Module:RPG/B&M Chronicles 2017.json

[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Aetharis working on only a few things here and there, even set up a few different styles of platters with simple snacks on them. Meat\u0026apos;s, cheese, crackers, fruits and vegetables. White hair and emerald eyes this half-elf looking male wearing only a white silk shirt and pants was making sure to have something ready for any type of guest that might visit the tavern and much more. One would never know what kind of creature or being may walk through the door of this far out tavern next to a river. Clean water supplied it with plenty to go around. Day was cool and barely reaching noon, this person wasn\u0026apos;t expecting much of anything really. Just doing little bit of things here and there.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T14:15:57.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487942157, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Aetharis working on only a few things here and there, even set up a few different styles of platters with simple snacks on them. Meat\u0026apos;s, cheese, crackers, fruits and vegetables. White hair and emerald eyes this half-elf looking male wearing only a white silk shirt and pants was making sure to have something ready for any type of guest that might visit the tavern and much more. One would never know what kind of creature or being may walk through the door of this far out tavern next to a river. Clean water supplied it with plenty to go around. Day was cool and barely reaching noon, this person wasn\u0026apos;t expecting much of anything really. Just doing little bit of things here and there.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T15:28:34.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487946514, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats The door of the tavern swung open before being fallowed by the sound of many foot steps against the wooden floor of the tavern. A large grouping of young goat siblings had walk into the new tavern that had opened up close to their home and town so they came to check it out and maybe even get a job. They all look around the place with their bright yellow eyes. \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EWow this place is really nice.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Trisha says as she smiles taking a nice look around, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003ENicer then some of the tavern in our town that for sure.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Naomi says agreeing with her younger sister.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T15:37:22.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487947042, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aetharis just busy before stopping and looked at the door seeing the group of young goat siblings. \u0026quot; Welcome to my tavern and how may I help you all. \u0026quot; Speaking in a friendly tone of voice, curious what would have brought them here. Looking over each one of them and smiled, examining the oldest one first before going to the youngest. Motioning towards the snacks, \u0026quot; have some it\u0026apos;s free and no charge later, water is free as well if you are thirsty. Lucky to drop by today, it\u0026apos;s not often that I set out free food like this. \u0026quot; Still waited for a respond from them all, curious to know what else they might say or want.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T15:44:45.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487947485, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EThank you for welcoming us. Oh I guess we are lucky then. Thank for the offer.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Naomi said as then everyone else looks over at Aetharis, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EThank you mister.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; They said as the younger ones walk over and starts picking out some snack to eat before walking to a large table and sitting down at it. Naomi, Bridget, and Trisha walk over to Aetharis. \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003ES-So did you open this tavern recently?\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Naomi asks while her two younger sisters stood behind her.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T15:53:12.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487947992, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aetharis thought about it and smiled. \u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003E Been open for a while, I run every thing here. \u003C/span\u003E \u0026quot; Informing them it\u0026apos;s been open for a while, but hardly gotten any customers or patrons. Watching the younger ones eat some of the snacks. \u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003E You\u0026apos;re welcome, all of you, it\u0026apos;s nice to see many faces and new people here. \u003C/span\u003E \u0026quot; Nodding some just before he gotten curious with a little different towards the older ones.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T15:57:08.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487948228, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EI see. Well we were wondering if we could work here at your tavern. Myself and my other sisters and brother we wanting to get a job as barmaids for your tavern. We happen across one of your flyers and said you were looking to hiring some barmaids. We would like to make some gold and help out our mother.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Naomi says smiling and blushing a bit. \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EI think a lovely family of sexy and cute goats would surely help bring some more faces around here.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Trisha says smiling as she folds her arms under her bust.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T16:06:47.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487948807, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aetharis placed a hand on his chin looking them over and smiled lightly. \u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003E I see, well then do you understand that being a barmaid does have a side service for such. Not going to lie to you, can make extra money through sexual services. \u003C/span\u003E \u0026quot; With that he would wait for their response, needing to inform them what they will be getting into and much more. Even more so the male before them was keeping nothing from them if they are serious to work here at his tavern. Testing them to knew for sure on how much they are willing to go through.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T16:16:18.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487949378, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi Softly nods her head blushing softly, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EYes we are aware of this fact. It said it on your tavern flyer. We are okay and also willing to provide such serveries. We aren\u0026apos;t strangers to such things. Even the youngest ones of our family.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she says as she looks at Aetharis, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EThat why we came here. Cause of the gold we would make with those serveries on top of being barmaids.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Trisha nods her head and licks her soft lips.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T16:22:22.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487949742, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aetharis raised a brow before sighing, \u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003E then follow me and we will see if you are even more willing, I have a process of seeing if any one is willing to work here as a barmaid. \u003C/span\u003E \u0026quot; And after that he motioned them to follow him into the back room, wanting to see them in private. This would tell him if they are ready and willing to do such work on a daily basis. Upon opening the back room behind the bars counter he\u0026apos;d lead them and close the door behind them.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T16:28:12.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487950092, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi nods her head as she turn her head to her younger sisters and brother sitting at the table before waving them to fallow them as the family of young goats fallow Aetharis into the back room behind the bar as they wait the see what Aetharis had in store for them to see how willing they were.\n", "date": "2017-02-24T16:35:22.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1487950522, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. febr. 24., péntek, 13:04:35" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats The family of goat sibling walk into the tavern wearing the taverns\u0026apos; \u003Ca href=\"http://gelbooru.com//samples/94/87/sample_9487803b193efcf72d6861313a2ddb49.jpg?673964\"\u003Ebarmaid outfit.\u003C/a\u003E. They walk around making sure the tavern was nice and clean before people start showing up.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:17:56.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122276, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Silver Note took a seat along one of the seats as he wore a light grey cloak around his large figure, sporting a brown tunic and black plants on his toned frame. His eyes takes a look around the tavern with a soft, simple smile.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:19:34.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122374, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton ventures into the tavern after quite the trek through the country side beforehand. The purple haired dignitary-in-training is dressed in far less regalia than a noble, but his clothes are far from shabby, a mark of someone with a potential future ahead of them. Though of course, his stature was far less imposing than any travelling warrior, and this along with his glasses would likely give him away as a student of the magical arts rather than one of those. He steps through the door and looks around the rather cozy tavern.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:19:41.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122381, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi smiles and walks over to Silver Note, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EHello there mister. Welcome to the tavern. Can I get you something to drink or eat this morning?\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she asks in a friendly voice.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETrisha walks over to Noah, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EHello there cutie. Welcome to the tavern. Why don\u0026apos;t you find herself a place to sit and I\u0026apos;ll be right with you.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T16:24:09.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122649, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku stepped up to Noah with. looking with a cute smile. \u0026quot;Welcome traveler! We got drinks to sate your thirst and food to sate your hunger! I will be your waitress for tonight, how many I help you!\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:28:13.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122893, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton nods to the lovely attendant and finds himself a place to sit, mostly by his lonesome. He smiles to Sankaku as she approaches, \u0026quot;Ah, thank you, thank you. If I could just get some water to start out, that would be lovely,\u0026quot; he says, removing his cloak and getting at his coin pouch to see how much he has on him.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:29:28.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122968, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Silver Note glances to Naomi, eyeing over the barmaid attire with the possible skin they show off.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I would like like a drink and some treats, please,\u0026quot; he spoke with a warm smile, leaning back on a wooden chair, \u0026quot;Perhaps something to help wake me up.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T16:29:35.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488122975, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003ESo like a cup of coffee and some sweet bread?\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she asks while staring at the pony threw her large glases with those bright yellow eyes of hers.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:32:42.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123162, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku Nods before she is off into the kitchen. \u0026quot;A glass of ice cold water for the heated traveler! Enjoy!\u0026quot; She said with a voice of joy and mystery.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:33:12.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123192, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton smiles up to her again, \u0026quot;Thank you very much,\u0026quot; he says, taking a sip of his water and looking over the menu.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:36:04.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123364, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Silver Note gazes into the sheep\u0026apos;s golden hues with his calm blue eyes, blinking every so often of course. It would be rude to stare, \u0026quot;Yes. That\u0026apos;ll go just well. May I have a small pot and two cups, miss?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:37:10.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123430, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku The water was somewhat bitter then what you used to, but it could just be that the water came from a spring, near one of the mountains. \u0026quot;I will wait in the kitchen when you are ready to place your order. Just call for Sanny!\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:39:16.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123556, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton laughed a little to himself at the nickname, \u0026quot;Will do, madame,\u0026quot; he says, realizing she just told him to call her something else. Oh, such formal habits. he looks over the menu a bit more before calling out, \u0026quot;Mi- Er, Sanny!\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:40:38.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123638, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku quickly runs over to you as fast she could. She clears her throat before talking. \u0026quot;Uh... umm. Are you ready to place your order?\u0026quot; She asked with a quite voice.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:43:08.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123788, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi nods her head and smiles, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EI\u0026apos;ll be right back with your order.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she says as she walks into the kitchen and starts working on the pot of coffee, getting two cups, and sweet bread. She walks out from the kitchen with a tray as she walks back over to Sliver then placing the pot of coffee down in the middle of his table then the two cups and lastly the sweet bread slice. \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EEnjoy your meal mister. If you need anything. Just call for Naomi.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:43:37.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123817, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton readies three silver pieces. \u0026quot;Yes, the three silver meal...what does that include? Is there a local fish that you prize? Does it come with bread? Or soup?\u0026quot; He asks, his mind sort of going rapid fire as he realizes how hungry he is.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:45:08.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488123908, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Silver Note passes 3 copper pieces to Naomi with a nod, most likely tip by the small amount of it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Thank you,\u0026quot; he smiled to the barmaid, taking notice of her long golden hair reaching far down her shoulders, \u0026quot;Do you want to join me for some bread and coffee? I could use some good company if work is not busy at all.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T16:48:40.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124120, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku Looked over the menu once again, her cleavage being a little to exposed at this point. \u0026quot;Well. The three silver menu includes a drink of choice, the main meal is with either fish, steak or pork with a salad with all the locals vegetable. And finally a soup with the freshest homegrown herbs from the tavern with a few slides of homebaked bread! Shall it be that one?\u0026quot; She asked, now standing on upright normal again.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:48:51.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124131, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton nodded, \u0026quot;Absolutely! Please. Thank you!\u0026quot; He said. His cheeks had become a little red since he was unable to help noticing her cleavage when she bent over to him. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s quite the value,\u0026quot; he said, thinking out loud and trying to get himself back to more average thoughts.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:50:32.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124232, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku smiled, noticing that you had a quick peak. \u0026quot;It is indeed! That menu gets changed each month, so the locals will always have something new to try! But one, three silver menu it is then! What would you like for your drink to be? Wine, beer, water again or the taverns special?\u0026quot; Sankaku asked, blinking with her right eye. \u0026quot;And for the main menu? Fish, steak or pork?\u0026quot; She then moved her head down to whisper in your ear. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t recommend the pork!\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:54:27.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124467, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi takes the 3 copper pieces and places them into the pocket of her barmaid outfit before then softly shaking her head, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EThe tavern isn\u0026apos;t busy yet and there still six other barmaids to help serve people.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she says as she then sits down a cross from him, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EThanks for the offer mister.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:56:07.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124567, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton listens closely and nods. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll stick with water for the drink...and...we\u0026apos;ll go with the fish for the main course,\u0026quot; he says, though he was curious about the pork now. Perhaps further investigation would be warranted later. But for now, a hearty meal!\n", "date": "2017-02-26T16:58:01.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124681, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku The demoness nodded as she wrote the order down on a small notebook. \u0026quot;I will be right back! Give me around 20 minutes while I prepare your food!\u0026quot; Sankaku then walked into the kitchen, where she began cooking and soon the smell of fish filled the tavern.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:00:32.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124832, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Silver Note gives a warm smile as he pours some coffee into the two cups, one for himself and the other to the barmaid, \u0026quot;Oh, thank you for accepting, miss.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe silver-coated pony then unwraps his cloak to expose his broad chest with the brown tunic he wears, his toned arms resting along the table with two metal bracelet seen on his wrists, \u0026quot;The name is Silver Note, pleasure to meet you.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T17:00:33.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488124833, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton relaxes in the meantime, continuing to observe his surroundings, not minding the time it took for his food to be prepared. It was quite fortunate that he happened upon this tavern and a nice hot meal to boot.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:04:52.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125092, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku After a few minutes Sankaku finally came out of the kitchen, she was wearing a somewhat dirty apron. In her hands, she was holding wooden tray with a plate, cutlery and a glass of water. With quick steps, she placed it on your table. \u0026quot;Enjoy your meal! If you need something just call my name! I will prepare the soup right away!\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:07:37.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125257, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi smiles and takes the cup of coffee and taking a sip of it with a soft sigh before then looking back at Silver, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EI\u0026apos;m Naomi. Nice to meet you as well Silver.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026apos; she says happily.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe other six goats sibling were sitting about the tavern waiting for people to show up.", "date": "2017-02-26T17:09:18.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125358, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton nods, \u0026quot;Thank you! This looks great!\u0026quot; He smiles and then wastes no time getting into his meal. Even if it tasted somewhat wrong, Noah wouldn\u0026apos;t be able to tell as the pleasure of warm food was greater for him than anything else. So if Sanny were to look at him as he ate, he would appear quite content, alternating between bites of fish and bread and salad.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:09:50.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125390, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku As the soup was around ready. Sankaku sat in the kitchen, spying on you as she waited to go out with the soup. \u0026quot;What a cute looking human! But I know the rules...\u0026quot; Sankaku sighed to herself. Sitting down on one of the small chairs in the kitchen, she moved a hand down to touch her panties underneath the skirt. Feeling a slight sensation fo wetness. \u0026quot;This isn\u0026apos;t fair!\u0026quot; She grumped to herself, washing her hands before grabbing the tray with the soup.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:13:55.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125635, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Silver Note nodded his head as he slowly opens up, \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s good. What can you tell me about this place, Naomi?\u0026quot; he asked as glances left and right around the room before back at her, \u0026quot;Word on the street spoke I should give this place a look.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:16:43.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125803, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton happily ate, and by the time she was bringing out the tray, his plates were almost clean. He seemed to quite enjoy her cooking. And there was something about being cooked and served food by one as sightly as Sankaku that added to the allure of the place. He\u0026apos;d definitely go out of his way to stop here again...that he had to promise himself.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:16:47.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125807, "user": "Noah Pinkerton" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi softly shakes her head, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EI wouldn\u0026apos;t know what to say yet. I only started working here with my family only three days ago so we are still new and getting to know the place. But the menu does help out with some questions you might have.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:19:23.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488125963, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Silver Note chews on a piece of sweet bread, \u0026quot;Oh really? Would it be alright if I take a look at the menu? I like to know more about this place and see what it has to offer.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:24:05.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488126245, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Points to the menu on the table, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EYou already have one mister.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:25:59.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488126359, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aron Pawpad would soon find himself at the tavern. The steps to the door were easily enough crossed, the water by the side of the building quite calming. Ah he needed a vacation, and heard good things. Soon the odd hybrid would enter, setting his coat aside upon the rack. He proceeded afterwards to the main room, taking a seat at one of the tables, though more off in the corner watching everyone else for now while he poked about the menu on his table.. or waited for one.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:28:09.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488126489, "user": "Aron Pawpad" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Nene and Nono walks over to Aron as they look at him. Nene: \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EHello there mister.\u003C/span\u003E Nono: \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EWelcome to the tavern.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; together, \u0026quot;What can we get you today mister?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:33:27.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488126807, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Silver Note takes a look at the menu Naomi has provided, \u0026quot;Alright... Ale, food, and specials...\u0026quot; he then looks up, \u0026quot;What can you tell me about the specials?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:36:47.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488127007, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Demoness Sankaku \u0026quot;Foods read.....\u0026quot; but Sankaku only looked with open mouth into the tavern. Where she c ould no longer find Noah.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:39:12.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488127152, "user": "Demoness Sankaku" },           {                "content": "Aron Pawpad smiled softly, giving a slight smile to both of the younger goat girls, his soft blue eyes wandering up and down each slowly, curiously. \u0026quot;Thank you both he said softly then, before peering through the menu a bit more. Many things.. I\u0026apos;d like but..\u0026quot; he began, before placing three copper upon the wooden table, gentle movements as he gave them both another slow and gentle once over. \u0026quot;A Heffweisen ale please..\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:39:54.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488127194, "user": "Aron Pawpad" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi looks at Silver, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EWhich special would you like to know about?\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she asks perking her ears up.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENene and Nono were dress in the tavern\u0026apos;s \u003Ca href=\"http://gelbooru.com//samples/94/87/sample_9487803b193efcf72d6861313a2ddb49.jpg?673964\"\u003Ebarmaid outfit\u003C/a\u003E with the front laying against their mostly flat chests. Nene takes the copper pieces before then heading over to the kitchen and getting the fancy ale as both sister walk back over with Nono holding the tray before nene places his Ale down onto his table, \u0026quot;There you are mister. If you need anything call for Nene and Nono.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T17:46:50.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488127610, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aron Pawpad smiled softly, giving a nod then. \u0026quot;Thank you dears.. Nothing for just yet, though, possibly for later, I may need more.\u0026quot; he said softly to them both, before taking a lonk drink from his lae, and places a gold piece on the table as a tip for them both.. Ah such curious things they were.. Hed never seen goat girls before.. and in such shapely outfits to boot.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:52:27.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488127947, "user": "Aron Pawpad" },           {                "content": "Silver Note blinks for a moment before he spoke, \u0026quot;Like the barmaid special. Is it different depending on the waitress?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T17:58:58.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488128338, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Nene and Nono smiles as Nono took the gold coin tip, \u0026quot;Thank you mister.\u0026quot; they say as they then walk off and to a empty table to sit down and wait.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENaomi looks at Silver softly nodding her head, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EYes. The barmaids name their own prices for what ever.....ummm...lewd services they are will to provide. So it would be a different price between barmaids.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T18:04:57.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488128697, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Silver Note opens his mouth a bit, blinking a bit, \u0026quot;Lewd services? Huh, that\u0026apos;s quite a surprise. Hmmm..\u0026quot; he closed his lips and rubs his chin for a moment while his tail hangs over on one end of the chair, \u0026quot;What service do you provide, Naomi?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe pony tilts his head to the side as he sips on some warm coffee.", "date": "2017-02-26T18:07:20.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488128840, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Aron Pawpad smiled, drinking at his ale, while listening to the other\u0026apos;s conversation. He peered again at the two younger girls, twins.. Very cute twins. He would nod to them both then, curious as ever now as he awaited their approach. \u0026quot;So.. barmaid special..?\u0026quot; he inquired, tilting his pint towards Naomi and the equine.. \u0026quot;I assume you two are part of this as well?\u0026quot; he inquired, waiting for a positive before continuing. \u0026quot;What are your costs..? Is.. room service included?\u0026quot; he teased at them.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T18:09:25.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488128965, "user": "Aron Pawpad" },           {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats Naomi looks over at Sliver, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EWell.....th-that depends on what you want and if you are willing to pay the price for the service.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; she says looking down at her coffe blushing before drinking it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENene and Nono walks over to Aron, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EDepending on what you want mister.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Nene says while Nono nods her head, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003ERoom service would be handle by another barmaid.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-02-26T18:31:23.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488130283, "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats" },           {                "content": "Aron Pawpad smiled to both of them.. though the room service bit was a slight disappointing.. as some things he preferred to be private. Ah well.. \u0026quot;Well.. anal.. oral.. Vaginal.. Just.. give me a breakdown of what the prices might e.. he said simly, relaxing back and eying them both\n", "date": "2017-02-26T18:32:54.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488130374, "user": "Aron Pawpad" },           {                "content": "Silver Note lets out small, low-pitched chuckle with his large went to pat on the orange cloth resting on Naomi\u0026apos;s shoulder as his eyes would look steadily into hers while his fingers massage along her skin through them, \u0026quot;Well, what do you offer, my dear? I like to know my options.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T18:37:27.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488130647, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Aron Pawpad noticed his barmaids had disappeared, and slowly returned to drinking his ale, while looking around the tavern, slowly but surely taking in to see if anyone else was there.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T19:23:37.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488133417, "user": "Aron Pawpad" },           {                "content": "Silver Note blinks and saw Naomi has left. Perhaps an emergency came up? A shame, he was waiting to hear more from the service she offers. There\u0026apos;s always next time, as they say.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENow he glances around the main room. Maybe there\u0026apos;s someone he can speak with if not find a barmaid?", "date": "2017-02-26T19:25:15.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488133515, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Silver Note takes another sip of coffee while he remained on his table.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T23:11:56.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488147116, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Aetharis having been busy for some time away from the tavern. He wasn\u0026apos;t one to leave for the few days he has been gone, though it was well worth the troubles after all he did get a new supply of food which was in need before the current stock would run out. Where did he get his food and the supplies, did coin go into the tavern or did he hunt and gather his self. All different ideas or thought\u0026apos;s could have been misled. Still it wasn\u0026apos;t easy for the process of keeping every thing in stock, what will happen now upon his return or nothing will happen. Keeping a keen eye out and ear out to listen for anything that might be out of place. New that the new workers would have every thing handled and thus wasn\u0026apos;t so much of a worry on his part.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T23:15:47.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488147347, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Silver Note returned hours later into the B\u0026amp;M Tavern. He still wore the light grey hooded cloak with his brown tunic and black pants on his tall frame. The toned stallion smacks his lips as if he was hungry for a meal as he took a seat and waited with a sack of coin clipped to a belt on his left hip.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T00:42:15.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488066135, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Illyana Stormshield strode into the rather welcoming looking tavern, her sandals clicking on the floorboards with quiet thuds. As she looked around, the slender girl\u0026apos;s white skirt swished around her lean, pale thighs and she kept her hands at her sides. A simple short sword was sheathed at her side, the broad leather belt tight around her waist. After a moment to eye the interior, she looked around at the surprisingly few patrons that were awake before nodding and moving to take a seat near the bar.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T00:58:05.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488067085, "user": "Illyana Stormshield" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond entered the tavern rather quietly - quietly for someone wearing chainmail and breastplate. Rather quietly, for someone having a sword on his side and metal boots on his feet. But he got used to it. While others may get annoyed by the clanking of metal that would ensure whenever he takes even a single tiny step, he pretends that it\u0026apos;s silence. And with such methods, he claims for himself the most remote chairs at the bar, almost sneaking towards it, sitting down, and beginning to wait for the bartender to arrive, taking his time to look around to see if anyone is here he could chat with.\n", "date": "2017-02-26T01:02:32.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488067352, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Aetharis entered the tavern once more and seen every one getting along so well, with the smile he quietly slips past them all and ended up in the kitchen getting things put away. Even made sure to leave them alone for now. After all there is a time soon that he will announce his self to them all. First part is make sure it is all put away before doing anything else. Snacking on some jerky that was made hours ago, there for the male finally finished after a few minutes of doing stuff. Coming out of the back of the kitchen Aetharis would make sure to check on each one of them, \u0026quot; hello every one, I hope you all are enjoying your selves. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-02-26T01:13:30.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488068010, "user": "Aetharis" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. febr. 26., vasárnap, 10:40:30" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Nerys Windborn Snow. Why was it always snow... The dragon-like chimera grumbles under her breath as she nears the hillside tavern. Wrapped in a thick coat, with a handmade leather and wood-framed pack on her back, her torso was rather warm. It was her woolen pants filling with snow and her almost-bare paws that were colder than they had any right to be, despite her having flown much of the last day. As she touched the door handle, she hesitates a moment, double checking that her bonewood, rune-carved and enchanted bow and her wing-hiding amulet were in place and secure, then opening the front door to slip in, hoping there\u0026apos;s a roaring fire like the flickering light might suggest...\n", "date": "2017-03-01T19:39:00.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488393540, "user": "Nerys Windborn" },           {                "content": "Aetharis With in the walls of the tavern, two fires were present on both sides of the hall. Despite it\u0026apos;s location it seemed well built to last for ages and most of what was used to build might be only seen in places that relate to royal palaces. Yet this place was far from such, aroma of food being cook in the kitchen. Male half-elf looking male with white hair and emerald eyes, cooking away. Knowing full well what the winter and snow would bring into this place. Thus the need to make a decent meal for guests or patrons, thoughts running through his mind while considering that something else might show up in due time. Didn\u0026apos;t know if any one had arrived or even entered the tavern.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:04:24.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488395064, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Nerys Windborn A sigh of relief, and the dragonling slides over to a chair near the hearthfires, shedding her pack and coat in one fluid movement and simply enjoying the heat for the moment as she looks around. A... rather unusual place, given what she\u0026apos;s seen over the past cycle, thought not for the worst.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EEventually though, she stands up, making her way to the counter and gently rapping on the wood. \u0026quot;Hello? Would you happen to be the proprieter, sir elf?\u0026quot; She asks, her soprano voice light in quiet air of the tavern.", "date": "2017-03-01T20:08:15.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488395295, "user": "Nerys Windborn" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Heard something behind him and smiled, when turning around the male looked at the female dragonling. \u0026quot; Well that would be yes and the owner too. So how can I help you miss. \u0026quot; Looking her over, curious to what she might be all in one, or even if she had more than just dragon to her. Still remained calm and collected while examining the body of the other. \u0026quot; Pretty bad weather out there, will be that way for a few days. \u0026quot; Speaking lightly and indifferent from her, yet his wasn\u0026apos;t something like elven kind, more like something primordial that should have existed in the first place.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:17:18.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488395838, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Nerys Windborn It was... rather difficult to tell, but there was evidence at least of felines in her ears and lack of any sort of horns, avian in her feathered wings, and given the way her scales dance in the light, perhaps there\u0026apos;s more to her that owes no origin to any known animals. \u0026quot;Just a warm meal and a warm bed for a few days.\u0026quot; She replies, wry smile on her muzzle and her triangular ears perked forward. She\u0026apos;s got a powerful psionic presence, this one, and she does note the primordial nature of the elf... if he chooses to reveal his secrets though, that\u0026apos;s something else entirely, and she sets her curiosity aside as she retrieves her coinpurse from her pack.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:22:52.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488396172, "user": "Nerys Windborn" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Nodding before smiling, \u0026quot; will do, no problem and you are in luck I am just cooking up a meal. \u0026quot; Informed her that she didn\u0026apos;t have to wait to long before having a warm meal in her stomach. \u0026quot; As for the bed, it\u0026apos;s up stairs, many rooms to choose from. \u0026quot; Nodding before going back to cooking the meal for the lady and his self. Felt hungry for the while of keeping track of how he does his meals. More to most it didn\u0026apos;t really help with the hole place warm and comfortable to his patrons and guests which may visit at any point in time.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:27:31.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488396451, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Nerys Windborn \u0026quot;Seems my knack for timing still seems to work.\u0026quot; She murmurs with a laugh, settling into a chair to wait with a little rumbling purr as she enjoys the warmth. \u0026quot;What is your name, sir? I\u0026apos;m Nerys Windborn, hunter and traveling mage.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:31:23.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488396683, "user": "Nerys Windborn" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; It\u0026apos;s good to meet you Nerya, I am Aetharis as for much to know, just a tavern owner, a retired adventurer. \u0026quot; All he said for the most remaining time, just as he finished the meal and served it to her. Sitting down across from her to eat and enjoy the meal with out worry or even caring what might happen or if anything did happen.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:34:23.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488396863, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Nerys Windborn Once again, she reaches for her purse. \u0026quot;...How much do I owe you, Sir Aetharis?\u0026quot; She asks, browridge quirked in question, her stomach growling at the scent of food right in front of her, though she wills herself to wait until her debt is settled.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:36:04.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488396964, "user": "Nerys Windborn" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckled a little and smiled, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry first night is free, after all think of it as a sample of the taverns food and beds to rest in. \u0026quot; With that he would slide her plate towards her before eating some of his own. Not minding it all, actually he was listening to what she is saying.\n", "date": "2017-03-01T20:37:43.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488397063, "user": "Aetharis" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. márc. 1., szerda, 10:37:41" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Aetharis nodding then looked at her and examined her close enough to smile, \u0026quot; well then I can take you through the hiring process, but that would mean you would have to follow me. \u0026quot; Once he finished speaking and looked at the other two females, before walking away from them only to head towards the room in the back of the bar, it was decent and well open with space, still he would make sure to do what was needed. \u0026quot; I will be a few minutes ladies, need to see how well the new barmaid will work out. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:03:27.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488445407, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Vindicta and Gorvek nodded, before drinking the last of her water, and making her way down to the barrel, to pour herself some mead, while preparing some gold coins for payment. She then turned her attention to Ashley. \u0026quot;What do you think happens in there?\u0026quot; she asked, though she didn\u0026apos;t really seem all that interested, instead just taking a swig of the mead.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:05:41.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488445541, "user": "Vindicta and Gorvek" },           {                "content": "AshleyStars shrugged slightly, sliding onto a stool at the bar. \u0026apos;Probably all sorts of things.. Depending on your preference.\u0026apos;\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:08:21.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488445701, "user": "AshleyStars" },           {                "content": "Bona Bell would follow behind Aetharis, her tail naturally swaying from side to side. A little hop being in her step as she walked, her hoofs gently clacking aginst the stone floor \u0026quot;Sounds like you\u0026apos;re going to test me out sir, and without knowing my name~\u0026quot; she had a teasing tone to her rather honey like voice, but it also had a southern sound to it.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:10:06.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488445806, "user": "Bona Bell" },           {                "content": "Aetharis nodding, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry we will get to know one another when it comes time. \u0026quot; Once in the back room he would shut the door and looking at her with a smile, \u0026quot; alright take all of your clothing off and then get ready, and by that make sure you offer your self. Helps to know how serious you are about wanting the job. \u0026quot; Once he finished speaking the male didn\u0026apos;t waste time to undress in front of her. Fully erected and ready to go.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:14:22.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488446062, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Vindicta and Gorvek nodded slowly at that, before moving back to the notice board to see if there was anything of interest to her.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:18:08.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488446288, "user": "Vindicta and Gorvek" },           {                "content": "Bona Bell eyes went a little wide before she went back to smiling. She pulls her long braid onto her shoulder to unravel it, letting her hair free. She would then pull at the string on the back of her dress, untying it, she then slips her arm out of the sleeves of the dress, making the dress fall to the ground and surronding her hooves \u0026quot;Someone seems eager.\u0026quot; she joked before pulling off the cloth she had on around her privates. Bone then kicks her dress to the side and looks up at Aetharis \u0026quot;How would you like me to offer myself sir?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:23:18.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488446598, "user": "Bona Bell" },           {                "content": "Aetharis licking his lips as the smile crawls across his face and then pointed to the bench. \u0026quot; Lay down on the bench and spread your legs, this is just a simple process so it will be a one time during this. \u0026quot; With that he\u0026apos;d wait for her and if she does, the male lowered his self on top of her with the head of his length pressing against her slit. Wasn\u0026apos;t long before she can feel it being shoved into her depths, even his mouth would latch onto her breasts. Suckling on Bona\u0026apos;s nipples, thrusting back and forth keeping a steady motion.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:27:47.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488446867, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Bona Bell had gotten onto the bench, a smirk on her face while she would teasingly and slowly spread her legs open for him. She would bite her bottom lip and lean her head back as he would go inside of her, a small gasp comes from her as well when her latched onto one of her nipples \u0026quot;I haven\u0026apos;t been milked in a while now~\u0026quot; she teased while giving out soft moans each time he would thrust into her.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:37:59.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488447479, "user": "Bona Bell" },           {                "content": "Aetharis slamming into her each time and suckling more on her nipple, but soon she\u0026apos;d find both of her nipples now between his lips. Suckling on both, even drinking anything that came out. Head of his hard length would enter her womb each time he thrust-ed into her, letting her have all of his length with out question. Keeping in mind that it was to be this way and already seeing her as a potential barmaid, just the ways she is acting.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:40:48.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488447648, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Bona Bell continued to moan softly because she didn\u0026apos;t want to be to loud to where she might disturb paterons. Her arms rested on his shoulders and her fingers gently digging and rubing his back. Some milk would come out of her nipples but not a whole lot. Some drool seeps out of the corner of her small mouth, and drip down the side of her face. Her lower body starts to tense up as her insides would start to spasm around his member, and warm liquid coming out of her love hole.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:51:37.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488448297, "user": "Bona Bell" },           {                "content": "Aetharis enjoying his self more and more, but it wouldn\u0026apos;t be long before the male will climax inside of her. Drinking her milk even if it was a little at a time, having something that he can drink while going at it made it all the better. Roughly increased his speed and how hard he was thrusting to get more of a maximum effect of sending waves of pleasure through her. Even lapped at her nipples with his tongue, rubbing the tips, both motions constant and defined.