#1: The Duel
The sun was hanging bright over the city Redstork. It was noon and the heat made most living creatures stay indoors. In fact the great plaza in front of the Magical Consortium of Redstork was deserted. Only a cat lay beside the great fountain devoted to the Love Goddess Venisra. And all over the city not a living thing was to be seen. But in a narrow street in the wharf district two people were staring with mortal contempt at each other.
One of them was the Half-orc warrior Brokktooth, also known a the Butcher of Ain-Haag. He swept the sweat from his face while untying the waraxe on his back. He was a bright skinned hairy man, with on broken fang protruding form his grinning mouth. He was clad a chain mail shirt with a breast plate of leather and metal leggings covering his muscle toned chest and thighs. He had no helm but wore a red scarf around his head. His left eyed squinted as he viewed the opposition. And he gave a slight roar under his breath as he swung the large heavy axe through the air and got ready...
The other fighter in this lonely contest was Irenia Lytol a raven haired, dark tanned woman with a deadly reputation. She stood in a statuesque stance with a bright shining rapier lowered in front of her. She had no armor only a tight fitting pair of red-leather trousers and high black boots with a sliver circle around the knee. She also had a vest of red-suede that was tightly laced up over her stomach and pushing up her full breasts. Under it she had a white blouse that was open on the top to show just enough cleavage to distract most male opponents. Suddenly she saw the gleam in his eyes as he rushed towards her with a lifted axe...
The duel was fast moving with the strong- orc warrior attacking with a violent fury and the raven haired woman dodging and parrying his blows with ease. But suddenly Broktooth changed his tactic and took the defensive against the woman. With a furious thrust Irenia opened a series of attacks forcing her opponent towards the wall. Then suddenly the orc dodged and swung his axe at her. Only her nimbleness and sheer speed saved her life. Now there was a fire in her eyes as she feinted an injury from the axe blow. When the orc raised his axe for the final kill she thrust her rapier precisely into his shoulder. The orc gave a shout as she dodged with good margin his terrible axe blow and gave him another cut straight across his face. Hurt and with fright in is eyes the orc went into a frenzy cutting and slashing as the woman dodged his blows neatly. Then as he hesitated for one hundred of a second between two furious blows, she struck her blade deep into his chest penetrating both ribcage and heart. The mighty orc warrior gulped blood. Then fell on his back, with a dull noise and was dead. The enemy was killed and Irenia was left standing as she had so many times before. She sheathed her rapier and walked with long strides towards the nearby inn called the "Silver Mug".
#2 The Inn
The "Silver Mug" was a small inn with a dark reputation for housing the worst scum of all Redstork. It was owned by a short fat man called Brigon the One Eyed, a man hated by most of Redstork because of his seedy inn. He was the only one that worked permanently at the inn but every once and a while he was able to trick some young girl to work as a waitress for him. Birgon was good with tricks and he quite often had a girl or two working for him. But they often left as soon as it became obvious that he wanted them to perform other services than merely waiting tables. If the young girl was, or became, unwilling he would get rid of them fast, in any way he could. Irenia despised the man and only lived at his inn for sentimental reasons.
This day as she walked through the dark and smelly taproom she saw only three other guests. Two people sitting in dark robes in a dark corner whispering softly to each other. Irenia hardly gave them a glance, they were probably wizards or rouges discussing dark matters and then she saw no reason to intrude on their business as they did not intrude on hers. And if they were something else she would not even want to know it. The last guest was a neatly dressed dwarf lying in a pool of his own puke on a table in the middle of the room. The stench from him was horrible and the table was filled with empty tankards and small goblets. Irenia looked over him to see if he had any valuables on him, but it seemed someone had beaten her to it. Then Brigon got up behind counter and smiled a toothless smile at her...
She walked over to the bar feeling how the hot day had made her sweaty and feeling how the dust was crawling under her clothes.
"What are you grinning at, one eye?" the words lashed at Brigon. His lips straightened up and he looked at her with wide eyes.
"Did we kill someone this afternoon ,luv?" he look dead serious for a while then he gave her another grin.
"Well, I don't think that half-orc weasel will be able to settle his account" she knew she got him. Brigon just squinted his eyes and spat across the counter just missing Irenia, the half-orc must have been a good customer.
"Damn you murdering bitch!" he barked at her, "I should make you settle what he owed me". His face was getting red and the black holes between his teeth seemed bigger.
"I'm not paying for his whores, one eye" Irenia was dead calm as she spoke the words but the look on her face gave Brigon a shiver down his neck.
"But your costing me more than..." he started, "and now I want a bath!" she interrupted him. Brigon looked dumbstruck then he gave her a hard look again.
" Can you get that little slut you call a waitress to carry some water to my room?" the question sounded more like an order. Brigon just turned around and headed for the door.
