IC: A Fallen Empire

[Median TalusThrone]

[align=justify:a25836d733]Median had stumbled his way out of the throne room, the castle and onto his gallant stallion fully dressed in all its armor and glory. The guards refused to allow him to drink and drive, but he pushed them away with a gauntlet fist and told them where they can stick their good advice. It didn’t take him long to get to the tavern, dismounting and pushing his way into the tavern through the crowds of drunks and sluts. Thumping his fist down at the bar and ordering a dozen ales for starters, finding a table full of drunken villains, pushing them all off and instructing where they can go and where they can stick their poker cards while throwing the cards up into the air ”Want to play a game of pick up 64?” then laughing as the cards hit the dirty floor. Pulling a slut onto his lap while guzzling the ales down one by one with barely a breath. Tonight he was going to get rotten drunk, screw a few barflies then crawl home and make everyone’s life a misery with his off key crude songs about varginnie’s and vagina’s. He knew how Raven loved them.

Chugging down ale, feeling the big bouncy tits of the wench before spinning her around on his lap and doing a tongue lap dance over those hard boiled nipples of hers. Hand tearing at the dress to expose them fully to the occupants who were too busy enjoying their own spoils than to worry about this busty whore slapping him in the face with her huge knockers. Median loved how she cooed when his tongue licked over them roughly, moving her lips to his ear asking to be taken outside and fucked hard against the tavern in the coolness of night. The offer was very tempting but not right at this minute, he wanted to get really drunk before tackling that oyster and snapper. Median would be the first to admit he was not fussy where pussy was concerned, a pussy was a pussy some just tasted and looked better than others. That was the only difference. He was rather enjoying it when some information to his ears caused him to push the bitch of his lap and move to the table where the information had come from.

Grabbing one fellow by the scruff of his tunic, lifting him up from the chair so that not even his feet touched the floor. ”Kalicity is dead? When the fuck did this happen?” Median laughed a boisterous laugh, it had been the best fucking news he had heard all day, and he wanted to know who to congratulate. The fellow stuttered ”I I I I don’t know, just heard it today. The city of Eden was burnt to the ground and the Queen of Eden, Kalicity was tortured and brutally slaughtered with her children.” Shivering and pissing himself in the process of speaking. Median’s gaze shifted back to the whore for a second and then back to the fellow while lifting him up higher and moving him closer to Median’s face ”I asked who fuckhead!”. Again the man stuttered and stammered and Median had to fight himself to not crush the idiots skull in impatience. ”I I I I I I s s s s s some woman n n n n n n n n Tire”

Median blinked, slowly lowering the man to his feet before pulling his sword out and beheading him right where he stood. ”Who the fuck is Tire?” he yelled out for them all to hear. It was then that some small crooked little hooded figure tugged at his arm causing Median to look down and shrivel his face up in disgust at the diseased hand grabbing him. The hideous beast must have a disease of some sort, boils oozing green puss and black blood. ”A A A Atra!!!” the name uttered in a ghoulish gasp, dark and evil to the ears. Even it caused Median to shudder slightly at the decayed sound of that name spoken. It had been numerous times Median had heard it, by many but never like this. Before Median could see where the fucker run off to, it was gone. ”FUCK!” Median exclaimed before going back to his table, grabbing his whore and ravishing her in ways he never had before to a woman while thinking of what he heard and the names mentioned.

Drinking through most of the night then taking the bitch right there over the table leaving her primed and spread for any other degenerate to blow his load. Staggering out into the dim darkness just as the sun became to rise over the mountains. After sobered up he was going to ride over those mountains into the city of Ayenee and then onto Eden and see for himself this Atra or Tire whatever the fuck she wanted to call herself and see for himself what the fuss was all over. [/align:a25836d733]

[Endara]

Eloquently she walked into the tavern. A guile of blackness following in her slow and pensive gait, eyes glistening in the dim light with a glance of false benevolence while glancing over the drunken occupants with a sly and mischievous glimmer. Even then she was thinking within the darkness of her mind just who would be the ideal victim in her twisted little game of turning allies against allies all for the name of blood, and in the name of her beloved Goddess Atra’Lamia. It had been forever that she had returned to the valleys and cities of Ayenee. How she remembered the old days when the ground and skies were stained with blood and everyone whispered her name as if it was a taboo to speak it aloud so the shadows did not hear. Those were the days to remember, not these forgotten days left solely to the barren wombs of empty Gods and Goddesses where she once worshipped.