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T10:54:50.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488448490, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Bona Bell \u0026apos;s eyes looked down at the male, one of her hands going to the back of his head and starting to play with his hair. Soft humming would come from her while she smiled. Her green eyes seem to have a glazed effect on them now while she panted softly \u0026quot;This was fun.\u0026quot; she whispered to him\n", "date": "2017-03-02T11:10:51.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488449451, "user": "Bona Bell" },           {                "content": "Aetharis nodding with out a sound just as he felt it, the male slammed into her once more letting loose streams of seed. Filling her womb with each pulse the length made, letting it all flow into her completely. Breaking away from her breasts, \u0026quot; indeed it was done and now as your boss, I am Aetharis, good you have you working here. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-02T11:12:43.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488449563, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Bona Bell sits up only slightly, and gently starts to rub her nipples \u0026quot;You sucked a little hard Aetharis...and I\u0026apos;m Bona Bell, Bona or Bell for short.\u0026quot; one of her hands moves away from her breast and down to her privates, rubbing it a little \u0026quot;I also didn\u0026apos;t except for you to cum in me.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-02T11:17:07.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488449827, "user": "Bona Bell" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; well then Bell, I am full of surprises, no matter, you are one with the place and I believe you will do fine. \u0026quot; Speaking before he would pull out a outfit for her and set it next to her before smiling and giving her a small bow, getting dress once more. \u0026quot; Oh and think of it as a bonus for being hired, didn\u0026apos;t know if you wanted me to pull out. \u0026quot; With that he teased her before leaving the back room to join with the others.\n", "date": "2017-03-02T11:19:34.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488449974, "user": "Aetharis" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. márc. 2., csütörtök, 10:03:15" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Silver Note Howdy. Is anyone up?\n", "date": "2017-03-03T17:44:15.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488559455, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti yawned aloud as she entered the rather quiet tavern. \u0026quot;Hm...so anyone alive in this remote tavern?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:19:55.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488561595, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raises his arm. \u0026quot;I think I\u0026apos;m sober and alive... I think...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:20:52.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488561652, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Silver Note blinks as he was sitting on a lone table by himself, \u0026quot;Im waiting for someone myself. Could be the waitresses are busy at the moment.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:21:15.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488561675, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks around, thinking that as there is no one to bring him drink, he might as well get himself busy by other means... \u0026quot;And what brings such a beautiful elven lady here, in such sleepy moments?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:23:05.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488561785, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti shrugged her bared shoulders as she moved to take a seat at the bar, hopping up onto a bar stool and hastily crossing her legs at mid thigh while allowing her stocking clad feet to dangle under herself, cut-outs in the stockings leaving her toes and heels bared. \u0026quot;Well I figured I might as well pop into a tavern rather than simply wandering around outside. Besides, I felt like I could use a drink.\u0026quot; With that, she glanced towards the bar, eyeing the alcohol on the counter.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:26:48.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488562008, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed at the mere mention of alcohol. \u0026quot;Ah, thou came at the wrong time, beautiful lady... I\u0026apos;m afraid there is no one to serve the wanted juice for us at the moment... we have been waiting for that for a long time too... so long, that we fell asleep. Unless you intend to steal or something...\u0026quot; he said to her, just yawning once again, then taking a good look at his own armour. \u0026quot;Feels like an eternity...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:28:45.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488562125, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti rose an eyebrow in return, \u0026quot;Is that all people are waiting on? Well in that case...\u0026quot; The elf sits up in her stool before leaning over the bar counter to grab herself a bottle of ale, the motion causing her red dress to show off quite a bit of her backside before she sat back down. Smirking, bottle in hand, she openned the alcohol and casually sipped at it. \u0026quot;Anyone else care for some?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:32:21.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488562341, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stood up and before he even said anything, a bottle of red wine began to fly into his hand - telekinessis. \u0026quot;I guess I\u0026apos;ll take some wine then, opening it up. \u0026quot;Good vintage. It\u0026apos;s a shame that its creator cannot be thanked for in form of coin.\u0026quot; said the paladin, immediately maker it clear what was his class... then he began to look at the dark elf. Almost like staring. Then drinking. Then staring. Then drinking.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:34:34.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488562474, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti did not bother pouring herself a glass of ale, but just sipped at it. After taking a moment to smooth out her red skirt once more, she glanced back to the bar counter, \u0026quot;Well if you feel like the bar tender deserves some manner of payment, you could just leave a few coins behind the counter for him to collect later. Considering the place is so quiet I doubt anyone would pick them up instead of the owner.\u0026quot; Despite her words, the brown elf herself certainly did not leave behind any coin for the ale.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:37:29.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488562649, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026quot;I will consider it...\u0026quot; he mumbled, and just continued to drink from the bottle, not using any glasses. but still, the elven beauty caught his attention. It\u0026apos;s not that he had a thing for elves, let alone dark elves... \u0026quot;I suppose the rooms up there are equally underguarded as the drinks...Or rather, the keys to them.\u0026quot; he remarked. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m surprised some tramps did not make their way into here already... Unless we are the bums occupying the abandoned tavern...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:41:36.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488562896, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti \u0026quot;Well perhaps the brothel maids are all asleep upstairs. After all, this is a brothel after all yet I see no maids about.\u0026quot; Continuing to remain perched atop her stool, she allowed her slender legs to slowly sway under her seat while looking towards the male. \u0026quot;So, what brings you about? Seeing as there are no maids about, I doubt it can be for the brothel business.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:43:44.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563024, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Silver Note watches the two with his ears flickering about, rubbing his chin softly as the morning passes by peacefully.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:45:16.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563116, "user": "Silver Note" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had to scratch his own head a lot to think of a proper answer for her to give. \u0026quot;Me? I\u0026apos;m a regular guest... I mostly come here to drink and sleep, and that... Nevermind. People pass by all the time.\u0026quot; he mentions casually. As for the brother business.... \u0026quot;I am not the kind that makes use of such services, for even if I wanted to, I would not catch their attention. As for the maids... There used to be a blond maid here, but... She ran away. Along with her lover. But that is a very long story, for a different time...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:46:54.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563214, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti offered a casual wave to the unicorn and even held aloft her bottle of ale as if to invite him for a drink before turning her gaze back to Stephanus. \u0026quot;Well if you are a regular here, what seems to happen around here most of the time? Or is it always so quiet?\u0026quot; Adding in quickly, the short brown elf added, \u0026quot;Oh, and call me Kaylin please.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:48:49.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563329, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026quot;Right, Kaylin... in that case, my name is Stephanus Tavilrond. As for what happens here... it is usually rather quiet. The last time something interesting happened, I was unfortunately absent. I heard people fornicated, but given how I was not there to witness it, it may be an exaggeration... Usually it is just as quiet as just now. Just a few individuals having a private conversation.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:50:28.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563428, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti could not help but rise a single thin eyebrow in question, \u0026quot;Fornication in the tavern? Sounds as if there must have been some really good brothel maids on duty that day. I wonder what triggered such a reaction...?\u0026quot; Sipping at her ale as she seemed to consider, the elf continued once more after a moment, \u0026quot;Well speaking of maids, did the brothel members have some sort of uniform? I\u0026apos;m surprised none are around now to tend to the two of you.\u0026quot; She said while gesturing to both Stephanus and the unicorn.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:56:56.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563816, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but feel tempted to sigh and laugh simultaneously... so what he let out was a sarcastic laugh. \u0026quot;Haha... Well, they do wear a uniform, but they seem to be more preoccupied with other ladies than someone like me...\u0026quot; a sarcastic laugh that betrays a lament about a lack of female attention he would like to receive. \u0026quot;If any of them were by me side, I suppose we wouldn\u0026apos;t be talking now, would we?\u0026quot; he raised the question. \u0026quot;Granted, you look a lot prettier than any of them...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T18:59:56.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488563996, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti would just roll her amber elven eyes in response before staring back to the man, \u0026quot;Right....I\u0026apos;m sure you\u0026apos;ve \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003Enever\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E said that before to a drinking partner.\u0026quot; The elf girl\u0026apos;s own words were dripping with sarcasm. \u0026quot;Still, I guess when there is no competition around its not hard being the prettiest in the room.\u0026quot; She shrugged once more before uncrossing her legs and squirming in her seat.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:04:46.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488564286, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond felt like being ironically honest, just for the sake of ironic sarcasm. \u0026quot;I think I might have said that to one female drinking partner so far... maybe two...\u0026quot; a deliberate response to her. Then one more sip from the wine he still had with himself. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not that I have a fetish for elves or anything like that...\u0026quot; even though darker-skinned elves have an easy job catching his attention. \u0026quot;What about you? Did you come for the brother services?\u0026quot; he asked, immediately regretting asking such a question. If she plays for the wrong team, all this sweet-talk will have been for nothing.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:07:47.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488564467, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti merely offered a hesitant shake of her head in response, long white hair draping down her back all the way to her rear. \u0026quot;Well no, not really. I\u0026apos;ll admit there was some appeal to a brothel, though in truth I wanted for the drink and some time off my feet more than just watching girls in skimpy outfits.\u0026quot; Her own red dress draped down to her knees, though a single slit ran up one side of the outfit to show off her skin all the way up to her hip as well as show off the black strap of an undergarment tied at her waist.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:11:04.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488564664, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took another good look at the elf he was talking to, albeit trying to to be as suspicious as before. \u0026quot;Well, have to say, hard to compete with that... The last time I heard, even Dark Elven land, even priestesses wear such clothes...\u0026quot; he remarked. \u0026quot;But maybe we should count our blessings... the absence of anyone else to talk to gave you an opportunity to hear the way things are from a regular\u0026apos;s point of view... Most guests are so preoccupied, if two people started fornicating under a table, they wouldn\u0026apos;t even notice... Or maybe they would, but wouldn\u0026apos;t care. Such a strange world.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:15:00.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488564900, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti laughed briefly at Stephanus\u0026apos; words. \u0026quot;Fornicating under tables yet no maids on duty. Makes me glad I got off the floor indeed!\u0026quot; Self consciously she looked down towards her bared feet clad only in the black stockings before looking around at the floor for any suspicious puddles. While doing so, she shrugged back to the man, \u0026quot;As for dark elves in skimpy clothes, well its merely our culture to not care about being as modest as most humans prefer. It always seemed silly to cover up from head to toe just for the sake of being covered entirely.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:17:40.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488565060, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond added \u0026quot;Fornicating under the tables, even when there are maids on duty, I might add... Not a single soul cares. Well, except the likes of me, who are struck with intense feelings of jealousy and envy...\u0026quot; he laughed, but part of him was sarcastically laughing at his own self-pitying. \u0026quot;Hell, I remember seeing two people do similar things on a chair. On a chair! Would you believe that?!\u0026quot; - \u0026quot;I guess everyone was a bit too drunk that day...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:22:18.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488565338, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti waved a hand in a dismissive gesture before speaking, \u0026quot;Well I suppose I won\u0026apos;t judge them for having fun...just so long as anyone doing that doesn\u0026apos;t leave behind \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003Etoo\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E big of a mess.\u0026quot; Blushing slightly at the idea of stepping in someone\u0026apos;s left behind puddle of love-making, the elf shook her head once more, \u0026quot;Still, I suppose a nice and friendly tavern like this is preferred to the stuck-up, overly pious taverns back in the city. Those places get boring! At least we have proper maids here...well...when they are actually around.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:26:39.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488565599, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughed a bit at her idea. While he himself was a pious knight, he found a dark-elven beauty like Kaylin too hard to resist... Even paladins have their flaws. He even blushed at the idea of staring at her and asking her questions would normally deem inapropriate... But he did anyway. \u0026quot;I wouldn\u0026apos;t mind having fun with someone like you... I don\u0026apos;t believe a big mess would be left.\u0026quot; but few would be there to clean it up. Absent maids, perhaps?\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:28:58.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488565738, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti blushed a little harder even as a smirk formed at the edges of her lips. \u0026quot;Well I appreciate the offer...though even if we dark elves prefer light attire...its not as if we go out looking for quick \u0026apos;messy\u0026apos; fun.\u0026quot; Sipping at her ale, the elf girl sat upright in her stool with her legs crossed at mid thigh once more. \u0026quot;Besides, I thought you were not the sort to take advantage of such brothel services, even if I am not a brothel member?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:34:01.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488566041, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but blush himself as well, and try to hide it by drinking the last drops of the wine he had. \u0026quot;Taking advantage? No... I would prefer something we would mutually enjoy... Something more... loving.\u0026quot; he said, leaving it ambigious what exactly was he referring to. \u0026quot;Something more slow-starting, the opposite of quick...\u0026quot; he added. Then he returned to looking at her once again. Suddenly, all her was looking much more seductive to him than before, even if she wasn\u0026apos;t even assuming such a stance, or attempting to assume. Especially her lips, those caught his attention even more now.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:37:49.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488566269, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti continued to look back at hte man while her eyebrow reamined risen in question. \u0026quot;Oh, I think I am far more comfortable over here atop my nice, clean stool and with this bottle.\u0026quot; She shook the tall container of ale, having already sipped down more than a few drinks worth of the fluid. \u0026quot;Though...\u0026quot; Again the brown elf\u0026apos;s lips curled into a grin, \u0026quot;If you just want to pleasure yourself I certainly would not judge you. After all, if patrons fornicate in here all the time like you said, I doubt someone tending to themselves will be that odd at all.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:43:14.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488566594, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his his head at the mere suggestion of such things, while his face remained red... Then he quickly got up and sat right next to the elf, on a different chair. \u0026quot;Did you say something, beautiful one?\u0026quot; he said, deliberately looking at her, into her eyes, on purpose to embarrass her. He is deliberately trying to make her blush... and unless she slaps him just for getting so close to her, or simply walks away, he gets even bolder and places his hand onto her lap, like there is no tomorrow.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:46:40.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488566800, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti returned the glance and only blushed lightly in return even as his hand rested atop her skirt clad lap. She did rise an eyebrow at the gesture, though she found it more weird than bold for him to do so. \u0026quot;I said you could just pleasure yourself if you are looking to enjoy yourself with. I would not judge you. Besides, with the place so quiet I doubt anyone else would care either.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:49:32.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488566972, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond continued to deliberately stare at her and be close to her, while resting his hand atop her lap. \u0026quot;But where is the fun in that?\u0026quot; he asked. And while he was asking that simply question, the hand he had on her lap began to move slowly, to rub her leg. All while he maintained - or at least tried to maintian - eye contact. \u0026quot;It would be a sin to do that in the company of such a beautiful lady...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:51:50.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488567110, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti shook her head once more, that long white hair swaying behind her. \u0026quot;Well I will promise you now it\u0026apos;s not a sin just to enjoy yourself. Besides, I am far more comfortable as I am at the moment.\u0026quot; She did not push his hand from her skirt clad lap, though did look down at the hand atop her thighs in question.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:54:23.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488567263, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond decided to get even bolder, and instead of replying to her, he went ahead and... tried to kiss her lips sneakingly, by letting his head gravitate towards hers, as if he wanted to say something even more important, to whisper... but then, betreyal would come, and his sneak attack with it. Regardless whether he would meet resistance or not, his other hand also made its way to her legs, and both of his hands would travel upwards, towards her hips. A bold, and risky move, one that may even get him killed, if he is not careful.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T19:57:52.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488567472, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Kaylin Vash-ti rose that eyebrow in question when he leaned forward as if to whisper, only to all of a sudden have his kiss brush against her own lips. Quickly pulling away, she blushed a little heavier while hastily reaching down to push his hands off of her legs. Even with her cheeks red in blush, she glared up at the male, \u0026quot;And what was that for? Getting \u0026apos;handsy\u0026apos; won\u0026apos;t convince me to provide pleasure for you.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-03T20:03:40.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488567820, "user": "Kaylin Vash-ti" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond must have felt rather awkward after the incident that followed his poor attempt at getting handsy. With his hands away from the elven beauty, and neven further than his original goal... He had no way of answering to her question of \u0026apos;what was that for?\u0026apos;. He made his attempt at her, and now that it failed, he could only hope that she would not spread any rumors of him. Still, he had no luck in finding words to throw back at her... just stare like a surprised child, or a statue. As if he was shocked - but in reality, he was merely feigning confusion, as he that was a better alternative to throwing random words he would struggle to find.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T20:07:24.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488568044, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Wolfgang Silvermane wanders into the tavern, the eight foot tall, \u003Ca href=\"https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/6008677.jpg\"\u003Ehulking werewolf\u003C/a\u003E having to duck through the doorway just to get in. The canine was wearing nothing but a fur loincloth around his waist to cover his crotch, but everything else was showing; those huge pecs, strong abs, and bulky arms were visible for everyone to see as he sat down at the bar.\n", "date": "2017-03-03T20:46:19.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488570379, "user": "Wolfgang Silvermane" },           {                "content": "Wolfgang Silvermane looks around the tavern, sniffing the air a little bit as the lycan leans forward and keeps to himself for now, or until he\u0026apos;s approached\n", "date": "2017-03-03T21:00:48.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1488571248, "user": "Wolfgang Silvermane" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. márc. 3., péntek, 12:59:22" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Syl Icepaw \u0026quot;Hello?\u0026quot; A small voice echoed as a feline stepped into the grand hall of the tavern. She kept her hands close to her chest, looking around in awe of the building she entered. The candle light glowed off of her face and her eyes adjusted to the dim environment as she meandered into the space of the bar and tavern.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:19:45.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490732385, "user": "Syl Icepaw" },           {                "content": "Aetharis had actually been doing many things this time around even prepared a cooked meal which he had sat on the bars counter with a sign \u0026apos; free food \u0026apos; was being kind this day and enjoyed some company. With that the male with white hair and emerald eyes. Looking like a half-elf, but there was more to him than most would think of. How ever some just believed him just a normal half elf. Still the male was busy but only stopped long enough to notice the female that entered and he smiled with a cup in one and hand the other a cloth used to wipe the tankard down with to clean it. \u0026quot; Welcome to the tavern and how may I help you miss? \u0026quot; Knew it would be right to help a patron out with something they needed.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:21:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490732498, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Syl Icepaw looked around to find the source of the voice, only to smile when she was greeted with a kind service. \u0026quot;Hello, I was wandering outside and found this tavern in my travels.\u0026quot; She stepped forward towards the counter where the elf hybrid stood behind. \u0026quot;Might I by chance be able to both for some food and drink?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:23:59.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490732639, "user": "Syl Icepaw" },           {                "content": "Aetharis nodded and used the fresh cleaned tankard and walked over to the keg of cold water. Filling it up before walking back over and setting it down in front of her on the wooden surface. \u0026quot; Here you go miss, and there is food too right here on the counter, plenty to go around all cooked here and prepared. \u0026quot; Showing her all the different types of foods, even meat with held the juices and some more snacks to go along with the main course. It was all there in the open ready to be picked at and ate.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:28:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490732918, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Reptilian Lillian The clanking of glass bottles could be heard as the doors to the tavern opened. Standing in the doorway was a cloaked reptilian woman with flowers adorning her and a large bag of potions. She slung the rucksack off her back and stood still, admiring the architecture of this grand tavern. She fiddled in her pockets to quickly recount her coppers from today\u0026apos;s sales, while idly looking around. Seemingly empty, her eyes then fixated on two others across the way from her. Some holy looking fellow and a petite leopard type. She figured one had to be the proprietor of the establishment, so she stepped toward the two. \u0026quot;Err.. excuse me..\u0026quot; her voice was like a hissing whisper as she spoke. \u0026quot;Does this tavern have rooms for rent? I\u0026apos;ve been in town all day and won\u0026apos;t make it home before nightfall at this rate.\u0026quot; Her eyes fixated on the banquet of food before her.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:29:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490732978, "user": "Reptilian Lillian" },           {                "content": "Aetharis kept his ear out but he would look at the new female that entered and smiled. \u0026quot; Yes we can rooms open and no worries, first night is free. \u0026quot; Once he stopped and thought about it the male would make sure to bring the lady a tankard of water for her. It would appear that he didn\u0026apos;t ask for money when the water was set before her. Even informed her that the food on the counter is free to dig into. As it was on the house for a meal. A small token to those that come and go, some willing to stay as well. Breathing lightly curious to what all might have this time around. It was interesting to find out what could happen as that was the interesting part of his own being.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:36:43.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490733403, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Reptilian Lillian smiles softly and grasps the water before her, bringing it to her lips and taking a hearty drink. \u0026quot;Thank you, you\u0026apos;re very kind,\u0026quot; she assures, helping herself to a bit of the feast, picking at the various vegetables he had presented. As she looks over the myriad of meat, she is a bit furrowed but reserves her tongue in lieu of the strange man\u0026apos;s hospitality. \u0026quot;My name is Lillian. I\u0026apos;m a potions trader who travels around this area. Are you the owner of this tavern?\u0026quot; She sits at the table with her small pile of vegetables, her long grey tail swishing behind her and coiling her back closely as she eats.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:41:19.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490733679, "user": "Reptilian Lillian" },           {                "content": "Len Herzschein pushed through the door, her free hand on the hilt of her sword- adjusting and pushing it out of the way so that she could walk through without bumping the exposed blade on anything. For the quality of the weapon and her heavily embellished armor, both silver, she didn\u0026apos;t carry herself much like a fighter, more like someone who\u0026apos;d been born into the kind of money that bought such frivilous and expensive equipment. Despite the overly revealing outfit, flaunting her body as much as her wealth, she kept her head a bit low as she entered, avoiding eye contact with anyone on her way up to the bar, where she produced- in the magical sense- a single gold coin from her palm and rested it gingerly on the counter, softly clearing her throat, not wanting to interrupt anyone. Her glowing blue eyes shot brief glances between the barman and the trader.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:46:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490733974, "user": "Len Herzschein" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; yes I am the owner. \u0026quot; With that he answered her question before long it came to his mind that she shared her name. \u0026quot; I am Aetharis, it is nice to meet you Lillian, do hope you will enjoy your stay here. \u0026quot; Speaking no more before the male even ate some of the meat and vegetables his self. Seeming quite content with what was happening. Being as it was the male noticed the female entering before nodding to the one in front of him. After that he walked in front of the one known as Len. A smile before words, \u0026quot; welcome miss, anything I can help you with today. Have some free food and let me get you some water. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else he left only for a moment to come back with another tankard of water. Setting it down in front of her before moving between the to ladies that in case they needed something he could answer and help them in any way.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:49:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490734172, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Reptilian Lillian Feeling a bit tense by the arrival of the newcomer, Lillian adjusted her cloak a bit. Her slick skin seemed to shine in the candlelight as she turned back to Aetharis. \u0026quot;Well you are a very gracious host, I must say. I wasn\u0026apos;t expecting such a humble welcome. Few are open to one such as this,\u0026quot; she says, gesturing to her tail and beastly form. She bows slightly in appreciation. Her eyes then fixate on the other female. \u0026quot;Hello madame. I hope you are having a lovely evening,\u0026quot; she says simply, idly going back to enjoying her meal.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:55:03.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490734503, "user": "Reptilian Lillian" },           {                "content": "Len Herzschein again shot the reptile a furtive glance. In response to her greeting Len nodded, still avoiding eye contact. She did, however, produce another gold coin from the small dimensional pocket in her palm. Setting it down on the counter as well, she slid it towards her neighbor, before timidly pointing a finger at the bag the reptile had by her, the one filled with potions. Len looked at the bag more directly than she did the trader, curiously following the shapes of the bottles as if trying to guess their contents.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T22:59:26.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490734766, "user": "Len Herzschein" },           {                "content": "Aetharis sighed, \u0026quot; that is true not many places will do this with out some type of reason needed, but here it is on occasion of course there are time when I will provide a feast. \u0026quot; Once finished the male left the two females and did his own thing of cleaning and keeping it all in check. Even he would have made his self a good meal out of the crisp fresh baked bread and much else. Feeding his self, making sure to be ready any time they needed anything from him. Only then he would act much anything. Many things ran through the males mind and curiosity of what he should do. Hadn\u0026apos;t seen a few in a while.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T23:03:43.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490735023, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Reptilian Lillian gave Len an inquisitive glance, trying to discern her meaning before following her point to her bag. \u0026quot;Oh? Were you looking to buy a potion? I have a surplus of basic healing potions (people tend to go through them quickly in these parts), as well as some novelty spells in a bottle and potent herbs for cooking and brewing.\u0026quot; she says, getting a bit excited. She hoists her bag into her lap, setting a few potions on the table beside her plate. The Healing Potion was a swirling pink cloud within a red mist, housed in a hefty bottle. Lillian also set a few other types of potions, including a green pastey looking one, a purple froth, and a blue and green swirling vortex within a large cylinder. She beamed back toward Len. \u0026quot;What exactly are you looking for?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-03-28T23:05:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490735157, "user": "Reptilian Lillian" },           {                "content": "Len Herzschein Shyly, Len\u0026apos;s eyes went off to the left as she turned to face Lillian. She looked to the barman, poking the tips of her index fingers together as she waited for a moment when his back was turned. Briefly looking up into the salamander\u0026apos;s eyes, Len put her hands on her silver breastplates, cupping them, pressing them up into her grapefruit sized melons. Then she pulled her hands away, still keeping them cupped, invisibly holding a larger set in front of her. Blushing at her silent inquiry, Len folded her hands in her lap, sitting rather daintily on the stool.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T23:10:26.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490735426, "user": "Len Herzschein" },           {                "content": "puppyslut Aria wanders in, dagger at her side, and potions at her belt. Seems a new rogue has surfaced.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T23:11:06.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490735466, "user": "puppyslut Aria" },           {                "content": "Reptilian Lillian After a moment, Lillian grabs a small beige vial. \u0026quot;I think I might know what you\u0026apos;re getting at. This is Enlargo, it can marginally grow any area it\u0026apos;s applied to. You have to apply the entire vial to see any dramatic results, but makes a good topical cream for aesthetic changes\u0026quot; she says, trying to guile the potion up a bit. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s only 1 gold a vial, conveniently enough,\u0026quot; she adds, eyeing the previous spawned gold piece in Len\u0026apos;s hand. Lilly holds her hand out, the vial clutched in her other.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T23:18:26.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490735906, "user": "Reptilian Lillian" },           {                "content": "Aetharis smiled some before turning back around and looked at the two ladies before the new on that walked in. Thinking about it before he would leave them for now to enter the kitchen and start making something while keeping a good ear out for any one new. As well needing ot make sure he could hear if he was ever called out. Knew for a fact eventually some one wanted something, thus he was sure to leave some room to check on the ladies out side of the kitchen.\n", "date": "2017-03-28T23:20:31.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1490736031, "user": "Aetharis" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. márc. 28., kedd, 20:28:49" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Forya orders some mead and a bowl of pottage. :O\n", "date": "2017-04-30T22:29:02.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493584142, "user": "Forya" },           {                "content": "Aetharis entered the kitchen for a few moments before reappear with a bowl of pottage and a tankard of mead before setting it down on the table in front of Froya. \u0026quot; Here you go. \u0026quot; After that he would make his way back to the bar\u0026apos;s counter and start wiping it down lightly. Lightly humming to his self, minding his own business and what he could do to make changes or even the different styles of rooms. For now he\u0026apos;d wait on that. Helping a few in need would take up his time.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T22:33:20.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493584400, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion the large knightess entered unto the establishment, her blade was sheathed on her right hip, as her heavy armor clanked and rocked, resounding throughout the tavern, as the giant of a knight approached a small table, looking at the small wooden chairs, her bright orange eyes examining them, before she looked towards the bar, approaching it in her slow, heavy manner as she laid her heavy metal gauntlets onto the bar counter, \u0026quot;Greetings, what does thy tavern serve?\u0026quot; She asked, standing, her head nearly hitting the overhead of the bar, her large, armored form taking up a lot of space at the bar. A certaint radiance of heat coming from her form, her armors custom made shape implies that she had wide hips, and perhaps a fat chest.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T22:38:05.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493584685, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis heard the female knightess enter, but he was merely preoccupied at the moment putting things away. After than the half-elf looking male would turn around and face the female knight, nodding. \u0026quot; Well that would depend on what you would like to have miss. \u0026quot; Speaking clearly and honestly, since it wasn\u0026apos;t set in stone or written, she would be served almost anything she could have asked for. Even with out thinking about it, Amber would have a fresh tankard of water set in front of her on the wooden surface. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry water is free around here, no need for paying. \u0026quot; Examined her from head to toe, curious about many thoughts. Refrained from following those idea\u0026apos;s and kept to his self while serving the customers as needed for now.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T22:48:48.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493585328, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion the girl nodded in affirmation towards Aetharis, \u0026quot;Excellent, I\u0026apos;d like your most fiery ale that you have available.\u0026quot; She stated, shuffling her feet just a moment, as her hands rested closer to her form, she grasped the mug of water, it rested within her hand a few moments, before the pitcher started to steam lightly, before she pulled it up to take a nice large drink, \u0026quot;Before you grab my beverage, do you accept the Currency of the Northern Knight Legions? Black Irons?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T22:51:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493585474, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis nodded, then looked at her for a moment before then smiled at her. \u0026quot; Hmm well let me see this currency and we will see. \u0026quot; With that he would pull out three things, two large bottles of alcohol and a small vile filled with a mist substance. \u0026quot; Alright as for the fiery drinks this pink and dark colored one is the most. But I would refrain from choosing the pink one for safety reasons . \u0026quot; With that he did put it away. And popped the cork of the darker colored bottle and poured out a black liquid that seemed to boil while it nearly filled up the tankard. After that he pulled out a small piece of chocolate and dropped it into the liquid before it would stop boiling and turned white. When it was done he opened the vile containing the mist and let some of it pour across the top and corked it once more. Stirring it into the drink as the mist started to roll out of the cup. \u0026quot; Now be careful, it has a bite and kick when drinking. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T22:57:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493585864,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she smirked watching him gather the materials to make the drink, meanwhile, she fished unto her coin purse to retreieve a steelish looking coin, it was made out of Black Iron ore, an ore only found in the deepest sections of the mountains to the north, it was heard of to make their incredibly strong armor, that was durable versus flame, the iron had mostly faded from obscurity, as most of the northern knights had been killed, aside from the obvious one standing before the bar counter, \u0026quot;If they do not interest you, I have gold pieces as well. I am just traveling, and sharing a piece of my people\u0026apos;s history with establishments I find is most promising.\u0026quot; The large woman\u0026apos;s voice was remarkably calm and gentle, despite her size, and heat based nature.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T23:01:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493586077,                "user": "Amber Oblivion"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis took the coin between fingers and started looking at it in closer detail, smiling a little before he would then put it behind the counter smiling. \u0026quot; Well then that is fine, wouldn\u0026apos;t hurt to take some new currency. With a different type of coin should provide a better way of paying. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t say much after that and watched her closely, \u0026quot; though it looks similar to the ore I occasionally get from a special area. Though it is entirely different and falls from the sky from the sun. \u0026quot; Speaking as if he was interested in the coin as well the ore. From that he would shake his head and look at her once more. \u0026quot; Enjoy your self, any thing else you might need and just ask I will be happy to help you the best I can. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T23:07:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493586468,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Amber Oblivion teh girl\u0026apos;s armor was made of the same ore that the coin was made of, though it seemed much more refined, more steel like, perhaps an even rarer version of the ore/metal. Amber smiled accepting her drink as she took a low sip from it, \u0026quot;Ah~ Quite delicious, not a lot of drinks in this world can contend with my heat, so this is very good.\u0026quot; The ashen skinned woman was quite beautiful for her size, her skin smooth as silk, and her skin ashen pale. It was quite interesting to say the least, \u0026quot;I certainly shall.. though I feel alone in this place. Yourself excluded.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T23:10:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493586605,                "user": "Amber Oblivion"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis thought about it, agreed with her. \u0026quot; It can be that way, but it\u0026apos;s normal for the place to be empty at times. \u0026quot; Started to think about in a deep thought about to keep a clear head, \u0026quot; many tend to stick towards more of the city tavern\u0026apos;s and crowed. No worries I am sure something might happen. Yeah being lonely does get to one\u0026apos;s self. Yet I don\u0026apos;t falter after all I get to meet all kinds of people, including your self. To be precise if any one should feel entirely alone, I should be after all I am not entirely apart of the natural order of things. \u0026quot; Speaking mostly speaking with out much to concern him at all. Who knows what might transpire.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T23:21:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493587309,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Amber Oblivion the woman listened closely as the other spoke to her, she was intent and listening to every word that rolled off of the tongue, before she offered her right hand for a shake, as she was left handed, \u0026quot;I am Amber Raime Blackkpyre, a Knight of the Northern Black Iron legions, some call me a Warden of some sort, due to my duties of protecting this realm from demons, as well as protecting demons from this realm.\u0026quot; She stated in her feminine, calm tone.\n",                "date": "2017-04-30T23:24:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493587478, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis gave her a respectful bow before looking at her, \u0026quot; I am Aetharis, the tavern owner and the last of the cosmic rune knights. \u0026quot; With that he would take her hand and shake it, after that he would even make sure to give her another tankard of water. \u0026quot; If you are hungry I will provide some food, first will be free. \u0026quot; Waited to see what she would do and say after this. Listening to her words which rolled off her tongue. Soon he would even grab a few piece of crisp bread and started munching on them.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T23:30:20.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493587820, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she raised a brow as she was offered food, \u0026quot;I see... Cosmic Rune Knights, that doth sound interestting to say the very least~\u0026quot; She said with a chuckle, before continuing, \u0026quot;I will not turn down a hot meal, especially for a woman of my size... food is rather essential for me to remain fit at my size.\u0026quot; She stated, \u0026quot;However, is there a chair that won\u0026apos;t break if I sit in it?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T23:36:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493588204, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis nodded before he would smile and in agreement. \u0026quot; Indeed but it is a dead order though, I will have to rebuild it in time. Just need to make sure to have good able bodies. \u0026quot; Soon he would even make sure to point towards a large case holding a armor and sword. \u0026quot; That is mine and it\u0026apos;s not normal like other type. Heavier than anything, though good for training and able to provide strength. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T23:44:36.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493588676, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion looked around the remainder of the establishment, looking at that armor, before she looked back at Aeth, \u0026quot;I see. Though I am a Fume Warden, my powers are nowhere near the cosmic level, though there are few demons or humans that try to cross the veil illegally due to my presence.\u0026quot; She stated with a light chuckle, \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s certainly... nice to be able to say an enemy fears you.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T23:48:13.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493588893, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis looking at her, \u0026quot; I try not to do much of making enemies, tend to stick here for my own personal life. \u0026quot; Walked over and grabbed just a gauntlet out of the case then laid it on the counter. The weight of it\u0026apos;s self would nearly break the counter. \u0026quot; This is my armor, though it\u0026apos;s old and sturdy, it will provide some decent defense for some. Will also adjust to be worn by any one willing to bear the weight. \u0026quot; After that he would let her think on it.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T23:53:26.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493589206, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she raised her brow, watching the other put that gauntlet onto the counter, \u0026quot;My vows as a warden, and my honor forsake me from wearing another armor.\u0026quot; she stated, \u0026quot;Only because of my history.\u0026quot; she stated with a shake of her head, \u0026quot;I am a Guardian of a Realm between worlds, and that is all.\u0026quot; She stated to the other.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T23:57:56.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493589476, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; no worries, just showing after all it\u0026apos;s helps to show that way it\u0026apos;s better understood to it\u0026apos;s weight. \u0026quot; And with that he would make a slight smile. \u0026quot; I see, then it would make sense different places have laws or rules stating such ways of thing. \u0026quot; Looked around and then left her for a moment heading into the kitchen.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:00:12.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493503212, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she nodded, remaining humble until the other returned.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:00:58.