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Her mouth still not finished chewing her last spoonful, but Allara had to will herself not to shovel more in. She was starved and this food was on par with that of the feasts she attended as a noblewoman.

Allara had finished half the meal when a strong impact shook the ground, making her nearly drop her spoon. Looking around, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight when she caught sight of the dragon standing outside the inn. She froze, trying to process what she was seeing. She had always thought of dragons as an omen, a creature of destruction, so why hadn't it already burned down the inn along with everyone inside?

Most of the other residents of the inn had not reacted other than to glance at the dragon repeatedly, so that calmed her nerves... slightly. When a man walked up to and talked with the dragon, she further relaxed, which allowed her to notice that there was a child with wings that looked suspiciously like a pixie. She hadn't seen one since she was a child, before her adoptive father sent lots of men to put out a forest fire. He told her the pixie's home was destroyed and they had to find another home. She knew he left out the part where the pixies they found were all dead.

The man who was talking to the dragon came in and asked the barkeep to talk to the owner, and the man who snagged the bags was obviously getting his victim worked up. It was kind of strange watching the scene. The man animatedly, and maybe a bit drunkenly, yelling at the thief and trying to get back his gold while the thief just kept moving them, reminiscent of a teenager holding something high above a child's head. She could almost hear his teasing: "oh you've almost got it! Just a little higher!" Meanwhile, the rest of the patrons paid virtually no attention to the dragon outside, save for a few who were outside when it landed.

Through all of this, the thief's eyes met Allara's, flicking quickly between her green eye and her blue, then with a smirk, he gave her a wink.
"Well, that answers that problem", she mumbled to herself. It looked like he'd be the one paying for... the in that doesn't charge money. Right. She'd have to get used to this just as quickly as she formed her current habits. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a backup.

Flashing back a shy smile, she walked over to the bounty board, hoping to find something suited to her abilities. She made sure to add a sway to her hips on the short stroll to the board.

The Strumpet Inn (Open)

Yeah, if I had their permission BEFORE I wrote the post I would have kept it in, but I didn't, so I made sure not to keep it there just in case either of them would take offense to it. I did, however, give Ocellus another layer of a complication to deal with, what with an npc angrily approaching him while a dragon lands outside. I don't want to push it any farther than that :P

The Strumpet Inn (Open)

So, I may have misread and thought that Ocellus was eyeing some npc's bags of gold. I just rewrote it so it's more clear that an npc is stomping over to his table, and not Jin.

The Strumpet Inn (Open)

Hungry… she was getting used to the feeling. More often than not, these days, she went hungry. The smell of food being cooked at a local inn had made her wander off the main road. She mentally began to prepare herself for another night in bed with some stranger. The stink of the last one of her john’s sweat and the hot, clammy feel of being trapped under a blanket with him all night made her shudder at the memory.

She stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, and felt her stomach gurgle at the scents of steaming hot food and the musty smell of well fermented mead. She pulled down her blouse a bit and pulled up her skirt to show a bit more of her cleavage and thighs. Putting on her best pout, she walked through the door and glided toward the bar.

Soon after she took her seat, a man took the one next to her, placing down bags near his seat that clinked with coin
“So, what’s a pretty elf like you doing here?” He asked, eyeing her up and down like a dog staring at a bitch in heat.

She cringed internally, recoiling from the sheer lust pouring forth from him in waves. “I suppose I’m waiting for some handsome man to buy a girl a drink? And a meal to go with it.”

Grinning, he began to reach for one of the bags, then turned quickly, alarmed that it wasn’t there. He recovered quickly, which she had to give him credit for, and excused himself to look for his bags of coin.

Allara was slightly alarmed as well. She had seen him put down the bags of coin, but had not seen them being taken. She checked her hidden pocket, feeling her single copper piece pressed against her forearm and her fingers, and sighed with relief. With that man gone to look for his lost loot, it seemed she was on her own for a quick meal. Flagging down a barkeep, she asked how much it would be for some food, and upon his reply that food was free so long as you took a job, she immediately ordered a plate, figuring she would find one to do afterwards.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man making an angry beeline towards another man sitting at a table, sipping at a mug of beer.

