Wormhold IC

[Lalicore]

The rain hammered down, drenching the already sodden city streets, being whipped into every nook and cranny by the howling wind. In other words, it was an average afternoon in Wormhold. Despite the miserable conditions, many still roamed the streets, most with nefarious purposes in mind. The sounds of shouting and the clanging of swords rang out, attracting the attention of everyone within a few city blocks. There, in the square, a mob of infuriated figures moved erratically and furiously, slashing, hacking, and stabbing at each other, aiming to kill.

Suddenly, a small explosion blasted the battling figures apart, leaving them all scorched, and even a few dead. A tall figure stood on the balcony overlooking the square, his bright red eye glowing ominously. "Well, well, ladies and gentlemen... It seems a few of you have taken it upon yourselves to interrupt my afternoon nap." He purred, his voice like poison-laced silk. He leaned against the railing of the balcony, dragging his fingers down his goatee and contemplating the situation. "Well, my dears, explain yourselves. What came over you to make such a dreadful racket? Hm? Did someone steel your sweetroll?" He asked, sarcasm practically dripping off his bladed tongue.

One of the scorched crowd managed to get to his feet, and the impetuous look on his face made the watching crowd shiver in anticipation. "No, Sire. We were merely having an argument concerning your sexuality. You see, these fine fellows were under the impression you were queer. I told them that it's impossible to be queer if you have a vagina." He said, or rather, began to say, before a fireball melted the top half of his body into a pile of sickly-sweet smelling mush.

The flame spewing man raised an eyebrow at the rest, who scampered away as quickly as their charred bodies would allow. He turned and walked back inside, tossing his black robe aside, leaving him clad in only a pair of comfortably worn trousers.

"Kit! Kit, where are you? I could use your... ehmm.... assistance!" He called, looking around the small room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her red fur peeking out from somewhere.

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Across the city, a single enormous building emanates enough sound for an entire city block. Emblazoned hugely across it's eastern wall is the image of a royal looking woman, wearing a crown- and otherwise nude. Though there are no actual signs, it's quite obvious this building is the DeClothed Queen's.

Inside, the building is dimly lit and pervaded by the musky, icky-sweet smell of sex. Writhing forms roll around together as often in the middle of the room as they do in the private areas. On the stage, skimpily clad men and women practically make love to poles of polished metal that run from the ceiling to the floor, and money is practically thrown at them. (though not literally of course, as gold coins tend to sting)

In the upper areas, a rather intimidatingly demonic-looking woman lounges in a cushy black throne, her leg thrown over one arm, her head leaning slightly against the other, a half empty bottle of Worm's Rum dangling loosely out of her hand. A look of deepest, drunken contentment on her face. Suddenly, a black-purple flame roars to life in the middle of the private room she was resting in, and a tall, frightening, and altogether rather sexy demoness stepped out of nonexistence. The woman on the throne, Marek, merely inclined her head. "Lady Malice. I was expecting you. What new orders have you today?" She asked, her tone impetuous- almost bored.

The Fell Queen smiled, as if pleased by this behavior, and snapped her fingers, causing a rolled up scroll to poof into existence in her palm. "A list of targets and conversions, marked as such. Also, there's been a spot of bother with one of your subordinates... The belligerent fool, Brutus. He's been killing my other dedicants. Rectify this behavior for me, Darling, and I shall reward you." The dark mistress said, all in one very long breath.

At this, Marek sat up and rubbed her crotch lightly, biting her lip and remember the last reward the Mistress had given her. "It will be as you say, My Dark Lady, sooner than soon! Yes yes." She said, practically stumbling over herself in order to bow, even as her mistress was already disappearing.

[BlueLight]

Asher sat at the bar drinking the last bits of her ale.
"Another" she said putting some coin on the table.
She sat there with her sword on her back still making for a odd sight.

She came to this wretched town looking for that demon of men and his dark knight. While the the rumor sounded believable she didn't trust them. but the sad fact was that she was more likely to find him by following them blindly looking for the monster.

She was a warrior of the Raven queen. A neutral god who controlled where your most mortal souls went in the after life.

[RavenLord]

Valdios entered the pitifull place whom its inhabitants called a town. He was filled with disgust. He thought about calling his knights and burning it to ground for a second but decided that this town was unworthy to be destroyed by his knight. Still he had to came here as they needed some maps of the region. Valdios sighed. Everywhere around him people froze in fear or pissed themselves. Some even ran away shouting "DAEMON İS HERE!!! DAEMON HAS COME TO DEVOUR US!!" Valdios rode his mount through the main street, not knowing that there was a familiar face, drinking in a nearby tavern.

[kitsune106]

Kit looked up from her desk, the red furred vixen looking up.
"Almost done, master. I think I found a way to get around that tax that you have to pay..."
she says with a smile. "I found an obscure law that we can use to get around it."
she chuckles, then turns serious.
"So, what were the bangs about? How much do we owe the city now?"

[Reapergod36]

Reaper remained on the rooftop of a high building. Looking down glaring constantly in the rain. He waited for something to arrive, right on time.

[Saliar]

Sal walked around the busy streets, looking for easy prey to steal from.

[BlueLight]

(I am completely and utterly forgoing the turn order to make a completely useless post.)
*Slam!*
"Another bar keep" he said as she just finished her second mug of ale for the night.

[RavenLord]

Valdios was annoyed by the rain and the crowd. İt seemed their curiousity over came their fear as townsfolk stepped forward to take a closer look at the İnfamous Crimson Knight. They were annoying. Valdios barely restrained his anger.

[mrfallout]

Damon sits in The DeClothed Queen's and takes a shot of cheap whiskey. Everyone ignores him, which he prefers, he really doesn't feel like having to kill another pickpocket today.

[kitsune106]

A black fox approaches Reaper.
"Sir Reaper... you had called for me? I assume you have already paid the manager?" she asks.

[Reapergod36]

A black fox approaches Reaper.
"Sir Reaper... you had called for me? I assume you have already paid the manager?" she asks.

"Yeah." Reaper replies in a emotionless tone. Still glaring off into the rain.

[kitsune106]

she nods.
"Then.. how did you want me?" she asks, her voice full of sensuality, and reeking of barely contained lust and desire.

[Reapergod36]

she nods.
"Then.. how did you want me?" she asks, her voice full of sensuality, and reeking of barely contained lust and desire.

"I want to talk honestly.. I just paid your manager and told him why I wanted you. So he would let you go." (obviously he told him he wanted sex)

[kitsune106]

She nods, and looks around.
"Did you want anything then?" she asks. "Wine or something to eat?"

[Reapergod36]

She nods, and looks around.
"Did you want anything then?" she asks. "Wine or something to eat?"

Reaper "Do you have it with you?" He asks thinking it strange she brought wine and food.

[kitsune106]

she chuckles.
"Of course not. I'd have to go get it. You know they want the food and wine controlled... too many people around for accidents to happen."

[Reapergod36]

she chuckles.
"Of course not. I'd have to go get it. You know they want the food and wine controlled... too many people around for accidents to happen."

Reaper sighs, "I wouldn't take it anyway. And of course they want it controlled, they want everything controlled. That's why you try to control me.."

[kitsune106]

she blnks. "I control you.. no sir... I am but a sex slave.. i could never control you. "

[Reapergod36]

she blnks. "I control you.. no sir... I am but a sex slave.. i could never control you. "

Reaper "Tik, I know you. I've seen you do your job. Don't play games with me..." he seems only slightly aggravated.

[kitsune106]

she blinks. "What talking about.. I only sex slave." she protests.