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493503258, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis it didn\u0026apos;t take long before he returned with a large platter of meat\u0026apos;s, vegetables and fruit piled next to each other. Setting it down he would gesture a offer towards her. \u0026quot; You can have some, after all you are probably hungry. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:02:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493503352, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she nodded her head, \u0026quot;Thank you very much.\u0026quot; She stated with a genuine sign of thanks, as she gathered a mix of everything onto her plate.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:04:27.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493503467, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis watched while eating a couple pieces here and there. \u0026quot; You are welcome, come by any time you like. Always open, though who knows what might happen with each visit. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:07:42.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493503662, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she nodded her head, \u0026quot;Thank you very much.\u0026quot; She stated with a genuine sign of thanks, as she gathered a mix of everything onto her plate.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:21:43.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493504503, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis watched while eating a couple pieces here and there. \u0026quot; You are welcome, come by any time you like. Always open, though who knows what might happen with each visit. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:22:02.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493504522, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she rased her brow, somewhat intrigued, \u0026quot;How do you mean?\u0026quot; She asked\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:26:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493504792, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; simple, each day could be different from the next, all depends on who is around at the time and how each one interacts with another. \u0026quot; Only thing he was saying, moments later he finally took the gauntlet and put it back before smiling at the thought of his days. \u0026quot; As of now I am more or less just a \u0026apos;simple\u0026apos; tavern owner running a place for many different races and beings. \u0026quot; Letting her know it wasn\u0026apos;t a place where she would see just a select amount of races. Who knows what would come in from one time to the next.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:29:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493504984, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she nods, \u0026quot;I think I understand what you mean, but this place doth seem peaceful,.\u0026quot; She stated, \u0026quot;Unless you have laid witness to events that prove otherwise?\u0026quot; She asked with an inquisitive tone behind her voice, inveistigating the situation to some degree, her blazing eyes looking into that of Aeth\u0026apos;s\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:32:00.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493505120, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; on multiple occasions, a few spars here and there. Just depends on the time and day. After all depending on what you seek, you will find. Yet I am curious, now this place allows many different races. If a demon or demons come in are you going to watch what happens or are you going to act? \u0026quot; Was curious about it after all when he spoke of races, this included demons as well.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:38:18.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493505498, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion the woman crossed her arms beneath her bust, as she looked to him, \u0026quot;I only Ward against illegal crossing of realms... not lawful ones.\u0026quot; She stated, \u0026quot;If it is the rules of your establishment that I cannot act upon said demons, then I shall not act.\u0026quot; She stated, as her armor incinerated away, recealing a knee deep skirt and dress top, woven of find silks, her bust was VERY visible, the near E cups pushed up well and contained within the dress, her ass however, was nice, big, fat, and plush, in a good way.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:39:58.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493505598, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; that is good then, don\u0026apos;t worry it\u0026apos;s all good, as long as nothing is started for a fight, it\u0026apos;s should remain peaceful. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t against anything happen at any time, just depended on what would be the cause of things. Couldn\u0026apos;t help but look at her body once more. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry there are worse things than demons, as for me I am not to much concerned about them at all. \u0026quot; After that he would actually move the pink wine looking bottle to the back shelf. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t ask about this bottle, it\u0026apos;s a special blend of alcohol. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:43:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493505830, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion she up nodded, her curvaceous, well endowed, ashen body more than visible for everyone now, she rested her ashen hands onto the counter top, her cleavage very visible, \u0026quot;I see. Well, I will respect your rules then.\u0026quot; She stated, taking another drink, before also consuming a fair amount of food before her.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:45:37.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493505937, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis sighed a little before sitting on a stool then would eat some more. \u0026quot; Hmm thinking it might be time to take a swim, been a while since I swam in the armor any ways. \u0026quot; With that he actually gotten up and moved towards the case. Pulling out piece by piece of the armor. Slowly and carefully latched each piece of the armor and when finally fully donned, this male half-elf would look at her and smile. \u0026quot; Well enjoy your food miss I need to take a little swim in the water current out side. \u0026quot; Finished speaking and walked past her, the armor was heavy but he moved as if it didn\u0026apos;t weight anything. Opened the taverns doors to exit, heading towards the river next to the tavern, near the rapids.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T00:53:48.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493506428, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Aetharis from a time he would be in the kitchen cooking something. Letting the aroma of meat and vegetables being cooked. With spices and ingredients being prepared with something different than the norm. Wasn\u0026apos;t much but he did hope any patrons or guests might enjoy the meal when ate. Enough was being made for many different person that came into the tavern. Even had fresh tankards of water ready on tables and the bar\u0026apos;s counter. Letting them take any seat they wanted while he was busy else were.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T02:56:17.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493513777, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Thala Caskflayer wanders on in\n", "date": "2017-04-30T02:59:18.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493513958, "user": "Thala Caskflayer" },           {                "content": "Luke Smith wasn\u0026apos;t sure why he bothered to come to the small, yet surprisingly cozy, tavern. He had already taken a Mercenary job a few days back and his destination wasn\u0026apos;t far away from the building, plus he wasn\u0026apos;t entirely there for the..\u0026apos;other\u0026apos; services the place had to offer. His gear had been well maintained, his supplies fresh and still plentiful, and his body still able and fit. Hell, Luke could even camp outside in the woods if need be..but there was just../something/ about the building that attracted the male to enter inside. Perhaps the thoughts of a good drink or a warm body brought the man into the light room, or maybe it was just the loneliness of traveling alone. Whatever made the man act on his impulses mattered little as one second he was looking at the building from forest to the next second he was sitting down at the bar. Rubbing his eyes with his left hand, Luke glanced around the main room as he browsed the other customers and workers of the establishment. His \u003Ca href=\"https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/4625063.jpg\"\u003E metal armor reflected dully across the lanterns, and his hair seemed to only give off a dull shine as well. \u003C/a\u003E The \u003Ca href=\"http://www.dbkcustomswords.com/images/blog/ESwangren/Gallowglass/GallowglassESB1152.jpg\"\u003E old longsword across his back \u003C/a\u003E snugly fit against his large frame and within his arm\u0026apos;s reach if he needed to grab it in an instant. Yet as the man seemed to tense up slightly at the sight of the cook, Luke found his shoulders relaxing slightly as he waited patiently for the nearest worker to fill out his order.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:00:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493514001,                "user": "Luke Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis didn\u0026apos;t take long before the half-elf looking man came out of the kitchen looking at the two people that came in and smiled. \u0026quot; Welcome and I hope you enjoy your stay. \u0026quot; In his right and left hand two large platters of food, fully cooked and steaming. Setting both platters of food against the wooden surface of the counter. \u0026quot; How may I help you sir, anything you might need? \u0026quot; Curious to what he can do what help or even give to the man that had entered. Looking over at the female giving a small nod before sorting through the food. Making sure there was a good amount of meat, vegetables and fruit for each body that came in. Both piles of stacked food was enough for many bodies that might want seconds or thirds.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:06:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493514365,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luke Smith had bothered to look over the menu while he waited, allowing himself to have some decency in himself as to ordering quickly when asked. Seeing the half-elf coming to talk to him, Luke gave a small, refined smile as he nodded. \u0026quot;Ah..I\u0026apos;ll just have \u0026apos;Fancy Ale\u0026apos;.\u0026quot; Reaching into a bag that hung acorss his side, Luke dug around briefly before retrieving and pulling out three copper coins- the exact amount needed for the drink -and placing them down onto the counter.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:10:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493514600,                "user": "Luke Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodded towards the male and walked over to a keg near the other side of the bar\u0026apos;s counter a few rows of kegs stacked upon each other as he takes a tankard. Reaching up to one about head height and started pouring ale into the tankard. \u0026quot; When you need food it will be there, consider it a free meal for the day. \u0026quot; Once the cup was filled he\u0026apos;d walk back over and set the tankard down on the counter\u0026apos;s wooden surface in front of Luke.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:15:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493514951,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luke Smith smiled as the man went to retrieve his ale, clearly satisfied with the quick and polite service. The male\u0026apos;s smile only grew more when Aetheris mentioned the \u0026apos;f\u0026apos; word to which the man rose up his ale. \u0026quot;Thanks!\u0026quot; Giving a gratified nod, Luke took a hefty chug of his drink as he twirled around on his seat and watched the other inhabitants of the room. Briefly surveying the room for anyone of interest, Luke tilted his head back towards the owner of the tavern and carefully examined the half-elf. \u0026apos;Doesn\u0026apos;t SEEM strong..but..maybe it\u0026apos;ll be best to not get on his bad side.\u0026apos; Taking another sip, Luke looked pleasantly surprised at properly tasting the drink this time around, and while it was only three copper, Luke had to admit it didn\u0026apos;t taste half bad.\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:21:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493515297,                "user": "Luke Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked over the human before thinking about it, but would walk over to the case containing a armor set and started to clean each piece before putting them back. Didn\u0026apos;t like them getting to dusty and the blade would be cleaned afterwards. Once done, he\u0026apos;d walk back over and sit on the stool before slowly taking pieces of meat and different extra\u0026apos;s and a piece of bread before putting them all into one sandwich to eat while waiting. Granted the male half-elf looking man didn\u0026apos;t seem like much, in fact didn\u0026apos;t act as much. \u0026quot; Even if much is different, this place will hopefully get filled with others, but never know who you might meet or run into. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:27:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493515642,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luke Smith Seeing the male walk about and doing mundane tasks should have eased Luke into letting his guard down..but it was that kind of logic Luke ignored. Even if something looked like the weakest thing on the planet, there was a VERY good chance it was hiding what it could really do. Luke learned that the \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E hard \u003C/span\u003E way after the..\u0026apos;bunny incident\u0026apos;. Thinking back on the beady red, vicious eyes of the killer rabbit, Luke gave a slight shiver at the memory. Quickly the male gave another chug of his drink to rid the past out of his mind and focus on the present. At the sounds of the owner talking, Luke lowered his drink and turned his head over to the half-elf, giving a slight nod in agreement. \u0026quot;Quiet tonight..\u0026quot; Luke added carefully on, his eyes scanning the occupants as he felt his nerves shoot up even more.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026apos;Yep..this is a whole lot of nope.\u0026apos;",               "date": "2017-04-30T03:33:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493515988,                "user": "Luke Smith"            },            {                "content": "Amber Oblivion reenters unto the tavern, as she approached the bar in her knee length skirt and dress top, her fat ass, and plump breasts well presented~ She approached the bar once more, setting her hands atop the counter, \u0026quot;I have returned.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-04-30T03:35:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493516102, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Aetharis thought for a minute, \u0026quot; it is quiet but that is normal after all, \u0026quot; with in minutes he would turn his head towards the female that came back in and spoke. \u0026quot; Welcome back lovely, wait or is the word I am looking for is sexy not sure. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else as he would make sure to give Amber a tankard of water and show her that there was food on the counter. If anything was curious to see how she would react to what was said. Even took a tankard of water for his self to drink while waiting to see or expect to happen. With each person it was different, never knew how each one would react to another.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:37:24.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493516244, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion the giant ashen skinned woman grasped that tankard of water, and began to down it only after it had near boiled within her grasp, beginning to drink it down, \u0026quot;I would not be opposed to either title, I am here to relax, and possibly find something to do when my Knightly duties do not call me elsewhere.\u0026quot; She stated, her armor and blade noteably missing\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:38:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493516330, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Luke Smith raised an eyebrow at the giantess. While he dealt with giants before he hadn\u0026apos;t seen any that were so..\u0026apos;unique\u0026apos;. She certainly fitted the role of a \u0026apos;giant\u0026apos; pride and warrior but the clothing throwed Luke off a bit. While it was very understandable for everyone to just relax on their own days, Luke could never get use to just seeing any creature or person built for battle do..something else. Nothing wrong, of course..just weird in his eyes. Luke quickly realized he had been staring for a bit too long and at the girls more \u0026apos;larger\u0026apos; assets. Giving a quick sip of his drink, Luke turned his head away as he found the night getting slightly more interesting.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:41:37.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493516497, "user": "Luke Smith" },           {                "content": "Aetharis chuckled a little before looking at Luke then to Amber, after that he\u0026apos;d just smile and give a little more to each one of they wanted. \u0026quot; As it stands this is more than expected, how ever there are a lot of different things that this world holds and secrets. Hmm. \u0026quot; With that he would then take his half empty tankard and placed a hand over the opening as he small rune appeared between his hand and the tankard with water filling it up, but this water was clear, even the coldness from it radiated from it with a cool breeze of it. Once filled he would pull his hand away. Taking small sips and showing signs of relief, \u0026quot; nothing beasts fresh water from the time before. \u0026quot; Once realizing what he said the male looked at both of them, \u0026quot; just call me crazy if you will. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:45:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493516744, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion the giant knightess turned her eyes towards Luke, almost catching him while he was watching her, \u0026quot;Greetings, I am Amber Raime Blackpyre. Fume Warden.\u0026quot; SHe stated as she extended her right, ashen skinned hand towards Luke, offering it in a friendly gesture, she was clearly left handed, using it to take another drink of her tankard.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:47:12.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493516832, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Luke Smith carefully watched the half-elf fill up his own drink with the rune, causing Luke to quickly and subtly narrow his eyes. \u0026apos;Runes?..Hm..\u0026apos; Seeing the Giantess talking to him, Luke blinked as he gave her a respectful nod. \u0026quot;Luke Smith. Just..some guy who wanderers around.\u0026quot; While it wasn\u0026apos;t exactly the truth, it wan\u0026apos;t a lie either. A more accurate description that Luke would describe himself would have to be \u0026apos;Merc\u0026apos; or \u0026apos;Greedy asshole\u0026apos;. Yet for obvious reasons he didn\u0026apos;t feel like explaining that in a room full of other people who could most likely beat him to hell and back.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETaking Amber\u0026apos;s hand, Luke returned the friendly gesture as he gave her his right hand. Luke himself was right handed so the male didn\u0026apos;t bother to take a sip from his drink but rather just hold onto it with his left.", "date": "2017-04-30T03:50:46.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493517046, "user": "Luke Smith" },           {                "content": "Aetharis with them talking allowed him to slip away for a moment leaving his tankard on the counter. With him now gone for a few moments he actually stepped into the kitchen for a brief moment to grab a few things. Leaves which instead of green, were pitch black with red veins. Stepping at the tankard as he would now start warming the leaf with more runes, but these runes he used didn\u0026apos;t have anything connected or needed a surface to be used or materials to be given. Just appeared with out anything said or hand motions. In minutes the liquid coming from the leaf was sweet dripping into his own tankard of water, turning it blackish.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:56:34.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493517394, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Amber Oblivion teh giant of a woman looked down twards Luke, \u0026quot;I hope you do not mind my size, it is natural of my people to the North, albeit most of them are dead now.\u0026quot; She stated in a rather calm feminine tone despite her size, though her bright orange eyes looked to the other, \u0026quot;I suppose being a nomad has its benefits, even if its not rising to a knightly, chivalrous calling.\u0026quot; She stated, her pinkish lips churning a moment, she shook his hand, before pulling away.\n", "date": "2017-04-30T03:58:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1493517494, "user": "Amber Oblivion" },           {                "content": "Luke Smith found himself feeling the edge on his neck increase once more as he realized just how much effort the people in the tavern went through to gain their titles and skills. Already from the handshake Luke could tell that he would have a very, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E very \u003C/span\u003E bad time if he decided to fight the women..for some reason. The owner was no better as Luke could pick up on the runes being something out of his skill level. While it was likely anyone could learn it, Luke knew sadly little about magic..something that needed to be fixed for that very reason.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESnapping out of the \u0026apos;sizing-up\u0026apos; trance, Luke blinked once more as he listened to her morbid explanation. Giving a small nod, Luke looked up and down her body as he gave a light shrug. \u0026quot;Your height doesn\u0026apos;t really matter much to me..not in a disregarding manner, mind you, but you seem like a polite warrior. I\u0026apos;m more than happy to just chat with you despite what you may be or look like.\u0026quot; Giving her a more warm smile, Luke released his hand as he took his Ale back. Raising it up at her, Luke gave a small \u0026apos;cheers\u0026apos; and drank his drink in a more reserved manner.",               "date": "2017-04-30T04:03:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1493517810,                "user": "Luke Smith"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. ápr. 30., vasárnap, 09:16:57"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii wasn\u0026apos;t a child, but perhaps she had been \u0026apos;retired\u0026apos; long enough to enjoy the simpler things in life. Briefly, Mary was made afraid when Nicholas reached for his weapon - she was a simple human-impersonator, without a piece of weaponry or armor upon her. However, seemed he decided not to kill her! \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry, I see you\u0026apos;re bleeding all over the place but if you\u0026apos;re like anyone else around here, it just doesn\u0026apos;t matter. Everyone seems to be a magician... or a warrior, or some kind of hero. Oh, uh.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENicholas was the only person around, and thus it was easy for her to make him the target of the evening: \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s even a vampire around these parts, so if you want to have her climbing over you, biting you in intimate places... well, you\u0026apos;re on the right track!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:15:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494400540,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge gave a chuckle as the older man sat in his chair. Eyes closed as he grunted \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not bleedin no where. And, warrior may be a generous title, and hero is... mmm.\u0026quot; He grunted as the stubborn man raised an arm and let it flop upon the arm of his chair. His breaths where a bit uneven as he let an eye open to stare at the strange small woman as he just scoffed. \u0026quot;Yeah, I\u0026apos;m sure that having a uh, what a vampire? Yeah that\u0026apos;ll go over well, \u003Cspan style=\"vertical-align: sub; font-size: smaller;\"\u003Eget stabbed enough for it at least\u003C/span\u003E.\u0026quot; He muttered as he let his green eyes wonder back to the girl as he let out a small sigh, the colour starting to drain from his adrenaline rush. \u0026quot;MMm what\u0026apos;s a tiny thing like you doin about here?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:22:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494400924,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii stood upright, as she proudly announced: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m Mary, and I am an alcoholic. Right now I\u0026apos;m on off hours, because... because, uh.\u0026quot; Why wasn\u0026apos;t she drunk yet, again. \u0026quot;Fuck. HELP! DRINK PLEASE!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAfter screaming for booze, she\u0026apos;d return to their discussion. \u0026quot;Also, I try to set up the tavernfolk with eachother. It never works and it usually ends in the worst way imaginable, but what do I care? It\u0026apos;s entertaining, and I don\u0026apos;t have anything better to do.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Regardless! My turn! What\u0026apos;s a grumbly vampire fetishist doing around these parts?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:25:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494401119,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge sat there as he raised a brow slowly, that hand of his getting a bit closer to his sword as he saw the sudden swing in her mood. More out for his own comfort than hostile intent as he sat there. \u0026quot;I see. Alcoholic indeed, it seems.\u0026quot; He said as her explination of why she was here lead him to keep the hilt near his hand as he took his slow steady breaths. \u0026quot;Cute. And mostly just trying to stay alive. Preferably with getting a decent night of relaxation for once. And because I don\u0026apos;t have anything better to do.\u0026quot; He said as he gave a weak chuckle as he parroted her words in some strange joke that seemed to make sense to him\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:29:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494401393,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii didn\u0026apos;t interpret that \u0026apos;comfort\u0026apos; in the same way. What she saw was him talking about \u0026apos;staying alive\u0026apos; while remaining ready to cut her down. Without that substance she was addicted to inside of her, she felt more afraid than she ordinarily should be, and his parroting tone... \u0026quot;Uh. W-well.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThere should have been more words following that, but Mary was too scared to stay nearby him. She would quickly rush off to the other side of the tavern, like a bug that was under an upturned rock. Loneliness is better than living in fear. \u0026quot;So thirsty.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:36:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494401803,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge sat there as he pat the end of his sword, his eyes closing for a moment as he gave a light chuckle at her nervous words. He sat up a bit more as he groaned in pain a bit and ended up looking over his shoulder a bit more at Mary, eyes tired, face pale with wild unkempt hair. \u0026quot;Knew a Dwarf once, often got a little too into his drinks, to this day we call him the dancing-dick, drunk. I\u0026apos;m sure you can insinuate as to why he was given that nickname.\u0026quot; He said as he watched her raid the bar for anything of use to drink\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:42:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494402135,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii wouldn\u0026apos;t raid the bar. She\u0026apos;d wait. She knew what would happen if she got a bit greedy. In the meantime, she\u0026apos;d make sure that the hood of her cloak obscured her animal ears, and that the end of the cloak did a good job of hiding her other animal traits. She felt like, at the drop of a hat, she was going to die.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Hey, everyone loves dick spinning. He had a great time, he\u0026apos;s got a fancy title to follow him for the rest of his years... if you ask me, it sounds like he\u0026apos;s set! I do really love the times I\u0026apos;ve had with dwarves, until they get all fighty... which seems to be inevitable.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:50:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494402611,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge gave a small chuckle as he sighed softly \u0026quot;Ah, its what happens when you let them drink.\u0026quot; He said as he slowly pulled himself from his chair. Pulling his hand away with a dry \u0026apos;shhhkk\u0026apos; as the dried blood on his hand and side caused his clothes to stick to his wound and previously wet hand. Cringing as the now mostly clotted wound opened again in a few spots he began to walk slowly to his room staying on his feet as best as he could. \u0026quot;Right well good luck with your uh, drunk escapades. I\u0026apos;m going to go and either die in my sleep or... well the opposite. Night.\u0026quot; He said as he began his steady assent from the bary\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T09:55:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494402923,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis was a bit busy for a bit and had to leave the tavern untended, but it was fine. How ever he did make a reappearance, soon with many different foods, munching down in fact. Didn\u0026apos;t look like he was going to share with any one. Clearly had a hunger strike, it wasn\u0026apos;t going to be long before this pile of food would disappear. While looking at the two he wasn\u0026apos;t entirely worried. Finishing off the pile of food only to grab a bottle of alcohol, opening it only to drink straight from the bottle.\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T10:02:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494403361,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had lived enough of her life as a housewife and seen enough injuries to realize that he wasn\u0026apos;t joking with his last sentence. \u0026quot;No. You\u0026apos;re just... you\u0026apos;re just -not- going to stab me, while I take care of that.\u0026quot; She had tried with great success up to this point to not disrupt the bar, but she\u0026apos;d weasel behind it and grab at whatever clean cloth happened to be handy.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENot even inside of her perverted fantasies would she do something in such a fashion as she was about to; she\u0026apos;d quickly move her way on over to Nicholas and start forcibly disrobing the upper half of his body. \u0026quot;I am absolutely fucking terrified of being stabbed right now,\u0026quot; as she had a shiver to her movements, \u0026quot;but I am even more terrified of just letting you take your last nap!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAll that was necessary was for her to make a decent bandage, and set it in such a way that the wound wouldn\u0026apos;t continue to pour out. At least, that\u0026apos;s what she hoped. \u0026quot;What did you even do to get hurt like this?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T10:05:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494403544,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii took care of the injury, and then returned to the main room, completely sober - and how annoyed she seemed in her sober state. She\u0026apos;d glance over Aetharis: \u0026quot;You seem to be enjoying your gluttony. What, did you exercise or get in a fight or something?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T10:17:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494404261,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked over at her and grinned. \u0026apos;hic\u0026apos; \u0026quot; Oh...don\u0026apos;t think so.....don\u0026apos;t.....worry....nothing....is...wrong. \u0026quot; \u0026apos;hic\u0026apos; Didn\u0026apos;t stumble yet, clear from doing that. Yet he continued to drink more of it, chugging it out of the bottle with out holding back.\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T10:23:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494404606,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii smiled. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re doing pretty good, but if you pass out, I own this place.\u0026quot; He was drinking how she drank - and in all of her time here, she just didn\u0026apos;t see him getting knee-deep in booze.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;At least until you wake up. I don\u0026apos;t work here, but if people show up I\u0026apos;m not just going to tell them to go away. That\u0026apos;s depressing.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T10:25:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494404737,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 10., szerda, 09:09:46"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Naerie walks down the stairs, still adjusting her uniform and binding her hair to a loose ponytail. She looks around if any guests are here.\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T16:27:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494426423,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold walks down the stairs still nude from last night as she waves at Naerie\n",                "date": "2017-05-10T16:59:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494428365,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie waves back at Luna as she walks down the stairs. \u0026quot;I somehow get the feeling that you enjoy being naked.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T17:00:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494428403,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold blushes a bit \u0026quot;Well maybe...\u0026quot; she admitted as her tail covered her waist\n",                "date": "2017-05-10T17:03:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494428602,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie shakes her head slightly and puts a little breakfast for Luna on the table.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If you pay me enough I can make some magical Items that offer great protection, while also leaving you pretty.... revealing. \u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T17:05:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494428704,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold looks at her confused \u0026quot;What do you mean by that? And how much?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T17:06:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494428778,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie snaps with her fingers and her uniform vanishes. Instead all she is wearing is a collar and a bit of studded leather that covers only the upper part of her breasts and a battle skirt. As she raises her leg it slips through the segments.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Only real important thing is the collar. It makes your skin as hard as that of a dragon. As for the price. Well the materials aren\u0026apos;t cheap. I need some dragon scales, 6 should be enough and a diamond worth at least 300 gold pieces and I want 10 gold for my service.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe snaps again and gets her uniform back. \u0026quot;See it as a long term goal.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-10T17:14:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494429286,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;Well umm how much can you pay for my weapon and armor?\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-10T17:15:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494429345,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Huh? you want to sell your current gear?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T17:17:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494429425,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;Well as a down payment...\u0026quot; she said blushing a bit more realizing that she is selling everything she has left\n",                "date": "2017-05-10T17:20:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494429601,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t accept it. Without it you can\u0026apos;t earn money.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-10T17:22:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494429775,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold nods \u0026quot;Okay...I just need to find some jobs that can land me those things\u0026quot;\\\n",                "date": "2017-05-10T17:26:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494430010,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;More or less, there was a dragoness around here yesterday, her scales will do just aswell, who knows maybe she gives them to you for something in return\u0026quot; She shrugs and smiles, knowing that this probably won\u0026apos;t happen.\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:28:37.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430117, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold thinks for a moment \u0026quot;And the diamond?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:29:26.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430166, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;You should be able to buy it with gold. Same for the scales, alchemists use those too.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:36:07.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430567, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold nods and thinks for a bit \u0026quot;Well how much is my armor worth now?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:36:39.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430599, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Hmm I would say about 30 to 40 gold pieces.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:40:06.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430806, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;And my knife?\u0026quot; she asked thinking some more\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:42:11.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430931, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;You mean your spear? Maybe 2 gold.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:43:11.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494430991, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold nods and thinks \u0026quot;Hmm diamond will be easy to get but the scales not so much\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:44:31.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431071, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie leans against the wall and smiles. \u0026quot;Quite eager.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:45:23.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431123, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;Yes I am...maybe I can sell my stuff but I need the dragon scales first\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:46:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431204, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie nods. \u0026quot;So what will you do now?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:48:47.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431327, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold looks at her. \u0026quot;Well maybe...sell everything I have...it would...be fun to be exposed and have nothing to my name..\u0026quot; she covered her mouth\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:50:47.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431447, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie can\u0026apos;t help but laugh. \u0026quot;Yea and then you walk into a bandit camp. Fuck them until they fall asleep and rob them.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:52:13.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431533, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold growls a bit \u0026quot;Well with the collar on I would have a chance...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:54:16.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431656, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Just so you know, it will not protect you if you get overwelmed and tied up. They will still have their way with you.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:56:58.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431818, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold nods \u0026quot;I understand...however will my skin still be sensitive if I am tickled even with it on?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T17:58:39.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494431919, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Yes you feel everything as if you were naked, it just won\u0026apos;t take damage.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:00:12.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494432012, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold tail wags at the thought of it. \u0026quot;Well I guess I will look for some scales.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:00:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494432044, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie nods at her. \u0026quot;Good luck with that, but don\u0026apos;t get eaten by one.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:03:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494432208, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold smiles \u0026quot;Dragons prefer me as a prisoner\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:39:20.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494434360, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Happened before?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:41:08.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494434468, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;A few times\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:42:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494434570, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;You are quite the naughty one.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:45:56.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494434756, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold blushes a bit \u0026quot;Well I do have fantasies of having nothing to my name...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:47:13.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494434833, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie looked a little bit confused. \u0026quot;What do you mean with nothing to your name?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:55:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494435328, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold looks at you feeling a bit ashamed \u0026quot;Like losing everything I own...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:56:40.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494435400, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Ohh.\u0026quot; She smiles. \u0026quot;Explains why you run around naked.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T18:58:53.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494435533, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold nods \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s kind of a secret fantasy of mine\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:06:40.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494436000, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie shakes her head with a smile. \u0026quot;Well I shouldn\u0026apos;t judge I\u0026apos;m way worse.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:10:17.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494436217, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;Oh why is that?\u0026apos; she asked\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:11:09.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494436269, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s just say I am fairly open and like to try things out.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:17:27.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494436647, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold smiles and nods\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:22:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494436952, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;I see...I also would not mind being a naked pet either\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:22:47.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494436967, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie puts a nice looking collar with a tag on it on the counter. \u0026quot;Really?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:24:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494437068, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold nods \u0026quot;Yes...naked and working like cleaning and cooking\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:28:37.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494437317, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Then you might want to think about working here. However, I have some duties to attend to.\u0026quot; She bows before Luna and hastily walks downstairs.\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:30:37.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494437437, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold nods \u0026quot;I will\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-10T19:31:55.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494437515, "user": "Luna Gold" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 10., szerda, 13:53:39" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Naerie walks down the stairs, yawning slightly and fixing her hair. \u0026quot;Ah... time to get to work I guess.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-11T17:57:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494518270, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is, as always, sitting near one of the tables, wearing his regular clothing and a gambeson, his sword on his belt, yawning.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T19:25:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494523528, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie approaches the customer. \u0026quot;Tired? How about some tea or coffee?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-11T19:27:36.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494523656, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks upon the beautiful wolf-lady, and blinks with both of his eyes for a moment, before finally opening his mouth to answer. \u0026quot;Ah... I guess some coffee would be great, but I would also enjoy someone\u0026apos;s company. Guess I\u0026apos;ll order the usual one.\u0026quot; he says, pre-emptively putting the price of coffee onto whatever she is carrying that he may put money on - or, just the table. Then the waiting game begins.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T19:29:33.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494523773, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie is wearing her maiden-uniform, since she is working here. She nods and walks over to the stove and comes back with a cup as well as a can with already hot coffee. The dark liquid pours into the cup right in front of him.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Company hm?\u0026quot; She collects the money for the coffee. \u0026quot;Well what kind of company. I offer almost everything.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-11T19:32:56.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494523976, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiles. \u0026quot;Thank thee.\u0026quot; and before he drinks the coffee, he answers her question.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I would like to feel loved... even if only for a fleeting moment.\u0026quot; - which is about as vague as a request as it can get. He begins drinking the coffee, giving the beauty time to interprete for herself what could have he meant by that. He has to be asked specifically, if she wants to know what does he want in terms of specifics.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I will pay in advance.\u0026quot; he proclaimed, and began looking at her. \u0026quot;Thou art such a beauty.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-11T19:36:29.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494524189, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie does have to think about his request for a little bit, it is really vague and can mean a lot. \u0026quot;Would you like that to happen here or upstairs in private?\u0026quot; She already stood up and sat down next to him, leaning against him. \u0026quot;And That will cost you about 3 gold coins. Maybe more later on if you have... extra wishes.\u0026quot; Her fox-like tail rests around his hip.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T19:42:06.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494524526, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond pats her shoulder. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t mind either way.\u0026quot; he said, and put thirty coins onto the table. Not three, but thirty. Then he went on to pull her closer to himself, making an attempt to kiss her on the lips. A slow, and rather timid, but nevertheless bold attempt, while one of his hands slides towards her chest. That is, unless she resists, or she urges him to go with her upstairs. But if it can continue down here... then he goes on to attempt to deepen the kiss into a tongue-kiss. That\u0026apos;ll be another extra coin.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T19:45:19.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494524719, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie keeps her eyes on him and sees only from the corner of her eyes that he puts way more money on the table than he was charged. \u0026quot;How generous. \u0026quot; She smiles. She doesn\u0026apos;t resist at all, not when he pulls her closer, not when he wants to kiss her. Instead she even answers his kiss and softly bites his lip. She feels his hand moving towards her chest, she doesn\u0026apos;t say a word against it. Since no one else was here, she didn\u0026apos;t care. Truth be told, even if, she wouldn\u0026apos;t care. The only reason she would have moved upstairs was if either he or another guest would ask for it.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T19:50:49.