Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180121050227

(S9/Elfs) "That's good news.  That's very good news.  I really don't mind the cost, as long as it's permanent." Eothred gives a short sigh of contentment and takes a long dram of his drink. Things were looking better and better, and his mood was lifting accordingly. For once, he had nothing to worry about. Between that and the ale, his mind began to relax, and his eyes wandered their way to Evylyn's bouncing bust.

He feels his heart surge. How long had it been? Not too long, he remembered, but being with a girl you liked and being with a girl you paid for were two different things. The former was simply a distant memory, and between the ale and her low-cut dress, his thoughts turned toward other things. Still, he continued on as if nothing were different.

"I didn't know about the particulars of the Magic Weapons you use, honestly. I was wondering if they---"

Suddenly, a ruckus erupts from the front of the tavern. A group bursts in through the entry doors, and a great number of the taverngoers cheer at the arrival.

It's the seven Orcs Eothred defeated in the first round.

They raise their arms and cheer with the reception, happy as can be. They work the crowd, flirting and rubbing up against people as they begin to look around.

"There!" One of them says, grinning and pointing to the Elves and Eothred.

"Oh, bugger..." he says, his eyes getting big as he lowers his tankard.

The Orcs giggle and murmir to each other as they make their way towards the trio. Rotha, the High Orc, pushes the others aside as they reach the table. She's no longer in her leather armor, but that only serves to show off more of her smooth, dark skin and choseled physique.

"Well, well! If it ain't our cutie in shining armor!  I'm glad to see you ditched your day wear," she says in a lilting voice. She looks down to Evyanne and Evylyn, her mouth splitting into a sadistic grin as she leans forward, almost double onto the table. She props herself up with her elbows, her cleavage practically pouring out.

"And whatcha got here? Two lost, little Elvies, wandered too far from the woods, gotta get theyselves some guy that don't wanna pay to play?  Hee hee hee." She reaches over and takes a fingerful of Evylyn's hair, twirling it between her fingers mockingly.