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From Oppara with Love Chapter 2

malikjoker | May 11, 2010

The suites of the Devil’s Kiss rivaled the grandiosity of the casino below.  Thick white carpets covered the floor while red bricks in the classic Egorian style made up the walls and the window frames.  Five-foot high paintings of Erinyes and heavily muscled Genii decorated the walls, and a marble fountain was set into the floor.  A waist high pillar stood by the door displaying a wide-mouthed blue and red glass bowl containing nectarines, peaches, and grapes.  A wet bar made from translucent crystal with matching decanters offered an assortment of dark liquors, while a king sized bed dominated the room.  It rested in a large oak frame carved with devils in scandalous and suggestive poses and had blankets made from arctic Linnorm bear fur.  A small partition in the front rear corner of the room modestly hid a brass chamber pot, a wide bathtub, and a shaving mirror.  Gnomish engineering combined with a bound elemental kept the chamber pot and bathtub flowing with water and clean at all times.

The expensive fur blankets lye crumpled in an awkward ball at the foot of the bed while the Chelaxian woman and Purvis Wade rested on top of it, both naked and still damp from the magical bathtub. Wade sat with his legs draped over the side while the woman lay belly down.  He smoked a hand rolled Vudran cigarillo; a luxury uncommon in the Chelaxian lands.  The woman was relaxed and, judging by the way her wiry tiefling tail wagged back and forth, blissful.  Along her spine, previously concealed by her dress, were three sets of jagged bone spurs.  As Wade smoked he slowly ran an ice cube down the tiefling’s back, playfully circling the spurs. (more…)

Spit and Polish Part 2

Curn Bounder | May 2, 2010

Though beached, the ship’s hull remained intact.  Somehow it had avoided the rocks at the bay’s mouth.  Outside the sun beat down on the white sandy beach, but inside the hold, it was totally dark.   Caison slowed his breathing and sat as still as he could in the blackness.  He felt certain he had heard something else moving upon his entrance.  His journey into the hold hadn’t been exactly stealthy.  Inadvertently he had loosed some rigging on the upper deck, causing quite a commotion.  He had then found a couple of loose boards on his way across the lower deck and down the stairs.  Now, he heard nothing. 

Initially the stench of the bilge water, oil, and rot in the hold nearly gagged him, but the longer he lingered the more he became accustomed to it.  He waited, unmoving, silent, listening to the emptiness.  After what seemed like an eternity of quiet darkness, he heard the scurrying of tiny feet.  Confident that no threat awaited him, he rose from his crouching position and withdrew a small torch and tinder twig.  Striking the tinder twig, he touched the resulting flame to the torch.  Dull, orange light bathed the hold.  (more…)