Their names were no longer of any importance, Kalicity and Colvin were but fallen to the ashes of the towers where they ruled. Left to the waste of war and lies where they both deserved to belong, lost and no longer anything but a stain on the memory. Not that they were even that to this priestess of darkness who could tell the truth from the lies and who now sought the one true Goddess who possibly could bring light on the subject and tell her the truth. She knew Kalicity would never utter the truth, her ignorance and arrogance always got in the way along her sense of false pride and exaggerated ego. Moving to the bar in her leisured motion, leaning slightly over the bar to inspire attention with her cool charms. A stout man, approximately in his late thirties approached her ”What can I do you for?”

Blinking once in the manner shown to her, slightly thrown offside since most at least address a lady with some ounce of respect and less slang. Rosy cheeks lifting as dark lips twisted into a calculating smile, voice sweet as nectar in her reply ”A glass of your finest red wine, would do me quite nicely!” Nodding as he waddled off behind the bar into a separate room, she gathered was either the cellar or the stock room. It was only safe to assume one or the other. Producing in her hand a single shining red ruby, pinching it between her fingers while her eyes examined the richness and color to its center. It would fetch a pretty penny and would be more than adequate for payment. One thing was, that when she left the Temple of Darkness and Gaia she did not leave empty handed.

Keeping the smile on her lips as the tender returned with a black bottle corked displaying the label of one of Eden’s finest orchards. A fruity shiraz, to sweeten her disposition would suit the drop quite nicely though she had to cough at the condition of the dirty glass he shoved towards her with a grunt. ”That be a gold coin, thank ye lass!” Blinking again at the term “lass” one she certainly had no fondness of. Pushing the ruby across the bar while happily chirping ”I am sure this covers the wine at least three times over. Though I have one request. Another glass and one without your grubby paw prints all over it, thanking you kindly” Nodding again, though this time a nod with more snooty attitude.

Grumbling, he fetched her request. A glass much cleaner and more suited to a lady of her stature. Grasping the glass in her right between elegant fingers and the bottle wrapped safely in the crevice of her hand and palm turned to find herself a table. Much to her dismay there wasn’t any empty, most were full of celebrating soldiers drunk and fondling the less ladylike women with tongues and meaty hands. Shuddering to herself, only finding one table with only two attending it. Another man and a hot, breathing dragon of a woman that obviously the man was too drunk to see or either did not care. Moving to the far end of the table, not even bothering to ask. Placing the bottle and glass down on the table while her other hand lifted the hem of her cloak and wiped away the dirt and dust before seating herself.

[Median TalusThrone]

[align=justify:bb9f83d879]Median looked over at the woman with a hard, stern glare before shaking his head and returning to ravage the woman sitting on his knee before pushing her violently off and moving seats to be closer. Hand dragging the large pilcher of ale over with him making a loud metallic clinking sound upon the wooden surface. Elbows resting on the table before flicking at the woman's cloak hood "Hello, any one in there or is it some creepy bitch who then is best to remain there!" He hated talking to people who wanted to keep all cloaked up and mysterious, why have all that mystery when getting down and dirty, naked between the sheets was far more fun than having to guess.

Other hand lifting up the mug only to take another swig of ale as it trickled past the sides and dibbled down his chin only to puddle on the table as other hand wiped it away. A cheesy grin beaming at the lady who sat before him all fone up like some kinky nun or priestess of some sort. He knew how those priestesses truly were, usually mad in the sack and willing to do all kinds of kinky shit just to get off. Median didn't care that the woman he was nibbling and fondling on still had not found her way up of the floor and sat there boobs hanging out with a stressed look on her face. He was not the type of man who cared for a woman or had considerations for a woman, they were there for one thing and that one thing only.

While waiting for a reply to his blunt disrespect he signalled to one of the bar wenched to bring another ale over while he studied what the woman was drinking. He could not help himself but make a rude gesture at it with his hand down and pinky finger sticking up in the air "Oooooooo kinda posh, aren't we? Well tell me. What is a posh bitch like yourself doing it slumming with us riffraff?"[/align:bb9f83d879]

[Endara]

[align=justify:900822d8ce]She yawned at the presence of the man, smelly with stale beer, sweat and who knew what else. If anything the scent reminded her of swine in their pens fighting over the slops and bodily excretions. Dark eyes shifting beneath the hood of velvet darkness to offer what little recognition she was prepared to express or show this uncouth man with the table manners of a goat. Taking a small sip of her wine then fanning her hand in his direction instigating that he should run off and play with the vermin scattering about the floor beneath the table. There was no point in lowering herself to commune with such a beast, let a lone a man who obviously was nothing more than common trash.

