18+ Wrath of the Dragon God

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

Wrath of the Dragon God(18+)​

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The homeland of the dragons, the continent of Akavir, is under Akavarian, mortal, control. Hybrids known as Weredracos have been discovered. Akatosh, the father of all dragons, is furious. He wants his sons returned to their rightful place, and the abominations known as weredracos destroyed. He went to extreme lengths to have the two most well known weredracos, brothers, brought to their knees. He nearly had them dead. Than, the laziness of mortals foiled his plot. They ended up difficult to kill, difficult enough to sentence to exile, rather than waste resources on destroying. On a ship to some place far from Akavir, the two brothers were imprisoned. Akatosh sent one of his servants, a serpentine sea monster the likes of which have never been seen before, to finish the job. The ship, and everone on it, was killed. Except for two brothers. Their luck held out, and they managed to escape with their lives. Set adrift, they eventually fell upon the coasts of an island, Gorne, off the coast of Morrowind. One of the brothers was captured and detained by a mysterious faction known as "The Sons of Auri-El", while the fate of the other is yet undecided...​

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Faction: Glidias​

Members:​

Gidian as Glidias,​

Rextoret as Vitus,
Kenny Lewter as Majir-Dar


Ponder as Arvena, Crusader of Auri-El


The Rogue: Vixen Blackbriar as Lynette
SkyrimFreak as Nimriel,
Cazzer14 as Malik,
Gentleman Adventurer as Myddrin,

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Rules: basic RP rules apply. No godmodding, or any of that nonsense. Good and proper grammar is required, although honest mistakes will be accepted. This will be an 18+ thread, due to the possibility of mature themes being present. This doesn't necessarily mean you have to be 18 years or older to join, just mature enough to handle the content. This will be taking place in the year of the events of ES Skyrim, with no dragonborn. Humanoid races only; ie the ones playable in the game Skyrim.

 

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

Glidias had had enough. Attacked by a sea monster, set adrift for days, only to wash up on shore and be attacked. They'd manage to chain his brother, Brutus, and while most departed to haul him off, the rest gave chase to Glidias. Hadn't they suffered enough? These mysterious "Crusaders" of Auri-El would get what was coming to them. He swore it under his breath as he ran through the brush and wildlife of this island.

Or at least, he assumed it was an island. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. It was land. That was good enough for Glidias. Soaked, and with sand still clinging to him from the beach, he was sprinting through a forest with reckless abandon. The moon was out, along with the stars, but his senses were strong, and never faltered while expertly negotiating the forest. Not that he knew where he was going...

WHOOSH! Glidias ducked, barely evading a crossbow bolt which lodged into a tree in front of him. Perfect. They were gaining on him. Bolts and arrows alike now flew by him in many directions, and following his instincts he was able to evade most of them. If it had been daytime, the better visibility would have surely helped them put a few arrows into him. He continued to put the foliage between him, and his pursuers. His swords and armour, which thankfully he'd recovered from the ship before it went down, along with the rest of his belongings made various jingling and swooshing sounds with each step.

Glidias continued to survey the terrain for an ideal and defensable place to make his stand. None had really stood out to him yet. Glidias abruptly rolled to the left, dodging another arrow, and finished the roll on his feet, barely missing a step as he regained his former pace. Soon he began to actually take in the fact that he was running around giant mushrooms, as well as all manner of oddities he wasn't used to. He didn't have time to dwell on that though. His pursuers were dominating most of his attention, and this was no time for sightseeing.

 

[cazzer14]

Tentacles, loose and free, swayed in the gentle wind. The ambiance of Morrowind's nature was allowed to be itself, there was tranquility, solace, peace. The Netch hovered contently, happy in its existence. The air was calm, all was well with the world, and the Netch, unaware of any world problems, was simply sublime in its enthusiasm of life. Until an arrow pierced its shell. And another, followed by a third. The creature didn't have time to recuperate, or even react, as the blue liquid oozed, squirted and sprayed out of its internal systems, the blue glow faded, and the beast fell, still. The previous peace had all but gone as the Netch's life faded, sensing its ranged predator approaching before mortality finally took over and it passed.

