Cursing himself for allowing his own under-fed sex drive and stupidity to force him into this, Koroko crept through the bushes while avoiding the skinny, thorn-laden branches, eager to get a view of a small drow outpost. For a lone human deep in the heart of drow controlled territory, this was an amazingly dangerous and foolish journey. Coupled with the fact that Koroko wasn't a very capable fighter by any standard, and admittedly not the bravest of men, if he ran into trouble it wasn't likely he'd fare well by any means.
His reason for being here was entirely an adult venture. While back at the Old Flask Tavern in Glendall he overheard Cyeus Vyn, a very renowned local hero, talking about some of his exploits with foreign girls. The warrior had talked about Dwarven women, who despite their stocky and muscular males counterparts, were quite petite. Often he repeated a few relations with Naga's, the snake women. Repeatedly he had talked about elven women, who he often commented about there fair skin and how wonderfully delicious they tasted. Not hard to figure out what he meant by that.
However, it seemed his favorite of all the other women were the Dark elves, better known as Drows. Of all of the women he had talked about, drow women came up the most. Near endlessly he talked about their unbelievable soft gray skin, there almost invariably large and supple breasts, and their silky hair, which was normally a silver, black, or red. Apparently his favorite part about them was the fact they were so damn kinky. Dominative or submissive, either way they made for a fun-filled romp.
Because of Vyn's ramblings, Koroko had come down with a near insatiable case of Drow Fever. This is not a disease mind you, but the unremorseful urge for Dark Elven women. After about a week of this near overpowering lust, he packed a few supplies and headed west towards the drow lands.
Koroko has just now reached the first drow encampment a week after his journey had begun. All his efforts would hopefully be paying off soon. But all that would depend if he could find one willing for something such as that. From Vyn's tales, drow women could be extremely sexual and not stingy about the erotic arts in the least. He had even said the sex was integrated into many forms of their culture.
He didn't believe any of his stories for a minute. Vyn was known to tell a tall tale over a tall glass of ale. However that did absolutely nothing to alleviate his drow fever. No matter what the cost, he would not go home without having cured his "ailment".
As he neared the edge of the woods, Koroko knelt down and slowly edged his way through the tall grass towards the crest of the small grassy knoll. Now practically crawling, he neared the wooden wall of the outpost he began to smell their fire. His heart beating loudly in his chest, he managed to reach the palisade wall and scrunch himself against the barricade without being seen.
Curiously he peered between the cracks in the wall and took view of the empty looking outpost which was manned by only half a dozen sentries at any given time. However, it seemed there were only males in this camp, at least as sentries. Swearing a bit under his breath, he pressed gently pulled a bit on the walling and snapped away a small piece of wood with only a meager crack. With little thought he tossed the board over his shoulder and pulled away another piece which broke with a silent cracking. For a few moments he continued this, pulling and tugging to break off the dry wood until the hole was big enough to push his body through.
Holding his breath, he slipped his hands through followed by his head and his shoulders. With a grunt of discomfort, he dug his fingertips into the soft moss-filled layer of earth and pulled the rest of is wiry body through the hole in the wall with a soft thud. Fortunately for Koroko, there weren't any sentries around to spot him, yet.
Knowing full well that no shadow could hide him from a drow's night vision, the young human quickly looked for a better place to hide. He decided upon a small building to his right, mainly since the window was open and made for an easier time getting inside.
Trying to mimic a ninja as closely as possible, Koroko peered into the window for a moment before grabbing the windowsill and heaving himself through with a loud thump on the wooden floor inside. Swearing in his head, the trespassing human scrambled to hide behind something in case someone had heard his awkward entrance. Fortunately, the ruckus went unheard throughout the building. Relieved, Koroko decided to take note of his surroundings.
The room he'd broken into seemed to be a bedroom, much to his happiness. However, there was no way to tell who this belong too. The decorations didn't tell him much, only that a drow lived here since he knew almost nothing of their foreign culture. Feeling a tad depressed, Koroko moved towards the door, gritting his teeth as the floor creaked beneath him. The door on the far wall was closed, but on a whim Koroko slowly gripped the handle and pressed the door gently. Just as he hoped, it was unlocked.
Koroko found himself in a hallway, a very small one at that, large enough to only hold two doors, including the one he had just ventured through. Ignoring his heart beat, he crept towards the other door, feeling cold sweat on his brow.
As he nudged closer, Koroko could make out the sound of splattering water against a hard sounding stone. With the curiosity of a kid, he pressed his ear to the door and closed his eyes.
Straining his ear, Koroko could just barely make out a light humming beneath the incessant drizzling of water against the stone. From what he could make out, it seemed to be that of a woman.
The young human's heart jumped as he realized this, his face grew warm as blood flowed close to his skin. As he tried to listen closely, he began to grow more then a bit shaky from the onrush of adrenaline into his veins. Koroko's mouth had gone dry by this point.
His excitement caused him to lose focus. The falling water had stopped and so had the humming beneath it. Replacing them were soft footsteps coming towards him. Swearing in his mind, he half ran, half jumped towards the open door. In his stupor he neglected to close the bedroom door and instead darted behind a wardrobe.
Holding his hand over his mouth, his ears focused on the bathroom door opening and the light footsteps traveled towards him, soft and padded against the warm rug of the hallway.
Koroko's heart stopped as he heard a voice, light and feminine, speak out, "Who's in here? Speak now if you value your life." Despite its feminine appeal, the drow woman's voice was somehow commanding. By this point she had entered the room and begun to search, but for his sake she had yet to look behind herself.
Taking perhaps his only opportunity to escape, he darted around the wardrobe and silently escaped down the hall and into the bathroom. In his effort to get away, he had attempted to be silent. However, he failed miserably.
Much to his mistaken thought of thinking the bathroom led out to an exit, Koroko found himself staring at a dead end. This time there were no windows to escape through and nothing to even hide behind. He was trapped like a rat. Trembling he turned back towards the door, ice cold sweet dripping down his cheek.