Turning her head in the opposite direction to where he sat. Would she bother to respond to his queries and statements before she had even entered. There was plenty to be said in regards to the one known as Atra'Lamia and the fall of the Eden Empire under the rule of that fool Kalicity. She reflected back to the times when all the men of Eden fell at the feet of weakness simply because it had placed herself on a throne she had no right to rule. Funny enough they begged and bowed to a false Queen but to a false Goddess as well was just as funny if not totally comical. Still, she was only an attendant to the Temples and had no loyalty to the Queen or Priestess of Eden.

To her they were only a means to an end, something that kept food in her stomach and shelter over head and in return she kept their temples and offered menial sacrifices. Maybe to offer this brute insight would only further the word that Kalicity was now dead and her pantheon of jokes along with her. A blessing in disguise for all those who had moved on with their lives under a city of disrule and chaos- the days of old and how things had been intended from the birth of Eden to its exile from the Children of Seth. This man was only another fool to toy with, amuse herself with while waiting for someone with the brains to offer challenge and a wage she would find hard to refuse.

"No one is beneath this cloak of darkness, only a serpent waiting to strike you down with the poisons you find endearing." A snide laugh emerging from the darkness of her garb before speaking further, her head refraining from looking at him. Showing no signs of respect or will to converse with him save for her own lack of entertainment. "I slum it. As you refer to it because nothing amuses me more than watching village idiots such as yourself making even bigger fools of themselves. The posh are too conservative in their approach to conversation and do come across as a bit of a bore than amusing. Wouldn't you say?" She did not bother to give him time to reply before continuing. "As for Eden? Kalicity is dead, Eden is no longer subject to that low dog and her cowarding brats. This is a time for celebration"

Her comment was more of a statement, since it seemed plenty here were celebrating the bitches demise, and surely he was drinking enough of his fill to drown the entire city. [/align:900822d8ce][/size]

[Lydia de Nyx]

[align=center]..."That strange old creature inside of me, trying to claw its way out"...[/align]

Perhaps too, that it had not been by chance that another presence darkened the hues of indigo gloaming and the cool miasma of chilly air. It had been long that she did not grace these mortal shores with a cruel beauty none could deny, save for those whom had no need for animalistic pleasures such as lust and seduction. However… it was creatures like Lydia who rose from the darkness, only to grace these lands with those exact treasures of emotion, virtue and vice- to rise with temptation only to take back to the darkness those screaming souls… captured in the captivation of such tormented beauties; though all paled in comparison to this coquettish mistress of the night. Nothing that civilization was anything more than what she had already seen a thousand times before… it was all too languid now to enjoy such simple pleasures as moonlight and glittering stars.

With a lure of disruption, a calming terror that beauty brings forth from the shadows of the most common myth- perpetuated and habituated by man. There was no need to rise from the tide of the swooping darkness as it blanketed the land in its cold silence. A creature of these elements should not have to rise either from earth or crypt like a dirty secret waiting to be scratched out from beneath the surface of societies crust. Like a tick burrowing beneath the skin of a giant. To bleed every sin out only to imbibe it with her ravenous tongue... even though the fetish of it was promised. Upon the rim of the crystalline glass where a single satirical fingernail traced the burnished images casting reflections upon the surface.

There Lydia sat, a slender leg crossing the other- exposing just enough of her translucent flesh, adding to the mystery of her status- or familiarity to these lands. Her gaze lost in the opalesque furls of her own hair. There she sat, regally poised aesthetically in an open space of the tavern filled with acrid scents and senses that were anything but natural. Stale alcohol, sweat and cheap perfumes- such unnatural smells were the easiest to find in the wilderness. Both within and without walls; that it made her stomach lurch and crawl as she tried to look away- look outside of this strange humanoid little world, and see something beyond the stone and glass, devils and dust… to find one, something familiar to all of creation.