Malik collected his arrows, tugging his projectiles from the hard shell and returning them to his quiver, cleaning them beforehand. Another kill, another day. He sighed from boredom of routine as he proceeded to sample what meat the Netch has on it to return to the nearby town of Gorne to sell. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that... However, an unruly, unusual sound echoed from the distance and reached his vigilant ears. He instantly perked his head, audibly locating the disturbance, the moonlight gleaming off his coffee coloured skin. Another noise. Was it Alits? No, no this sounded like shouting, human shouting. Malik abandoned his pre-planned task and jogged towards the source of the noise, curious more than cautious. As he neared where he had pinpointed the noise, he could see rustling in the vegetation, the dusky, barely lit forest not giving him much visual detail, but he could tell someone was running, with a few more people behind.

He readied his bow, the cautiousness catching up with his curiosity, and prepared to intercept the fleeing target.

 

[Gentleman Adventurer]

Myddrin spat blood onto the ground as the Dunmer captain hit him. "Pirate scum," The elf growled. "I'll teach you to steal from me!" The Nord pirate held up his hands in defeat. "Look, there's no need to get this violent. I'm sure we could-" The Dunmer hit him again, harder than before. "As if I'm dumb enough to trust your type. You must be insane!"

The Nord grinned. "Little bit, yeah." He was hit yet again. "Look," Myddrin said, dodging the elf's next blow. "I was in a really good mood tonight, so I was gonna let you go with a warning. But if you really want to do it the hard way..." He flicked his wrist, and a concealed knife dropped into his hand. "...I'd be happy to oblige." He thrust, and the knife impaled his enemy's hand. The Mer gave a shriek of pain, and Myddrin twisted the knife deeper.

"You really should have left me alone." The Dunmer kicked Myddrin, sending him flying back. The elf pulled the knife from his hand, and drew his sword. "I'm gonna enjoy carving you up, n'wah!" He said with a sneer. Myddrin pulled a dagger from his boot, and charged.

He was able to avoid the elf's first two attacks, with the third just barely hitting him. Shrugging the wound off, the Nord stabbed the Dunmer in the leg, and followed up with a quick slash across the stomach. Finally, he drove his blade straight through the elf's throat.

The pirate glanced down at his clothes, and realized they were covered in blood. "Well, look on the bright side," He said to the Dunmer's corpse. "At least you managed to ruin my outfit." Myddrin headed back to his ship for quick change. After that, he thought, it was time for a trip to the tavern.

 

[Vixen Blackbriar]

The dim light of the docks swayed ahead in the distance, eerily glowing in the dying lights of the small town. There wasn’t much to see, the town sat nestled in the fog as the girl moved from her seated position on the rowboat, edging forward to look out towards the horizon.
“We’re nearly there miss,” a voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned to the desolate looking man. His façade was covered in scars and dirt, his teeth blackened with scurvy and his skin leathery, worn from age. He wasn’t much to look at. She flipped over to face him more readily, turning onto her back seductively as she eyed him.
“Miss is much too formal James,” she spoke. Her voice rang over his name almost as a moan, pulling him towards her as he rowed further closer to the docks. “You can call me Lynette.”
“Oh Miss Lynette,” he started. She rolled her eyes, annoyed by the simple-mindedness of the creature.
He continued to speak not noticing the reaction, but Lynette was about finished with him. She got on all fours, crawling across the aged boat until she came up between his legs, placing a hand on his shoulder, the other, on his face. He stopped his speech, gulping as he took in the radiant beauty before him. Even in the unflattering moonlight, she glowed like the sun. Her golden hair fell around her in ringlets, curled as if by magic. Her lips, large and plump, were a bright pink, opened with a small gape to her perfect teeth as she leaned in closer to the man. He looked over her milky white skin, stopping his advance towards the docks as he reached a dirty hand out, desperately seeking to touch it. She moved the hand from his shoulder, down, down. The man stared into her eyes, yellow like the center of a flame, moving with the same heat and intensity. He didn’t notice her hand continuing it descent, until at last. With a moan, the man began to cough up blood. Mesmerized still, he couldn’t break his gaze as the pain in his stomach continued, convulsing under the sharp jab of Lynette’s knife, keenly pulled from within her sleeve and now firmly sticking within him. He continued to cough and choke as Lynette’s face twisted into a deadly smile, watching as the light of life dissipated from his eyes as they lost focus on the visage. He moaned in distress, not for the pain, but for the loss of vision of Lynette’s beauty. Finally, he collapsed towards her.
“Shhh,” she purred. “It’s all over now.”
She kicked his body into the water, taking the paddles and continuing towards the docks.
The man’s body floated up, a locket with a picture of a homely woman and he embracing falling from his neck and deep into the darkness of the water below.