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494525049, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond said no words - as he was busy \u0026apos;being loved\u0026apos;, to put it with his own words. He felt no pain upon having his lips bit, despite the fact that it will surely leave a mark. He instead continued to push his tongue into Naerie\u0026apos;s mouth, and then lick her tongue, while his hand would get active at her chest, groping and fondling all the way in the process of exploring means to untie some of her clothing, so that they may be able to start something more intimate.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe kiss continued, and his hands remained active. He intends to get even more intimate than this... hence the extra money. But it is more than certain that he will have to pay even more.", "date": "2017-05-11T19:54:31.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494525271, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie playes with his tongue, nudging against it from time to time, or like he does, licking it. Her breasts were round and full and filled one of his hands without any problem. She noticed that he was nestling around with her uniform and simply pulled the piece of cloth that covered her breasts aside to make them easily accessible. She knew he wanted more sooner or later, so she also untied one bow on her back. The entire uniform came loose and sunk into her lap, revealing her belly and chest. After that her own hands snuck under his clothes to reveal his chest.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:00:18.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494525618, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would have loved to continue kissing her, but it is rather difficult to do so while trying to undress at the same time - hence he would break the kiss, so that he can take down his gambeson, and then shirt effectively, revealing his own chest to her - muscular, but somewhat battered, which is to be expected from soneone who is a man of war. Then he would kiss her again, albeit not at the lips this time, but at her breasts - her left nipple being the target this time, while her right breast going to his hand. After the kiss, licking and suckling would begin once again.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAlmost like a child and a mother. He must be very greedy.", "date": "2017-05-11T20:03:22.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494525802, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie used the time when they stopped the kiss and sat down on the table in front of him, making it easier now to caress her breasts. Her hands sink into his hair, holding him. She leans back a little bit and moans softly, before she giggles due to his eagerness. He can suck all he want but she won\u0026apos;t be giving any milk. \u0026quot;Keep going.\u0026quot; She mumbles down to him, scratching over his head ever so slightly.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:08:10.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494526090, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does indeed keep going, encouraged by her act of caressing his head, as well as her moans. Even though it was him who paid for the honour to spend quality time with this foxy beauty, he also likes to make other people enjoy as well. Hence the attention he pays to her breasts. Then he switches over, beginning to suck on her right breast, caressing the left one. A perfect opportunity for him to get even closer to her and prepare for the real deal, for the main course of this intercourse, which will follow after he will feel like giving her something different, after having decided that he has suckled on her breasts long enough - but that time has not come yet, and he continues to pleasure her breasts as of now.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:12:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494526334, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie keeps moaning for him until she pushes his head a bit back. \u0026quot;How about you let me return the favor?\u0026quot; Meanwhile she got rid of her shoes and places her bare foot between his legs and carefully rubs it against his manly parts. \u0026quot;Unless you want to play a bit more with me.\u0026quot; Her breasts shimmer slightly from the saliva he spread over them. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry you paid enough, to owe me for quite some time.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:18:22.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494526702, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond simply nods to her, rather than giving a vocal answer, and lets her give him the job of the feet, almost immediately invoking his own moan, and to a certain extent, redness of the face. He did not intend for things to go this way, as he intended to penetrate her instead... but he was in no position to say no to her. Besides, if he has enough stamina, he may get his previous unspoken wish granted as well, if he is durable enough.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EBut for now, he allows her to pleasure his manly part with her feet, clearly invoking his own enjoyment. This may make for a more full and filling meal.", "date": "2017-05-11T20:21:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494526917, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie has to stop her footplay for a moment, to at least open his pants. She makes no secret out of it that she takes a good look at his rod and continues to massage it with both of her feet. \u0026quot;Is there something that you really enjoy?\u0026quot; She asks casually, while massaging her own breasts in front of him to turn him on even further.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:26:09.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494527169, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond now has the chance to confess his wish. And confess his wish he does - \u0026quot;I... would like to ram you with my rod...\u0026quot; he confessed with some embarrassment while breathing heavily, a clear sign of him being definitely in heat. But this time, at least he made his intentions clear - to penetrate her. Even though he has no means of protection, none at all. Not that it should matter when it is between a human and a shapeshifter, right?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EEven so, should she slow down her massaging of his rod, he would get up to the table to attempt to pin her down and do what he previously stated. But should she continue at her current pace, he will have to be convinced to do so. And do so, he eagerly will, unless explicitly told not to.", "date": "2017-05-11T20:29:21.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494527361, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie listens to his wish of course and smiles. \u0026quot;Well, where. my mouth~\u0026quot; The licks over her lips. \u0026quot;My butt?\u0026quot; She stops massaging his best piece, rolls over and lifts the lower end of the dress with the tail, revealing both cheeks. \u0026quot;Or....\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t say it but it is clear as she spreads he legs, showing off her underwear, while idly massaging herself.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:36:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494527774, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond waited for her until she made the final mention to \u0026apos;that\u0026apos; part of her. Yes, that part. That is where he intends to go. So he nodded. \u0026quot;Yes, that is where I wish to go...\u0026quot; only to crawl to the table to be with her, make an attempt to take off her underwear if she doesn\u0026apos;t do so herself, pin her down, and penetrate her finally. That is, assuming no resistance.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EOnce again, he seems as eager as it gets, as as soon as he managed to have his way with her in that sense, he kiss her neck, and then her lips once again, while penetrating her with his own ram-rod, going in and out repeatedly... assuming no resistance, that is. He seems less sophisticated now than he previously was, now driven more by his primal instincts.", "date": "2017-05-11T20:39:02.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494527942, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie gets turn around by him, looks up into his eyes and smiling at him once more. She lets him take off her underwear. Her body is well maintained and clean shaven. She feels something hot pressing against her and soon inside of her aswell. She grasps for air as he pushes all the way into her. Her warm, wet inside embrace his cock. Pinned down she stick out her tongue. \u0026quot;Well, take what you want, dear.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESoon she begins to moan from his cock sliding in and out of her. She barely resists, just to tease him a little bit or to play.", "date": "2017-05-11T20:47:01.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494528421, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond plays by exactly what she said - taking what he wants. And by taking what he wants, he rams into her. The ramroad rams itself into that warm, wet, juicy area, only to come out, and then ram again. And that makes the moans mutual, although muffled, as he is not content with simply penetrating her, but also kisses her at the same time. It may not the best most comfortable position to assume, but that is what they got.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe ramming continues at a consistent pace, and the kissing as well at the same time. This is what he meant by saying \u0026apos;to feel loved\u0026apos;.", "date": "2017-05-11T20:49:46.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494528586, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie \u0026apos;s entire body rocks back and forth from his pushes. Her ears twitch as she hears the all so well known sound of them slapping against each other. Her moans are muffled from his kisses wich she answers on her own. Her eyes close. It feels not to bad either and not that long after he first ram into her, her inners contract around him as she has her climax and begs for some air as her body wriggles under his.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T20:57:33.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494529053, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - in sharp contrast to the common stereotype of the male reaching his climax first, before the female - reaches his own climax, his own eruption in somewhat of a delay, moments ater that of Naerie. He erupts, or rather, his ramrod erupts, like a volcano, but instead of releasing lava, smoke or semi-molten rocks into the air, it releases a sticky, somewhat transparent-ish white-ish liquid consistency into Naerie\u0026apos;s insides. And then he lets go of her lips as well, to allow her to reach for air. He himself is breathing heavily.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ENevertheless, he does not pull out. Not yet. He is just breathing heavily while looking at her with eyes only halfway-open, only to reach for yet another kiss after a short period of breathing. Assuming no resistance, smooch once again.", "date": "2017-05-11T21:01:11.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494529271, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie shudders in delight as she feels something warm flowing inside of her. But what\u0026apos;s even better is the little break were she can catch some air, wich she does. She notices that he did not pull out. Must mean he wants a second round. Well he paid enough for it so she wouldn\u0026apos;t say a word against it.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:05:46.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494529546, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond originally did not intend a second round - not at all - but given the amount of nothing happening, her lack of signals that would imply an order to stop, he decides to try his luck for the second time. Once again, simultaneously beginning to ram her insides while locking his lips with hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on her tongue very eagerly. Surely, he must be getting tired at this point, but not exhausted yet - for as long as he still have some fight in him, he keeps on ramming her.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:08:31.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494529711, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii enters the tavern at an odd time of day, greeted by a very particular sight indeed. \u0026quot;This is new. I only come here for the evening arguments, but I guess this is also something that happens around these parts. It\u0026apos;s so refreshing to see two people who really love eachother.\u0026quot; With her approval said, she\u0026apos;d slip on by to the bar, and see about getting a strong drink. Getting drunk before noon is a sign of success... at least, to her.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:09:34.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494529774, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold is sitting at a table looking a bit bored. The fox picked up a book to read while she waits.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:11:49.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494529909, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii figured out that a lot of her people were here. Different audience. Mary would pull down her hood to reveal her two different animal ears; one fox and one cat ear. With her human disguise somewhat busted, she\u0026apos;d sippity sip away at that booze she was given, while pestering Luna: \u0026quot;What, are you next in line or something? Or are you just enjoying the show?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:14:42.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530082, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Naerie had looked at him with patience. It wasn\u0026apos;t her who said when to stop, he was the customer. She moans loud when he begins to push in and out of her again, and notices a new guest coming in. This is a bit annoying, she snaps with her finger and a piece of chalkboard and chalk float towards the new guest, writing on its own.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Welcome to the inn. Sadly our maids are busy right now. We will serve you as soon as possible, please have a seat in the meantime.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003ESome of the lettes are a bit hard to read, most likely because the caster has a hard to to focus and is more busy moaning .", "date": "2017-05-11T21:15:30.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530130, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold looks up at Mary. The fox was completely naked as she used her tail for cover. \u0026quot;Well I am kind of an adventure.\u0026quot; she said \u0026quot;I am just spending some time here.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:15:55.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530155, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii could hardly contain herself, as she lit up into joy. This was fun. Cute and fun to push Naerie to her limits. \u0026quot;Busy, huh. You\u0026apos;re right, you do look pretty busy.\u0026quot; A wide smile creeped across her face. But then, Luna spoke! \u0026quot;You are an adventure? What kind of adventure are you? A spicy, sexy one like those two? Or, like... are you the adventure with treasure at the end, and horrible things that want to kill you?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:19:24.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530364, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - unlike his partner - was completely oblivious to the fact that they were no longer alone. It was no longer just the two of them, but he did not notice - he remained oblivious. So he keeps up with the pace, albeit getting somewhat exhausted at this point, ramming her over and over again, getting as sweaty as it gets. He would moan as well if he could open his mouth - but that is not so easy when he is busy kissing his partner while also ramming her at the same time.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EA minute or two later, his second eruption finally arrives, once again releasing it all. And just by time, as this made him exhausted. He pulled out of her finally, but before truly letting her go, he pecked a kiss onto her neck, only to wait for her to react, so he can slide back to the seat, gradually letting her do the same, taking advantage of every opportunity to kiss her while she may dress up, like he would afterwards, saying no words until she speaks first.", "date": "2017-05-11T21:20:04.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530404, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;Well not a very good one. I usually end up quite naked...\u0026quot; she admitted looking a bit ashamed. \u0026quot;My last outfit is being held here for safety but if I lose it I have nothing left.\u0026quot; she looked a bit embarrassed admitted that she was not very good at adventuring.\n", "date": "2017-05-11T21:22:39.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530559, "user": "Luna Gold" },           {                "content": "Naerie eyes widen as she feels him pumping more of his seed into her. She squeels a bit as he fills her up. As he stops kissing her she sucks on his tongue to tease him a little bit. A bit exhausted, she slowly sits back up on the table. Since he pulled out of her, she feels a bit of his seed flowing out of her, what a mess... She has to clean that up later. Her back looks quite sore from the wooden table. As a parting.jpgt, she slips down on the floor and licks his cock clean before she stands up and gets dressed again. She gives her customer a kiss on the cheek. \u0026quot;And sits down on his lap, her underwear still next to them on the chair and the breasts mostly revealed. Her buttcheeks press against his cock.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe looks over to Mary. \u0026quot;Thank you for understanding. Anything you need? Food, drinks?\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-11T21:27:40.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1494530860, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii nods, coming to an understanding with Luna: \u0026quot;Hey, don\u0026apos;t feel bad. That\u0026apos;s an incredibly hard life; that\u0026apos;s why I won\u0026apos;t even attempt that kind of life. Make sure you don\u0026apos;t go on any bogus outings, and as long as you\u0026apos;re here I\u0026apos;m sure you\u0026apos;ll be alright.\u0026quot; It was hard for Mary to not love Luna, at least for the simple fact that she was a foxperson. \u0026quot;If you want a silly adventure, he seems pretty out of it.\u0026quot; Mary pointed towards Stephanus: \u0026quot;You can probably get some free, fun sex - and he doesn\u0026apos;t look like he can resist. He\u0026apos;s all tired out.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETo Naerie: \u0026quot;Well. If you\u0026apos;re done with your fun romp... I could really use a strong drink. Turns out the weak stuff is closer to the front of the bar.\u0026quot; Mary waggled around her mug full of cheap beer. She wasn\u0026apos;t very excited about it.",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:30:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494531001,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold nods at Mary \u0026quot;Plenty of embarrassing things happen to me. I prefer the quiet life of a pet over an adventurer.\u0026quot; she said hugging her tail which was draped across her waist\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:32:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494531131,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond wasn\u0026apos;t expecting even more treats, but he definitely welcomes them! He clearly moaned from her gesture of licking his ramrod clean, and he clearly appreciated her idea of \u0026apos;sitting\u0026apos; on him... or rather, his ramrod. He was not exactly intending to continue, but neither was he hell-bent on stopping now - and he cannot turn down such a treat. He takes his hand onto her butt, and kisses her breast once again, like last time. Then her neck. Then he finally speaks.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... I love this.... you are perfect...\u0026quot; he says to Naerie. Him being the hopeless young fool, could be easily tempted to say \u0026apos;I love you\u0026apos; to Naerie, even though she was merely providing him with a service he paid for, but even he knows that that would likely harm more than it would do good. \u0026quot;Now... I believe you have a few other costumers, don\u0026apos;t you, sweetheart?\u0026quot; he asked from her, and took the opportunity to peck yet another kiss on her lips. \u0026quot;I should be paying double the price, for the joy you brought me, sweet thing...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe says a lot of things, but definitely takes no effort at removing Naerie from him, or physically getting her to stand up for him. He\u0026apos;s completely fine with her sitting on him and continuing to be intimate with him for as long as she likes, after all - he enjoys her.",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:34:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494531244,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie will stay for a while longer on his lap. If he wishes he might even do her one last time before he has to pay more for her service. However she does not do a lot to tease him, she just stays there to make him feel good, having someone soft and good smelling on his lap.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe looks over to the other two women and laughs at Luna. \u0026quot;The tavern pet? Thats some interesting news I must say. Or do you strictly belong to the chief?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs for Mary\u0026apos;s wish, she just claps in her hands and one of the clay pots with the stronger liquor, flies above her mug. tilting slowly to pour it\u0026apos;s content into it. \u0026quot;I can serve you from here just as well. Unless you want some sexy time, then you have to ask Luna or wait for a while.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:40:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494531623,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold nods at Naerie \u0026quot;After you left what his name agreed to have me as a pet here.\u0026quot; she replied smiling as she kept her tail from wagging\n",                "date": "2017-05-11T21:41:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494531702,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is too tired to do Naerie once again - at least, in the manner he did just now - but can definitely fondle some of her body parts, while she is conversing with everyone else. Once again, a kiss on her breast. It doesn\u0026apos;t take very long until he gives into the temptation to begin suckling on her breast once again, for a second time - that is, unless she turns him away. It may be the time to part soon, but he wants to savour every bit of joy this has provided.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe can not really do her for a third time, and neither does he intend to keep her here, but nor is he hell-bent on getting her to leave. In fact, he quite enjoys her choice to stay at his lap, for as long as she intends to. \u0026quot;I think you earned a customer who will constantly keep coming back.\u0026quot; he said to her.",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:45:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494531934,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii rolls her eyes. \u0026quot;You couldn\u0026apos;t really call yourself the tavern pet if you simply serve him. Because we all know what\u0026apos;s going to happen: you won\u0026apos;t be allowed to fuck anyone else, you\u0026apos;ll be stuck in a strange monogamous hook-up, and then you\u0026apos;ll spend the rest of your days in here, waiting for him. I\u0026apos;ve seen it happen before.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWith a sip of her new, stronger alcohol, Mary was pleased! She was just now starting to become pleasantly drunk! \u0026quot;And you.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d point at Naerie: \u0026quot;Your crime is that you don\u0026apos;t seem to really care about him, despite... the show. He\u0026apos;s raining compliments down on you, and, to you, this is just another day. I get it, I do.\u0026quot; It was hard to express what she wanted to say: \u0026quot;When he comes back next time, maybe there can be more \u0026apos;love\u0026apos; to it, than just tedium? You haven\u0026apos;t even told him that you had a \u0026apos;good time\u0026apos;, or anything at all.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:49:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494532148,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold ears flatten back a bit \u0026quot;Well I rather enjoy being a pet with nothing on thank you very much.\u0026quot; she said to Mary rudely not liking her comment. \u0026quot;Besides it is better than being captured by some tentacle plant\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:51:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494532275,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie moans once in a while due to Stephanus toying with her. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m glad to hear that.\u0026quot; She says as sweet as she could. \u0026quot;Just come when ever you want to relief some stress.\u0026quot; As she says it, she slowly slips from his lap, draging her butt along his shaft and pulling up her underwear. She collects the money from the table and returns behind the counter.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What I saw from the chief so far, he seems like a nice guy. True, he is a perv, but anyone who works here should come to terms with that.\u0026quot; Her mood shifts as she hears Mary telling her how to do her job. \u0026quot;Listen up, you came in quite some time after I was serving him, so unless you are omnipotent, you better not make accusations or claims wich are none of your buisness. Aside from that, first off, I don\u0026apos;t lie unless I have a reason to. Second, my body was telling more than enough to his. So again, keep those thoughts to yourself.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-11T21:56:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494532571,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs in relief - having taken care of this thing, then begins to dress up himself. Normally - unless he was heading to the bed and did such a thing right before sleeping - he would take a hot bath - or a cold one, in case the hot one isn\u0026apos;t available - but, given the current situation, such option is not available. All he can do is to dress up, hope no one has stolen anything of value from him while he was enjoying his quality time with Naerie, and then yawn...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EBut since the night is far from over, he comes up with the brilliant idea of ordering a drink. So he walks to the bar in advance to personally retrieve it. \u0026quot;My love, I would like some... hummmm... anything strong, really.\u0026quot; - hitting two flies with one strike: teasing her by calling her \u0026apos;my love\u0026apos;, and ordering a drink. He pre-emptively begins to count the coins.",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:01:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494532882,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii stumbled about. \u0026quot;You just wait.\u0026quot; With another mighty swig of her drink, she\u0026apos;d announce: \u0026quot;If I drink enough, I become omnipotent! I become powerful enough to carve my destiny upon the world! Andsh then...\u0026quot; She gripped a table, to continue her riveting tale: \u0026quot;I usually use this power to throw up in corners and try to hook up poor Aetharis.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d nod, in agreement with herself. Even though the cup was poured full only a few moments ago, now it was nearly empty.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWith a sudden mood swing, she\u0026apos;d seemingly become sad. \u0026quot;Iunno, I just wish I had the things you two have. Being a pet sounds fun.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d flop into a chair, because the table wasn\u0026apos;t supporting her well enough: \u0026quot;Heck, I just want people to like me, and even that\u0026apos;s an outlandish request.\u0026quot; Slowly but surely, Mary had slipped from being happy and sociable to quickly moving towards despair.",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:04:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494533084,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie pours in some strong stuff into Steohanus and Mary\u0026apos;s cup once she sat down again, while smiling at him.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not that hard to be like us, seriosly, just write free fucks on your body and walk through the town. As for the chief, I think he is quite happy with what he has. A stable inn and a harem of women he can play with, what more does a man want?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Oh and Luna... Would you mind putting some creme on my shoulders?\u0026quot; They began to itch and burn and when she touched the area she felt that a bit of her skin got scrubbed off by the wood of the table, nothing bad but annoying and inconvinient.",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:13:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494533609,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond simply says \u0026quot;Thank you!\u0026quot; and sits down, then starts drinking. He is used to paying before starting to drink, but given how Naerie is busy now... he thinks it may be better to start sipping. \u0026quot;I say, this is life... I should be sleeping less, and drinking more.\u0026quot; he said to the nothingness, effectively an anouncment for everyone to hear and reply to.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen sipping more of the strong drink.",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:15:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494533743,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii held up the cup of filled liquor! \u0026quot;I agree! Fuck sleeping!\u0026quot; With the cheer complete, she\u0026apos;d immediately chug at that drink... in almost no time at all, it was nearly empty again. \u0026quot;And... and this time, I\u0026apos;m going to... uh.\u0026quot; She wobbled around in her seat, before slouching over. She had more to say, but the words just didn\u0026apos;t come out. Instead, she closed her eyes and fell unconscious. It seemed Mary was going to have a peaceful afternoon nap!\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:20:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494534009,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie leans against the counter, more or less presenting her breasts that way. \u0026quot;You know, I am surprised that you didn\u0026apos;t requested anything kinkier for that money?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe kinda wanted to tief Mary up now and tease her, but she seemed to knew the chief and was a guest, so she held herself back on that idea.\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:24:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494534247,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was unsure if Naerie was talking to him or not, but nevertheless took it upon himself to respond. \u0026quot;Ah, no... I am not that kind of person... my taste is rather conventional. And even if it was not... I draw enjoyment by making other people enjoy themselves. I would not be able to enjoy myself if you were in pain, or being contorted...\u0026quot; he responded.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I guess I\u0026apos;m a foolish old, hopeless romantic...\u0026quot; he sighed, then downed the drink. \u0026quot;Well, that\u0026apos;s a shocker. I thought I\u0026apos;d be wasted by this point, but I barely feel anything.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:27:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494534476,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie laughed at Stephanus. \u0026quot;Oh don\u0026apos;t worry about me, I\u0026apos;ve seen A LOT of things. Maybe next time you just lean back and I take the lead hm?\u0026quot; She winks at him and pulls up another liquor since the old one seemed to week for him. Normally it had to be ignited fist, but since he wanted something strong, this would be the one.\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:31:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494534686,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughs back. \u0026quot;Well, I am not entirely against the idea... Anything to put a smile on your beautiful face.\u0026quot; he said, and then took the drink. \u0026quot;How much is it for the drinks? I prefer paying before drinking... lest I get too drunk and unable to pay.\u0026quot; he said, and waited for her. But if made to wait for too long, he would just begin drinking anyway. \u0026quot;Cheers!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:32:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494534761,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;So far, 8 silver. And if you want to please me, well I like ropes alot or being toyed with in general. But I think it\u0026apos;s time I get something in my belly. So if you want to keep drinking, be so kind and leave the money on the counter. \u0026quot; She leans over and gives him a little kiss before she turns around and head into the kitchen.\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:43:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494535390,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiles greatly after being given the kiss, then puts the money onto the counter and keeps drinking. \u0026quot;Oh boy, oh boy... this was the best. She is the best.\u0026quot; he says to himself.\n",               "date": "2017-05-11T22:44:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494535465,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie comes out of the storage, brushing a bit of dust from her clothes and steps behind the counter.\n",                "date": "2017-05-12T19:02:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494608520,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is once again here, and notices Naerie. His eyes immediately begin shining, as if he saw something very precious. ~ I-It\u0026apos;s her! ~ he thinks to himself, and feels tempted to rush to the counter... which he does, albeit he can not get himself to say any words afterwards, just looking somewhat embarrassed, despite having done nothing.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:06:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494608760,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie notices the guest from yesterday and greets him with a warm smile. \u0026quot;Hello, what can I do for you today?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:07:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494608820,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tries to gather his bravery and look at her in the eyes. \u0026quot;I suppose a bit of wine and a kiss would be plenty.\u0026quot; he says, smiling, then already readying the money that he will have to pay.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:08:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494608880,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold the naked fox watches from a table giggling at the two.\n",                "date": "2017-05-12T19:10:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609000,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Naerie prepares a glass of red wine for him and gives him a kiss on his cheek. Afterwards she collects the money from him. \u0026quot;I hope you are enjoying your stay here.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:10:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609000,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods to her as he gives her the money. \u0026quot;Off course I do... You make it a heaven on Earth for me.\u0026quot; He says to her, as he takes the wine, and begins drinking.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:11:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609060,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie waves towards Luna as she notices the naked fox, but turns her attention back to her customer. \u0026quot;Well, I try my best.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:13:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609180,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold waves back at Naerie\n",                "date": "2017-05-12T19:14:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609240,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond drinks a little bit of the wine. \u0026quot;You have made me very happy yesterday... I am going to get a.jpgt for you some day.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:15:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609300,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Well, that\u0026apos;s my job here, to make others happy. A job I enjoy very much however. So please don\u0026apos;t think that you owe me a.jpgt.\u0026quot; She feels honored about it, but doesn\u0026apos;t want him to think that he has to do it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:16:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609360,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks a bit flustered for a moment. \u0026quot;Y-yes, but I... nevermind.\u0026quot; he waved away the stranger thoughts, then got back to drinking the wine. He felt tempted to say the dreaded three-word sentence, a temptation he has already felt before - something one must never say to the likes of Naerie, lest they want to make a complete fool out of themselves.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well... maybe I will employ your services again today. Would that be... acceptable?\u0026quot; he asked, implying that she reserves the right to say no and reject.\u003C/br\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:18:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609480,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie has tricked others in her past to do the exact same thing, so she can guess what he is thinking. She smiles and put a finger on his mouth. \u0026quot;If you really want to, you can.jpgt me things, but don\u0026apos;t forget that we are not a couple and unless you pay me I have no obligation towards you. I know I might sound cold, but I\u0026apos;ve seen youngsters who gave their last coin, just because they hoped for something that is not there. We can have all the fun in the world, but there is no love between us. Okay?\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003ESo far she was free for the day and nodded on his question.\u003C/br\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:24:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494609840,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond forced a smile onto his face - even though he actually felt conflicted, knowing full well what she was, while at the same time harboring feelings that he knows he should not harbor towards her - but nevertheless, tried to respond to her. He was a young and naive fool, he needs to be told. \u0026quot;I understand.\u0026quot; - all he responded. Now he felt rather awkward, not knowing how to respond even further. Would it be socially acceptable for him to employ her services nevertheless? Would it not be a humiliation? That is why he failed to open his mouth and answer for quite a few seconds, unless explicitly told \u0026apos;snap out of it!\u0026apos;, as it could be noticed that he may have been deep in thought.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I like to live dangerously. Let my wallet bear the price of my love for you...\u0026quot; he laughed, trying to make a joke, even if it went a bit too close to reality.\u003C/br\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:30:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494610200,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie smiled at him as it seemed that he understood. She saw how hard it might have been for him to accept it and was about to brush over his cheek when he attempted a joke. She sighed and leaned back against the shelf with liquors. Maybe he didn\u0026apos;t want to accept it, wich put her in a awkward situation. Should she refuse her service towards him for a while so he might calm down, or just keep going. He was an adult and should be able to take the consequences of his actions.\u003Cbr\u003EShe closed her eyes for a moment. Also she worked here and angry customers were just as bad as sad ones.... She decided to keep going, if he wanted to throw all of hos money at her, it was his descission.\u003Cbr\u003EShe came back to the counter, wich was just a step forward. \u0026quot;So you want to buy me again?\u0026quot;\u003C/br\u003E\u003C/br\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:39:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494610740,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Off course I do. When would I even pass up an opportunity to be with such a perfection?\u0026quot; he responded to her, and drank the rest of the wine, in a manner considered rather fast for humans. How does he not get drunk after downing all of it so fast? \u0026quot;Well then... I suppose this time, we can do it wherever we want, eh?\u0026quot; and by that, he was referring to the question whether they should do it here - right in front of all the eyes - or upstairs, where they may have more privacy. Just like the last time, he was fine with either. \u0026quot;I cannot wait to taste you again...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:43:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494610980,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie came around the corner of the counter and leaned against him, her breasts pressing against his arm. \u0026quot;Then tell me, is there something you would like to do with me? Any fantasies of yours?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:46:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494611160,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiles as she came towards him, immediately overwhelmed by a euphoric feeling of happiness. Her soft breasts pressing against him is the heavens for him. Before he would even answer her question, he took it upon himself to wrap his arms around her and kiss her lips, then, only after the kiss, would he reply - \u0026quot;I... I would like to do what we did yesterday... if it is alright... and I would like you to... s-suck on my rod...\u0026quot; he said, albeit with some embarrassment, especially at the end of the sentence.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:48:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494611280,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie listens to his request and even answers his kiss for a bit.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Just a blowjob and some vanilla? Sure. 1 Gold piece then.\u0026quot; She points to a very comfortable chair near the fireplace. \u0026quot;Well have a seat and we can begin. \u0026quot;She is already walking over there and undoing her dress, putting it near the chair on the ground. Now she is waiting for him, naked. \u0026quot;Do you want me to suck you first or do you want to fuck me first?\u0026quot;\u003C/br\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:54:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494611640,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded, and afterwards, went towards the chair, where he begins undressing as fast as he can, sitting down. \u0026quot;I would prefer the first first...\u0026quot; meaning that he would prefer for her to suck him first, and then he would do her like he did yesterday. He has already taken out the piece of gold needed for the payment. This is what he wants.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:55:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494611700,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie sinks down in front of him down on her knees and crawls between his legs. She grabs his rod and massages it softly to get him rock solid. From time to time, she give the very tip a lick.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T19:58:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494611880,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond very clearly lets out a moan to signal the fact that he enjoys this treatment. But he is not willing to just sit idly and do nothing while he is being pleasured. The least he can do is to return the favor somehow.... and he does it the way she did it when he was sucking on her breasts - by rubbing her head. His rod has already gotten solid... but then again, it already becomes solid by the very sight of Naerie.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:00:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494612000,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026apos;s ear\u0026apos;s fold back as he begins to pet her. She enjoys it and begins to lick his shaft up and down, rubbing her face on it. Soon it is covered in her saliva. She smiles at it and takes the tip in her mouth, her tongue circles around it. Bit by bit she pushes herself deeper on his cock. He can feel how it is about to enter her throat and she kept going. Her nose pressed against his lower stomach as she looked up, her throat clearly bulging. Her tongue didn\u0026apos;t had much room to move so it just rubbed against his lover shaft. She swallowed a bit, so her throat contracted around him. However she did not flinch or pull back and just looked up at him to see if he liked it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:07:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494612420,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  definitely liked it. He loved it, in fact - hence another moan. Hence the continuation of his action of rubbing her head. \u0026quot;Y-yes...\u0026quot;. The deeper she goes, the more he likes it. While does find the sight of a woman with something bulging in his throat unusual, there is little he can do about that, so he simply enjoys the treatment - it is very visible that he does so, since he is smiling, he is moaning, he has the face of someone in ecstasy. What is there not to love about being pleasured in such a way?\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:10:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494612600,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  kept her head like that for a little bit longer before she pulls back. She takes a few deep breaths and looks at the wet cock. Without a word she sinks back down on it, this time not all the way. She rests her hand on his legs and moves her head up and down, circling his cock with her tongue.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:18:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494613080,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  seems to be enamoured in this experience even more than previously, as her action of blobbing her head and forth stimulates him even more than before. He fails to rub her head this time, but that is not much of an issue at this moment, as it takes no longer than a few mere moments to stimulate him enough to make him erupt without any warning, like last time. All straight into her mouth, or down her throat, unless she pulls out early enough. Maybe this is the pre-meal? The precursor to the main course?\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:21:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494613260,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  keeps going to please him with her mouth until she feels him twitching, she leans a little bit back and collects all of his seed in her mouth. Proud she shows it to him, before she swallows it down. Another last lick and a small suck to clean him up and she climbs on his lap, her legs spread, facing him. The vixen reaches down, grabs his shaft and lets him sink deep down into her. She moans deep and rests on his rod.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:24:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494613440,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  just smiles without words as he sees her show him what she has collected, but the aftermath is unexpected - he expected that he would have to climb over her, pin her down and go into her like last time. The fact that this time, she is the one who sits down on him is indeed a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. Moans ensure, and he takes his hands onto her hips, to assist her in moving up and down, so that he can go into her. The sounds are already being made.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:27:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494613620,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  moves her hip in small circles, letting his cock stir inside of her. \u0026quot;You like that?\u0026quot; She asks teasingly, as she adjusts her position a little bit. Once she was ready, she begins to lift herself up and falls back down on him, slowly letting him slip out of her before he is being rammed into her again. She was quit wet already and smears her juice over his cock, making it very slippery. Her breasts bounce up and down in front of him, while soft moans escape from the throat of the fox.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:32:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494613920,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  simply nodded to her. He does not usually speak while enjoying himself like that. He merely keeps pounding her, and moves her up and down, while also staring at her body, such as her beautiful breasts, her or her face. Like previously, he would definitely enjoy kissing her, but is not sure if under this situation, when jumping up and down is the only solution, whether that would be ideal or not. So he refrains from altering his position, and keeps going into her, groaning and moaning meanwhile.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:35:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494614100,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  begins to moan louder not long after she began to fuck him. Since this time she does all the work, her breath goes quite heavy. She increases the speed, her hip slapping against him. She squeels as she enjoys herself and keeps humping.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:39:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494614340,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  does is definitely enjoying what he is in right now, but nevertheless feels a bit bad at letting her do all the work. In the position they are in, it may be difficult for him to do anything except for moving her up and down, which is what he has been doing all the time. This time, he slides his hands from her hips towards her buttocks, so he can do that a bit more effectively. This way, she may be able to afford to move her face closer to his, letting them kiss while doing the intercourse, muffling their moans - if they live with the opportunity, that is.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:41:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494614460,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  instead of bowing down to kiss him, she grabs his head and presses it against her breasts. Her moaning is quite loud now and her juice is running down his cock. \u0026quot;You wanna come inside again?\u0026quot; She murrs down at him. He might notices that she tries to hold back her climax, but her inside is already twitching around his cock.