knew that she trying to tantalize him as much as her; trying to stoke the flames of desire that burned beneath a regretful dry spell.

And it was working. With each article of clothing elegantly removed and every stolen kiss, the thin cloth covering the last part of Damien's body to remain clothed was doing less and less to hide his desire, betraying his rehearsed air of composure. By the time Rennux had paused the fun to ask for her mead, Damien's breathing had deepened considerably. Placing the tray down on the side table, Damien handed Rennux her cup, brushing her hand intimately with the back of his
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Karuz had been expecting the heavy blows, even as she turned away but it still took her by surprise just how quick One Eye was as she sprang across the room and dragged her back by her hair, screaming at her that she was the Alpha. She knew she was not in any real danger, and the pain she felt was mild compared to what she had experienced at Tilly's hands before but she still resisted and tried to fight back just as she would against anyone who grabbed her hair, baring her teeth and tusks and twisting to snap at the fingers grabbing at her

But for all her immense strength, close to matching even Tilly's own, The Feral snarling half orc was simply no match for Tilly's combat experience and technique and her efforts were thwarted by a heavy hand clamping onto her shoulder, between that and the pull of her hair she could snap and bite all she wanted but she could not turn in place enough to find a target for her teeth or bring her fists around enough to reach Tilly

She had no choice but to submit to the berating and dismissal, returning angrily to the rafters for the rest of the night. She would have eaten more of the rats up there despite Tilly's commands out of sheer spite but in her angry state her aura screamed predator and would not be masked, and for the first time since its doors opened, the rafters of the Dead Mermaid Casino were completely devoid of vermin as they scattered and fled from Karuz, leaving her alone until Tilly reappeared and called Karuz back down, to be taken below again

As Karuz followed One-Eye deeper below, she was reminded of her true home, so far away. The cold stone tunnels cutting through the rock and the enveloping darkness which sank over her like a comforting blanket, the sound of water dripping from rock in a rhythmic tattoo against the puddles collecting on the ground like a heartbeat. The torches in sconces on the walls becoming fewer and further apart the deeper she was led, but her eyesight grew sharper the more the light dimmed until she could see the forbidden doorway approaching. The yawning portal leading even deeper than she had even been before, Only One Eye went down those steps and ever returned, carrying that vile stench back up with her.

As she always did, Tilly paused at the top of those steps, taunting Karuz. Would today be the day she was taken below? Karuz knew that day would come one day and she would not return but she knew today was not that day. Tomorrow she would Hunt after all so for the first time in a long time she felt no fear as they paused at the doorway, perhaps Tilly could see that her tactic was not working this time and she soon turned away angrily and pulled Karuz down the corridor leading away from those steps, along a long corridor lined with cages, some newly emptied, but the majority filled with creature's which squeaked and squawked and mewled as their footsteps approached.

But as they always did when Karuz passed by they grew silent and shrank back further in their cages until she was gone, this angered Tilly even further. All the creatures below feared Tilly Gansong, just the way she liked it but their fear resulted in screams and howls and baring of teeth and claw at their capture as all wild creatures do in the face of a hated enemy. But Karuz was different to them, although her form was that of the other two legs, her Aura was that of an animal, and a predatory one at that. The fear she caused by her very presence caused the creatures to cower and hide in silence at her passing, their prey instincts kicking in fiercely. That reaction annoyed Tilly immensely, Her they would try to bite, Karuz they avoided.

She knew the smile curling on her lips would get her another beating but she couldn't resist grinning at that tiny victory over her "Alpha" and as expected she was beaten and kicked into her own Cage when they reached the furthest end of the cages, empty save a small pile of straw in one corner. She noticed that the straw was old and hadn't been replaced and her ratty old blanket was missing and the cracked wooden bowl for water was gone, likely her punishment for eating the rat in Tilly's office.

Curling up in the pile of old straw, Karuz kept her eyes on Tilly as the Orc watched her silently, lingering at the cage door and staring. Perhaps she was looking for a shiver from Karuz, some indication of discomfort at the situation, some sign of weakness to show she had been put in her place but Karuz was unbothered by the intense cold of her cage, she didn't need the blanket to be comfortable and she defiantly watched Tilly back until eventually the woman smiled and walked away

The Silence lingered as Tilly's heavy footsteps retreated down the corridor but eventually was broken by a soft growling voice from the cage beside Karuz

"Sister? Are you Hurt?"