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Name: Allara
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Changeling
Occupation: Courtesan, negotiator, spy, etc.

Personality: Allara tends to stay towards the edge of a crowd, scanning it for any opportunities she can take advantage of. Never staying in one place for long, she avoids deep relationships with people she meets, resulting in frequent and superficial pairings. When it comes to combat, she prefers to stay just outside an opponent’s reach, dancing in and out of their range, enticing them to come in close for a strike before countering with a well-placed dagger. If she can’t end the fight quickly, she’ll retreat, using her enchanted dagger to occupy her opponent’s attention.

That said, Allara is not a proficient close quarters fighter, and she’ll more likely take advantage of her unique beauty to lull her targets into compliance or talk her way out of sticky situations. If things don’t go as planned, she’s not above offering use of her body in exchange for her life.

Bio: Allara was adopted by a noble elven family whose doorstep she was left on as an infant. She was trained in the ways of a proper lady and groomed to be married off to increase the family fortune. When she turned 16, she was given to another elven family, along with a pair of nearly priceless enchanted daggers as dowry. Upon arrival, however, she was greeted with looks ranging from disgust to lechery and was subject to many kinds of abuse.

When the father of her husband to be entered her room a few nights later and attempted to have his way with her, she retaliated, stabbing and killing her not-quite-father-in-law. She ran from the estate with the daggers in hand and began her life as a beggar, slowly becoming more and more desperate as she went from town to town, hitching onto caravans without a clue where she was going.

After about 6 months, she began to offer favors to men in exchange for a meal and a place to sleep. During the following year, she’d become quite proficient at being one of the most alluring figures in a room, and rarely failed to find someone whose bed needed to be kept warm. One such patron became a regular and taught her how to use her daggers to defend herself if needed. This was a skill she all too frequently had to put to use against the more rowdy johns, especially in the worse parts of town.

What’s in your bag: A pair of enchanted daggers are strapped to her thighs, within easy reach at all times. They will return to her when thrown, and can animate themselves for short amounts of time based on a thought command she gives them. She also has a variety of hidden pockets in her deceptively form fitting clothing to pocket things she comes across or to hide her hard earned gold.

Extra: Allara is the child of a hag, giving her innate mastery over many forms of magic. This helps her to more easily control her enchanted daggers, but she also doesn’t fully understand that she has this capability. Anyone who can sense magic could tell that she has a hidden power inside her.

Appearance: Allara appears as a tall, pale, slender elven beauty with one blue eye (left) and one hazel eye (right). Magic users would be able to see a slight glow coming from her eyes. She wears a knee length skirt and a blouse that hangs off one shoulder.

Obligatory something: I am a drunken Galoot.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

errr. next class.... uh..... what is? DX

The Rebellion

"No. I'm not going to kill you. Nobody under my command will, either."

The squawk of a radio sounded from Alan's pocket. Taking it out, he asked what the situation was. The sound of gunfire was becoming less and less frequent, and the person on the other end of the radio reported that things were going well and all there was left to take was the mine itself.

Hearing this, Zech smiled and told Alan to regroup anyone in fighting condition and organize them for the final push into the mines. Anyone in need of medical attention was to report to the housing areas and be tended to by anyone with medical experience. There had to be quite a few, as slaves were expected to patch up their own, whether the injury came from an accident or the whip of their former masters.

After the mines are taken, they would have to disperse, possibly building a new settlement on some new planet.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Sorry, I've been busy. I just finished putting up all the Christmas decorations and for Thanksgiving I had to cook for like 37 people. Haven't had much time to catch my breath. What should I be posting today?

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

..... that is possibly the best way to close an RP I've read.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

He waited, straining to see through the door towards who he hoped were his saviors. "HEY! WHAT'S TAKING YOU GUYS?! STILL KINDA STUCK HERE!"