It was then that she heard a voice, one husky and deep with intoxication ”How are you this evening?” Lydia did not need to face to know already on his face an artificial smile was planted; a mask of attraction, infatuation or compassion. Perhaps set to hide or over-ride the infection of indifference to anything that fell outside of those imaginary lines that humanity placed between themselves. She could, however, smell something from deeper below the masks which made her smile- only in that those reactions for which he had no control were, indeed, wholly common to all creatures. "It doesn't really matter, now does it," her head cocked to the side... ivory hair parted in a fashion that they might, for the first time, actually see eye to eye. "Little matter to how I may feel, you will try to fix it I suspect"...

Her words dripped with cynic amusement and sarcasm; even if those venoms were coveted behind the mellifluous sensuality of those dulcet timbres. Honeyed, even angelic in lilt- before he managed to discover a retort in that copious empty skull where usually for most a brain actually sat. With this one, Lydia had many doubts. ”I reckon… that I could scratch all your itches, sweet one.” A wink demonstrated while his wondering eyes danced over her svelte frame, lingering over those feminine curves idyllic of Aphrodite. How ludicrous could one morsel of flesh be, jumping from one extreme to another and deserved only the response Lydia deemed worthy of his comical performance—she laughed darkly, tossing her head back and staring up at the marks that had been left by moisture.

He must have been surprised at the fast riposte of her reaction, she must have wounded the beasts pride for no sooner had the laugh echoed through the tavern his first had furled and headed straight towards her right cheek. This was what entertained Lydia the most in mortal’s wounded prides, already he was at a disadvantage… inflicted with the effects of a strong days worth of drinking; clumsy and off balance. The other was the fact; he had greatly underestimated his chosen victim for the evening. He was no hunter; in fact he was fast on his way to becoming the prey… for he was not as quick as what he had wished. No sooner had the strike instigated its flow of motion.

Lydia waited just at the precise moment his fist would be only but breath of air- the palm of her right hand instantly coming up to encompass his first with the palm of her hand. Elongated fingernails smothering over his clenched fist; fingers of knives perforated deeply into the tight flesh of his beefy hand that had been so hungry with eagerness to strike her. Skin to splitting, crimson ribbons trickling over his olive complexion and stunned amazement where he cringed in agony. Doubling over as he was forced to stoop down to the level where her eyes would be the directive in proving her point- no man had yet the skill to strike her, and it certainly would not be this cretin trying to find him a cheap fancy for the night.

The smirk conversing over her opulent rubicund apertures were both devious and infectious~ ”Silly man!” Lydia mocked ”"You have only seen the first shore, and already it leaves you weak and tired; a longing for some another place that you know must be very far away from here. One that you shall never reach, an eternity you shall never know!!” She said as she arched her back and forced him down upon his knees by the painful grasp of her assault. The air from her lungs blowing hot over his creeping canvas trembling with a fear it had never experienced… until now. ” "I can take this away from you... but, what would you ever give me in exchange for such a... gift?"

His subservient begging was all the body language she required to perceive, Lydia did not need or desire his words- for that was all words were; empty souls and poetry. He wanted the pain to be vanquished… but one should always be dubious of what they wish for… no sooner had his eyes pleaded for mercy, her left hand had delved beneath the matricide of silvery silk. In the tourniquet of mesh to the hilt of her ‘Shadow Dagger’; producing it out and in the same motion of retrieval an angular slash was directed against the surface of his throat. Splitting his Adam’s Apple like a peach left in the summer sun. He wanted that pain gone… and now he had been given what he craved most… liberation.

Right hand releasing the slumping arch of his limb, as his body melted to the hardness of the dirty floor beneath her stiletto crowned feet, submissive like any slave or puppet should be. Smoldering indigo flambeaus glancing over the patrons who may have witnessed the events of her favorite hobby; a playful, yet also cruel, sort of expression made her face seem to be the most seductive of all evils. Coy with a hint of feigned innocence glinting in the devilish pits of those persuasive orbs as lips pursed to speak to those still watching her and the body now lifeless. ” Now-now, do not think ill of me.”