 

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

Soon enough, Glidias became aware of a lone figure in his path. He immediately began assessing the possilities in his head, what he could do, what this lone figure might do, when another arrow thunked against a nearby tree, breaking his concentration. Confident he could avoid this new stranger's attack, he decided to simply run by him. If he stopped to talk, or engage the newcomer, chances are his pursuers would catch him. As he burst into the small clearing, he immediately took evasive action, jumping with incredible power over the lone bowman, and avoiding arrows from his pursuers. Glidias had put the stranger between him and his pursuers.
"You might want to run!" Glidias called back behind him, loud enough for the stranger to hear. Glidias cursed under his breath, cursing himself for calling out, as now he had to subdue a few coughs from the effort of running, breathing, and yelling at the same time.

 

[cazzer14]

Malik approached the fleeing silhouette, intercepted his run, ready to question the nature of his reason for running so fast and so desperately away from forces unknown, pleasantly enough, but all prepared words dropped out of his mouth as the figure somersaulted clean over the Redguard's head. Bewildered, shocked and outright confused, Malik just watched, awestruck, as his would-be acquaintance faded once again into the moonlight, the finger-like branches of the looming trees embracing the shadow. But then a voice cried out, breaking the silence.

"You might want to run!"

Malik half-heartedly gave a mumbled response under his breath, the words jumbled from bewilderment and affliction of the bizarre events. "Wait, Wha... why?" An sudden twang from an arrow piercing a tree no more than a foot from his eyes gave him all the answers he needed. Malik took a quick glance at his assailants, offended that they attacked him without reason, but that glace told him that he shouldn't try to negotiate terms of ceasefire. These men looked serious, angry and pissed off, and Malik didn't quite feel as diplomatic anymore.

He turned heels and ran in the direction of the man he had tried to converse with, attempting to catch up, panting whilst murmuring "Hey, hey... wait just a minute.. Hey! Dammit.. I know where to go man... c'mon"

 

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

Glidias's keen ears picked up the noise of the man (he'd deduced that much from his brief glimpse, that he was a man) crashing through the foliage behind him. The man cried out for Glidias to wait, but he would do no such thing with those... "Crusaders" so close to catching him. His priority was to find a defensive position to take a stand, or escape.

"...I know where to go man...c'mon!" He heard the man call out.

Glidias sighed inwardly, weighing the risks. He didn't know this land very well, and if he was with them, it was only inevitable for them to catch him. Sliding to a stop, Glidias jumped vertically, grabbing the limb of a tree, and hauled himself up. He sat on the branch, until the man ran by below him. Taking the opportunity of superior positioning to the stranger, Glidias leapt from the branch, which was a few meters off the ground, and landed with a forward roll, quickly falling in stride with the man. Not eager to accept help, but recognising the need, Glidias contented himself with simply allowing the man to lead him to a town, or other advantageous position.

 

[cazzer14]

Malik lost sight of his companion-through-mutual-threat as he ran away from his newfound assailants as fast as he could. He didn't know where the other guy went, he didn't care anymore, all he cared about was surviving, the primal urge of 'fight or flight' kicking in, the latter prevailing, so much so. Malik panted, the sweat gleaming off his brow as all in the world simply didn't matter now, all that did was getting away from whatever was trying to murder him.

Ironic, how the hunter has so quickly become the hunted.

A figure suddenly beside him caught his eye. Malik couldn't believe it, the man from earlier who had ran into the distance only moments ago was now running beside him; he tried to work out what had happened as he sprinted through the foliage, giving his ally a confused, gobsmacked look. Perhaps he had hidden in the trees and dropped down, perhaps he teleported, it didn't matter. Malik knew that he had to lead him, lead them both to sanctuary before their pursuers caught up. The Redguard deviated out of the forest and hopped across the river, into another one. He ducked, weaved, dodged trees, oversized mushrooms, logs and rocks, all whilst running at a tremendous pace, and his tag-along follower kept pace and did the same.

The two rose over a geographical horizon of a rock, and Malik breathed relief as he saw the port town of the island in the reachable distance, a distance gained over his pursuers. He paused momentarily, glancing behind him, checking the range of the threats, and promptly continued his run in the direction of the town, his companion close behind

 

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

Glidias admired the skill that this dark skinned man could traverse the forest of this place, and his knowledge of the land eventually led them to a small port town, a few scattered lanterns reflected light off the water by the docks. The town's streets were very roughly kept, and the houses not very extravagant. Most people seemed to be either asleep in their homes, or drinking at the local inn. It looked like a perfect place to lose his pursuers. As Glidias's newfound ally of circumstances led him through the nearest entrance, Glidias glanced behind him. He saw that the Crusaders had slown down to a walking pace at the entrance, not as concerned with catching their prey as before. Then he glanced forward, at the road to the other exit. Glidias and the stranger were in the square by now, and skidded to a halt as they saw the approaching forces ahead and behind. Glidias cursed under his breath, and the man who had led him to the town seemed to be doing the same.