"And would like a Brigth Ale and a stiff one too, one eye?, her voice suddenly became conspicuously more friendly. Brigon turned aroud and tapped the ale and got the drink ready. He put the drinks in front of her with a bang. Then he disappeared into the kitchen. Irena sat down at table as she heard Brigon yelling at someone in the back. She then took a sip of the ale and lay back putting her boots on the table.
The ale was good and Irenia actually smiled to herself while looking philosophically at the roof. She could hear someone working the fires in the kitchen and started to think about the hot bath. But one thing suddenly drew her attention away from the though of a hot bath. She saw that one of the dark robed figures got up from the table and walked towards the exit. As the figure walked she could see the pointy ear and lithe figure of the person. "A blasted elf!!" she thought and could not help herself from staring at the man, she could now see that it was a male elf, as he walked through the door. As the first one left she looked at the other and, although she couldn't see any ears, she saw the light figure and white complexion of the skin both tell tale marks. She also saw, by the figure, that the one left behind was a woman. Suddenly the elf turned and looked at her with a sharp stare. Irenia looked away fast, cursing under her breath. Then Brigon got out from the kitchen looking at Irenia with irony in his eyes.
"Your bath water is being brought to your room, honey" his grin gave Irenia another reason to hate the man.
#3 A Bath
Irenia came up to the room before the serving girl with the water. The room was dark and the only feature was the large bed, filled with fresh hay, that occupied the center of the room. The bathtub was standing in a corner by itself and Irenia quickly placed it in the middle of the floor. Then she started to look out the only window in her room. From this place she could see the main street and the yard in front of the "Silver Mug". Another building crept closely up to the inn at this angel so only a few meters from the window was another roof. The black tiles and the pools of water both reflected the moon in their own unique manner. Irenia stared out for a long time until there suddenly was a sound by the door. She spun around with her hand on the sword. The door slid up it was the servant girl.
The little blonde haired girl came in carrying a big kettle of steaming hot water. She went over to the bathtub and poured some of it. Irenia watched her closely as she worked. She had dark brown dress with shoulder straps and yellow embroidering on the hem. It was laced up in front but the lacing was loose as her breasts weren't as full as on a grown woman. Under the dress she had a white blouse. After she had poured half of the hot water she sat the kettle down. Irenia gave her an awkward look but the girl just headed for the door. Irenia was just about to speak as she turned and said "I'll be up with some cold water, you can get ready". Then she turned and ran down the stairs. Irenia smiled there was something not right with her head today. Cursing her own stupidity under her breath she took of her sword belt and placed it on the bed. Then she sat down and pulled one dagger out of each boot before pulling them off. Suddenly she remembered the elf, the male one. Something with the way he walked made her curious. Slowly she un laced her west while wondering if she could have seen him before. "No, I haven't" was her final conclusion. But why were those elves here? It bothered her and she knew the man to ask, but he never came around anymore...
When the serving girl slowly opened the door and snuck inn Irenia was still sitting on the bed, barefooted and with no west on. The girl looked at her with big eyes but started to pour some cold water from a wooden bucket. Irenia suddenly realized what was wrong and started to unbutton her blouse. When she only had one button left she walked over to the window and closed the curtains. Then she took off the blouse revealing her full breasts and strong upper body. She stood there for a while watching the serving girl as she sat down the bucket of cold water and started to pull up her sleeves as she turned towards Irenia. The girl smiled and said with a little laugheter in her voice "Are you going to bathe with your pants on?" Quickly Ireina opened the belt on her pants and pulled them off. Her long dark tanned legs were curvy, with strong thighs, and she had a little black bush of hair to top them off. Her body was truly gracious and fine tuned like a cat. Slowly she sat down in the tub feeling the warm water around her body. The tub was to short for her to stretch her legs but she sat down and bended forward resting her breast on her knees as the serving girl, sitting on a stool behind her, took a sponge and dipped it in water and started to wash her back. The girl took her time with Irenias back before asking her to lay back and get her hair wet. Irenia had to lift her feet out of the pool to get it done and she found a good position lying with her feet and legs over the top of the tub. Slowly the serving girl poured some honey like soap into Irenias hair and started to wash it rubbing the soap against Irenias scalp. The foam from the soap soon spread out across the water and Irenia became almost mesmerized with the touch of the serving girl. In fact she hardly realized that the touch was moving down from her hair to her shoulders. Suddenly the serving girls right hand slid down and touched her right breast lightly. Then she touched it again now feeling it and the left hand started to fondle her left breast. At first the lovely sensation just made Irenia relax and as it spread through her body she became incredibly hot. She could now feel the young girls breath on her neck and cheeks. Suddenly she opened her eyes as if she realized what she was doing.
The serving girl gasped and got up "I'm sorry, so sorry" her eyes were filled with terror "I've never seen breasts that beaut..." she turned and ran out the door. Irenia just sat calmly in the water.
#4 A Visitor