A chuckle escaping past those pursed lips designed for death… a brief glance over in the direction of the one sipping his drink at the bar- one that did not seem to fit the usual scenery of this local haunt. Attentions returning to her empty glass…


[align=center]"Before these memories die, fluttering in between-- redemption, and some place deeper than tomorrow"[/align]

[Median TalusThrone]

Had Median stumbled into paradise and was too drunk to notice? He had been caught in the wonderful attention of the lass sitting on his knee, too easy for the challenge and it was a challenge he wanted. Pushing her rudely off his lap then rising from the seat and walking in a staggered pace towards Ms.Posh Pants. Kicking a chair out from the opposite side to her then pushing himself down into the chair with a bored grunt as the goblet being drunk from clamored against the table surface. Resting his chin on his hands while staring at the youthful woman with a humorous expression on his stubble worn face ”To me everything is dull unless it involves killing. Posh or low bred means nothing to me because they all die and rot the same, even you Ms.Sweet Pants and with an attitude like that it will probably come sooner than later”

This lass amused him, he was not sure in what manner she amused him but it could be her frilly attire, the way her painted face glowed in the torchlight that made her look like a clown, the ludicrous way she spoke with a false accent and education or even the way she sipped her glass of wine like a deliberate barfly who had nothing better to do than raise her voice and act important. ”You speak of Kalicity as if you know her? Maybe you should keep that dirty secret to yourself, I hear there is a handsome award out on the heads of those who liked sticking their heads between the flabby thighs of the trollop. I can not for the life of me see the attraction of sucking tadpoles through a straw while some fat bitch moans like a bullfrog. Kalicity Darkbane is a fucking clown!” A boisterous grin emerged across his parched lips as he took a long swig of his ale. He did not care if he was rude or offended the woman because she looked like she could take it, unless she was just a little girl trying to play grown ups.

He had drunken enough to sink the city, he fully intended to drink some more. Why not drown the entire fucking countryside in a wave of booze and bitches, every other man was following the same idea and it was a mans privilege to drink as much booze he wanted and to fuck as many bitches as he wanted. Median didn’t need some cocky Ms.Toffee Cunt telling him how much to drink let alone hint towards it.  â€You have an issue with a man drinking his fill?” A dark eyebrow raising as he leaned across the table getting right in her face ”Who the fuck are you? My wife?” The tavern went silent for a second before bursting out into fits of drunken laughter, other men looking over with callous intent in the eyes at the woman who should have kept her values to herself.

The woman was drinking too, by the look of it slamming that cheap wine down fetch only to have it blown in her face. Feisty, maybe she just wanted a good old fashioned fuck but was too polite to ask for it. All the broods here wanted was cock, why be shy about it the body language alone was enough to signal Median that she was ready to go or ready to blow, he didn’t care whichever it was only that she shut her mouth while doing it. Another woman caught his eye on entering the tavern with nose in the air and blonde hair bobbing about her lavish boobs. That was all his eyes were interested in, knockers, jugs, chesticles. Damn and this wenches boobs were enough to make any man drool, giving the woman a hard slap on the ass as she walked past then a quick wink before turning back to the one he just sat down in front of. ”How about a threesome aye honey?”

[Endara]

My this clown was full of himself, maybe he was one of Kalicity’s men under the guise of someone horrid and verbal? Would not be the first or last time that someone like that didn’t try to hide in the crowd by running his mouth off about it. Endara yawned softly, eyes rolling mockingly to his speech, the way he tried to sound convincing but came across more annoying than anything else because of the booze he was swallowing. Endara eyed the chair as he kicked it out from under the table then seating himself before her like she should be happy his presence was there not to mention glad for the company.

”Yes, that may be very much well true, but, I have seen many a soldier fall because he had no clue how to differ between the butter knife in his pants and the sword he held in his hands. As for my mannerism to rend me towards an early grave, then so be it. That will be my twist of fate, however, I doubt you have what it takes to bring that peace to my existence.” Again rolling her eyes before taking a sip of her own wine and gently placing the goblet on the table before her. Her ears did not bother with hearing the sounds and foul words spoken by even more drunkards than this one, she had no use for banter and gossip.

”You speak of Kalicity Darkbane with a hidden fondness, disgust can be misunderstood for adoration. Maybe you  should more viler words and use them correctly than prattle off a whole heap and make yourself look foolish. Did you even know the fake Queen and Goddess? Tell me this.” Waiting for a moment before leaning across the table, resting her body against the frame of her arms then looking him straight in the eye. ”She claimed to have killed many, yet I know of at least 10 who disagree and are very much alive, just caught up in their own affairs. One of them happened to be my lover and he refused her snakefish charms. In his refusal she made a very clumsy attack, only wounded him and yet she still claims his death like that fake crown she thinks is on her head.”