"This way!" The man said, turning to leave down a sidestreet on their left. Again, the end was blocked by more of their pursuers. A trap. They closed in, slowly, from all sides. They weren't in any particular hurry, as their quarry wasn't going anywhere. They could run into one of the buildings, or go toward their right to the docks. Both were dead ends, unless they wanted to try to steal a boat.

Glidias drew his dual swords from his back, the red metal glinting menacingly in the moonlight.

"Going to have to fight, it seems," Glidias said, taking a ready stance, coughing once or twice in the process. "I hope you're good with that bow. Might want to take your chances and make a run for it. They haven't seen your face yet. They're after me." Glidias didn't say this out of any compassion or pity for the man standing beside him. His voice was nonchalant, and there was a subtle challenge beneath his words. He wanted the man to leave this fight to him, to let him die his own way, and did not want to be shamed in front of witnesses. His pride wouldn't allow that.

 

[cazzer14]

Malik led himself and his new ally into the town, yet it proved to be no sanctuary at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Opposing, menacing forces surrounded and enclosed the two on all sides, armoured, angry, deadly. In a desperate attempt to get away, Malik gestured to head down an alley, hoping that either an alternative escape route or a convenient army of willing Daedra Warriors were ready to fight for them. Both would have helped. Alas, Malik had led them into a bottleneck - the mysterious troop of hunters had also closed off the end of the sidestreet. So now instead of worrying about fighting an overwhelming, outnumbering force, they now had to worry about fighting an overwhelming, outnumbering force in a narrow alleyway.

There was still a chance to make a last minute bail, either into one of the buildings nearby, or towards the docks, neither wouldn't have gotten them far, but there was still a chance. And yet the equally mysterious man drew his twin swords and stood his ground, preparing for a fight, coughing nervously, but in a calm preparation."Going to have to fight, it seems. I hope you're good with that bow. Might want to take your chances and make a run for it. They haven't seen your face yet. They're after me."

Malik considered it, for a moment. He had no connections, no ties to this man, these people weren't after him personally, he was just in the way. But, for whatever reason - honour, pride, the fact the didn't have anyhthing better to do, whatever reason, Malik stayed, and readied his pow, intimately drawing an arrow whilst saying, almost whispering, appreciating the tension in a way,
"Eh, I'll see if I can't take out a few first" followed by a sly look in the way of his brother-in-certain-death and a chuckle, however nervous.

 

[Vixen Blackbriar]

The first of the men charged towards the pair, preparing his blade before him in the bottlenecked alley as he charged, hoping for blood. He moved forward as the group behind him readied their respective weapons. It was a slaughter waiting to happen.
"Excuse me," a voice rang out from behind the charging men, causing them to turn.
The charge ended as Lynette stepped into the alley behind the group. Confused, they looked at this very out-of place woman robed in a jeweled and dazzling gown. She held a hand to her breast, looking worriedly ahead at the group. "I seem to have lost my necklace, would any of you perhaps have seen it?"
Angered, the group of men turned back to their prey, edging in dangerously. Lynette's face twisted darkly as she looked at the largely outnumbering group. "It's rude to turn down a lady," she started, vaulting into the air and landing down in front of the charging men. Quickly, she kicked up a leg, throwing a concealed knife towards the crowd and landing in the folds of skin beneath the first man's neck. She followed up quickly, throwing knives from sleeves in a flurry, knocking at least five men to the ground before vaulting back over, now having taken much of the attention onto herself.
"Catch me if you can," she flirted, dodging over towards the docks.

 

[Gentleman Adventurer]

Myddrin strode off his ships and onto the docks, now cleaned up and ready to hit the tavern. As he started his walk back to the town, he heard an odd noise. Something flew past his head, embedding itself in the hull of his ship with a thunk. He turned around. there, inches from his face, was a crossbow bolt. "Aw, hell." He said, as he turned his attention back towards the town.

Dashing towards him was a beautiful woman, who was being pursued by two figures, elves by the look of them. They were heading for the docks. Grinning, Myddrin prepared himself for a fight. He drew his cutlass, and ran towards the woman.