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:47:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494614820,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nods, and indeed, just a mere seconds later, erupts into her, but will not pull out - he can not. He is not in a physical position to do so. Not that he\u0026apos;d want to anyway. He begins to suck on the breast he is closer to, and makes a slow attempt to begin moving her again, meaning that he wants a second round. Sucking on her breast while going into her. That\u0026apos;s one kind of a combination. This time, the second round is his actual intention.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:50:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615000,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  lets herself go as she feels his warm cum filling her up and lets him feel her climax. Naerie isn\u0026apos;t all that heavy and he could probably just stand up if he want\u0026apos;s to change position. She reaches down and gets her fingers wet, licking them clean after that. \u0026quot;You want some more?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:53:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615180,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  would normally say \u0026apos;Hell yeah!\u0026apos; with enthusiasm, but given how he is not the type who talks during sexual acts, he nods and smiles, meaning - yes. So he begins penetrating her once again, moving her up and down with his hand, while licking her breast, if it is close enough.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:55:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615300,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  makes it quite easy for him to lick on her breasts. As he simply continues in that position, she helps him, with pushing herself up and down on her own. She can feel how he keeps pushing his seed further into her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T20:59:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615540,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  re-starts to suck on that breast of hers, while keeping up with his effort to push into her. He keeps doing so, deliberately to make her moan. After all, that is exactly what he wants from her. He starts to pull her up and down even faster than before.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:02:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615720,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  moans become very short but alot higher and she digs her fingernails into his shoulders. \u0026quot; Yes! Fuck me more\u0026quot; She begs and is already gasping for air.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:04:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615840,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  now grabs Naerie, so he can change their position to be better-suited for the more heavier doing-it: he picks her up, makes her takes his former place at the seat, and now he is the one all around her, his legs wrapped around her and hers around his, his ramrod penetrating her. This time, he can do it faster and stronger than before. And now he puts in a surprise: he uses his magic to push himself in even harder and faster! He is doing exactly as she asked!\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:06:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494615960,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie  hold tight onto him as they change position. Stars begin to dance in front of her eyes as he gets even faster and she claws down his back in her rush of lust.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:09:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494616140,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  keeps on his magic - telekinesis - to keep going into her as hard as he can possibly get. At this point, all rationality is off the window, as all that remains is lust, pure lust. Now even he moans in ecstasy and groans like a wild man, while he is effectively fucking both Naerie and himself silly. He no longer even has his mouth closed, but instead breathes heavily while his tongue is out, like that of a dog, or a girl fucked silly. Yet the climax is nowhere in sight yet. It will take a bit more.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:12:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494616320,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie leaves red marks on his back as she drags down her fingernails on it. If he keeps it up she will have problems to walk for a few hours, but right now she doesn\u0026apos;t care. She keeps on moaning.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:16:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494616586,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - in all his ecstasy - does not notice the fact that her fingernails are burried deep in his back. This is something he will pay attention to later. He keeps on going into her, ignoring all the potential problems that may arrive in the future. He keeps drilling in as deep as he can... then at one moment, once again unexpectedly... eruption. This time seemingly more ferocious than before, with even more seeds leaving. This is what truly leaves him tired, exhausted, breathing heavily, fucked silly.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:18:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494616705,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie collapses exhausted onto him while he keeps fucking her for a little while longer. She just grunts as she is being fucked until he comes in her again. She needs a few minutes to regain her concious comepletly. She carefully gets off of him and stands up. \u0026quot;I need a bath...\u0026quot; Her hips hurt quite a bit.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:23:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494617027,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is not exactly in the perfect position either. This \u0026apos;forbidden magic trick\u0026apos; that made their intercourse a lot more enjoyable and exciting also left a toll on him, having a bit difficult time standing, therefore an awkward time taking on his clothes. \u0026quot;I could say the same...\u0026quot; he responded. \u0026quot;This was even better than last time... Every coin spent on you is a coin well-spent.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:25:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494617124,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie picks up her clothes and stumbles towards a door, were the \u0026#xB4;baths\n",                "date": "2017-05-12T21:34:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494617642,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Naerie picks up her clothes and stumbles towars a door were the baths were located. She opens the door and slips inside preparing a tub for him before she herself filled one for herself. A moment later she sinks into it and takes a little nap in it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:35:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494617744,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond struggles to walk to one of the closest chairs available, sit down on it, and stretch... and then just rest, after the physically exhausting things he has done previously.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:36:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494617815,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii returned to the tavern. Seems she was developing the unhealthy habit of afternoon drinking: \u0026quot;Oh. You\u0026apos;re here again. I guess you did say that you\u0026apos;d be returning.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:42:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494618143,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond has a difficult time turning his head around. \u0026quot;Yep, and return I did... she was amazing...\u0026quot; he said. Although he did have a bit of a misunderstanding with Naerie before about love... that is something to be expected, and that is exactly what Mary has predicted.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:44:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494618277,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii went towards the bar, immediately disappointed by the lack of serving staff. Despite the fact that she wasn\u0026apos;t getting served at an establishment she\u0026apos;d come to, she could at least get some enjoyment of casually talking about perverted things: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m glad. Did you try anything new and exciting? I do wish that there were... more men. At least amongst the staff that works here.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:50:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494618602,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond wanted to shake his head at first, but then it came to his mind - he used magic. He used telekinessis. \u0026quot;I guess using telekinessis to propell myself at an accelerated rate and with more force than normal could count... except that it leaves a serious toll, and left me barely able to stand up for a while. Guess I shouldn\u0026apos;t do that.\u0026quot; he remarked.\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:52:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494618760,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii decided to bring herself closer to Stephanus, to talk about his fun escapade. \u0026quot;Isn\u0026apos;t the goal of sex to be satisfied and tired to the point that you don\u0026apos;t want to stand or do much else? Because you look pretty worn out and happy. It\u0026apos;s not like the more violent types are around right now that would take advantage of your weakness, and I\u0026apos;m not drunk enough to do that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T21:58:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494619130,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughs. \u0026quot;Hah, that much is true... she is a true perfection. I wish I could be always with her.\u0026quot; betraying some of the content of the conversation betwene him and Naerie that Mary wasn\u0026apos;t here to be an earwitness of. \u0026quot;Ah well... the best I can do is to visit her as often as possible, and pay for her. Any coin spent on her is a coin spent on something good.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T22:00:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494619242,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii hesitated for a moment, but something had to be said: \u0026quot;She doesn\u0026apos;t love you.\u0026quot; Mary\u0026apos;s emotions sank when she said that; she didn\u0026apos;t want to be the one to sprinkle pain into paradise, but someone had to. \u0026quot;She doesn\u0026apos;t compliment you or even invite you to where she is; right now, she\u0026apos;s probably off working in the back... and after an activity like that, I bet you\u0026apos;re feeling a bit thirsty.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T22:06:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494619587,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded and sighed. \u0026quot;I am well aware of that... She is a whore. Merely doing her job keeping me happy for the payment.\u0026quot; he was not stupid. \u0026quot;The best I can do is to be her regular customer... after all, no one could beat the services she provides. As for thirst... good luck drinking when you can barely even stand up, haha...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T22:08:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494619714,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii understands, nodding in turn: \u0026quot;If I have ever learned anything, though I am a virgin, it\u0026apos;s that love and sex are two different things. Maybe she is particularly skilled, but if you plan to keep visiting her... maybe \u0026apos;hire\u0026apos; her, and then take her into a surprise!\u0026quot; Mary\u0026apos;s imagination went wild, as she painted the scene before her: \u0026quot;One of the side rooms with two nice meals ready, done by someone else. Lit by a few candles in the room; you\u0026apos;ve hired her, but she doesn\u0026apos;t have to \u0026apos;work\u0026apos;. She merely has to be herself and enjoy a fancy break.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s an idea, at least. It might not work, but I think expressing and receiving love is truly an important part of who we are.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-12T22:18:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494620309,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond thinks about her idea for a moment. \u0026quot;I will think about that. I will definitely think about that.\u0026quot; he responded. Why didn\u0026apos;t he think of that before? Well, now he has that idea.... \u0026quot;It is worth a try. After all, what can I lose, besides my money?\u0026quot; indeed. What else can he lose, besides his money? Well, possibly his state of mind...\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T22:21:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494620469,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii pouts: \u0026quot;I came here for drinks, and without any liquor there\u0026apos;s no reason for me to be here any longer.\u0026quot; On her way towards the door, she\u0026apos;d brush her hand along Stephanus\u0026apos; shoulder. \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s always the old double-play technique. She\u0026apos;s working here. I make moves on you and, if she actually gets jealous, it\u0026apos;s obvious that she\u0026apos;s been pretending to be cold and callous this whole time. Sounds fun to me, because you\u0026apos;re kind of cute.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EPoof. Mary disappeared out the doors ominously, after unveiling her devious strategies.",               "date": "2017-05-12T22:25:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494620701,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold sits at a table and looks around to see if anyone else was around. The anthro fox was nude like always as she picked up a book to read\n",               "date": "2017-05-12T23:16:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494623768,                "user": "Luna Gold"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 11., csütörtök, 17:52:45"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Erica Stonehoof wiped the sweat from her brow as she placed the glowing hot steel blade into the water. Steam burst up from the barrel while the blade hissed as it was rapidly cooled. From there, Erica grabbed one of the earlier swords she had been working on, one that was already cooled and ready to assemble. She had started making one the previous day though stopped once the sun had set. Starting again just before sunrise and finishing that one a few hours before this one. These two would probably not see a proper edge for a while as Erica was making practice swords from these two, meant for those who wished to work on their form, endurance or other skills without having to dent, knick or damage their own blades. From there, Erica pumped the bellows a few more times before going to the work bench where the pieces of the training sword lay about waiting to be put together. The craftsmanship on these was far from the work of a master artisan, but Erica wasn\u0026apos;t exactly a master of the forge herself. Piece by piece Erica began to assemble the sword, first the crossguard which needed several solid taps of the hammer to properly be fitted down to the base of the blade. Next came the rain guard and then after that, two shaped pieces of wood, with pin holes aligned with two others on the sword for the grip which would be wrapped in leather soon after the pins were hammered into place. Making sure the leather was properly fitted required a bit of stitch work, sewing it together and making sure it was tightly secure. The pommel trailed behind at the end of the assembly, pushing the bit of excess leather and the end of the grip into it before pounding that on with a hammer. After that, Erica made slight adjustments as needed, a couple smacks of the hammer here and there, going back over her stitch-work to make sure everything was properly bound before placing it up on the rack with the other training sword. It\u0026apos;d be a while before the third sword cooled down enough for more work to it, though her intentions for this one were more to actually make a proper sword out of it rather than something that can be smelted down and remade after several to a dozen bouts.\n",               "date": "2017-05-13T00:48:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494629299,                "user": "Erica Stonehoof"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 13., szombat, 11:29:36"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is sitting at a random table near the bar, as usual, yawning.\n",                "date": "2017-05-15T23:36:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1494884170,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 15., hétfő, 10:57:15"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii enters the tavern. \u0026quot; I don\u0026apos;t know what I\u0026apos;m expecting, but hopefully I\u0026apos;ll get some entertainment.\u0026quot; Thus, she\u0026apos;d head to the bar and look for points of interest. \u0026quot;Gotta wait until it\u0026apos;s past noon to get the good drinks.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T20:50:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047041,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold is relaxing by the fireplace warming up \u0026quot;Ahh nice and toasty\u0026quot; she said\n",                "date": "2017-05-17T20:51:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047119,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is already in the tavern - sitting by himself, wondering what to do today. \u0026quot;Maybe I should get a drink too...\u0026quot; he thinks out loud, while hearing that some people have arrived.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T20:52:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047125,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii points towards the ceiling, for some reason. \u0026quot;We should be able to \u0026apos;feel\u0026apos; when the time is right. Or, at least, that\u0026apos;s one of my, uh, powers. The power to know when I\u0026apos;m tired of waiting.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T20:55:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047346,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stands up and stretches himself. \u0026quot;Guess it\u0026apos;ll be the usual... pay for the drink, pay for the barmaid, eh?\u0026quot; he rhetorically asked from himself out loud. \u0026quot;One can never drink too much.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T20:57:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047455,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii laughed. A knowing laugh, at his last few words. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think you\u0026apos;ve had enough booze in your life. Anyways... did you use that plan we talked about, or put any thought into it?\u0026quot; While waiting, she\u0026apos;d tap her finger on the bar top, pointing towards Luna with her other hand: \u0026quot;And, what\u0026apos;s wrong with her? You\u0026apos;ve gotta capitalize on the whole \u0026apos;jealousy\u0026apos; thing.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:00:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047648,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold looks over to Mary \u0026quot;Huh? What did I do?\u0026quot; the fox asked being covered in a blanket\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:02:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047738,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at Mary and thought for a moment. \u0026quot;I did. I approve of the plan. I\u0026apos;m skeptical if she\u0026apos;ll truly get jealous, but it doesn\u0026apos;t hurt to try. After all, what do I got to lose?\u0026quot; he asked from Mary, then walked towards the bar. \u0026quot;I guess I\u0026apos;ll just wait till the booze-bringer arrives, unless you plan to set it into motion right now. Do you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:03:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495047795,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had never been more confused before in her entire life. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know her personally. I don\u0026apos;t even know where she is. If she does show up, it\u0026apos;ll be by random chance. What I am trying to suggest...\u0026quot; Luna was watching. This didn\u0026apos;t help her plan at all: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m trying to suggest that you can have other playmates, and that fox lady can be quite fun. The more women you acquire, the, uh. Easier it\u0026apos;ll be.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:07:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048076,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold gets up and walks over \u0026quot;What are you two talking about?\u0026apos; she asked holding the blanket up\n",                "date": "2017-05-17T21:08:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048122,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had to cover her tracks. \u0026quot;F-fish. I love fish. And, oh my god, I need a drink really badly!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:09:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048180,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond thoughts to himself, for a moment, completely oblivious to the presence of the fox. \u0026quot;Ehh... b-but I... w-well... it\u0026apos;s not like I don\u0026apos;t, b-but...\u0026quot; not making any sense. Then he noticed the fox being present, immediately starting to glare at her. \u0026quot;Food.\u0026quot; he finished the sentence. He originally intended to say \u0026apos;I want to be with only one...\u0026apos;, but couldn\u0026apos;t.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:10:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048230,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold backs up a bit from them \u0026quot;Umm okay.....I can cook something if needed\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-17T21:13:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048395,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii took a deep breath. \u0026quot;No, it\u0026apos;s fine. I know a spell to take care of this.\u0026quot; Putting her hands together, she\u0026apos;d prepare herself for a mystical incantation, which pretty much amounted to her screaming out: \u0026quot;NAERIE I\u0026apos;M FUCKING THIRSTY, HELP! I\u0026apos;M GOING TO DIE FROM THE ABSENCE OF BEING DRUNK, GOD HELP ME!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:15:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048549,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond assumes a flat face. \u0026quot;That was no ordinary magic spell, I can tell you that.\u0026quot; he remarks. \u0026quot;But yeah, some drinks could be useful. Especially in this heat. Oh, this heat.... Naerie, where are you when we need you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:17:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048638,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie was sleeping on one of the wooden beams under the roof as a pure fox. As she hears the screaming she looks down in a rather lazy fashion, yawns and knoks a acorn down in her lap, before she waves her tail and a cup levitates onto the counter followed by a small jug containing some strong liquour.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:18:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048696,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold sits back down in front of the fireplace. \u0026quot;Well it does not help that we have a fire going\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:19:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048754,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii saw a cup flying over to her. Mary... was absolutely fucking astounded. \u0026quot;W-wow.\u0026quot; She took the cup up to her face and immediately, with a big gulp, felt joyous. \u0026quot;The spell worked! She\u0026apos;s not here, but I\u0026apos;m happy! Oh my god, I need to write that spell down or something.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:20:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048848,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s great, but where\u0026apos;s my drink?\u0026quot; looking at the drink that is implied to be intended for... implied?! It WAS intended for Mary, and even if it wasn\u0026apos;t, she drank it all! \u0026quot;Should I help myself and get her?\u0026quot; he asked rhetorically, knowing that the answer is no and doing so is against the rules.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:22:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495048946,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii thought about what Stephanus just said... and Mary slowly repeated the incantation to herself again, in whispers. \u0026quot;Oh my god. I... I drank Naerie, I think. I asked her to come here, and she came here in, uh, cup and drink form.\u0026quot; Mary shouted to Luna: \u0026quot;If the fire is getting in the way, put it out! I\u0026apos;m going to have to throw her back up!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:24:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049044,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie murrs, because she wanted to have a lazy day, but oh well.... One does better have an eye on Mary before she does something stupid. Meanwhile another cup floats in front of Stephanis ans a third in front of Luna. His cup fills with the same alcohol, while Luna gets grape juice.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:25:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049131,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does in fact notice the cup floating around him, and grabs it immediately, and downs it all. \u0026quot;Ah, much better...\u0026quot; but he doesn\u0026apos;t feel quite drunk yet. Maybe he\u0026apos;ll order another round. Or just wait until he can actually do that.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:26:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049198,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold smiles and takes he grape juice still holding up her blanket\n",                "date": "2017-05-17T21:26:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049203,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had definitely entered the lower realms of lucidity. \u0026quot;Nooo. Guys, stooop. We need to pour all of the Naerie back into one cup, so she can keep being hot around here.\u0026quot; Mary collapsed her upper half on the bar top. \u0026quot;Now she\u0026apos;sh gone forever, because you fucks are alcoholicsh!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:28:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049299,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie just can\u0026apos;t ressist the opportunity to mess with Mary. Her cup, and only hers, begins to leak over the counter and a face forms, at least the rough shape.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I thought you loved me! By did you drank my essence? Curses on you! Now everything you put in your mouth shall taste like fur!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EDespite all her shenanigans she takes care of the other two and a plate with meat howers out of the kitchen and in front of them together with a basket filled with bread, the Cups get refilled, once they are empty.",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:32:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049555,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just facepalms and waits for the events to unfold, albeit he is skeptical of what is going on. Nevertheless, he pretends to buy it all. \u0026quot;M-my beloved Naerie is gone?! M-my Naerie?! Noooo!\u0026quot; he said it, playing coy. In reality, he was highly skeptical, and suspected foul play being involved. \u0026quot;Wait, who filled up my cup again?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:34:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049664,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii almost started crying, from fear! \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t want this lesbian curse! I didn\u0026apos;t even know - I\u0026apos;m on it! Fixing it!\u0026quot; Mary leaped off of her chair... falling onto the floor... and then she\u0026apos;d get up, and charge towards the back. When she returned, she had a bottle of strong scotch: \u0026quot;I use my most powerful smell! Wait, I mean, SPELL!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EImmediately chugging the bottle of scotch, Mary wouldn\u0026apos;t let up until... until she fell on the floor and started vomiting horrendously.",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:36:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495049761,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie raises an eyebrow as she sees Mary chugging down more and more scotch before she falls over and vomits on the floor. \u0026quot;... For fox sake....\u0026quot; She hops down, first on the chandelier than a table and finaly the floor, before she jumps up on the counter. \u0026quot;No more alcohol for you Mary.\u0026quot; A squad of cleaning tools wobbles out of the closet and begins to take care of the mess the woman made. Said women gets also taken care of as a comfortable chair walks over, grabs her and forces her to sit down.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:40:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050027,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs as he finally sees Naerie - or is he imagining things? - \u0026quot;Naerie!\u0026quot; he says, but then looks at his full cup. After some hesitation, he downs the contents of the cup... and suddenly feels strange. For a moment, it looks like as if he got frozen in time. Then his face gradually turns red, and he shifts his sight from Naerie to Mary. It\u0026apos;s almost as if he\u0026apos;s looking at her lewdly. He says no words, while his eyes are moving around, as if his vision is constantly on something else.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:43:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050205,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was in the chair, slumped over. She wasn\u0026apos;t unconscious, but people aren\u0026apos;t supposed to drink scotch like water. She\u0026apos;d lift her arms into the air: \u0026quot;The cursesh has passed! Helrph-\u0026quot; Now she was falling out of the chair again. \u0026quot;STEVEMUS, THE TOOLS ARE STEALING THE NAERIE JUICE!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:44:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050243,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Will you shut it and stay put?\u0026quot; At this point she began to tie Mary to the chair, mostly for her own good, a bucket was also present, just in case....\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe snatched some of the meat from the plate and ate it. The vixen did ignore Stephs views however, this kind of service was not availible right now.",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:47:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050425,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was not even looking for those kind of services at the moment, just observing what was going on... while observing Mary at the same time, and simultaneously, appearing somewhat drunk and red. He remained completely silent during all of that.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:48:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050501,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was now tied to a chair. \u0026quot;T-thish is kinky, and there aren\u0026apos;t even enough hot guysh? Where\u0026apos;s the weiner-flappers?\u0026quot; Her head tilted and swayed as her whims came and went, but she wasn\u0026apos;t going to fall out of the chair. \u0026quot;Oh no! Is this a rape? Am I rape?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:50:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050627,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie growls at Mary before she eats another piece of meat and pours a bowl of cold water over her, before she gets a cup with coffee. \u0026quot;No you are not being raped, I just don\u0026apos;t want you to lay in a pool of vomit.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:53:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050811,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is still observing the event going on. \u0026quot;Mazhy shtill looksh lovely...\u0026quot; he said randomly, out of blue. When he\u0026apos;s not sober, he will mispronounce R as ZH. \u0026quot;Izh Mazhy going to be shafe?\u0026quot;.\n",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:56:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495050980,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was hit with some water. What a refreshing experience! She\u0026apos;d growl at the fox talking to her: \u0026quot;You can fplash me all you want, aha! I\u0026apos;mma enjoy this rape.\u0026quot; A sick smile crossed her face. \u0026quot;You didensht... did-ent. YOU DIDN\u0026apos;T know, that being drowned, tied up and cut up are all of my fetishes!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Fear not, hot... hot guy, that looks really far away! I am rape, and when I break out... oh my god, I\u0026apos;m thirsty.\u0026quot; Never had Mary been so drunk before, but she did drink half a bottle of scotch in under two minutes.",               "date": "2017-05-17T21:57:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495051073,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii \u0026quot;Alsho, I need cuddle times.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-17T21:58:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495051139,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;I am not going to cuddle with you when your breath smells like vomit.\u0026quot; However she gave her a glass with apple juice and a straw that was long enough to reach up to her mouth.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E", "date": "2017-05-17T22:11:07.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495051867, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is unsure whether he should stand up and actually attempt to make a move on Mary - or as he calls her now, Mazhy - or just stay put. Even given his state, he is sure that the fox lady will stop him from tryin go to cuddle Mary...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EBut then she was given a straw. So he remained put, waiting for her to finish drinking. Then he can go on to attempt to cuddle her...", "date": "2017-05-17T22:11:43.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495051903, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii poked at the straw with her nose a few times, before leaning back in the chair. In a span of about ten seconds, her eyes closed and she went limp, fast asleep. She snored, ceased all movement, and was now just a Mary in a chair.\n", "date": "2017-05-17T22:13:13.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495051993, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Naerie put a blanket over her and thought it would be best if she slept for a while. She herself curled up into a \u003Ca href=\"https://68.media.tumblr.com/8bbefb65f7f1c1022b7512255d0ec961/tumblr_ojn6exVk2z1vmobp0o1_1280.jpg\"\u003E Foxball\u003C/a\u003E and watched the others.\n", "date": "2017-05-17T22:25:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495052757, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was quite disappointed that nothing truly noteworthy would happen today... but such is life. He makes an attempt to fall asleep right there where he is sitting, albeit is likely going to fail at doing so.\n", "date": "2017-05-17T22:27:45.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495052865, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 17., szerda, 19:57:58" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is at the bar once again... this time, sober.\n", "date": "2017-05-18T00:35:24.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495060524, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Erica Stonehoof pushes the door to the tavern open, carrying several pieces of cut wood over her shoulder. The horse woman makes her way over towards the fireplace, setting down the wood on the small internal rack nearby before tossing one of the log chunks into the fireplace to keep the flames up. After that Erica got up and headed back out the door, then returned after several minutes with another stack of wood. This time she headed back around the bar and into the kitchen to drop these one\u0026apos;s off before coming back out and walking up behind the bar, fixing herself something to drink. With mug in hand, Erica moved to a stool and sat down with her back leaning up against the counter. \u0026quot;Seems a bit dead here today.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-18T02:41:09.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495068069, "user": "Erica Stonehoof" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 18., csütörtök, 12:39:32" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his apparence in the tavern by walking in, rather than already being inside, as usual. He is wearing his normal, everyday linen clothing, and his gambeson over that. No chainmail or plates this time. On his belt is his scabbard, with his sword within it. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s see what kind of company will I find today...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-20T20:40:07.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495305607, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was asleep at the bar. Leaned over, seated on a stool with her upper half laying on top; there\u0026apos;s even drool dripping out onto the bar. This is evidence enough that this place has been quiet for some time.\n", "date": "2017-05-20T20:52:17.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495306337, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond has noticed that someone was already here. Although it took some time for him to notice that. He did not want to awaken the individual - Mary - but nevertheless walked close enough, and sat next to where she was seated. Then silently sighed. ~ Should I... make an attempt at scaring her? ~ he thought to himself, and out of blue, placed his hand onto her head to rub it like that of a pet. Why? Because he\u0026apos;s bored, and getting her reaction will probably make the day less boring.-\n", "date": "2017-05-20T21:19:04.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495307944, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was really hard to awaken. Despite her animal ears open in plain view, they must have not been very effective for hearing; moreso, they were probably a byproduct of her existence. As she is pet, she begins to shiver. In her sleep, she seems to be experiencing extreme discomfort, even repositioning. Despite who Mary was today, being pet seems to bring back bad memories.\n", "date": "2017-05-20T21:30:39.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495308639, "user": "Mary Lenaii" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 20., szombat, 14:20:59" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "The Sacred Smith peeks his head inside..\n", "date": "2017-05-22T13:35:23.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495452923, "user": "The Sacred Smith" },           {                "content": "Magthar enters the tavern rather cautiously, never letting his guard down for possible hostile reaction. He realized that there aren\u0026apos;t much people inside as he made his way to far corner table and sits down.\n", "date": "2017-05-22T13:39:33.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495453173, "user": "Magthar" },           {                "content": "Aetharis hasn\u0026apos;t been doing much other than sitting on a stool, behind the bar\u0026apos;s counter drinking something other than water or ale. Had fog rolling off the sides, for much of what could happen. Nothing did other than he looked to be in a deep thought, spacing out looking at nothing in particular.\n", "date": "2017-05-22T13:43:05.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495453385, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is sitting in the tavern. As in, on a chair near the bar. With his usual clothing on. Albeit he isi only half-wake, being as bored as it gets. So what did he do? He was reading a book, that\u0026apos;s what he was doing. At least, until anyone interesting would arrive, that is.\n", "date": "2017-05-22T20:19:51.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495477191, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was asleep at the bar... again? Or had she been asleep the entire time? She\u0026apos;d sit up, rubbing her eyes. \u0026quot;What are you doing here?\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d stare at Stephanus, confused as ever. \u0026quot;This place is as dead as it gets, so I\u0026apos;m just going to live here until it gets infested with bandits, or something.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-22T20:23:42.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495477422, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raised his eyebrows at the question, not sure how to respond entirely... so he responded with a half-assed joke that sounded entirely serious, due to his monotone voice caused by the overall lack of energy he had at the moment. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to stay here with you, and probably treat you as my wife.\u0026quot; he made the \u0026apos;joke\u0026apos; with his monotone voice, making it not sound like a joke at all.\n", "date": "2017-05-22T20:25:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495477514, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii slowly stood up out of her chair, pointing at the floor. \u0026quot;Death lightning.\u0026quot; Hmm. No magic was summoned, so this wasn\u0026apos;t a dream. \u0026quot;Okay, hold on.\u0026quot; She had to think about how to express this to him: \u0026quot;I am legitimately perhaps, like, one of the worst women you could get with? Even Naerie is better, and she doesn\u0026apos;t care about you.\u0026quot; Thus, she\u0026apos;d start to count on her fingers: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m an alcoholic, I have, like, a physical curse? I don\u0026apos;t even have a job? I don\u0026apos;t even do the sex thing, so that\u0026apos;s not a redeemable factor.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-22T20:32:02.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495477922, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026apos;s expression remained.... expressionless. Or rather, emotionless. She didn\u0026apos;t seem to get the fact that it was merely a joke. But then again, he can\u0026apos;t blame her - he was the one who voiced it all in such a monotone matter, that it sounded like he was legitimately serious. So he remained expressionless for a moment... then replied.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not that picky...\u0026quot; but then he realized he was only feeding into her misconception that he was being serious. \u0026quot;Jokes aside... I don\u0026apos;t really have anything better to do than be at here, so... \u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-22T20:34:19.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495478059, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii didn\u0026apos;t take it as a joke at all. It wasn\u0026apos;t a joke that they were two people in a dead land; the only two people for maybe ten or fifty miles. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve never had anyone actually like me in my entire life, much less an upstanding, handsome man like yourself. I guess my instincts are to push you away, so you can find someone worth your time.\u0026quot; Mary legitimately thought that little of herself, as she read it off like facts from a page.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You can do better than this. There\u0026apos;s towns left and right, inns and taverns with people to love; you just need to be willing to stretch yourself out a little bit, and accept a pinch of loneliness for every ounce of affection you get. Seriously, you\u0026apos;re worth it.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-22T20:45:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495478738, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but laugh at being called handsome. \u0026quot;Ha, me? I\u0026apos;m not so sure...\u0026quot; gradually losing his ability to speak. Te thought about it for a moment, unsure how to truly respond. The laughter and denial was his instinctive impulse-reaction to the unexpected complement that effectively short-circuited out his brain for a moment. To him, being called handsome, being considered a man whom women would fall for, or being called someone who deserves better... was like something that does not compute.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EGiving up on trying to comprehend why a woman would even think about complementing him the way he complements women, he instead mentally shrugged and left the issue unresolved, trying to get back to his former self.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Who\u0026apos;se to say that I can even find one even as remotely beautiful as you?\u0026quot; he made his back-handed attempt at \u0026apos;flirting\u0026apos; back. Truth be told, he didn\u0026apos;t know her. He only met her a few times. So he neither liked, nor disliked her. But she doesn\u0026apos;t need to know that.",               "date": "2017-05-22T20:51:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495479080,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii reeled back. \u0026quot;Okay, hold on.\u0026quot; Mary started to peel off her cloak, followed by her shirt. There were soft, large breasts out in the open but that wasn\u0026apos;t what she was trying to show him. She would show him that she wasn\u0026apos;t human.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe didn\u0026apos;t have a back, or spine. Her back was layers upon layers of carapace, from her rear to her shoulders. She was, essentially, a living millipede person. Her left leg, now mostly visible, looked like a furred, black animal leg, while her right was a default human leg.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAfter showing her horrifying features off to him, she\u0026apos;d pull her clothes back on. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t tell anyone about that stuff. There\u0026apos;s a reason I hide under my clothes and pretend to be a person - and also, a reason that I drink!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-22T21:05:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495479957,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond once again raised his eyebrows, as she started removing her clothing. As a man, he would be aroused by breasts, like any man, but nevertheless held it back and the only visible response was the raising of his eyebrows. Then came the abomination. He didn\u0026apos;t know what to make of her lower body, spine, or back. Part of him wanted to say \u0026apos;It\u0026apos;s an abomination!\u0026apos;, but he held it back, once again, with the only visible reaction being the fact that his eyebrows are raised, like when someone sees something that would normally provoke a facepalm.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe did not wish to offend her, although he really wanted to say \u0026quot;I guess you are right about that...\u0026apos; - so he remained silent, turning expressionless.",               "date": "2017-05-22T21:10:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495480200,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii \u0026quot;So, look. It\u0026apos;s not going to work - but that\u0026apos;s not the problem here. I don\u0026apos;t want you to give up on your ambitions. There\u0026apos;s hoards of women out there who would clamber and fight over you, and they\u0026apos;re all somewhere other than here. Don\u0026apos;t give up! Visit these places, investigate them, meet new friends - but no matter what you do, don\u0026apos;t just settle for this! You can do so much more, and so much better!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-22T21:14:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495480496,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but scratch his head. \u0026quot;I know what thou art saying, albeit I would doubt it very much that women would fight over someone like me... I\u0026apos;m of commoner birth, I lack the charisma to get a lady off her legs, and if anything... my tendency to be forward with how I feel would most likely turn them away. I am a man of action, not words. I play no games.\u0026quot; he said it. Then he sighed. \u0026quot;Maybe I am just a simpleton who cannot comprehend the refined art of romance... What is on my heart is on my lips. I say what I feel. I play no games.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe was unsure how to express himself properly. He could have also mentioned how he gets attached to a person way too quickly. Or that he feels compelled to prove his love for a person, even if it is unwanted. \u0026quot;But I understand it. This beauty is off-limits, for what she hides underneath is a nightmare.\u0026quot; at least he made an attempt at agreeing that it\u0026apos;s not going to work for those obvious reasons without offending Mary... or at least, without deliberately offending her. Or at least, trying not to offend her.",               "date": "2017-05-22T21:21:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495480876,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii couldn\u0026apos;t be offended, because that was the reality that she herself accepted. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not that I\u0026apos;m off limits. Okay, I see what\u0026apos;s happening.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d look over Stephanus. \u0026quot;We\u0026apos;re stuck here, berating ourselves until the end of time. We both don\u0026apos;t think we have any value, and that\u0026apos;s why we can\u0026apos;t leave this place.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Okay, I accept. We can be married. We\u0026apos;re like two broken ladders that can be put together to form one somewhat-functional ladder.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d wink, and include: \u0026quot;And, if any other girls show up here, you can have them! I\u0026apos;m not the jealous type, at all! I philosophically believe a person should experience as much love as they\u0026apos;re able to!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-22T21:45:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495482338,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond wasn\u0026apos;t sure what she meant by marriage. Maybe she was joking back to him? He knew not. He had to think about it a lot.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Hahaha... I am not so sure if I would be capable of cheating on my beloved wife. I was brought up considering it my duty to cherish her and always do my best to put a smile on her beautiful face.... Even if one is alright with it, I would be uncomfortable.\u0026quot; he tried to make the argument half-seriously.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But either way... when shall we seal the deal?