Leaning back slightly, moving her head a little closer ”I know her claims of being abandoned by Darkbane is all a lie. My lover was in that clan, one she claims she had a child to. Kalicity Darkbane was never Queen of Darkbane, she only seduced the Warlord in giving her the throne. Sitting on a throne does not make you Queen, it is the declaration of those before you who grant you the power to be so. The clan did not want her, she was a weak commodity, sifting through the slime of corpses they left to make a name for herself out of lies and artificial claims to fame. Like a leech she latches on to any with power within that clan, feeding of their reputation until they are left as nothing more than a joke. Take Colvin for example.”

Finger curling around a long golden stream of auburn and blonde, tucking it back underneath the cloak she wore. ”None of the clan wanted her, they exiled her and she continued on with this rubbish about sent assassins, that she just happened to kill or claims they ran away. No assassins were never sent because Kalicity was not that important enough to waste the energy and resources on. Then she claimed that she killed the son of Atra’Lamia, threw his head at her feet and stated to more than quite a few, that Atra’Lamia got down on her knees and begged for her to take her life.” A loud laugh escaped past her lips, the sound mocking the claims and the idiocy behind them. ”I know Atra’Lamia and she would never do such a thing, especially before a worm like Kalicity Darkbane for I served my time in Darkbane quite well.”

Moving back against the chair to an upright seated position, head cocking to the side as she remained staring at this image of a man before her ”I KNOW because I was there, in Eden. Having to forever listen to Kalicity bitch and whine about all the wrong doings done to her, that were all in that pea sized mind of hers. Believing her own lies and forcing them on others who had even smaller minds, not able to think for themselves to see just how stupid they all really were. Claiming to be Gods and other unspeakable things.” Taking another sip of her drink before noticing another woman walking into the tavern who caught the eye of this loud mouthed drunk.

”I care not how much you drink. That you drink yourself into an early grave. Drink up, indulge by all means but here is a tiny hint for you. Try shutting your mouth with rot threatens to dribble from it like custard from the mouth of the mentally impaired. Speak not of things you know nothing about and take care with that name you speak, most of the Eden residents have no care for it and will remove your tongue just as quickly as you spoke it. Poison is a favourite in this city, so do not say you were not warned.” Endara smiled sparingly, whether he heard her words or not it didn’t matter, he would soon learn it far quicker than later.

[Lydia de Nyx]

[align=justify:06cbdb2473]Lydia paid no attention to the eyes watching her walk into the light of the tavern, none seemed interesting enough to catch her eye. It was just another tavern, in another fallen city. Just like every other tavern and fallen city she had passed through. Sitting there with a dead man at her feet did not appear odd to anyone in the tavern so she continued with her drink. Enjoying it to the very last drop. Lydia listened to all the conversations spoken around the tavern, none interesting except for the mention of Kalicity. A name she had only heard in the Kingdom of Eden through passing gossip and rumors. Moving from her seat she walked over to the table where a man and woman sat, obviously not friends and not enemies either. “May I join you both?” Taking no patience in waiting for a reply, she sat to the left of the woman, a kind of in between both of them to join in the conversation.

“I know something of Kalicity. Not much, just a little.” Giving a pause before she spoke on, not giving them a chance to tell her to take it some place else or get lost. She knew it was not polite of her to continue and jump into their conversation but Lydia was not a woman of manners and did not pretend otherwise. “I heard of her beyond the city walls, where the palace is. A servant, attendant of slave I believe. I heard she did make false claims and ran into hiding because the person she spoke about heard of it and sent a warlord to challenge her. A fight. But she refused and since then went into hiding.” Lydia’s head cocked to the side to see if they had heard the same in their travels and gossip. What she did know was that not many held a lot of love for the liar, except for her God lover, some spirit with an ego.