"Excuse me, miss?" Myddrin said, as he caught up with the woman. "You look like you could use a hand."

 

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

There Glidias was, cornered like an animal, ready to fight for his life with this newfound companion, when chaos erupted. The Crusaders coming from the square, 4 in total, charged the two, while those coming from the other exit readied their assorted ranged weapons, from shortbows, to longbows, to crossbows. A lone figure than distracted the soldiers for a moment, and when they managed to pry their attention back to their target, the lone figure suddenly took action. He identified a beautiful woman, with many golden tinged features. She elegantly vaulted through the air, throwing an assortment of knives with a vengeance. Most merely ricochet off the heavy armour of the well conditioned soldiers, but one of them fell dead and the rest of them fell off balance. As the woman once more vaulted away, leaving utter chaos in her wake and two soldiers pursuing her, Glidias was almost flabbergasted. Women weren't typically fighters in his culture. He soon came back to reality, siezing the shoulder of his companion to get his attention.

"We need to move! Those archers still have a line on us!" With that, he sprinted towards the square, his companion matching the pace. As they reached the edge of the building lining the square, he shoved the dark skinned archer to one side, safely in cover behind the buildings, while using the force to drive himself in the other direction behind the other buildings. He heard the sound of metal boots hitting the road as the soldiers pursued them to engage in melee. The soldier that had been left on this end was killed by friendly fire, and the arrows that missed him sailed off into the night, thunking against houses and the docks.

 

[Vixen Blackbriar]

"Finally, a gentleman!" Lynette laughed as she raced towards the man, dodging yet another fire from a bow. She outstretched an arm towards the man, which he grabbed, using his grip to throw herself behind him. Tumbling down, she landed with a delicate thud and turned, pulling two knives from her gown and readying them. She watched as the man charged in towards the duo following her, eyeing the archer. She figured the man would be able to handle the larger of the pair, a massive orc clad in large gold-white armor. She herself looked to the lightly clad elf woman archer behind him, readying another crossbow bolt, directly towards Lynette. She threw a knife back as the bolt fired, sparking and sending both the knife and bolt off course. The woman's eyes squinted in irritation as Lynette charged towards her, only to be sent flying back by a swing of the orc's hammer, taking a hit back into the floor of the dock. The orc stepped above her, preparing to strike her down. She rolled beneath him, throwing herself between his legs and leaping towards the archer, who had readied another bolt, this time splitting the front of Lynette's hair. "Take care of ugly here, will you?" she asked the man behind her. She ran full speed at the woman, charging her and throwing them both into the murky waters.

 

[cazzer14]

Malik looked on gobsmacked, much like his comrade-in-arms, although much more visibly bewildered than his stoic colleague, as he witnessed a stunning vixen completely make a mockery out of a portion of the duo's, now trio's enemies. Malik's jaw was left open in awe as she twisted, vaulted in the air so elegantly, while throwing daggers with such grace, leaving one knight dead and several others stunned. Two of many soldiers detached and pursued her, and as she fled and Malik looked on and followed her with his eyes, only one word spiraled in his mind - 'Damn'.

Malik was shook out of blind lust by the man beside him clutching his shoulder pauldrons, exclaiming the need to escape the line of fire of the looming hostile archers, a need that was understandably urgent. The two instantaneously sprinted towards the town square, but Malik was pushed forcibly into cover from an oncoming wave of arrows, a pitter patter of wood and steel ricocheting, bouncing and repelling from the stone of the buildings, flashes of silver metal gleaming from the moonlight above. Once the rain of projectiles had ceased, Malik nodded to his comrade, a gesture which was returned, and the two peered out, Malik releasing his hand already holding a drawn string, and an arrow flying out, spinning from the elasticated twine propelling the piercing spear through the air.

Through his eyes, Malik could see his arrow fly though the air. Time almost slowed down. He knew exactly where the arrow would end up, such is the gift of natural affinity for marksmanship; so he could only admire the trajectory and perfection of his shot. He watched in silent satisfaction as the arrow twisted and spiralled towards its target, one of the archers, he could see the sheer fear of the enemy marksman as he realised of his immanent death, he could see the final glint in his eyes as the tip of the razor edge of the arrow penetrated his jugular, and the subsequent gush of blood spraying and trickling out, and the reactive desperate grasp for the throat by shaking, panicking hands as the light left the archer's eyes as the blood left his neck.

Malik smiled in morbid self-admiration. He never missed.