\u0026quot; he winked to her. He was still not sure if she meant it seriously, but if she did... then he\u0026apos;d have to get used to it.",               "date": "2017-05-22T21:51:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495482677,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii nods. \u0026quot;I guess. What else are we supposed to do? We can seal the deal right now.\u0026quot; Mary slipped behind the bar, as without the whims of the servants or anyone else, this place was practically theirs. She\u0026apos;d get both of them a nice mug of booze, whereby she\u0026apos;d pick hers up and get ready to clang it against his: \u0026quot;To a bizarre marriage, in the loneliest place on this world.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-22T22:06:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495483601,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to her, stood up, right in front of her, did what she did - picking up a mug full of an alcoholic beverage, clanging it against the mug held by Mary. \u0026quot;To a bizarre marriage in the loneliest place on the world. Now, I may kiss the bride...\u0026quot; he said, offeciating his own \u0026apos;wedding\u0026apos;, leaning in for Mary to kiss her lips... if she would return it, that is. If she does not resist it, that is. But if she does, it is probably going to be nothing, but drinking.\n",               "date": "2017-05-22T22:09:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495483771,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii thankfully was still behind the bar, so she had the distance to resist. \u0026quot;Uh.\u0026quot; She was embarrassed and disappointed that something like kissing had become something that she didn\u0026apos;t quite understand. \u0026quot;M-maybe next time.\u0026quot; Thus, she\u0026apos;d flush that booze down her throat and head towards one of the rooms, for some post-alcohol nap time. \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s always tomorrow!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-22T22:18:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495484287,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was also somewhat disappointed. But what could he do? Only sigh and shrug. \u0026quot;Well, allright.\u0026quot; and do what she did - down all the booze down his throat. Then it\u0026apos;s probably resting time. Not much else he can do.\n",               "date": "2017-05-22T22:22:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495484528,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 22., hétfő, 10:50:11"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis Hello and welcome Therazine\n",                "date": "2017-05-23T11:08:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495530536,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Therazine Ah, why thank you! I take it that this is a rather fresh and growing idea of sorts, hnnh?\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T11:11:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495530684,                "user": "Therazine"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Room it\u0026apos;s self isn\u0026apos;t, just little under the radar. But yes a growing idea.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T11:14:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495530887,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Therazine Ohoooh, nice~ Well it\u0026apos;s a lovable premise that I hope will grow, in time. This lil\u0026apos; neko wouldn\u0026apos;t mind some hot evenings of servicing clients, whether for food and drink and a pleasant chat, or more. But we\u0026apos;ll see about that in time.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T11:41:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495532519,                "user": "Therazine"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Will be a while before it will be filled with people. Or at least enough of them to really kick off.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T11:42:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495532566,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Magthar enters.\n",                "date": "2017-05-23T11:51:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495533091,                "user": "Magthar"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith awakens late in the day, her exhausted figure tangled in the sheets. After a bit of tugging and strategic rolling, a soft \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ethump\u003C/span\u003E is heard by any nearby. \u0026quot;Fuck,\u0026quot; the ginger grumbles, taking the time to pause and blow hair from her face. Encouraged by an ache in her gut, Eve moves her petite figure over to her clothes so that she might get dressed. Today is the usual; a dark green shirt with a high collar and low hem, as well as her favored pair of black trousers. Last of all a set of brown leather boots are pulled over her loose, but not baggy clothing. A short stride is taken back to the tavern\u0026apos;s main hall. Last night had shown her nudity and laughter. Today she hopes for a bit of a tamer atmosphere. She sits on one of the couches by the mantle. So far so good.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T19:10:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495559452,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii appears from the side room she fell asleep in; another drunken, wonderful night. \u0026quot;Okay.\u0026quot; She brushed through her messy bedheaded hair: \u0026quot;Today is the day. Today, we\u0026apos;re going to get things done.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EDespite her reassurance of that, she still ended up seating herself near the liquor, thinking of her next step.",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:40:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495564823,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis drinking a few \u0026apos;light\u0026apos; drinks of different alcohol and what not. Wasn\u0026apos;t the typical stuff he served his customers when they asked for it. This was different, much stronger for the body to handle. As most ale\u0026apos;s or drinks didn\u0026apos;t phase him hardly with out having to drink thirty or so mug shots worth. This was different for the case as he finally had the brew sitting for a while. Making sure it would definitely get underway. What ever happens he won\u0026apos;t remember a single bit of the event\u0026apos;s which could take place.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:45:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495565109,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is at the bar, or rather, sitting at a chair in front of the bar... with him sleeping and having his head on the counter. And snoring lightly. That is all that he is doing at the moment. He did not notice that anyone may be here - such as his recently wed one, Mary.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:46:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495565182,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii immediately steps up from her chair, in absolute surprise. She\u0026apos;d rush over to Stephanus and slap him in the back of the head: \u0026quot;Uh. Uhhh. Remember when we said, \u0026apos;oh, nobody else is ever coming here so I guess we own this place and we\u0026apos;ll be married because why not?\u0026apos; Look. He, uh.\u0026quot; She points towards Aetharis, confused. \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s back. He just got lost for... a week? Two?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:48:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495565309,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond woke up immediately after being woken up by Mary... if that sentence even makes remote sense. Well, whatever happened, the half-asleep knight woke up, shaked his head violently for a moment to make sure he has fully woken up, and then responded as fast as he could. \u0026quot;What? He\u0026apos;s here? Where?\u0026quot; but it seems like Mary was already pointing towards Aetharis. Then he raised his eyebrows. \u0026quot;Well, I guess the marriage is no longer a secret between us...\u0026quot; he sarcastically remarked, comically - or maybe deliberately - missing the entire point.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:50:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495565449,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith had spent the night in the tavern, thanks to Luna. The ginger steps from the outside of the tavern, using her elbow to nudge the door open while her fingers work to pull her curled ginger locks into as neat of a braid as she can. She glances at the three figures present and hurriedly finishes wrapping one lock around the other. Her task complete, the petite woman bows her head briefly, brown eyes studious. The words \u0026apos;marriage\u0026apos; and \u0026apos;secret\u0026apos; get her attention...like she\u0026apos;s walked in at the worst possible time.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:52:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495565520,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shook his head, not minding what happened, all that happened now was him getting a little buzzed if at all possible. From that he looked at Mary and Stephanus, as he took a large drink of the ale in his tankard the male half-elf looking man seen the new female enter the tavern. \u0026quot; Well....hello...there...come and enjoy your self. \u0026quot; What ever was in his drink was definitely working him over the edge, thus with the smile on his face, even small blushes formed. In a good mood already, how long will it last. Much less how much is he going to drink, despite all that the man\u0026apos;s form didn\u0026apos;t change at all while standing still.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T20:56:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495565784,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii took the time to sneak behind Stephanus and give him some affectionate rubs. She\u0026apos;d start at the shoulders, kneading away like a cat, giving him an afternoon massage. She wasn\u0026apos;t fully awake herself; she was partway tempted to just drag Stephanus off for an afternoon nap... but, she had to abuse this situation. The situation of a drunk Aetharis.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo, of course, she weaseled her way over to Eve. \u0026quot;Wow, miss! Welcome to our tavern! I have some exciting news to bring you.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d nod, as a wide smile crossed her face. Pointing again towards Aetharis; \u0026quot;This fellow is generally quite reserved! Boy, he isn\u0026apos;t very affectionate - but to you? He seems as open as a book. I\u0026apos;d dare say that it seems... he wants you! Why not spark up a conversation?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs if to seal the deal, she\u0026apos;d also whisper: \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E \u0026quot;Also, he\u0026apos;s rich.\u0026quot; \u003C/span\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:01:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495566074,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tensed up first, as he witnessed his newly-wed wife march behind him and effectively massage his shoulders, enjoying it, but unsure what she was trying to get at... and just when he was trying to enjoy himself, she was gone, informing a newcomer about... a delicate situation. He would stand up and wait for Mary to return... or slowly walk closer and closer to her, should she take too long. And once she is finished talking to other people, he would give her her \u0026apos;reward\u0026apos; - a surprise-attack: hand on the cheek, then smooch.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThat is, a kiss. But all of that only after she is finished with handling such business. For now, he is merely standing in his place, waiting for her, preparing to start marching towards her, should she take too long for his taste.\n\u003Cbr\u003EAfter the execution of such plans, maybe he can watch what may go on between Eve and Aetharis.",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:05:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495566315,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is starting to wonder if there\u0026apos;s a \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Egood\u003C/span\u003E time to come in. She glances first at Aetharis, catching his drunken greeting. She opens her mouth to respond, only to have sweet Mary beside her, offering a bit more of a comprehensive greeting and words just as forward. \u0026quot;Uh...\u0026quot; normally she\u0026apos;d have some sort of retort, but her mind is groggy from sleep and utterly unprepared for such boldness this early in the afternoon. \u0026quot;If he\u0026apos;s rich, why would he go for a ginger?\u0026quot; Comes a whispered response, finally getting a foothold in her usual best friend: sarcasm. Since Stephanus is yet to say a thing, she thinks he just might be the sanest one of hem in the room.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:12:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495566753,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii turned around, still busy with Eve. Unfortunately, she\u0026apos;d test Stephanus\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:17:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495567025,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E fuck you, enter key.\u003C/span\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-05-23T21:17:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495567034,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis in the drunken state he couldn\u0026apos;t tell what really was going on, or could he. The male stood there watching every one, yet he seemed to have moved. Even though he was drunk, way he walked one couldn\u0026apos;t tell at all. After all how much would be needed to get him to wobble. \u0026quot; Well then every one, what will be the best way to figure out a \u0026apos;meal\u0026apos; or even a snack. Yet I don\u0026apos;t think there isn\u0026apos;t anything that can surprise me. \u0026quot; From here it was clear either he did this on purpose or was actually effect. Even walked around to lay on the comfy couch next to the fire place drinking more of what ever it was.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:18:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495567095,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii turned around, still busy with Eve. Unfortunately, she\u0026apos;d test Stephanus\u0026apos; patience... but, she had a plan. \u0026quot;Look, he has weird tastes, alright? That\u0026apos;s why he, uh. Wants some ginger.\u0026quot; As Aetharis asked for a snack, she\u0026apos;d point at Eve. \u0026quot;Here\u0026apos;s your snack.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBut, Eve wasn\u0026apos;t biting, and she noticed her looking at him. \u0026quot;Oh, so let me get this straight. You\u0026apos;re NOT interested in that hot elf man, but you want MY husband? You\u0026apos;re obscene. Ridiculous. I should have you arrested... but I\u0026apos;ll allow it.\u0026quot; After much debate, she\u0026apos;d nod. \u0026quot;Adultery is hot. I\u0026apos;ll allow you to fuck my husband. I\u0026apos;ll even watch, for, uh. Scorekeeping.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:21:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495567273,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but overhear the conversation, and given how he was being mentioned, he had to step in. Eve might have considered him the sanest one until this point, but now that he is also going to open his mouth, she may reconsider it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sweetheart, dost thou not think that I also have a say in that?\u0026quot; he asked from Mary, getting even closer to her, and putting his hand onto her shoulder as soon as he was close enough to do so. \u0026quot;Thou knowest that I wouldn\u0026apos;t cheat on thee...\u0026quot; finally taking the opportunity to peck a kiss on her cheek. Then looked over to Eve.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Ignore what my beautiful wife said about that... I am not fond of adultery. Just go to talk to the elf. He is... unlikely to resist.\u0026quot; then he sighed and shrugged in relief.",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:26:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495567576,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis couldn\u0026apos;t help but listen this time around and leaned up looking over the couch at them all. \u0026quot; What...is..this...about...I am unlikely to resist. \u0026quot; Not sure what was going through his mind, but they had caught his attention finally. Only thing was seen from the couch was just a pair of eyes, two hands and a bottle appearing from it. Still the way he is looking at all three of them, make a slight confusion. \u0026quot; What...ever...it is, inform me, -hic- after all if I am being talked about.........shouldn\u0026apos;t....-hic- be included. \u0026quot; What ever is happen there might have a few things wrong now. Never once did he act this way, for Stephanus a person been there a while might have taken notice.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:33:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495568016,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii quickly spurted out: \u0026quot;Pfft. You don\u0026apos;t have a say. We\u0026apos;re in one of THOSE kinds of relationships.\u0026quot; This was the ordinary way that Mary handled her life; whimsical, fun and reckless behaviours.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAt least until he started to get close to her; the change of expression on Mary was dramatic. It was almost as extreme as if Stephanus had pulled out a sword and stabbed her, right then and there; but not with the same emotions attached. Instead, Mary was kissed, assured that she wouldn\u0026apos;t be cheated upon... and she didn\u0026apos;t know how to handle it. She shut up, turned red and hid her face in Stephanus\u0026apos; chest. The only words, coming out as muffled whispers, would be: \u0026quot;I want you to cheat on me.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:35:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495568121,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hears the call for a snack and Mary\u0026apos;s instant response. \u0026quot;Wait, what?\u0026quot; The ginger nearly yelps, half expecting to be pushed forward by the overly friendly woman. \u0026quot;No I\u0026apos;m not interested in your-\u0026quot; she cuts herself off and sighs, shaking her head. \u0026quot;They always say red heads are nuts, but I think you have me beat, ma\u0026apos;am.\u0026quot; Eve steps to the side, making way for Stephanus while showing just how unlikely she is to jump him. She glances to Aetharis on the couch in his drunken hiccuping. \u0026quot;Nothing, nothing at all,\u0026quot; she insists, face reddening.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETrying to distract him, she speaks again. \u0026quot;If you tell me where the snacks are, I can go get them.\u0026quot; Surely they\u0026apos;re behind the bar somewhere.",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:39:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495568364,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had no idea how to react to Mary\u0026apos;s encouragement to cheat. Before that, he happily took it that she hid her face in his chest, and instinctively started rubbing her head like that of a cat. Instead of responding to anyone else, he decided to devote his full attention to his wife.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;There-there, beautiful one...\u0026quot; he said to Mary. \u0026quot;Thou knowest that I love thee...\u0026quot; he said, also instinctively. He had no experience at handing such situations, so he relied on the few instincts he had that related to this. And those urged him to do what he was doing - just rub Mary\u0026apos;s head. But now that her head was being burried in his chest, doing what he really wanted to do to her - kissing her lips - was not an option - at all. That is, not until she\u0026apos;d unbury her face from his chest.",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:41:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495568503,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis sighed looking at Eve before smiling, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry I will get the snacks, I was just asking what should be made, don\u0026apos;t mind the love bird, or should I say.....don\u0026apos;t let them get to you, or if I am.....-hic-. \u0026quot; Going quiet with a bottle of liquid between his lips as he drank some more. Feeling the effect even more about this time, even in this state he looked at them. Looked at her once more, \u0026quot; did they say anything about a snack for me and pointed you towards me...? \u0026quot; Curious to know if that was his guess the way things were going. But he slightly started to rise and walk towards the kitchen.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:46:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495568811,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii burrowed into Stephanus\u0026apos; chest, as she revealed herself to be the same vicious abomination she showed to him earlier. Eating through his stomach, she\u0026apos;d burrow inside of him and assemble inside of him, as blood poured everywhere she would eventually become Stephanus...?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhoops, uh, let\u0026apos;s try that again.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe was still the same abomination from earlier; her head was petted, including her two different animal ears... and she was quite warm. Smaller than Stephanus, this was the romantic retreat Mary needed... but after a few moments of recovery, she was ready to return to being a mischievous animal. No man had ever let her so close, so she had to abuse this moment and quickly dig her fingers around him and start tickling him, if he was ticklish.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EOnly then would she reel back from him, remaining in his grasp but not burrowed in his chest: \u0026quot;I have to abuse Aetharis right now, while he\u0026apos;s drunk and silly. C\u0026apos;moooon. Let me do it!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:49:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495568943,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was indeed very much ticklish! And indeed, he couldn\u0026apos;t help but feel awkward being tickled like that. \u0026quot;Ah, s-stop w.... h-hey, I\u0026apos;m ticklish!\u0026quot; he protested, pouting as a response to this treatment, but it wouldn\u0026apos;t last for that long. Once she\u0026apos;d be in a more comfortable distance from him, but still within his grasp, he1d respond to her request. \u0026quot;F-fine, but one thing before that...!\u0026quot; he said, and without a warning, immediately \u0026apos;attack\u0026apos; - that is, hand on the cheek and smooch. Kiss.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EUnless she deliberately evaded it, that is. \u0026quot;Now, you may abuse these two... and make sure to knock \u0026apos;em together.\u0026quot; he whispered to her.",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:54:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495569257,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith moves until she\u0026apos;s hovering near the seating area. \u0026quot;They were saying that I was to be your snack,\u0026quot; she explains quickly, trying not to dwell too much on the fact in case his drunken mind decides to latch onto it. \u0026quot;Why don\u0026apos;t you have a snack of dried meats?\u0026quot; She suggests, figuring it could go well with whatever strong beverage the half elf is drinking. The human moves to a free armchair and settles in. She\u0026apos;s too curious to leave, so abandons her sense that tells her to run. Besides, Mary\u0026apos;s distracted...or so she thinks.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:55:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495569330,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was kissed. Again. It made her heart melt. \u0026quot;D-don\u0026apos;t worry, I will be sure to knock them up.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary was attempting to enjoy her post-being-kissed bliss, but after inadvertently announcing she was going to cause a pregnancy, she\u0026apos;d quickly rush away from him to avoid the embarrassment that was Mary\u0026apos;s life. Thus, Mary would immediately enter the fray, and start harassing Aetharis; starting with trying to peel his shirt off. \u0026quot;Oh, oh wow. Your snack is talking to you. Look at her, she\u0026apos;s so... uh.\u0026quot; Think, Mary, think! \u0026quot;She\u0026apos;s talking about dried meats... because she wants... yours?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-23T21:58:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495569524,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would find a seat as close as possible, and sit down, enjoying the show. The show of his wife Mary trying to abuse Aetharis... but then he changed his mind, and decided to help himself to some alcohol while all the events would go down. So he snaked behind the bar to grab a bottle of wine, sneakingly retreating back to the table he originaly sought out, and opening the bottle... hoping that no one noticed him. Then he would start drinking. And watching what Mary and Eve may do to Aetharis. Why is it taking so long for Aetharis to react?\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:07:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495570077,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodded with a small laughter after that, \u0026quot; well then I think what they....meant....is that you are to be my snack. \u0026quot; Walked over to her, completely forgetting the snacks he was after and was interrupted by Mary trying to rip off his shirt. Curious as she is trying before looking at Eve. \u0026quot; Well....this...-hic-...is her way of saying that apparently we should get a little more into a sexual state, this is probably what she wants to happen. \u0026quot; Was blunt even in the drunk state, with in a moment he would grab Mary in a slight teasing sexual manner and looked at Stephanus. \u0026quot; You should control her a little, after all I am drunk Stephanus, you know what happen\u0026apos;s when I start to get aroused, but no I won\u0026apos;t do anything wrong with her. \u0026quot; Looked to Eve, it was about this time, something may happen. -hic - Released Mary after a bit and realized it was a bit hot in the tavern. Taking his shirt off with out even the slightest hint of being embarrassed.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:08:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495570125,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was touched inappropriately! This shocks and confuses the Mary, as she backs away. \u0026quot;Wow, he\u0026apos;s really going for it. He wants to use... his dried meat.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d giggle, admire Aetharis\u0026apos; chest and then speak to Stephanus: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to go water the plants and check on the flowers. Tell me what happens, this is funny. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E Also, I\u0026apos;m not going to keep teasing him. If he gets aggressive and then I get aggressive, we\u0026apos;ll turn into an angry rape tumble.\u0026quot; \u003C/span\u003E\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThus, she\u0026apos;d comb through Stephanus\u0026apos; hair once and head outside for some sun!",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:14:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495570471,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith doesn\u0026apos;t hear the talk between Mary and Stephanus, or else she might have had the sense to head for the hills until the alcohol wore off. She feels a ripple of instinct tingling down her spine, warning her that it\u0026apos;s nearing time to fight or flight. Though she may be the sort of shy person that doesn\u0026apos;t jump into bed with drunk, rich men, she\u0026apos;s not blind. She begins to stand, only to pause and stare at Aetharis\u0026apos; chest for a moment too long. And then Mary\u0026apos;s there. \u0026quot;A dried meat, huh? That doesn\u0026apos;t sound very fun.\u0026quot; A rather unappealing mental image springs forth, making her chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all. Common sense be damned, she sticks around.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:14:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495570493,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t get any more confused. The most confused string of events happened just in front of his eyes... and he had no clue how to respond properly. He saw Aetharis touching his wife inappropriately - which would normally make him react with violence -, then said wife walked away, saying a confusing sentence to him, and heading outside of the tavern, it seemed. So apparently, now he is witnessing a woman stare at another man\u0026apos;s chest.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Can anyone tell me how did I get involved in this?\u0026quot; he asked rhetorically... from everyone. From \u0026apos;the watching audience\u0026apos;. Otherwise, all he is doing is sitting near a table and drinking wine. \u0026quot;This is getting confusing... maybe I\u0026apos;m too sober for this.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:18:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495570726,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii chimes in, speaking purely to Stephanus\u0026apos; subconscious. The Curse of Mary Lenaii. \u0026quot;All problems can be solved with liquor!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:19:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495570779,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 23., kedd, 11:02:15"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Eve Smith says to Stephanus, \u0026quot;you and me both,\u0026quot; heavily considering the idea of a drink for herself. Then again, that may delay reaction times. She looks away from the half elf to address the human. \u0026quot;My name is Eve,\u0026quot; she introduces. \u0026quot;A wandering smith trying to find a new place to work.\u0026quot; There\u0026apos;s an obvious sense of relief emanating from her, now that Mary\u0026apos;s no longer in the room, fanning flames.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:32:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495571573,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is now expected to introduce himself to her. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Tavilrond. Stephanus Tavilrond. The beauty who just walked out was my wife, Mary Lenaii. I\u0026apos;m a simple paladin who fights evil... Not much else I can tell about myself.\u0026quot; he mentioned. \u0026quot;Normally, it is not as nearly as lively as this time... Normally, it is only me and Mary... or at least, has been for the last few weeks. Not very often that visitors make such noises.\u0026quot; he said.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:35:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495571728,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith won\u0026apos;t deny that Mary\u0026apos;s a beauty. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not sure if you\u0026apos;re the luckiest man in the world, or the silliest. She\u0026apos;s something else, isn\u0026apos;t she?\u0026quot; The ginger listens to his comments about liveliness and nods. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s something of a relief to hear. Last night I only got to meet the tavern pet.\u0026quot; First impressions aside, she rented a room for the night. The road was long and uninviting to lone women without a crossbow pointed out at every angle. \u0026quot;Noises?\u0026quot; She questions, head tilting somewhat to the side.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:41:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495572099,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Yes, noises. Not every day do people come and actually... communicate with others. Most often, it\u0026apos;s just one or two bums sleeping on a table, or just me and Mary... Usually, it is rather dead. But from what I have seen, when it\u0026apos;s lively, it sometimes gets spicy... Some of the tavern maids fufill services that are... carnal in nature.\u0026quot; he explained.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;This is one of the rare occasions when something actually happens.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:44:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495572269,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis wasn\u0026apos;t long before he was absent minded for a while, not sure what is going on but willingly he walked over to the counter. Curious to know what might happen if any thing did happen. Still the male was drinking his liqueur. Much after that he could be different.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:53:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495572783,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith furrows her brows as she hears about the caliber of customer that frequent the inn. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s a shame. A beautiful tavern like this ought to be filled to the brim. I bet Mary could fill every room,\u0026quot; especially with her wild attempts at matchmaking. \u0026quot;Does she try to pair off everyone? Or was she in a mood today?\u0026quot; She glances over at Aetharis, making sure he hasn\u0026apos;t fallen into a barrel of ale. Satisfied that he\u0026apos;s still moving, she looks back to Stephanus.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:55:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495572904,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugged. \u0026quot;I wouldn\u0026apos;t know. I have only been married with her for a day. Never saw her attempt to matchmake before. Maybe she was in the mood. Or maybe it\u0026apos;s a side of her I didn\u0026apos;t see yet.\u0026quot; he answered. \u0026quot;Let me guess... it wasn\u0026apos;t welcome, eh? You know, the matchmakin\u0026apos;.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T22:57:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495573062,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith suddenly understands their many shared kisses. The couple\u0026apos;s still young and in that silly, honeymoon phase. \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s good looking enough,\u0026quot; she shrugs, not bothering to look at Aetharis, \u0026quot;but that tells me little about his personality. Maybe if I were as drunk as he, the match making would\u0026apos;ve been met differently.\u0026quot; So it may be a one time thing. She hums, considering. \u0026quot;Would you mind terribly if I pulled a prank on your wife, Stephanus?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T23:08:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495573684,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugs. \u0026quot;No, I wouldn\u0026apos;t... at least, depends on the prank. I wouldn\u0026apos;t want you to matchmake her with anyone though, if that is what you mean by \u0026apos;prank\u0026apos;.\u0026quot; so soudned the reply. Then looking over at Aetharis \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s one of the weirder ones... He recruits barmaids through quite unorthodox methods... let\u0026apos;s just say that if you don\u0026apos;t want to be raped, you stay away from him and don\u0026apos;t ever volunteer to be a barmaid.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T23:12:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495573933,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis finally he stood at the counter looking around before looking back and walked right over to Stepanus and put his arm around him with a smile. \u0026quot; You sir, should take your wife to \u0026apos;bed\u0026apos; and give her something to look forward to. After all if you don\u0026apos;t, the build up causes problems with thinking clearly. Haven\u0026apos;t you ever wondered why I -hic- have been calm with out loosing anything like my temper. Oh don\u0026apos;t think I have done anything yet. \u0026quot; Surprisingly the alcohol wasn\u0026apos;t horrid, in fact it was sweet if any one had caught a whiff of the bottle in his hand. \u0026quot; Lady, don\u0026apos;t you....know...that...you...are..also in a brothel, so don\u0026apos;t be shy if you need anything. \u0026quot; Chuckling before he moved slowly over to the couch and laid back down.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T23:12:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495573957,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith lifts her hands up, as if showing her innocence. \u0026quot;Not at all. I\u0026apos;m thinking something silly. Replacing her pillow feathers with pudding, or something equally harmless.\u0026quot; She takes Stephanus\u0026apos; warning seriously, eyeing Aetharis with a bit more wariness. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll be sure to let you know if a worker catches my fancy as soon as I see one,\u0026quot; she assures to Aetharis, either assuming or implying he\u0026apos;s off the menu.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T23:17:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495574255,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugs, effectively ignoring Aetharis\u0026apos;s drunken rambling, focusing on the sober speaking-partner. \u0026quot;I think I will make myself gone for now... I have some work to attend to. Don\u0026apos;t mind if I leave?\u0026quot; he asked rhetorically, before standing up, stretching himself, yawning, stretching himself again, and starting to march towards the exit door.\n",               "date": "2017-05-23T23:22:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495574571,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 23., kedd, 22:28:28"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis wondered about the place, curious to figure out what might need to be done, or prepare something of worth value to help feed many people. Still he wasn\u0026apos;t all that busy or even really doing much other than keeping to his self while pondering on many things.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:25:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495617953,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails sat down at the bar and trailed the wondering elf with her eyes. She raised her hand a little with a smile. \u0026quot;A passo\u0026#xE3; would be appriciated.\u0026quot; she snickered softly\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:27:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618054,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii scratched her head, working at her scalp. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re a lot more grounded than you were earlier.\u0026quot; It was only then that she noticed Mika: \u0026quot;Is that some kind of, like, curse or something?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:28:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618108,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;All though I understand the confusion I must tell you that passo\u0026#xE3; isn\u0026apos;t a curse... It is a drink. Sap fruit an orange mixed with super sweet red whine varient.\u0026quot; she stated happily\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:30:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618215,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis stopped only after a bit when he heard something and looked at the female with a smile. \u0026quot; Hello, a passo\u0026#xE3;. \u0026quot; Thinking about it while his hand\u0026apos;s merely started making what she wanted while keeping a eye on both ladies.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:30:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618223,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii ... laughed. \u0026quot;Oh, that\u0026apos;s cute. That\u0026apos;s not how this is supposed to go.\u0026quot; Mary meandered over to the bar, to take her own seat: \u0026quot;Aetharis, time to get started. Keep em\u0026apos; coming until I passo\u0026#xE3;-out.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:31:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618303,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails tried to keep her from smiling at such a cheesy joke. She stretched herself a bit and finally laid eyes on Mary casually checking her out before waiting for her drink.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:33:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618420,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis quickly moved his hands and even gotten a few other things out to help complete the drink she wanted. And finally a few shakes to help mix up every thing, once finished the male barkeep simply handed her a tankard and filled it. \u0026quot; Here you go miss. \u0026quot; Looked over at Mary with a smile before shaking his head.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:35:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618511,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails took a small sip and let out a happy sigh after. \u0026quot;No matter where I go.. this drink will always be tasty.\u0026quot; she said happily laying over the bar. Her ears hung a bit more before closing her eyes momentairly\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:37:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618626,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was horrifying. Her genetics were a lot like a confusing soup; she had one cat ear, one fox ear, and other subtle smudges on her family tree. Mary, upon having a drink in her hand, immediately slurped down a hefty portion of the tankard. \u0026quot;No. Someday you\u0026apos;re gonna be tired of it, and then your whole life is going to come tumbling down like one big, bad accident.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:38:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618706,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails pawed at the others mouth blindly before finding her lips. Her fingers were slowly set below and above them before pressing down. \u0026quot;Sssshhhh, bun likes drinky.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:41:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618871,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis sat on the other side of the counter and smiled a little before he would drink some water. Not minding them, even worked over a small sandwich to eat. Made a couple for them in case they were hungry or wanted something to munch on.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:42:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495618925,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii sloshes her tankard around: \u0026quot;It gets worse. Soon, you\u0026apos;re gonna get drunk, and then you just can\u0026apos;t stop thinking about men.\u0026quot; She haphazardly points towards Aetharis: \u0026quot;Look at him, prancing around and working so hard. I just want to tie him down and rape him until I can\u0026apos;t move anymore. Hmm...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:44:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495619042,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails looked up to Aetharis with a raised brow. \u0026quot;Well... I won\u0026apos;t stop you but I will pass on raping. Another drink hun!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:47:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495619240,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodded before pouring some more into her mug and looked at Mary before shaking his head. \u0026quot; Oh really, are sure that you aren\u0026apos;t trying to get her do to the job while you watch. \u0026quot; Wanting to know how she will react to this.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:48:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495619301,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii rolls her eyes. \u0026quot;Oh, come on. I thought I finally met another sister with good taste.\u0026quot; Her tankard was empty, and now she\u0026apos;s sad... but not for long! \u0026quot;I mean, that was the plan. I\u0026apos;d figure out some way to get her to hop on you, and I\u0026apos;d... just, enjoy my free entertainment. Hmm.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;d inspect Mika closely. \u0026quot;Where\u0026apos;s your friskiness button? How can I help get this party started?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:49:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495619370,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;My friskiness buttom is sort of blocked by the fact that I am currently \u0026apos;chestised\u0026apos; as it were.\u0026quot; she said with a sigh as she started sipping her drink.\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T11:56:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495619790,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shaking his head, \u0026quot; well nothing else, if she wanted that, all she need\u0026apos;s to do is request it, after all aren\u0026apos;t you married, how ever I believe there will be a time, and only when she decides it, then something will happen. Of course you stay away from the pink wine bottle. \u0026quot; With that said he even reached under and moved it behind him where he could protect it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T11:59:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495619952,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii finished the tankard Aetharis just poured for her... which was almost a minute and a half ago. This was some kind of magic or power that Mary had, to be a prime alcoholic. \u0026quot;Haha, you\u0026apos;re chest-itized. I get it. You\u0026apos;re proud of your boobs. So big, squishy... mmph. I wanna bite em.\u0026quot; As she wobbled out of her chair seemingly to molest Mika, she\u0026apos;d announce:\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But I alsho want some nice nappy!\u0026quot; Promptly, she\u0026apos;d weasel herself over onto a couch and fall asleep almost instantaneously.",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:00:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620039,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails /me looked over her shoulder confused. \u0026quot;She must be drunk if you think these are big.\u0026quot; she looked down at her mediocere B cup with a pout. \u0026quot;Silly creature..\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:05:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620346,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shook his head and chuckled. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry she is friendly enough, though don\u0026apos;t worry every body of each female is perfect in their own way. \u0026quot; Saying to her with out even being shy about it, \u0026quot; just don\u0026apos;t ask about the pink liqueur. It\u0026apos;s not something that is needed on a daily bases. \u0026quot; With that he would make sure to watch over Mary and when she fell to sleep he looked at Mika once more.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:06:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620387,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was dreadfully confused. She got a few different bras: hers, sitting at a 30c, comfortably fit her rib cage. The next one, 40c, started to border along \u0026apos;thick\u0026apos;. At the realm of 60c, obesity had been reached - extreme obesity. At 80c, the bra was little more than a rope to wrap a person inside of.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E The number indicates the space fitting around your chest, not the size of your breasts themselves. When I read 84b, I laughed.\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/span\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:07:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620449,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails looked from left to right and flicked her ears.\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T12:08:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620536,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shook head before looking down then he finally sighed. \u0026quot; Well think about it this way, I see nothing wrong with any one, how ever never be ashamed of the body you are born with. \u0026quot; Not sure why but he viewed thing a little different.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:11:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620674,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails mreeped loudly at the two before laying them flat on the counter (still dressed) blushing heavily\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T12:15:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495620927,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis wasn\u0026apos;t sure what she was going to do from now on. Yet he made sure to give her a slight bow before slipping into the kitchen for a brief moment to make something.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:17:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621022,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his appearence in the tavern. That is, opening the door, proudly stepping in with his leather boots, leather trousers, belt that has his scabbard containing his sword, and his gambeson.... only to characteristically raise his eyebrows at the events ongoing. \u0026quot;Now, what is going on here?\u0026quot; he asked, somewhat rhetorically, from anyone who may be present.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:17:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621052,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;Drinks...\u0026quot; she blurred out before raising herself again sitting up straight once more. \u0026quot;Just looking tavern stuff.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:19:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621167,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at the rabbit-woman, and then just went over to the bar. \u0026quot;So, is the barkeeper here?\u0026quot; he asked from Mika. \u0026quot;Not sure what you saw of the tavern so far, but boy, is it unusually active... Two days ago, it was dead and silent...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:21:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621287,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails shrugged pointing at the kitchen as she carefully listened. \u0026quot;This will be my new hang out spot anyway. No need to conince me otherwise.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:23:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621384,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took his hand onto his mouth in somewhat of a surprised. \u0026quot;Is that so? Now that is a surprise... The tavern gets more active every day. I like it.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;How many patrons didja meet so far?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:24:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621474,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;One...\u0026quot; she said with a smile\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T12:26:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621564,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked with curiousity. \u0026quot;Oh? And who was it?