“I have never met this Kalicity and I cannot say that I ever would, but if she is indeed dead. I guess we all have something to celebrate?” Dark eyes looking around the tavern, making sure that any within hearing range heard her statement. If they were all happy of this whelp’s demise then why were they not partying with more boast and cheer? Her mood certainly was obvious to rejoice, there was no reason why she should drink alone. One of the last Eden spies was bleeding all over the floor, the rest had fled the city (those who managed to live). Kalicity’s memory was being burnt out of everyone’s memory along with her bastard weak rats she called children. Standing up and pounding loudly on the table while speaking at the loudest point of her voice. “GENTLEMEN AND LADIES! THE DRINKS ARE ON ME!!” [/align:06cbdb2473]

[Median TalusThrone]

[align=justify:4023a6974e]“GENTLEMEN AND LADIES! THE DRINKS ARE ON ME!!” Had he actually heard right? Free drinks and a lady buying? Well, maybe not a lady but certainly a female person with nice boobs. Median didn't care less, he was not a man to look in the face of charity and spit even if she rambled a bit too much just like the other damsel in his company. Fuck, if they wanted to sit there all night and talk about smelly old whores like Kalicity Akura, he did not care the least so long as they were buying. Hell, he would even consider acting the manwhore to keep the game going. It would not be the first time he had entertained such ideas after all he did sleep with the slapper they both were gasbagging about.

He thought that at gave him the expertise in the area of hanging around seafood markets no other bloke in their sane minds would think of visiting.  Swallowing the last gulp of his ale, the sound echoing loudly to the ears of the women then finally finishing with a loud belch and the wipe of lips with the back of his hand. Patting the woman on the back with a hard motion, then nudging her with his elbow "Rich lass aye? Well why don't you lift your skirts and I'll pay for the drinks with a good old fashioned tongue lashing. What say you?" Right eye winking with crude suggestion, there weren't many women he knew that would knock back such an invitation especially when he flicked the tip of his tongue to the air then wagging it suggestively.

Shit if they were going to get shit faced why bother with the etiquette, having a jolly dirty time against the side of a tavern or over a hay stack was more his style. It was what the women he usually slept with liked the most, fancy free and no holes bared, literally. He made a bet with himself that these two were possibly the dirtiest, girlies who tried to act like ladies were nearly always the biggest sluts to lavish the loins with. Who was Median to deny them a damn good time, after all he knew what he had and how to use it and the women who hung of his arms were the first to admit its truth. He made that old slag Kalicity moan her loudest while he took her from behind and his father had his cock in her mouth.

The bitch was not so prissy then, or even a force to reckon with like she voiced to brag. If only they all knew, the lovers of her dust-ridden womb that it was her who gave him the worst case of the syphilis he had ever had. It took many rubbings Smilax Officinalis (Sarsaparilla) roots on his balls to get rid of the infection not to mention the sores on his cock and rectum and since then his genitals had never quite looked the same. Though he wondered why he got sores on his rectum, probably from the mouth, gloryhole then anal thing she had going on in the barnyard with the goats? Luckily he didn't go down on the rancid oyster of a vaginnie; otherwise he'd probably have the damn sores on his tongue as well. Got to love that sarsaparilla, damn life saver. He always carried a root or two around with him, just in case for a man could never be too sure.

Winking again at the woman buying the drinks and then staring back at the one who liked to hear herself a lot "Damn woman, I could think of a better use for that mouth of yours and one that would not cause me a headache!" Shrugging boyishly before swigging back on another ale. "So you both had a fetish for the old dead nag? Were the three of you in on with a bit of threesome girlie action with the wooden strapons? Because if you were, you may be interested in a little arsaparilla root that I have in my pocket. I suggest you rub in your most sensitive regions first, especially where the sores and herpies are" Patting on the area of his crotch for a moment before laughing to himself and pulling out a small black leather pouch from his pocket. "If you have been near that fishfuckhole cumsucking walrus, you'll be needing it!"

Waving it around in front of their faces, jiggling it and wriggling it beneath their snotty little noses. "I know more about that whore than the both of you put together and I bet so does half of this tavern. I know for a fact quite a few guys one night in the Vampire Tavern bent her over a table and all played stick the pig, the original party onion. Oh, I know she'll never admit its truth but I knew the guys all there, Oracle, Xander, Donovyn and a few others. Saw it with my own eyes. That bitch was never a Queen or Goddess just another dirty whore who managed to crawl out from the shit. Fuck, the way her mother got pregnant in the first place was from the dried up cum stain on a rag and the flies doing the rest!"

Median snorted in mockery, Kalicity had just been a fuck and when she nagged and bitched at him for something more, he told her exactly what she had meant to him. Another fuck, one he would rather not remember. So what if this other clown claiming to be a God gave her children, shit, damn he must be proud parent? Shaking his head while a large smirk ventured over his lips, lightening up the melancholy of his shadowy face with the variation of torchlight and the growing stubble on his chin. It was extremely funny to him how some of the mighty, great and proud actually slept with the creature. He was not so mighty, great or proud and he was dumb enough to stick him pole in the hole and jiggle it around a bit to touch the sides, just to hear some noise. He could have fucked a sheep and got the same effect with less bleating and bitching.