He looked to his partner for advice on what to do as he drew another arrow from its quiver, for all his skills, Malik was not a tactician in such skirmishes.

 

[Gentleman Adventurer]

Myddrin watched, impressed, as the woman used a throwing knife to knock a crossbow bolt out of the air.

The woman was about to charge an archer, when she was sent flying by the largest of the attackers, an Orc with a warhammer. "Take care of ugly here, will you?" She said, getting up off the ground. Myddrin gave a mock bow. "With pleasure, milady." He ran at the Orc, and then jumped out of the way at the last second. The brute's hammer crashed into the docks, and refused to budge.

"Well, that's your weapon taken care of." The Orc made a noise that sounded like a mix between a snort and a laugh. "I don't think so, little man." The Orc reached behind his back, and pulled out two wicked looking scimitars. Myddrin's face fell. "Oh." He dodged the first two swipes, and was retaliated with his own. The Orc shrugged off the cuts as though they were nothing. Before Myddrin could regain his balance, his opponent swung at him, and he had just enough time to block with his own sword. The Orc pushed down harder, so the tip of his blades were almost at Myddrin's throat.

Using his free hand, the pirate quietly took a dagger from his belt. "Just give it up, weakling!" The Orc said, smirking. The Nord smiled back. "I may be a weakling, but at least I have two eyes." The Orc looked confused. "What do you-" Myddrin plunged the dagger into his assailant's eye. As the Orc stumbled back, bleeding profusely, Myddrin kicked him off the docks. There was a satisfying crack as the brute's neck hit the rocks below.

"Alright, you fetchers! Who's next?"

 

[The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass]

Glidias, after returning his ally of circumstance's nod, waited until the incoming soldiers were distracted by the dark skinned bowman's marksmanship.

He then noticed the questioning look on his comrade's face. Glidias motioned for him to back off a ways, and said, "I'll keep them occupied. Keep your distance, and watch my back."

With that, Glidias waited for the would be assailants to put their full attention on his dark skinned companion. Then, as they neared the square, he darted from the corner of the building he was using as cover, a near blur in the night, and with wicked speed parried blow after blow from two of them, both using swords, and quickly had them on the defensive. He slayed one of them before the other two noticed what was happening, and they too came at Glidias, a look of anger on their face as they came to avenge their headless comrade. Their anger made them sloppy, and the man left from the first duo quickly tired out. Glidias delivered a solid kick to his chest, sending him several feet backwards. Before he could recover, the other two were on him. The kick hadn't left enough time for him to react, but he angled his armour so that the first strike glanced off, leaving the man off balance. They became entangled, and the fight soon came down to bare fists on the ground. As he took advantage of his superior strength, the man still behind him came in for a strike, and he hadn't kicked the other one hard enough. He was getting up and coming back for more.

 

[Vixen Blackbriar]

Lynette tumbled through the water, stabbing repeatedly into the elf girl, who was struggling against the blows. Under the water, the strength of her arm was entirely lessened, causing the blows to do little damage to the disoriented woman. Under the weight of the elf's clothing, the pair began sinking down in a deadly embrace, tumbling in a mass of bubbles and energy. The water churned dangerously as Lynette continued her assault, the elf girl becoming more aware by the second. Finally, her enemy fastened Lynette to her with a loop of Lyentte's dress. Their fates literally tied, Lynette moved against the sudden turn, her breath turning to fire as she waited for oxygen. She kicked up at the water, towing the deadweight elf girl with her, who seemed all too willing to lose her life over the duel. Lynette managed to undo her dress, kicking the woman down beneath her as she reached her full body for the surface. She looked down, seeing the girl begin to panic, grasping Lynette's empty dress. The kick had sent the girl into a riptide, pulling her away into the blackness just as Lynette managed to break the surface, her blonde hair plastered to her face. She looked down. Completely naked in the water, she covered her breasts and looked up to the man on the dock. "I don't suppose you'd have an extra set of clothing? I packed light."

 

[Gentleman Adventurer]

"I don't suppose you'd have an extra set of clothing? I packed light."

Myddrin looked into the water to see the woman floating there, naked. She was covering herself up, obviously cold in the water. "Uh... Um.. I think I may have something that would fit you. I'll be right back." He walked back across the docks, and into his ship.

A minute or so later, he emerged with clutching an fine silk dress he had taken during a raid, and a towel so that this woman could dry herself. He tossed the towel to her. "Here's a towel so you can dry off." He held up the dress. "I found this. Hope this fits."