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:26:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495621586,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis only a moment later after being gone for a few moment\u0026apos;s the male finally reappeared and had a sliver platter of food on it, enough for a few customer/patrons that might be around. Setting it down on the wooden surface of the counter. \u0026quot; Well here you go, food to eat and don\u0026apos;t worry this night is free. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:34:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622046,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;Mira... Mara...\u0026quot; she said frowning\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:34:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622048,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at her confused. \u0026quot;You don\u0026apos;t remember her name? Was it... Mary Lenaii?\u0026quot; he asked. \u0026quot;She is my wife.\u0026quot; he explained. Then he looked over at the silver platter with food on it. \u0026quot;Oh my... free food? Well, don\u0026apos;t mind if I do!\u0026quot; he responded to that, and took one serving.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:41:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622467,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails :o \u0026quot;You are married??? What co\u0026#xEF;ncidence me too!\u0026quot; she said confused as she looked at the tender. \u0026quot;Mind servig me another one.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:42:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622534,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis filling her mug once more and sat on the stool not minding them at all. In fact the bar keep just listened between them. Only doing something that would be different or when needed.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:43:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622631,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;Ya know... I was a barmaid once.\u0026quot; she said smiling as she sturred her drink with her finger.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:45:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622746,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis raised a brow before he just letting it flow, would only speak when needed how ever he was curious.\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T12:47:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622848,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails \u0026quot;I ran a brothel with my ex mistress where we set up rp\u0026apos;s for people. It was truely stressfull but really rewarding almost got a minimum guests of 15 and maximum of 32.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:48:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495622932,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; interesting, but who know\u0026apos;s this is still growing. \u0026quot; Would merely start drinking a little his self.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T12:50:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495623044,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails tfw my rp partner dipped after my dc\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T12:58:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495623508,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond replies to Mika. \u0026quot;Yes indeed, I am married to her. She is a great beauty, isn\u0026apos;t she?\u0026quot; he asked, and took his own mug.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T13:03:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495623817,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis took a deep breath before looking around, keeping track of nothing. Save for Stephanus which he would fill a tankard full of ale for the man. \u0026quot; Well it\u0026apos;s been a while or not. But thing\u0026apos;s will get lively at times, then die out. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T13:06:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495623997,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails casually waited for her pool to fill\n",                "date": "2017-05-24T16:47:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495637268,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is still in the bar, sitting at the table. This time, waiting for Mary to appear, so he can treat her like a wife once again. The usual stuff. He has no drinks as of the moment either.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:39:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495643983,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith strolled along outside since the wee hours of the dawn, only now making her way into the tavern. Seeing Stephanus at a table, the ginger walks over and gestures to one of the vacant seats. \u0026quot;Alright if I sit here? Or is Mary going to insist upon adultery again.\u0026quot; While half joking, she is partially serious.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:46:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495644406,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughs but nevertheless allos him to sit at one of the vacant seats of the table. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t mind it... I just hope she won\u0026apos;t insist on that.\u0026quot; he laughs. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t knwo why does she do it.\u0026quot; he laughed. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t like adultery. And I believe neither do you... right?\u0026quot; he asked the question from her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:48:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495644516,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii crashes into the room from her side room: \u0026quot;My adultery senses were tingling.\u0026quot; After climbing up off of the floor, she\u0026apos;d elaborate: \u0026quot;No, uh. It doesn\u0026apos;t tell me if I think adultery is going to happen, this sense tells me if there\u0026apos;s adultery I can cause.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Come to think about it, I don\u0026apos;t think I\u0026apos;ve used this sorcery for good in my lifetime.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:53:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495644832,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith sits at a seat diagonal from Stephanus, the most innocent of positions for when Mary shows up. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re making it awkward, Steph,\u0026quot; she points out with a chuckle, leaning back in the chair. \u0026quot;I think she just likes getting a rise out of people, or watching,\u0026quot; Eve guesses, setting her elbows on the table and showing what a classless heathen she is. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m sure adultery is the best way to get bitch slapped.\u0026quot; Not really an answer, but she didn\u0026apos;t entirely dodge the question.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Good hell, we must\u0026apos;ve said your name too many times.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:54:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495644886,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is unsure whether to raise his eyebrows at Mary\u0026apos;s words... or just stand up, run towards her and glomp her. He would normally choose the latter, but being unsure of her actual position, he holds it off, for now. \u0026quot;My beloved wife, they is no need to use such sorcery on me... you know that I am loyal to you, and you only.\u0026quot; he says to Mary, almost ignorint Eve the moment Mary shows up. Then he finally turns his attention back to her. \u0026quot;I consider it a a sin.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:56:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495644998,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira entered the tavern commons, her blond hair was a mess that she tried to tame as she carefully shut the door to Aetharis\u0026apos; chambers behind her in an effort to not draw too much attention to herself. She walked with a slight limp to the bar and took a seat. She felt tired and looked it too and her clothed looked as thought they hads spent the night carelessly discarded on the floor.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T18:57:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495645035,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had never experienced such sorrow. \u0026quot;I am finally married... and my husband thinks cheating on me is a sin.\u0026quot; After pacing about, she\u0026apos;d unleash all of her pent up suffering: \u0026quot;Look at all of these women, going un-fucked! I don\u0026apos;t have the... the... man meat, to unleash sex on this scale!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;d point at Eira. \u0026quot;Look.\u0026quot; And then to Aetharis\u0026apos; door: \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s masquerading as a woman today. I see past your wig, mister.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:00:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495645213,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed and stood up. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s it. I\u0026apos;m taking matters into my own hands.\u0026quot; - saying it flatly and with montonity, marching towards Mary. And what does he do once he is close enough? Surprise-kiss her lips forcefully! But this time, making it a full-on tongue-kiss....\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E... that is, if she does not offer resistance or evasion, or anything of a sort. Then he just falls over or trips. Hard.",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:02:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495645349,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith snickers at Mary, her head turning around as Eira joins them in the room. \u0026quot;We need a jar. Every time someone gets laid around here, they have to put a copper piece in. Anyone that \u003Cem\u003Ehasn\u0026apos;t\u003C/em\u003E had sex by the end of the week gets to split the earnings.\u0026quot; If Aetharis is as rich as Mary claims, he can afford it with ease. Peeling away from the newlywed table, Eve goes to join Eira at the counter. \u0026quot;I was going to take a bath today, if you wanted to join me.\u0026quot; Catching how that sounds, she adds, \u0026quot;this isn\u0026apos;t a come on, but just..this hardly seems the place to bathe alone.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:04:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495645456,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira gave a start and blinked at the strange woman making the ruckus, clearly not awake enough just yet to comprehend what was going on. However, she was saved from trying to understand when the husband distracted his wife. When Eve approached her, she smiled gratefully. \u0026quot;That does sound temping. I think I will take you on your offer. Besides, I dont find discomfort bathing with another woman. Its common place where I am from.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EE",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:08:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495645725,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii watched Stephanus approaching steadily. Usually when this happened, she\u0026apos;d get abused; violently stricken, stabbed, so her reflexes tell her to defend herself. Mary, whom was already nervous, does get into the kiss, but when the introduction of the tongue happens... she disengages, which may include ducking under him to build some distance. \u0026quot;Too much!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary hides on the other side of the room from her own husband: \u0026quot;We\u0026apos;re going to be rich, though! They\u0026apos;re building a scheme where people who don\u0026apos;t have sex get paid - and I am, and will always be, a virgin! Haha!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:11:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495645896,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is once again, left behind. And by his wife, none the less! \u0026quot;Hey, get back there!\u0026quot;, he said, immediately going after her, most likely incuding her to run away. What kind of scheme is she talking about? He does not know. But either case, he is suspicious of it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You want to make money out of... that?!\u0026quot; he asked, confused about why this might be even thought about. \u0026quot;I think I will rob you of some of that money... hahahahahahaha!\u0026quot; he laughed, while trying to find Mary. Geez, it can\u0026apos;t be that hard to find her!",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:15:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495646110,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith finds Eira\u0026apos;s statement to her liking. \u0026quot;I think it\u0026apos;s fairly normal, but you never know around here.\u0026quot; She looks over her shoulder and chuckles at Mary and Stephanus. \u0026quot;...still frowning upon that adultery, Steph?\u0026quot; To Mary she calls out, \u0026quot;masturbation counts, too!\u0026quot; Assuming there\u0026apos;s a roll or two on the counter, she plucks one up and begins to eat, in her element now that there\u0026apos;s nobody in a room trying to seduce her. \u0026quot;So how was he?\u0026quot; Eve asks to Eira, having drawn her own assumptions from the woman\u0026apos;s hair and bed last night.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:19:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495646362,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was being chased after. So, Mary disappeared outside, into the garden... and then around, to the back of the building... through the kitchen, and now she\u0026apos;s behind the bar! After doing a Stephanus check, she\u0026apos;d explain: \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s fine. I\u0026apos;m still going to get rich. Nobody can keep track of... of that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:21:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495646518,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs and gets back to the table he once sit at. \u0026quot;Why must my wife always run away from me?\u0026quot; he asked from himself rhetorically, albeit out loud. Maybe this time, he should actually employ magic to keep her in check! But he doesn\u0026apos;t know where is she at the moment, let alone be able to pin-point her location. Plus, he cannot stop her from disappearing magically, only from moving physically..\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he sighed once again. Then he looks over at Eve and Eira. And sighs for a third time.",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:27:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495646867,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira \u0026apos;s eye widened as her face went scarlet but she shook her head all the same. \u0026quot;I-I\u0026apos;m not one to k-kiss and tell, friend. So! How about that bath?!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:29:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495646961,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith grins at Eira. \u0026quot;If you insist. Did you apply to be a barmaid?\u0026quot; She knows of the rite of passage for anyone that seeks the position. \u0026quot;Sure they can, Mary. We just have to use the honor system.\u0026quot; The request to track fucking is fucked to start with. A shrug is tossed Stephanus\u0026apos; way. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re the brave man that wed her. Maybe she needs a good spanking.\u0026quot; Oh how brave the ginger is when talking about anyone else\u0026apos;s sex life. As soon as someone so much as glances her way, she gets as flighty as Mary. \u0026quot;Alright, let\u0026apos;s go take a bath,\u0026quot; she agrees to Eira. \u0026quot;My vote\u0026apos;s for us hopping in the river. Didn\u0026apos;t you mention feeling hot down here?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:35:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495647320,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii poured herself a cup of scotch. A pre-afternoon cup of scotch... until she realized the error in her ways. She wouldn\u0026apos;t pour a second one - he seemed respectable enough to not drink before noon - so she\u0026apos;d pour him a glass of milk. \u0026quot;Okay, well, tell me how Eve is when you inevitably get in your bathtime adventures.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThus, she\u0026apos;d head over to Stephanus and give him his milk, while she sipped on her scotch. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not, uh, experienced. At this kind of thing.\u0026quot; Tapping her fingers on a tabletop, she\u0026apos;d elaborate: \u0026quot;I thought about letting you come over to my room for an afternoon nap, but I\u0026apos;m pretty sure you\u0026apos;d take it too far.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Also, it sounds like they\u0026apos;re going to the river, which could be entertaining.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:35:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495647355,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m like the desert. Gritty and painfully dry.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:36:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495647402,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raised his eyebrows at Eve\u0026apos;s suggestion. \u0026quot;Spank her? B-but I love her, and want to cherish her, put a smile on her beautiful face and give her the love and care she may have never had...\u0026quot; he retorted. Then it looked like the mentioned one makes its appearence. He pretended that Mary didn\u0026apos;t hear any of what he said, so he just looked at her, and pouted, almost like a child.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d treat you gently...\u0026quot; he said while pouting. He wanted to smile and thank her for the milk, but he knew that one does not simply smile and thank someone for something after pouting. So he took the milk, and said. \u0026quot;Thank you, my love.\u0026quot;, while still pouting. Then he\u0026apos;d start drinking.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Why not horseback riding? The breeze gets cooler when one rides against the wind...\u0026quot; he responded to the suggestion about the river.",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:40:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495647646,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii perks up, as she desperately tries to resist laughing. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s a bad idea, Stephanus. Didn\u0026apos;t you hear? She\u0026apos;s... painfully dry. She\u0026apos;s gotta get some water in there.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:42:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495647735,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira chuckled as she stood up, though wincing a little \u0026quot;I dont handle the heat well but the river should be cool enough to be comfortable. Though I am sure I will burn. I still cannot understand how you southlanders can handle your seasons. Hold one moment, allow me to get some things before we go.\u0026quot; She then stood up and moved to where her belongings had been moved into her own, unused room. She had a a bag of toiletries and a change of clothes at the ready.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:43:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495647813,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith shakes her head, \u0026quot;oh sweet Stephanus. Some women like spanking, and I\u0026apos;m almost entirely certain your married Mary is one of them. Why else would she be so continually naughty?\u0026quot; It\u0026apos;s a wild guess at best. \u0026quot;No rush,\u0026quot; she assures Eira, speaking with the newlyweds as the snowy woman collects her possessions. Eve had a few things in the forge that she\u0026apos;d use, which is just beside the river. \u0026quot;Perhaps we can all go riding afterwards. Do you all have horses? I only have my gelding and pack mule.\u0026quot; Not enough for everyone. Plus, she wasn\u0026apos;t the sort to offer her steeds out to many people.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:47:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495648045,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raises his hand, this time ignoring his wife, and focusing on Eve. \u0026quot;I do have a horse. Do you have a boat?\u0026quot; he asked the equally obvious question. Then he turned his attention back to Mary, giving her the \u0026apos;come here\u0026apos; hand signal. In case she comprehends it and obeys it, he just tries to get her to sit on his lap, and then goes on to rub her head. But in the likelier scenario that she doesn\u0026apos;t get it... he just whistles random tones for no apparent reason.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:51:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495648280,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii waggled her scotch around, taking another sip. Mary was already pleasantly drunk, as her liver screamed out for help. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m gonna go back to bed.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d sneak over to Eira and Eve: \u0026quot;Take my husband with you, and... like, tease him. Goad him. Make him commit sins.\u0026quot; To which, she\u0026apos;d elaborate: \u0026quot;When he\u0026apos;s been bad, then I can punish him.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWas this ethical? No. Was it a Mary thing to do? Yes. \u0026quot;And you, Stephanus. Try really hard to get in trouble and commit debaucherous acts!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;d sneak over to him, disobeying him and not climbing into his lap. Instead, she\u0026apos;d sneak up behind him and start attacking his neck with tiny nibbles and kisses!",               "date": "2017-05-24T19:53:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495648415,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith fails to see the logic. \u0026quot;Why do I need a boat to take a river bath? One does need a horse to go for a ride.\u0026quot; Mary\u0026apos;s requests, while not unexpected, make the ginger chuckle. \u0026quot;If he would like to come, I imagine we could be in no safer hands.\u0026quot; She can\u0026apos;t imagine the man removing himself from the straight and narrow path even at his crazy wife\u0026apos;s behest.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:03:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495649022,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira exited her room wearing another set of loose pants and an tank top like blouse with a small bundle under her arm. However the mention of horses had her frowning a little. \u0026quot;I dont own a horse. Not much of a rider anyways.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:10:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495649405,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond hoped that Eve and Eira would ignore Mary\u0026apos;s encouragements for them to tempt him, and it seemed like they did kind of ignore it... at least, Eira did, and Eve just responded to it in a manner that satisfied him. Then he was attacked by his wife! He definitely appreciated the kisses, albeit he was tempted to pretend to be annoyed or play the role of someone not welcoming it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re coming too, my beloved wife... I will not cheat on you.\u0026quot; he assured her, most likely much to her dismay. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re the only one I love, and the only one I wish to cherish.\u0026quot; he reassured her, once again, probably much to her dismay.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well then, I believe it is the river bath... just make sure the river is close enough. We need to somehow reach it, after all, and get back from it.\u0026quot; he responded to Eira\u0026apos;s remark.",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:13:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495649609,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith stands up from the bar, ready to head out now that her bathing partner is ready. \u0026quot;If you stick around, I\u0026apos;ll give you lessons one day. There\u0026apos;s a lot you can apply from horseback riding to other things. Balance for when you\u0026apos;re straddling a beam above and hiding from your husband,\u0026quot; she winks at Mary, \u0026quot;how to use your hands in a mix of gentle and firm, like when you\u0026apos;re milking a cow.\u0026quot; Or other things. Hidden innuendos aside.. \u0026quot;the river is just beside the forge, Steph. We can get there in three hundred \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ereally\u003C/span\u003E big steps.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:18:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495649900,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii at the end of the day, was still a virgin. Eve\u0026apos;s taunting had her pretending to be high and mighty around her husband, but really, she knew nothing of these arts. The lewdest person was also somehow the most pure. \u0026quot;Pff. I\u0026apos;m sure that my sex skills are above adequate!\u0026quot; The way she said that sentence was littered with denial.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Anyways, you can try to take me, but it\u0026apos;s gonna be hard.\u0026quot; Mary flopped into a booth, pulling a blanket over herself. She kept opening her mouth for more witty retorts, but the only thing that came out was yawns... soon after, Mary was asleep, dreaming of molesting everyone while her husband scolds her.",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:24:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495650285,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took the sleeping Mary in a blanket into his own arms, almost like a baby. Then he stands up, carrying Mary. \u0026quot;Well... I guess we can... sort of go...\u0026quot; he sighed. \u0026quot;I will carry her with us. Likely, she is not going to wake up any time soon, right?\u0026quot; he asked the rhetorical question, then stepped next to Eve. Still holding Mary in his arms.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:29:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495650586,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith smirks at Mary. \u0026quot;Being hard is the point, dear,\u0026quot; she remarks, then moves the party down to the river.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:30:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495650630,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith leads them over to the river. While some parts are deep and raging, there are several moderately shallow portions where the women can bathe safely. \u0026quot;If Mary\u0026apos;s that deep of a sleeper, you could take her clothes off and make her think something wild happened,\u0026quot; Eve points out, certain he won\u0026apos;t go to such dishonest lengths on his wife. The ginger goes into the forge to retrieve a few of her personal possessions; namely soap and a change of clothes. Without much shyness, she turns away from Stephanus and undresses, then heads into the river. \u0026quot;Thanks for the warning about Aetharis yesterday.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:44:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495651477,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond follows Eve all the way, carrying sleeping-Mary-in-a-blanket with him all the while. He just puts down the \u0026apos;corpse\u0026apos; near the river bank, on a flat surface where it is guaranteed not to fall into the water. The he faces the river, undresses until he has nothing but the loincloth on, and goes into the water. Eve was once again proven right - he would not go for such dishonest length on his wife.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Aetharis? Why? Did he try to make a move on ya?\u0026quot; he asked, now in the water, near the bank where he put Mary\u0026apos;s sleeping body-in-blanket down.",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:48:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495651686,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith glances at Mary, curious if she\u0026apos;s just pretending to sleep and will be awake at any moment. She takes in a sharp breath at the surprising briskness of the water, then forces the rest of her body in. Firmly dousing herself, she releases a soft exhale. \u0026quot;More like an open proposition. He took my hand and used a rune to make me feel the level of lust he feels at any given moment and said if I ever wanted him, all I\u0026apos;d have to do is ask.\u0026quot; Using the bar of soap, she rubs it over her figure, cleaning off the grit.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:52:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495651922,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not take any soaps with himself, so he just enjoyed the water, he did not look over to Eve, preferring to look at the sleeping Mary instead. \u0026quot;That is arguably a softer version of him. I thought he\u0026apos;d try to forcibly make a move on ya, like he does on others. I remember one occasion, where a woman was freed. She got raped by Aetharis, she was a barmaid, then she developed a crush on a patron... She was very grumpy, and refused to service the patrons, leaving Aetharis to do the work of bringing the likes of me food and drinks. Then her crush got the courage to free her and somehow bypass the slave collar. Those were the times. I don\u0026apos;t even know why didn\u0026apos;t Aetharis ban me from the tavern after that, given how I was an eyewitness to all that...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T20:57:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495652273,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith finishes with her bar of soap and, upon noticing Stephanus doesn\u0026apos;t have one, calls \u0026quot;heads up\u0026quot; and tosses it his direction. Hopefully he doesn\u0026apos;t miss or lose it, else she\u0026apos;ll be down a very fine product of lavender and goat\u0026apos;s milk. \u0026quot;Lesson learned, he\u0026apos;s softer when buzzed.\u0026quot; With her hair frothy, she dunks down and cleans out the tangled ginger mass. The noise of her dunk is heard in the form of a minute splash, as is her surfacing once more, just in time for the story. \u0026quot;...that\u0026apos;s fucked up.\u0026quot; Her lips pull into a severe frown as she questions her sanity for sticking around. \u0026quot;Does he have a good side?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:02:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495652577,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond may not necessarily notice the flying soap in time, but thanks to the fact that he can do magic, he uses telekinessis to make it fly in HIS direction, taking it into his hand. Then he starts to wash himself. \u0026quot;A good side? I don\u0026apos;t know... I guess his cooking is ... decent-ish? And he is rather forgiving? Or his memory is just defficent, and doesn\u0026apos;t remember it when people have wronged him. Or he\u0026apos;s just extremely tolerant and patient. Either case, you might want to be more careful with him... Never know when he might snap. I think it was last night, when he grabbed my Mary... thankfully, she escaped in time.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:07:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495652822,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith fails to notice the slight change in the soap\u0026apos;s path, mostly because she\u0026apos;s got her eyes closed and is under water at the time. \u0026quot;If you know all these bad things about him and know it\u0026apos;s a dangerous place for your wife, why do you stick around?\u0026quot; She pauses. \u0026quot;Hell, why am I still around?\u0026quot; His warnings are falling on alert and attentive ears. Everything he says she\u0026apos;s taking rather seriously.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:11:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495653111,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugs while cleaning himself still. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know... Guess I don\u0026apos;t know any other place where I can get a cheap drink? Besides, I have only been married for a few days... before that, I was desperately looking for a woman who will accept me and think I\u0026apos;m even remotely attractive. Since I was already a regular of the tavern, I figured I\u0026apos;d make use of the services of the barmaids, a right reserved only for regulars. Mary, with her obsession with adultery would likely have me continue making use of their services, but I want to be loyal to her, even if it is to her dismay... Besides, she looks like the typo who can disappear at will. If anything happens, I will be there to protect her.\u0026quot; he responded to that part of what she said, But not to her question about herself.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:15:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495653327,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith remarks, \u0026quot;that seems out of character for you, Stephanus. Sticking around for cheap drinks and potential wife raping? Are you relying on the hope that there will always be another woman to distract him?\u0026quot; His further explanation doesn\u0026apos;t help her see much logic. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t see why you have a self image problem, you look good to me and Mary\u0026apos;s lucky to have you. Try being a ginger with more hair than tits.\u0026quot; Eve smirks and grabs her waterlogged locks so she can wring them out. \u0026quot;So if she wants you to cheat on her, and you don\u0026apos;t want to cheat...who\u0026apos;s going to give first?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:19:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495653561,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugs. \u0026quot;That is kind of a long story. As for my self-image problem... I don\u0026apos;t see myself as good-looking. But even if I was... I lack the charisma to attract a female. Me charming someone? Give me a break... I am but a simpleton who speaks what is on his heart and is too much of a simpleton for the intrincate game of romance. Even Mary tried to tell me what you said, but... I ended up convincing her to be my wife anyway.\u0026quot; he smiled at th eend. \u0026quot;That is the question... I will make her appreciate my love her, one way or the other. She will cease wanting me to cheat...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:22:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495653743,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith looks pointedly at him, welcoming the long story. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t have anywhere to be,\u0026quot; she notes, pressing him gently, but will drop the topic if he insists. \u0026quot;So you\u0026apos;re telling me that in your travels you didn\u0026apos;t meet any women aside from Mary that appreciated you for what\u0026apos;s in your head and heart instead of on your better-than-average figure?\u0026quot; With Stephanus she feels safe, even naked in the middle of a river. \u0026quot;You didn\u0026apos;t say that with much conviction.\u0026quot; Eve remarks. \u0026quot;If she ever corners you and demands it, just say you and I had a fling. I\u0026apos;ll lie and say we did it.\u0026quot; Though she doubts he\u0026apos;ll use the excuse, she offers it anyway.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:29:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495654181,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Yes, you are correct. One might think that girls would fall for a paladin and idolize him, but no, quite the opposite... I never really met a woman who appreciated what\u0026apos;s under the helmet, if you know what I mean. And my figure? Ah, there are many who are better than me. I\u0026apos;m just an ordinary human who has seen some fighting. There is nothing remarkable about me.\u0026quot; he retorderted.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sure, if she makes that kind of demands, I can lie like that...\u0026quot; he assured her.",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:35:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495654535,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii wiggles out of the blanket, charges off to a nearby bush and vomits vehemently. She returns, seeming... bizarrely satisfied, whereby she curls back up into the blanket, like a weird dog.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EDid she just sleep-vomit?",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:42:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495654931,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "General Udo noises of thrashing would be heard from Udo\u0026apos;s room. It was one of his rare PTSD-induced nightmares, again. He rolled hard to the side of his bed, falling off as he did. And a loud thump was heard tough out the Tavern. He awoke in sweats, breathing heavily. So he lied there on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. He quickly closed his eyes, his blankets were tangled though his whole body, he looked like a giant cocoon.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:42:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495654973,                "user": "General Udo"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith actually did think that women would fall over themselves trying to go for a paladin. \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s always someone better or worse than anyone. I\u0026apos;m sure we have a goddess of fertility for most beautiful and some trollspawn to pass as ugliest.\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t get her story explaining just why he sticks around today. Maybe some other time. \u0026quot;Got any moles or birthmarks that a lover would know about? I have a burn scar on my left thigh,\u0026quot; and, of course, a ginger bush, but she figures he expected as much. As soon as she finishes speaking, Mary comes alive and vomits. \u0026quot;....the fuck?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShould Udo be so inclined or have his window open, he\u0026apos;ll hear Stephanus and Eve\u0026apos;s voices coming from the river, as well as Mary spewing. Hearing the thump even above the babble of the brook, Eve stands straight up, showing her collarbone and above in the cold current. \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EYou okay\u003C/span\u003E?\u0026quot; She calls to the anonymous thumper.",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:45:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495655124,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was arguably the first one to notice Mary... vomit. \u0026quot;Are you allright?!\u0026quot; he asks. He remained silent about Eve\u0026apos;s questions about him, he aside from few scars, he had nothing to worry about it. This forces him to come out of the water, and sit down at the bank near where he original put Mary, and just wait... until she does anything. Or say anything at all. \u0026quot;I will watch over here.\u0026quot; He said, and kept looking over at Mary.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:49:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495655357,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii grumbles. Softly, she mutters: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to rape him until he gives me all of his dragons...\u0026quot; And then? She itches her boob through her shirt. All is well in Maryville. With another toss and turn, she returns to peacefully drooling on his shirt.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EOne might say that Mary was a real animal in bed.",               "date": "2017-05-24T21:56:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495655786,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "General Udo unraveled the blankets from his body. He stood up from the floor, walking out and down the hall. Udo sat down at one of the tables in the corner. Afterward, he waited for if anyone would so up. Udo took a sigh.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T22:02:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495656134,                "user": "General Udo"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith waits for several seconds for a response. There\u0026apos;s no words to explain exactly what the bang was about. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to clean up and go have a look inside.\u0026quot; Normally she would\u0026apos;ve grinned at Mary\u0026apos;s sleep talk, but is a bit too worried to hear a thump in the place she plans on calling home. Eve retrieves her soap from Stephanus and quickly goes into the forge to put a fresh shirt (this one blue) and new set of black trousers over herself. Leaving her boots and socks, she moves at a swift jog to the tavern, still barefoot. The door is opened tentatively and she looks around.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESeeing Udo, she steps in further, a frown creasing her brows. \u0026quot;Do you know what that thud was? Is everyone alright?\u0026quot; He\u0026apos;ll be able to deduce that she\u0026apos;s freshly out of a bath from her still damp hair and the fact that her shirt is backwards, the high collar touching against her throat instead of the usual slight-V to allow for more mobility.",               "date": "2017-05-24T22:08:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495656536,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does the usual - waits for himself to dry off, then dress back up, and carry the once-again sleeping Mary back to the tavern. It seems like he has little to do... and he might as well take the opportunity to explot the situation. So when he carries Mary back to her room, he closes the door, carries her to the bed... and lays down next to her. Then falls asleep.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T22:27:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495657663,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith watches Stephanus carry Mary back to the room. Since Udo hasn\u0026apos;t responded, she shrugs and walks over to the fire place and stretches over the couch, watching the flames while she wonders just what the thump was.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T22:45:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495658707,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith doesn\u0026apos;t go inside after all! Instead, she remains in the water even as Stephanus and Mary go inside, enjoying the tranquility of the quietly babbling brook. Her arms stretch out before her over to the bank, where she puts her goat milk and lavender soap back into its pack.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T00:14:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495577671,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira was more than eager to ease herself into the cool river water, the legs of her pants rolled up to her knees as she wadded in, her free hand up to shield her eyes from the glaring sun. The water was refreshing and she was eager to wash off in the almost cold current. When she looked up, she couldn\u0026apos;t help but flash Eve an almost playful smile while slashing some of the water in her direction.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T00:22:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495578140,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith remains at least to her collarbone inside the water, despite the fact that the clear current doesn\u0026apos;t cover a thing. Perfectly naked, she chuckles at Eira\u0026apos;s slow wading. \u0026quot;Nobody\u0026apos;s around and I\u0026apos;m not going to try to grope you,\u0026quot; the ginger points out, leaning her back on a nearby rock. The splash had been entirely unexpected, causing the young woman to yelp and jerk up. \u0026quot;Hey!\u0026quot; She calls predictably, a laugh on her lips. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ve gotten me all wet,\u0026quot; she pouts, holding out her arms. \u0026quot;Come on over. I\u0026apos;ll return the favor.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T00:25:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495578346,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira hesitantly looked around, the flush to her face had nothing to do with the heat but she did dare to step out of her pants before quickly wadding waist deep into the water with a delighted shiver. She still wore her top that covered her amble breasts. At Eve\u0026apos;s comment, she couldnt help the teasing grin that grew on her face. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll take that as an achievement!\u0026quot; She purred before moving to splash more water at her. \u0026quot;Come and get me~!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T00:40:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495579220,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith can sympathize with the blushing woman, so she won\u0026apos;t press her to remove her clothes. Fully naked, Eve is quite a bit hydrodynamic and lithe. Under those terms, surely she\u0026apos;s able to move with more ease than the more voluptuous Eira. Making sure to give the strongest current a wide berth, she takes a breath and slips under the water. Swimming with practiced ease, the slender woman frog-kicks her way over to Eira, barely hidden even with the ripples on the water. Beneath the surface, Eve\u0026apos;s caramel eyes are open, staring after the snowy woman\u0026apos;s feet. Should the ginger get close enough, a hand will reach out and playfully grab at one of Eira\u0026apos;s legs, release, then burst out before her. \u0026quot;Boo!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T00:43:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495579433,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee dropped down from the roof, landing on the ground lightly in front of the door into the tavern before turning and opening it, stepping inside. Her ears were perked up as she looked around wondering what all was going on.\n",               "date": "2017-05-24T00:44:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495579441,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 24., szerda, 11:13:53"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "W i t c h rather swiftly darted around the innards of the tavern, observing the tables, chairs, floors, walls, the ceiling, the doors... Every last little bit of the whole establishment. She was, of course, searching for runes! But of course, her two cats followed her as she went, sniffing about and occasionally swatting at the air, or at certain parts of the floor. They were senseless critters, concerned with nothing more than their own amusement. They could speak, yes, quite. And they could also cast their own spells, though they were untalented versions. If, for example, one wanted to cast a fireball then it would! But it would most likely fizzle before it managed to do any damage to... well, anything much besides a mouse or a bug or something. One was fluffy and white, the other thin, lean and gray. Intelligence was alit within their eyes, their tails swiping through the air deftly as they walked. \u0026quot;Ooh, you\u0026apos;ve really hidden these well! I can\u0026apos;t seem to find them! Where are they?! Out with it, you demon!\u0026quot; she shouted accusingly, turning on her heel to point a vindicating finger toward the owner. \u0026quot;FIEND! How can I not find a single rune?!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T15:30:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495719035,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shaking heading a little before bursting out in laughter about her while doing nothing else. \u0026quot; Well then you can\u0026apos;t figure it out, how ever it is older magic that is long dead. And hard to detect because of it\u0026apos;s unique way of it being cast-ed. How ever LADY, there isn\u0026apos;t need to find it, there is only one rune. \u0026quot; Getting a little different about it, moved from behind the bar\u0026apos;s counter and walked over to her, leaving maybe just out of arms reach from her. Emerald eyes looking her over, \u0026quot; and what makes you think I will reveal such things to you, bursting in here and thinking I am a fiend. Don\u0026apos;t insult me lady, I am nothing like a demon. I am what the gods FEAR. \u0026quot; All that was said before twisting on his own heels to start walking away from the strange woman that walked in. Having no clue who she was or not. How ever wouldn\u0026apos;t do much and more so even figure out what it was she really wanted from him.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T15:36:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495719369,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h huffed rather perceptibly, each of the cats beside her hissing simply at the man\u0026apos;s approach, let alone his arrogant repose followed by the dismissive retreat that he made thereafter. It was then that a change occurred in the witch, her whole demeanor changing, whilst the atmosphere throughout the entire tavern changed. Outside could be heard the booming clap of thunder, an explosive and unmistakable sound that set each of the cats on edge, their hackles rising followed by a distinct hiss. \u0026quot;She\u0026apos;s changing, brotherrr.... RUN!!!\u0026quot; proclaimed the lean gray cat, the fluffy white one responding in kind, \u0026quot;DEAR GOD! NOT THIS!\u0026quot; and with that, the two felines promptly disappeared from sight, an airy POOF! emanating from where they once stood. In their absence there was a significant difference about the once-wily, silly witch. She didn\u0026apos;t look as soft and endearing anymore. Instead, she looked rather mean, a little scary and all-around unpleasant. Her eyes had narrowed behind the thin-rimmed glasses that adorned her delicately feminine visage. \u0026quot;Your dismissive attitude pisses me OFF,\u0026quot; she exclaimed in a voice totally unlike the one she used prior, having taken on a deep, raspy tenor that was more akin to that of a tomboyish woman, not an inelegant, eccentric femme such as the persona that she took on before. \u0026quot;You think you can just walk away from me, you CAD?!\u0026quot; She snorted derisively, stomping one of her heel-clad feet upon the wooden boards of the floor underneath her, splintering the enchanted wood effortlessly. Of course it repaired itself right beneath her foot, but that didn\u0026apos;t change the fact that she had, in fact, just done that. \u0026quot;Gods fear nothing, you arrogant brat. NOTHING. Do I have to spell it out for you? Or are you under the impression that these feathery brutes that roam around in the sky, beneath the Earth and sometimes on land are actually GODS? HAH! Don\u0026apos;t make me laugh. They are nothing but impotent ruffians that insist on throwing their weight around against unsuspecting humans. If you only knew what a god really was...\u0026quot; Even now in this state, clearly ever the more imperious, the witch still shuddered at the mere thought. \u0026quot;You have not seen a true god, my darling pointy-eared friend. If you did, you\u0026apos;d know they are far beyond even MY talents... Whether it be to kill them, to make them kneel -- to make them fear me of all things. No, you don\u0026apos;t have the first clue.