He may have even shocked his two party hostesses a little, twat was scarce these days who could blame a soldier with blue balls for falling into the bucktoothed guillotine for a bit of rumpy pumpy? What a pitty these two weren't around to offer, he would have jumped up them in a flash and not even given Kalicity a reach around. These two were better looking, in better proportion and their breath didn't smell like they had been sucking on nine month old slimy sauerkraut sausages. There is not a thing worse than a female who does not bathe or keep some hygiene about her, Kalicity smelt dead and didn't look a whole lot better, so at least he fucked her in the dark, anything to stop himself throwing up at the deformity of it.

"Damn!" he thought to himself "I did have a point to celebration but now me thinks I shall drink myself into oblivion just to forget about it." Leaning over the table using his elbows for support to stare into the face of the first woman then to the other"What's your name women? Or should I have to call you Dill Pickle and Dingle Weed? or, better still Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dummer?" both names suited them perfectly, it was now up to them if they gave name or got stuck with the joke that was soon to be upon them.[/align:4023a6974e]

[Endara]

Seemed like she was not the only one riding the crazy horse this evening, everyone was getting into the spirits of the jest and drunkenness. Usually Endara would not indulge in such barbaric behavior but since her chosen conversation could hardly be considered as amazing, revolutionary or of revelation. The new stranger to the table was more than happy to buy the drinks, she may as well drink her share of suffer the company sober. The topic was not even that interesting, Kalicity Darkbane the fallen statue of ridicule. His suggestions were way off, in fact they turned her stomach like a pie full of rotten frogs and even those were hard to come by these days, seemed anyone was willing to cook from the sewer platter or dine on the road kill mutilated beneath carriage wheels and hooves.  

Eyes rolled at the words of the Miss and rolled again at his drunken stupidity. What did she have to do to find some intelligent conversation? None was to be found here that was for sure. Drunks delighting themselves in booze and filthy whores who possibly bed down with the swine. Endara did not even care to ask their names, they were probably something common like Maggie and Thomas, whatever the case may have been she was far from anywhere, and would have to resolve herself in becoming one of the common folk in order to gain some semblance of conversation since she had long lost interest in their main topic of ridicule, Kalicity and her bunch of waffling wankers. A gaggle of hand-shandies and feeding the chickens, not that any would understand her attempt at their slang cockney and witless terms of masturbation. It was a failed attempt but the thought amused her, at least.

The man's crude words did nothing for her other than turn her stomach more than what it had already turned. The more he rattled on and on, the sicker she became. Hand grabbing towards a pincher of ale, drinking it down in one mouthful before slamming it down and yelling out to the tender for another. So far the dead body on the ground had been ignored, kicked at by drunk patrons entering and leaving the tavern thinking it was some poor fool who could not handle his lager. Despite the red liquid all over the floor and the lovely shade of purple he was now turning. Perhaps dead bodies were part of the usual hep decor? Warriors marching past the windows, red eyes casually peering in from behind masks of darkness to see if anyone still maintained loyalty to the dead Queen of Eden and the peasant family spawned from between her legs. Endara spat every time this man spoke of name of Kalicity, eventually most of the others caught on and followed in suit, a floor of green, frothy spittle at the feet. She had began a new trend, one that caught on quicker than silver.

Curious eyes noticed a locket around the neck of the man, reaching for it with speedy fingers "I bet you're the type to turn Judas all the while having a picture of the one you betray! I bet it is in there, your precious, darling, Kalicity!" A loud laugh broke past her lips as she drank the ale down in one hearty mouthful, wiping the residue away with her hand then yelling for another. "MORE ALE! I THINK ITS FINALLY STARTING TO WORK! YOU ARE ALL STARTING TO LOOK ATTRACTIVE! WOOHOO!" Giggling before again attempting to reach for the locket, pendant around his neck. This time his attentions were on the other woman while he ranted about threesomes and what he likes to do with livestock. Fingers curling around it, then tugging her hand back brutally to break the chain or the link which held the pendant to the chain. Either way, she was going to see who or what was in there. Perhaps it would be interesting enough to comment on.