Karuz let out the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding in the silence, relieved to hear that voice as she moved to the side of her cage closest to the soft growling male voice, resting her hand against the side of her cage. She could not see the other cage, Tilly had placed a barrier between the two so Karuz could not see her Siblings, only hear their voices

"No Brother, I am not hurt. Have you been fed? You stayed in your cage today? Little Sister?"

A second voice, softer than the first joined their conversation, barely more than a child's whisper but to Karuz it was more than enough to be heard

"Yes Sister we have been fed and we weren't made to fight. You didn't kill her then?"

She couldn't help laughing a little at that question, the same she was asked every day, Her little Cinder, so tiny but so fierce. Karuz felt the tension she held ease as she heard what she needed to, what she had hoped. One Eye had kept her word again today and her siblings had not been put to the fighting pit and had been fed. They had all made it through one more day, soon they would be free

"Soon Little Sister, Now is not the time to strike but Soon we will feel her blood on our lips and we will be free"

"Let me fight her Sister, I will tear out her other eye and we can go home"

This time Karuz resisted the urge to laugh at the comment, the boy was trying to be strong for their younger sister but Karuz knew it was false bravado and just how gentle a soul he really was, Laughing at him now would hurt him deeply

"I know you would Grey but that is not your task in the pack is it? You need to grow and protect our sister, I am counting on you to keep her safe"

She could hear the soft grumbling from the boy as he took heed of her words, reluctantly and she heard Cinder comforting her brother and not contradicting her or calling out she needed no protection and She was the fiercest of them all. Cinder was definitely a scrapper but of them all she was also the smartest and knew when to hold her tongue, something Karuz struggled with. She was in charge of her family because she was the oldest and strongest, for now but she knew in time Cinder would easily replace her, she would likely never be as stronger as Karuz but like One Eye, Cinder was clever

"Get some rest, Tomorrow i go hunting and if the chance appears we will make our kill and be free"



Despite the situation and the cold, damp environment Karuz was able to curl up quite comfortably and stayed awake long enough to hear the sound of the others sleeping in the cage beside hers before she allowed herself to sleep as well. She would hear the footsteps approaching her cage long before they arrived, the advantage of her cage being at the farthest end of the line and be ready when the door opened in the morning


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Vyeggar didn’t want to let on how much his conversation with Sandramine had unsettled him. In the brief time that he had been pressed into working here, he had not seen anything out of the busty woman that even approached fear, so this sudden apprehension on her part felt a bit like having the floor open beneath him, sending him falling into darkness. Weird sh*t just happens here sometimes… and wasn’t that just the truth? He mimed a zipper across his lips, then waited for her to leave so he could watch the view from behind her. He had never considered himself a lusty man, but this place was turning him into a regular horndog. Too bad she thinks she’s so high-class. If I can’t afford the chest, I sure as sh*t couldn’t afford an hour with her… There were also some ethical issues with shagging the boss… not that he really believed in ethics. It was an old idiom: ”don’t sh*t where you eat.” The Bucket Brigade were in enough hot water as it is (in spite of their handling of the late Lungri), and Vyeggar was certainly not trying to make things more complicated for himself or the others. He had promised, sort of. I said I would help them, and I will – but that offer goes out the window if the one-eyed freak is going to use her mind powers to push me around. I only have so much patience, and if she’s going to treat me with the same respect as that black goop, she can take her little chest and pound it up her ass.

He went down the bar and grabbed a tankard and filled it to the brim with cool ale. Honeypot sauntered lazily by, her face drooping with fatigue. It had been a long day for her as well, and Vyeggar tried to whistle her over, only what came out was a quiet breath – and he realized yet again, quite forlornly, that he had no teeth with which to whistle. Anger welled up within him again at the savage beating he had taken, and he thought again about how sweet it had been to kick the captain of the guard to pieces. Not quite tooth for tooth. I paid him back with plenty of interest.

”Hey, sweetcheeks,” he called out quietly in place of a whistle. ”How you holding up? You want a drink and a foot massage?” He offered up a stool to the sensual little kobold woman and slid his half-full tankard along the bar. His thick, muscular arms lifted her up onto the adjacent stool, and he plopped her legs into his lap.

