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5 yrs ago
If a horse runs too fast, it bleeds from the lungs
5 yrs ago
Alright. Let's take this from the top.
5 yrs ago
The Nation RP scene is dead right now... When does it pick up!?
5 yrs ago
Don't cut yourself on that edge, Andreyich.
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The shovel may have broke new ground, but it was the hot air balloon that took humanity to new heights
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Watching the waitress leave with Blight was a painful thing to witness. Siiga knew she shouldn't have been invested in it; the girl was probably totally straight, and with a shit taste in men to boot. But if she had been faster, or if she signalled more aggressively, maybe, just maybe it would have been her walking out of here with a cute waitress on her hip.

Ah well. There was no point moping about it. In her experience, girls who preferred munching muff to sucking sausage when a prized commodity, few and far between. She would just have to try again and another point. Sooner or later, someone had to fall to her charms. Hopefully sooner.

She... Considered the newcomer. Really, there wasn't much reason not to go for her. She was smoking hot, and there was no doubt in her mind she would give a good tumble. But it was that look in her eyes that put her off. She knew that look well. It was the same one she saw every time she looked in a mirror at her own face. That subtle glint in the eye, the slightly arrogant smirk, the posture and clothes that managed to catch the eye without making it seem like she was trying too hard: no doubt, Siiga was looking at one of her own.

Which is precisely what turned her off. Like hell was she gonna be put on someone else's list of conquests! Siiga did not "get seduced". Siiga did the seducing. If she thought she was gonna get Sii in her bed, she had another thing coming!

But if not the waitress, and not the newcomer, then who? Maybe she could find some local belle or a cute country boy, but all things considered, this was the sort of place where people with Siiga's, uhm, "peculiarity" were considered monsters and succubi. No fling was worth getting roasted at the stake.

Whatever. It wasn't like it was life or death. For now, she had the pleasure of strong ale, a hot meal and somewhere to toddle back to at the end of the night.

Although... The company was a bit lacking. Hard as they were, her little troupe of bandits had been her family for the past goodness-knows-how-long. Their dank little cave had been home. Never again would they go on a raid together. No more arguing over who got what loot. No more loving pranks, no more big brawls, no more contests to see who could get the most panties off a girl. It was all gone. And here she was, drinking and eating and flirting like there wasn't a thing wrong in the world. Like everything was just as it always was. She half-expected to hear Crank's obnoxious laugh, or Stretch say something utterly stupid. But she wouldn't. She never would again.

Something wet ran down her cheek.

Come on... Get it together. Don't embarrass yourself in front of everyone. They'll all think you're some kinda overemotional wreck.

She managed a soft, sad smile. Wherever you were, lads, keep a seat ready.

It was time to go. Drinking herself into oblivion was fine when she had a hotel or something to crash in at the end of the day, not so much when she was a stranger in a new town. She stood up, paid for her drinks and left the bar, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone as she went
I'm gonna go for a kinda Siberian/Ainu kinda nation


Hey, this looks like something for me






If the opposition had just been Blight, Siiga would have been laughing. I mean, who would you pick? The beautiful and wild Siiga, or the guy who's name literally means Plague? Just the sound of his name would have sent alarm bells ringing in someone's head, and they sound like this: "VD, VD, VD!"

But the situation was galvanised with the arrival of a new figure. She was tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous, with a stature that commanded people to look at it. Her skin looked soft as silk, and her smile could cause empires to collapse. But Siiga wasn't new to this game, and she could recognise the same firm warriors stance and blazing passion in her eyes that so starkly reflected her own. An untrained eye might only see the beauty of the newcomer, but Siiga saw in her both physical and mental strength that could only come from years of living a hard, rough life.

Naturally, Siiga wanted to fuck her.

Oh, but the waitress! She could just leave her with Blight, could she? Ol' Plaguerat would surely disappoint her, and a girl like that deserves a little better than him. But if she went after her, she might lose the new girl. But if she went after the new girl, she would lose the Waitress! Decisions, decisions!

Gameface time, Siiga. Don't like Blight get all the girls. Show your interest, and see what the reaction is.
She called the waitress over, and gave her a bright, dazzling smile. "I was just wondering if there was anything interesting to do in this town"








Ah, the great outdoors. The brisk summer breeze blowing through the trees, the chirruping of the birds, the long, open fields stretched out before her, fading slowly into an idyllic village far and away from the hustle and bustle of city life. And what was this feeling, this warm and relaxed feeling sitting in the pit of Siiga's stomach? The feeling that told her she could relax, stick her feet up and just do nothing as the clouds went by and the day could be spent lazily lounging about?

Ah yes. Boredom.

Siiga was bored out her skull. It stood to reason that, as someone who had grown up as an outlaw dodging the long arm of the law, that being stuck on a cart with a load of righteous do-gooders wasn't exactly her idea of a good time, but even she underestimated how dull this little stint would be! Even the lad fainting was without the ghoulish pleasure one usually got from that sort of thing, because it was so utterly without fanfare. Never, in the history of Descended history, did she think a Tyro could get so insanely out-her-mind bored that even the potential death of her comrades couldn't stir a stem of emotion in that cold, frosty ice-cube she had instead of a heart. Hell, let the poor bastard die. At least she'd get to bury him, and do something.

Expectations were therefore low as she entered the inn, trailing behind everyone else, before sitting down and ordering the hardest drink in the house, because god knows she could get herself proper shitfaced right about now.

And then she saw her. Hallelujah, holy shit, God is real and he is a woman! Those thighs, that rack, that face! It was like someone dug into the deepest recesses of Siiga's mind and found "perfection". She was gorgeous! Amazing! Sensual!

Like fuck was she letting Blight take her from her!

"Really? That's your best line?" she scoffed at the knight as the girl went out of earshot. If this was her competition, this would be plaaaaaain sailing
NPC nations? What's available?
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