”This damned place,” he muttered quietly while his scarred fingers worked away at the knots in Honeypot’s feet. ”How the hell did you end up stuck here? No, nevermind, sorry. I shouldn’t pry. Your business is your business. I just…” He sighed. ”It’s not just this casino. This whole f*cking city is rancid. Everyone’s just trying to get over on everyone else, and nobody gives a godd*mn about who they hurt doing it.” He closed his eyes. He was thinking about his brothers, about how young they had been when he had essentially been parentified into taking care of them. Momma did her best to pay the bills, but someone had to watch them when they were young, and it wasn’t like we had a father around to lend a hand. He had moved on from Honeypot’s feet and was now kneading her swollen ankles and calves. He was enjoying himself, enjoying giving pleasure to this woman who had been kind to him, who had offered him a chance to let the mask slip, to make himself vulnerable. He could count on one hand the number of people in his life who he felt comfortable enough to open himself to, and he would still have fingers left over. That thought scared the hell out of him. I’ve already got one person she’s weaponized against me, he thought, thinking again of his youngest brother Valdik. I think I’d go mad if she tried to do the same with Honeypot.

The little kobold woman could tell he was feeling maudlin, because it was at that point that she tried her best to distract him with her feet. It had started subtly – just a brush, an innocent little slip – but then she did it again with her other foot, and he realized that she was gently massaging him with her dainty feet. A shudder of pleasure suddenly rippled through him, and for the second time that day he found his body responding to his arousal.

”That’s… ohh…” he moaned softly, and it was at that point that awareness of his surroundings came back to him. ”*sigh* I should probably stop you here before Sandramine or the One-Eyed Wonder catches you jerking me off. Not that I don’t enjoy it,” he said quickly, gesturing to the obvious tent in his pants. ”But I have a feeling that my night isn’t quite done yet. But who knows, maybe in a little bit I could come tuck you into bed?” he said with a grin and a wink. ”And by tuck, I mean fu-“

It was at that point that he caught Sandramine and Liana walking quietly toward the door. His voice cut off mid-word, and he watched them quietly slip out into the cooling night air. Now where the hell are they going at this fine hour? He was not about to meddle in their affairs – Sandramine’s admonishment still echoed in his head – but he also had his doubts about Sandramine’s ability to protect Liana should something happen. The sniper shot that had laid the little halfling woman low still echoed loud in his mind like he’d stood next to the barrel, and the memory of her blood pooling in the dirt was as bright in his mind as it had been in living color. He realized that he might have been lying to himself about how many people he cared about. Is that why? he thought quietly. You’re projecting your fears about your brother onto them, turning them into surrogates. Well it’s not healthy, Vugmuk. They’re adults, just like Valdik was – IS. You spend all your energy worrying about everyone around you, you’ll wear yourself out, and then you won’t be any good to yourself or anyone else.

”I’ll catch up with you later, hon,” he said quietly. He sadly lifted her feet away from his lap, gave her a quick kiss on the mouth, then moved to the door and quietly opened it a crack to keep an eye out for whatever Sandramine was leading Liana to.

 

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When Sandraminae mentioned Vyeggar's disturbed dreams, that made her curious, but that just went onto the pile of the twenty five other things she was curious about and felt she had to someday investigate.

Liana had no notion yet of whether matters went well or poorly with Kara and Damien with Rennux. Had they escaped the night unscathed, or not? (She imagined that they had seen enough of Tilly's fury to not cross her.)

She caught sense of Sandraminae's urgency and caution in dealing with Rennux. She did not know what Sandraminae was curious about specifically: would the woman abscond with something, mind control someone, escape in the night all bloodstained? Liana had no particular expectations, yet for some reason Tilly's right hand woman wanted backup. So, Liane went: casual-like, but with a crossbow looped over her shoulder that could unleash fiery destruction if something terrible happened.

Yet the conversation was calm, if containing subdued implications and innuendos. She gently touched Sandraminae's hand -- annoyance on the halfling's face as Sandraminae was denying her choice or opportunites. A pastel rune crawled spider-like from her hand onto the elf's. (Sandraminae's perceptions and abilities to sense motives increased by a phenomenal degree for a few moments. If there was something of Rennux she needed to discern, perhaps she would.)

"I hope you are not disappointed. It is a tragedy I did not know your skill, and you could not indulge yourself in my beauty."

Liana bowed, flattered and gracious. "Say not that it is tragic, only that the best fruit takes time to ripen. Other opportunities may arise. "




 


 


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