\u0026quot; With a soft sigh, she promptly plopped herself down into the nearest chair, crossing one leg over the other beneath her long emerald green dress. With one arm draped over the table aside, her long painted nails began to clack in a meticulous pattern along the grainy wood. \u0026quot;Do you have time to chat? Pardon my outburst, but... I have something of a fiery temper.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T15:54:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495720446,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis took a deep breath and turned around facing her with a smiled, \u0026quot; Woman you have no idea do you, this world is suppressed by them and I have seen the gods, weak little things fluttering around and I will tell you, I am not \u0026apos;infected\u0026apos; by any of it, HOWEVER I am a person that doesn\u0026apos;t just think so and want to know why they fear me. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else the male before her raised his hand and opened a dark rift like tear in mid air, dark swirling matter violently clashing together. What might catch her attention is something on the other side of the rift, something different, beasts making thunderous movements and fight\u0026apos;s. Not only that all type\u0026apos;s of magic even that of divinity and dark would be drained. What ever it was is eating it like a infectious disease, even the fact it was happening was clearer than a painting. What might turn around is he lifted another hand and started using his own power that held no magic at all with in his body. Even if she tried there wouldn\u0026apos;t be trace of it at all, but what came out of the small runes he formed where heads, ( Example, each one would be similar to real life \u0026apos;gods\u0026apos; ) and they were no longer living, kept like a trophy. \u0026quot; Now there is nothing about a god, hell there is no real god in my book, all of them are just powerless idiot\u0026apos;s that couldn\u0026apos;t kill my ancestors with out needing a thousand of them to gang up on one. \u0026quot; Only waited a little longer before calming down and made it all vanish before sighing lightly. Walked over and took a seat across the table, \u0026quot; I do how ever have time, and no worries, what happen\u0026apos;s is all part of life, though don\u0026apos;t mind me, and I am telling the truth though. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T16:10:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495721433,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h looked on in boredom as the man flaunted his gaudy powers, truly detecting no bit of magic throughout any of it. He was special to be sure, but even still it seemed he knew not of what he spoke. While she would admit that he did have immense power... He was still but a boy, not yet fully grown into what he would one day be. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ve no idea what you are, hm?\u0026quot; she inquired, being purposely vague of course. \u0026quot;Well, that\u0026apos;s fine,\u0026quot; she breathed as she sat up straighter. Her whole body was visibly relaxed, more so when he sat across from her. She wasn\u0026apos;t really on guard because of how evidently strong that he was, but rather because he could be an incredibly unpredictable element within this most fragile of worlds. As if to close some sort of unseen gap that was far greater than one may perceive, she leaned quite far over the table -- almost as if they were a thousand miles apart -- and whispered quietly to the man. \u0026quot;Be careful who you show those powers off to. You might frighten someone, but worse yet, you might draw the ire of something far greater than even you. You must listen to me: you aren\u0026apos;t yet what you\u0026apos;re meant to be. You have potential, but there are things out there far, far stronger than you could ever imagine. Things older than your kind. Much, much older... Do you know what they are?\u0026quot; Shaking her head, she sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. A low, modest chuckle rumbled within her chest. \u0026quot;Of course you don\u0026apos;t. You only know what you\u0026apos;ve seen, what you\u0026apos;ve heard. What you\u0026apos;ve done... You\u0026apos;re young yet, I can\u0026apos;t blame you.\u0026quot; Her eyes averted their gaze from upon his person, off to another corner of the room entirely. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re cute though, I\u0026apos;ll give you that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T16:21:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495722066,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked at her only to smile and then licked his lips, \u0026quot; well then let them come, I will evolve only further, unrestrained and become more. \u0026quot; Yet didn\u0026apos;t fight her any more, just going to talk with her about what ever came to mind. One of the unique traits he did have is to gain power from devouring his foe\u0026apos;s in battle. Couldn\u0026apos;t understand her half the time as it wasn\u0026apos;t much of his self that would be at question. \u0026quot; Must be strong then, good to know, if they come around, I will give them a fight they\u0026apos;ll remember. Point of being young is to learn and survive each fight. \u0026quot; Curious about what she wanted in the first place which brought his gaze to her entirely, \u0026quot; I am curious though why were you looking for the rune? \u0026quot; And wouldn\u0026apos;t deny her the answer, just didn\u0026apos;t want to really give off what he does or where it was with out a reason to say. Even if she did calm down, wanted to find out as much as possible before revealing it of course. \u0026quot; Nothing else I could borrow my master\u0026apos;s sword if needed, it\u0026apos;s not of this time either and isn\u0026apos;t a very nice forged piece, look\u0026apos;s nice and well crafted, just it\u0026apos;s a little scary. \u0026quot; Why would that come to mind, perhaps it what she mentioned to him, something about stronger creatures, also made him think of the blade he nearly was killed by on multiple occasion\u0026apos;s.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T16:29:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495722577,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h returned her gaze to the man, looking him up and down briefly before rolling her shoulders softly in a shrug. \u0026quot;I just wanted to see what kind of rune you had in place, just to determine exactly how strong it was and what the intention behind it was. There\u0026apos;s deeper meaning to such things, you know? You can\u0026apos;t just cast a rune and say, \u0026apos;I want it to repair stuff.\u0026apos; After all... Runes are like contracts. They breathe as we do, seethe as we do... I was just worried you might\u0026apos;ve been in over your head, but alas... Doesn\u0026apos;t seem I need to worry about that until you start using demon runes. This one clearly isn\u0026apos;t that, otherwise this place and all its inhabitants would be up in flames by now.\u0026quot; Breathing out another soft, airy sigh, she kicked a leg up and began to lean back in her chair, two of the legs lifting off the floor while the other two fell on to the edges. A precarious position that did little to cover up the stuff underneath her dress, but she hardly cared. Not that she was unladylike, but rather that she dared anyone to try and do something unsavory. With that thought, she kicked her other leg up with the first, crossing one over the other to at least somewhat retain an air of mystery for what lie beneath. \u0026quot;You don\u0026apos;t want to fight with the sorts of creatures that lie beyond the veil. They\u0026apos;re not like the ones you\u0026apos;ve tangled with before. You\u0026apos;re young, so naturally you\u0026apos;re always willing to run head on into danger totally unprepared... but you must heed my advice. Do not go looking for them, and if they find you, do not draw their ire. It\u0026apos;s not just your own life that will be forfeit, but that of everyone on this plane of existence. I\u0026apos;ll be the first to pack my bags, mind you! Though I quite like it here... so I\u0026apos;d rather some foolish child didn\u0026apos;t go meddling with things he does not understand.\u0026quot; Lifting one of the arms she earlier drew across her chest, she lightly pushed at the bridge of her glasses, setting them higher upon her nose. \u0026quot;Now then. Where did those stupid cats go? They always run at the first sign of my arrival, but I just don\u0026apos;t get WHY!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T16:39:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495723146,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis thinking deeply about what she said and sighed, \u0026quot; well that is going to be harder than you make it sound, miss. \u0026quot; Couldn\u0026apos;t help the thought of his body aching to do battle once more and put his very life on the edge of death once more. Some how it made him feel a little more alive, after what she said it only made his blood come to live. Something he hadn\u0026apos;t felt in a long time, not when he did his adventure\u0026apos;s around the time of his \u0026apos;younger\u0026apos; years. At this moment he refrained from getting anything to much out. \u0026quot; Of course it\u0026apos;s only a simple rune to rebuild the tavern when ever it get\u0026apos;s destroyed, I am careful when using them, was taught that at a younger age. \u0026quot; Wanting to clear up anything that related at that point of view. Still he did see her as a woman with a certain beauty, just he knew from time to time that each one that came in wouldn\u0026apos;t be like the another. \u0026quot; Answer me this, out of all places, why settle here in a tavern that is also a brothel, out of the way of many kingdom\u0026apos;s. \u0026quot; Wanted to know after all he hasn\u0026apos;t really seen what could happen when large groups of people getting together might mean. Here and there seen a few people left and right.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T16:52:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495723922,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h listened intently for a while as he spoke, considering what he was saying for a multitude of reasons. After a while, having thought over everything, she simply shrugged again. \u0026quot;At least you\u0026apos;re smart for your age,\u0026quot; she quipped playfully, a certain heaviness in the atmosphere disappearing entirely. She hadn\u0026apos;t yet returned to her cheery, bubbly disposition but she was a good deal more relaxed in every sense -- as a byproduct of this, the two cats poofed back into the tavern as if they\u0026apos;d never left, each of them hopping up onto the table with little regard for either the witch, nor her conversational partner. The lean gray one looked to the fluffy white cat, \u0026quot;So, J\u0026apos;Ssam, what do you say?\u0026quot; he grumbled, his sharp yellow eyes practically piercing through the other cat. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not yet sure, F\u0026apos;Ssam, he seems odd though.\u0026quot; And so forth came the names of the two felines. The gray was F\u0026apos;Ssam, a pronunciation that completely eluded human tongues. The other, J\u0026apos;Ssam. \u0026quot;Would both of you be quiet?\u0026quot; hissed the witch, her eyes narrowing at the utterly rude cats. \u0026quot;Ahem... I suppose you could say that sex brings out the most powerful energies that the ether has to offer. The intense emotions and feelings surrounding it tend to bring about the strongest forms of mana, which in turn allow for the greatest and most talented effects with regards to summoning, alchemy, shapeshifting, elemental control, atmospheric control... You name it.\u0026quot; A coy smile etched itself into her lips, an eyebrow quirking upon her pretty face. \u0026quot;Why do you ask?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T16:59:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495724363,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis thought about it and smiled, \u0026quot; well surely you much be seeking something or maybe I am over thinking things again, how ever some come here to eat food, rest and much more, if needed some find sexual services as well. \u0026quot; Wanting to be sure of what he might thinking, after all it did take him some time to calm down fully while keeping a good strong head on his shoulder\u0026apos;s. As he seen the cat\u0026apos;s poof once more, it didn\u0026apos;t bother him at all, even if she thought he was young, nothing really surprised him, save for a few things that might creep up out of no where. \u0026quot; Oh by I should at least give my name, only respectful. I am Aetharis, owner of this place. \u0026quot; With that he gave her a small head bow and waited to see what she had to say.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:09:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495724955,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h snorted at the first mention of her potentially seeking something, giving her head a little shake. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m here for the company more than anything, although sexual service would be grand right about now. These cats would scram if that were the case too!\u0026quot; With that, she began to chuckle heartily to herself. The two felines growled in response to her jab, before leaping off the table and heading off in the direction of some uninhabited room or another. In the meantime, her dress flowed as if water, changing from a long, all-encompassing one to one more revealing by far. Where her legs were once fully clad in green silk, they were now completely bare. Two slender, creamy limbs that lead up into wide hips. While she was not totally unclothed, the only thing that saved her crotch from being exposed was the partnering of her crossed legs with thin white panties. Leading up her midriff yet still remained a silken emerald corset that loomed over her bust, though barely at all. Her large breasts were allowed to sit pleasantly upon her chest with almost everything bare to witness. \u0026quot;Much better,\u0026quot; she exclaimed, happy to be far less \u0026apos;clothed\u0026apos; than before. \u0026quot;Pleased to make your acquaintance, Aetharis. I am... well, you can just call me Witch.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:15:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495725341,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails gave her hubby a smooch as she didn\u0026apos;t want to go search for her reading glasses. Doggo was all for bun anyway.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:21:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495725673,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis raised a brow before nodded. \u0026quot; Alright, well if you need sexual service all you have to do ask for it. And if you like it to happen I wouldn\u0026apos;t mind engaging in such act. After all who wouldn\u0026apos;t want to lay with a lovely lady such as your self. \u0026quot; Though he would get up and walk away from her only for a short moment to get couple of tankards, water for now as he doesn\u0026apos;t know what she likes to drink. \u0026quot; Oh if you need food or something to drink I can get you it. \u0026quot; Having forgotten that he had indeed moved a certain wine bottle, pink at that sitting on the self. Setting one of the mugs down in front of her with a smile he\u0026apos;d wait to see what she would order, how ever it might be a clue since he couldn\u0026apos;t really read her and more then not his sexual lust was brewing quickly. \u0026quot; Water is free here, and rooms open for one that needs to rest. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:25:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495725951,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h beamed a rather pleasant smile, one of the first so far, at the male opposite her. Her teeth were straight and white, almost iridescent in their brilliant pearly whiteness. Something of note was that each of her canines was particularly sharp and pointed, as if they were filed. \u0026quot;Before sex always comes pleasantries of course,\u0026quot; she breathed in a far more seductive tone of voice, much more alluring and sultry than before. Taking her legs off the table and placing them casually beneath the table once more, she leaned over the tankard to inspect the contents. \u0026quot;Water, huh?\u0026quot; She sniffed lightly, tapping the side of the mug. \u0026quot;Why not a glass of wine instead? Always had a preference for it,\u0026quot; she said absent-mindedly, having not really considered whether or not the place DID have wine. After all, it was fairly pricy and hard to come by... but perhaps that\u0026apos;s why she liked it so much. \u0026quot;May need a room for some sort of ritual, but I won\u0026apos;t be needing rest -- thank you though.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:30:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495726200,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis did agree with her and smiled, \u0026quot; wine you say, well got that here, cheep not to expensive, how ever I would make sure to be sure that you are careful of the wine you choose. \u0026quot; Informing her, he did have wine and wasn\u0026apos;t expensive as she\u0026apos;d find any where else. Walking walking back over to the bar\u0026apos;s counter and pasted it, moved behind only to start moving through all of the wine bottles, curious to know which one she might like then a thought came to him. \u0026quot; It\u0026apos;s not wine, but I might have something if you are willing to try it, how ever it has no name for it. \u0026quot; Spoke loud enough for her to hear him across the room, so while she decided on what she wanted he would simply rummage though each of the bottles looking around.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:33:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495726435,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h considered that for a moment, wondering why the forewarning was necessary at all. What could he have that would be dangerous for her? She was a Magi, hardly anything was capable of making her sick... though she supposed it didn\u0026apos;t always have to be sickness or misfortune. Regardless, she wanted something to drink that wasn\u0026apos;t water, so she would simply take her chances. \u0026quot;Well, whatever this nameless concoction may be, I\u0026apos;d be more than happy to give it a try. I\u0026apos;ve had ever wine in existence, so why not? Something new could be interesting.\u0026quot; Though the fact that it had no name was something of a red flag, she often ignored -- or burned -- red flags. That being the case, she cheerily took hold of the tankard, slammed it against the table and began to spill water everywhere. \u0026quot;A hearty drink for the beautiful lady! Don\u0026apos;t dally now! Hurry, hurry!\u0026quot; Almost as if she\u0026apos;d returned to her former self, the excited witch began to muck about in a silly way. She was still very much the brooding woman that had appeared in the absence of respect previously, but now she was feeling relaxed enough to simply be herself, even if that meant being a little wonky from time to time.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:39:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495726781,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis couldn\u0026apos;t believe his self a bit, yet didn\u0026apos;t mind it at all when he stood up with a black box in hand and a thing of chocolate in the other hand. Setting both on the counter while grabbing a stone with wooden trim goblet. \u0026quot; Oh this isn\u0026apos;t what the for warning was about, how ever....\u0026quot; Turned around and grabbed the pink wine bottle to show her. \u0026quot; This is the one that I will not suggest, only when a circumstance arises. Or if you are in a hurry, maybe would like to have a child with out having to wait. \u0026quot; All that was said before putting it back and returned to the drink at hand. Opened the box only to show that light fog rolled out of the box before he pulled a dark black bottle out and poured into into the goblet, this liquid was boiling while producing the same fog. Putting the bottle back and then opening a single ball of chocolate, he\u0026apos;d drop it into the liquid and stirred it, from white creamy color to a caramel color and the boiling stopped along with the fog. \u0026quot; Not sure how you will like it, but it has a sweet taste to it. \u0026quot; Walking over to her and set the goblet down in front of her and smiled. \u0026quot; Enjoy. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:48:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495727282,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h hummed and hawed at this explanation, thinking it over for a while. Pink bottle... Fertility potion, huh? Well then. She didn\u0026apos;t have much to say about it, so she would say nothing at all. Instead she turned her attention to the goblet filled with a mysterious caramel colored liquid which, just moments before, had been boiling to such an extent that it frothed the air; thick steam... Steam was fun for so many reasons, it was almost a shame it had come and gone so soon. Slipping her dainty fingers around the stem of the goblet, she lifted it to her lips without even so much as nosing the scent. Tipping it back up against her plush, pink lips she began to drink of the mysterious liquid. It was certainly sweet, still a little warm but overall very smooth and rich. She\u0026apos;d only take a sip before placing the goblet back down. \u0026quot;Dear me, that is really good!\u0026quot; she exclaimed in her usual manner, her cheeks warming with a tinge of redness. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not often you get to indulge in such delicious treats.\u0026quot; This had definitely boosted her mood. \u0026quot;You say it has no name, but surely it must have a table of contents! What\u0026apos;s in this?\u0026quot; she blurted quizzically, motioning to the caramel dream swirling about within the ornate cup.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T17:54:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495727691,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis sat down once more across from her, \u0026quot; that drink is different and only is served here, it\u0026apos;s like a trademark if you will, or the ingredient\u0026apos;s are not easily gotten a hold of. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t going to give every thing about the drink away. \u0026quot; But I will say how ever the chocolate effect\u0026apos;s it like this so it is drinkable for other\u0026apos;s. \u0026quot; Not pressing into many thing or doing anything at all, he would take the time while she was her self and talk when it was good to talk about. \u0026quot; Anything else you would like to have miss witch? \u0026quot; Thinking about it, didn\u0026apos;t really enjoy the way it rolled off his tongue, thought about it while looking over her. \u0026quot; Hmm, maybe I should call you something else. \u0026quot; It was for him to call her anything but witch.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T18:03:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495728181,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h sat there pleasantly in the company of what she perceived to be a newfound friend, even if he did seem a little naive. She liked his presence, found him to be rather interesting, and he was accommodating. It was very refreshing, especially given what she was. Magi were often cold, miserly and reclusive. She, herself, was not quite like that. She was strange among her kind though, and that could be told from birth... It was also the reason she had no static name. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s a great drink, it\u0026apos;s definitely a real treat for me! Other people would certainly feel the same way. As for other things I would like, well... Being totally candid, sex would be great right about now. This drink has warmed me up inwardly, but I could do with something a little more rigid on the inside if you know what I mean.\u0026quot; With that, she took another swig of her delicious, creamy drink. \u0026quot;You may call me Camille, if it suits you better,\u0026quot; she breathed in that sultry tone that she\u0026apos;d taken on earlier, her eyes narrow like a cats. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s the name that my summons have taken to calling me by, so I figure it\u0026apos;s just as well that you do too.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T18:23:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495729396,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis raised his brow and smiled, \u0026quot; well then if you like to have that I will deliver. \u0026quot; With that he would think for a while on what to call her, what might have surprised her is him literally getting up, walked around the table and removed her from the seat. Picking her up, even looked at her and gave her a light kiss on her lips. Blunt and didn\u0026apos;t even hold back from it either. Might surprise her in a bit that he didn\u0026apos;t hold back when it came to lustful interaction. \u0026quot; Want to do it here in the main tavern or I can take you to a room and a little privacy? \u0026quot; This was his main question before anything else, didn\u0026apos;t even take a step away from the table they once sat at and waited.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T18:29:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495729772,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h let out a startled yelp when she was lifted right on out of her seat, though her cry of distress was cut short by that ephemeral kiss on the lips, leaving her ever the more flustered from there. Her head was positively swimming, as this was NOT what she had expected at all. Giving it a little shake, she caught her senses and reeled them back to reality. \u0026quot;Hm... What has more options, here or privacy? And by options, I DO mean all the many kinky things we could and should certainly be doing before, during and after the now-imminent intercourse. I DEMAND A QUEENLY FIRST TIME WITH YOU! I do, I do. You must treat me to the utmost depravity... or do you have an issue with that?\u0026quot; she huffed. Although it was his fault. She would have walked, but now she was being hoisted and walked about like a literal queen very well may. Just another luxury that Magi did not extend.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T18:33:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495730016,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis thought about it for a minute and smiled greatly, \u0026quot; oh well then why don\u0026apos;t we take this to a more private spot in the tavern. \u0026quot; Not saying a word when he start\u0026apos;s to walk off with her in his arms, just from how much more his body temperature was rising, it might just be the lust taking and effecting him physically while enjoying his time with her. Or was it the fact of what she might find out different about this male that seemed to act differently towards her. Moved not to his bed room, no he walked as if he was heading towards the smithy. Only to step just before the door to the smithy area and turned to his left with another door, with moment\u0026apos;s of entering, candles lit up, making it easier to see what every thing was in there, ( http://slutever.com/wp-content/uploads/CDR-FINAL-Red-Room-alt-view-from-door.jpg only part of it. ) well equipped to do more than please a woman. What will he do to her in this room it would be a while to find out. Only to shut the door behind them and lightly bite her neck lightly, not knowing how she would react to it and moved forward. Looking to find the right thing to start with.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T18:47:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495730821,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h nodded at first, assenting to the suggestion that they should move to a more private area. However where they ended up had her a little baffled, her eyes scanning the room at lightning speed. It was certainly a peculiar place, though the candles added a certain mystique and a slight air of romance to the whole thing. More than anything though, they added to sultry atmosphere of the whole room itself. Unlike any time before when he\u0026apos;d made some sort of advance on her, the neck biting was met with a low, pleased purr from deep within her chest -- not quite unlike a moan of contentedness, it was more so a way of showing that she was okay with it all in all. However it was now that she was beginning to wonder just WHAT they would be doing. Certainly she would be treated like a queen, as requested... but what would that entail? She did not know. \u0026quot;This is a fancy room,\u0026quot; she cooed delightedly, admiring the walls stained with red. Such a fiery color, perfectly able to elicit so many different emotions and feelings. Arousal was one of them.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T18:52:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495731169,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis only a smile on his face as eyes looked at her and then down around her body. Didn\u0026apos;t waist any more time when she finally felt both of their\u0026apos;s bodies touching. Skin to skin, and he looked at her, \u0026quot; well then what should we do first, need a little attention with my tongue or would you like to get a little bound up and I go directly for the sweet spot. \u0026quot; Moved further in and laid her on the bench next to the mirror and ensured that she would see him standing at her legs. Wouldn\u0026apos;t belong before she felt his hands grabbing her legs and parting them, kneeling down while keeping his eyes on her. Leaving vague question for her when his mouth connected to her sweet folds, tongue quickly rubbing against it, tasting her before slipping past her lips, entering her warmth inside, brushing against the silky walls. Swirling his tongue all around inside of her while his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her still.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:01:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495731701,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames Exhau\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E was kicking in. His back hunched him over his blade, treating it more as a cane rather than an instrument of war. Sweat dripped from his brow as he glanced at the tavern. Thankfully the employer gave him a few coins from his last job, but with most contracts he\u0026apos;s taken thus far, not many of them were so, rewarding nor compliant with their said agreement. Sure he was a Lord from a certain region, but he needed time away. Despite this, he didn\u0026apos;t quite plan for the lack of coin to be received. He sighed as he approached the tavern, gathering his bearings at the door. Brushing off his leather chest piece and his now ragged cloak. He frowned at the appearance but pulled his cowl over his head to hide some of his face. Best to make sure no one that new of his Lordly title know he\u0026apos;s here. Wherever that maybe. One big breath of air to raise his chest a little as he opened the door.",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:03:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495731801,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has the good fortune of being in a room somewhat above Aetharis\u0026apos;. When she begins to hear the rumbles of voices below, the ginger hurriedly shuts her book and can\u0026apos;t get out of her dwelling fast enough. With a scurry and hurried wiggle of the knob, Eve finally gains enough purchase to heave the door open, barely holding the hardware to keep it from slamming open. \u0026quot;Nopenopenope,\u0026quot; can be heard as a faint mantra over her lips. With auburn hair free to roam about her shoulders, it moves like a mane of fire, each lock coiling loosely. Down the stairs she goes and heads to the door, only to pull up short at the appearance of a man. Her bare feet set down their heels sharply, letting her slide to a comic stop. Hands drop to fasten her belt, hoisting her trousers into place. \u0026quot;Hi,\u0026quot; she says with a breathless voice, offering a brief bow to the man, despite his ragged appearance and hidden face. The five foot, four inch ginger has to crane her neck backwards to look at his face. Overall, the narrowly figured female holds the air of someone in a rush.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:12:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495732367,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h was very much surprised at the immediacy of her clothes essentially disappearing, not to mention that his had as well. He was certainly more powerful than she gave him credit for, given that removing her clothing at all would be difficult for a mere mortal male -- they were magically-inclined, meaning that it would be nearly impossible to get them off if she did not will it. Aetharis, on the other hand, just managed without her noticing. Good... then he\u0026apos;d be fun to play with, certainly. Surely enough, this of course meant that despite his question, she\u0026apos;d been given no choice. There she lay on her stomach across that bench, the leathery surface beneath causing her skin to light up with goose bumps. However the real fun began when she felt his tongue lapping against her velvet folds, only to further violate that most divine sanctuary between her legs, pushing deeper within her tight entrance. As if to accommodate that searching tongue, her insides began to warm and become slippery, wetter, sweeter... It would no doubt taste like camellia flowers, hence the name Camille given unto her by her most devout followers. It carried a similar scent as well; sweet, alluring, powerful. It could draw in even the strangest of sorts, be they in total opposition to such acts or not. \u0026quot;Mmm... Give me a little bit of lubrication just like that before you go putting anything in there,\u0026quot; she cooed hazily, her eyelids fluttering as she stared onward into the mirror, her lips parting to let loose more of that purring, intermingling with a pleasured moan.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:14:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495732455,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis listening to her only made the tongue move even more, but his mouth pressed against her more. Covering her velvety folds completely. Moving both arms from around her while he started to really get into the mood, moment it was satisfying for him and her wet enough, this male pulled away from her, grabbing her by the legs only to flip her over onto her back. Parting her legs only to pull her closer to him and lift her waist up. Erect cock fully ready was only inches close to her when he looked down at her and smiled. \u0026quot; Time to give this lovely flower a time she might like, if you require some thing ask. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t sure how she would respond other than him sinking his cock into her depth\u0026apos;s. Loving her walls being brushed against his flesh. Warmth of her made him feel really good, yet he seemed to be holding back a little bit for now.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:21:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495732872,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames gestured to her with a warm smile and a kind bow to the woman. \u0026quot;Greetings. I don\u0026apos;t suppose you know someone that could give me a drink or two would you?\u0026quot; His eyes wandered about the rest of the room. It was cozy to say the least. The fire pit was certainly a welcomed sight as well as the bar counter further along the room. His ears came across a few...familiar sounds. Sounds that drew a lucid and charming grin on his face, \u0026quot;Or I can have what their having?\u0026quot; He blinked a few times and shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself as always. He stepped closer to the woman, his leather boots thudding across the floor as he stood before her with his stocked shoulders held upright. His 5\u0026apos;11\u0026quot; stature made him easily looked down upon her, but he offered his hand nonetheless, \u0026quot;Apologies, seems I forgot my manners with my eagerness and exhaustion. My name is Bry-\u0026quot; Stopping Midway, his eyes widen as he cursed himself in his mind, choking just slightly before recuperating, \u0026quot;I mean Bruce, I mean...\u0026quot; He sighed in his frustration as he muttered, \u0026quot;Oh to hell with it.\u0026quot; Quick regain of composure, \u0026quot;My name is Bryce. Again, apologies. I suppose I\u0026apos;m more exhausted than I had suspected.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:23:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495733039,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h laid there for a time, swaying in and out of proper cognition while that tongue and mouth worked itself so feverishly against her womanhood. Although it didn\u0026apos;t take long before she rather apparently had the man wanting more, suddenly flipping over and being hoisted up against his hips. It was so quick, almost too quick. Before she knew it she had been impaled on that thick member of his, her tender, puffy folds opening up so eagerly yet not quite fast enough to properly accommodate such a large entry. This of course left her reeling in a mite of pain, though the rest of her body belied that response. Be it from the debauched moan that ripped itself free from her throat, or the rapid, near torrential and utterly slick wetting of her insides to better advocate that cock sinking within her like an anchor into the sea. She would be sure to let him know if there was anything else, but for the time being she was too encapsulated by the sudden rush of absolutely mind numbing pleasure -- she had not had sex in a long time -- to really say or do much besides writhe in the power of it all.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:29:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495733350,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis wasn\u0026apos;t wasting time with her, slamming the cock deep into her each time, giving no room for her to relax. Not only that, one of his hands would have reached down and grabbed one of her breasts tightly, liking how it felt with in the palms of his own hand. Roughly playing with the flesh mound, even roughly squeezing her nipple between two fingers. \u0026quot; Oh liked that don\u0026apos;t you, well wait till the final stretch of our time together and I will present your body with something you might find different. \u0026quot; Giving her mind something to expect when they were actually close to being done with one another or at least with in the room they are in. Unfortunately this room they occupied wasn\u0026apos;t sound proof, so if she screamed in pleasure some one might hear something going on.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:34:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495733657,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith responds with all the eloquence she can muster. \u0026quot;Uh...\u0026quot; her head slowly turns to look over her shoulder to the root of the mumbling and noises. \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s a bit busy, but I can help...\u0026quot; her voice trails off in uncertainty. His second request is met with a bit of a chuckle. \u0026quot;By all means, knock on the door.\u0026quot; While tempted to move past Bryce and head out the door, she reaches a small and surprisingly rough hand out to shake the fellow\u0026apos;s in turn. \u0026quot;Nice to meet you, Hell-Bryce,\u0026quot; she declares dramatically, giving a quick pump of her arm before aiming to release his digits. \u0026quot;Go ahead and take a seat. I\u0026apos;m going to pick a barrel at random and pour you an anonymous flagon of ale, then I\u0026apos;ll ask Aetharis,\u0026quot; her thumb points to the room of debauchery and sexy moaning, \u0026quot;what the charges are later.\u0026quot; Before the fire is a sofa, two armchairs and a coffee-like table. The ginger plucks a vessel from what she hopes is the clean pile and moves over to the mead barrel. Taking a slight sniff, she feels as if it\u0026apos;s not poisonous and twists the faucet, letting a pint flow out. Only when the beverage is full will she walk over to Bryce and offer it to him, handle first of course. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m Eve, the smith around here.\u0026quot; Once he takes the flagon, the ginger sits herself in an armchair.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:36:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495733818,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h reached her hands down to the man\u0026apos;s arms where they held her hips at first, clawing at his flesh to try and restrain herself from succumbing immediately to the rough pounding that had begun almost without notice. However once his arm had moved to take a hold of her breast, the hand that once adorned that arm immediately moved to better assist him -- two deft fingers rubbing at her small, swollen clit to further elicit more pleasure from her body, the encounter she was enjoying, and to help properly milk that cock within. As due to her fiddling on top of his, it took no time at all before her folds were greedily, hungrily undulating over his large dick, attempting to pull it back whenever it pulled out, and helping to guide it further in when it was on its way back. This all put together of course DID elicit some particularly loud, exceptionally lusty moaning. She wasn\u0026apos;t quite to the point of screaming, as she had amazing self-control, but there was so much going on in her body that the sheer heat of it all had her grasping for sense, cognition and really just a grasp on reality. His words had barely registered in her ears, let alone for her to think about... although he was right if he assumed that she would be wanting whatever it was from there, because she did. Her whole body showed it, as it shuddered, grinded into him as best it could, and generally welcomed every bit of his being.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:42:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495734126,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis watched and continued enjoying every bit of her body, keeping surprises coming as, he did use a little bit of his power to help out, leather strap\u0026apos;s which had been combined with silk would start to cover joint\u0026apos;s of her body. Tightening around them comfortably before he would pull out of her and step away while they did the work of hoisting her up and allowing her to view her chest. Making sure she faced the mirror before coming back up to her from behind. Impaling his cock deep into her pussy, giving no warning, made sure her legs were bent against her body while his hands held her and roughly pounded away at her. Few extra strap\u0026apos;s of leather bound her arms behind her back, grinned some when he used a different set of leather that wrapped around her breasts tightening up to help keep them firm. He would watch her in the mirror curious to what she might do next.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:51:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495734698,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames was happy to see his greeting met so warmly and hospitably. Till his ego was knocked down a peg by her mentioning \u0026apos;Hell-Bryce\u0026apos; he gave a small chuckle as he couldn\u0026apos;t help but to laugh at his own absurd short comings from time to time. He sat down at one of the armchairs, removing his cloak to reveal his scratched leather chest piece marred with several cuts. Though the style of it would\u0026apos;ve suggested of royal upkeep before the damage. With his cloak resting on the armchair, his face was far more visible, especially near the kindling fire. Most of his features had a certain charm and glow to his appearance, despite the tired look in his eyes which seem to shimmer with the fire\u0026apos;s graceful hue. His attention returned to the woman as he ran his fingers through his greased dark brown hair, making him realize it may have been a few days since he had a proper wash. \u0026quot;Thank you, Eve.\u0026quot; He gave the mead a quick sip. He blinked a few times as the recipe and texture wasn\u0026apos;t one he was accustomed to. Both hands clasped the jar and held it in his lap as the cold liquid seemed to soothe his insides. \u0026quot;So...the Smith eh? Guess you could probably take a look at my gear then? See what repairs may be needed? Since asking for a room seems to be a question better reserved for someone currently...occupied.\u0026quot; His face wasn\u0026apos;t painfully red, but it did Rosy up just a tad. Damn urges. Why did most women around the area have to be so up tight? The thoughts continue to dangle and waiver while he waited for Eve\u0026apos;s response.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:54:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495734878,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h was practically getting lost in the pleasure while he pumped his cock into her tight, wet folds. It was when she began to feel leather wrapping around each of her joins that her eyes snapped open, and her body became rather alert... though there was not much she could do about it at that point, her mind bending and warping in ways that would allow her to better cope with the increasingly helpless though utterly perfect situation that she\u0026apos;d found herself caught up in. From the time she was hoisted into the air, until the time she was fully bound-- from her arms being forced behind her back, to her legs being forced apart and into a rather compromising position that essentially made her pussy the most receptive possible. It was the straps around her breasts that REALLY got her going, the constant pressure applied leaving her writhing in absolute ecstasy, her back arching as best it could despite everything, her head tilting back to rear a scream of pleasure the likes of which people likely far outside of the tavern would be able to hear. A mixture-- a combination of all of the things that were taking place had driven her into a small bout of fuck-fueled insanity. The very THOUGHT of his cock entering her would have had her moaning, gushing with juices and squirming in that moment. Without any physical contact at all, he would have had her grinding toward her first orgasm - alas, he WAS touching her, and the simple notion, let alone the image of her body so helpless, so totally at his mercy had brought her to a screeching, cum-gushing orgasm that caressed his dick with sticky, burning hot warmth.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T19:58:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495735117,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has an eye for armor and some fashions, despite her huntress attire and general dislike of dresses. Due to their chosen seats, they face one another, the couch on her left and fire to the right, likewise in reverse for him. \u0026quot;There must be wards around this tavern,\u0026quot; she mutters in disbelief, her caramel eyes roaming over Bryce\u0026apos;s face, noting the handsome features even with his scars. These words aren\u0026apos;t meant to be heard, though he is likely able to detect them without much trouble. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re welcome, and I could,\u0026quot; she agrees to the fellow. \u0026quot;I work with leather armor as well as metals.\u0026quot; Again, she flicks her gaze towards the door with a chuckle. By the time she settles on Bryce again, she notices the pink upon his cheeks. \u0026quot;If this makes you uncomfortable, we can go outside. My room\u0026apos;s right above his....it\u0026apos;s a bit of an adventure.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:05:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495735520,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis slightly surprised but was satisfied by the result of him doing such things to her, as much to his dismay. Continued to fuck her even while the cock started to pulse violently and twitch inside her once more. Wanting to release it\u0026apos;s seed inside of her so that it might seek out her womb to fertilize and claim what may lay beyond. Back to this, she could feel him getting closer by the minute, even leaned over and bit down on her neck once more to hold on. While getting closer to his climax, enjoying every minute of it now, she felt him slam into her once more, releasing thick semen inside of her, flowing into her uterus. Only thing that might be bad or good is if she was fertile this time or not, that might decided a out come after all this. Pumped more into her before pulling out of her, releasing her neck. Reached up, grabbing a hand full of her hair pulling down wards so that she would be pulled backwards, with the straps followed each movement. Soon she came face to face with the males cock. And he would slide it into her mouth if she had it open, didn\u0026apos;t even wait, started to use her mouth just like he was with her pussy.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:06:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495735570,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is sitting near the bar\u0026apos;s counter, waiting for the certain someone to make her appearence. The tavern is unusually crowded, it would seem, so he feels tempted to just stand up and maybe try the room of the person he is waiting for. The one he carried last time. \u0026quot;Maybe I\u0026apos;ll order a drink first.\u0026quot; he said it out loud.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:10:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495735804,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h endured the fervent pounding for as long as it would take, up to the point that it eventually began to spill that hot, delicious seed inside of her. Certainly it would find its way deep within her for how hard he let it go, but whether or not it would have any effect was actually up to the witch herself, as she controlled the relative fertility of her body. If she really liked someone, she could allow herself to get pregnant and go from there -- on the other hand, if she felt it was too much of a hassle, she could simply switch it off, and nothing would come of it much besides a full, satisfied womb and sometimes belly full of semen. In the meantime it was really just a matter of enjoying the feeling of his cock nestled deep within her, making her feel warm and satisfied with every inch that filled her. She was breathing heavily by this point, only occasionally moaning now as her senses dulled for a while. Although when it came to a point where she thought they might\u0026apos;ve finished, there was motion -- rather sudden motion that found her eye-to-balls as it were. And before she could say anything, her mouth opened in obedient reception of that suddenly thrusting, erect cock direct into her mouth. Her tongue, of course, followed suit and began to expertly rove around the thick spire of cock that invaded her oral cavity, her moans having turned from clear, ringing notes of her musical voice into muffled, mumbling gags and occasional gurgling squelches.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:12:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495735975,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames His attention was raised when she brought a mention of her room. He heard bits and pieces of other things she was saying, and deposited his attempt to put focus on her, his ears honed in on the noise nearby. The luscious and salacious acts that delighted his body with desire. With her suggestion though, he wasn\u0026apos;t sure how to take it. He blinked a few times oddly. Still processing her option. Was she trying to be straight to the cut about this? Or was she simply just offering a place that could stop the noise? \u0026quot;What do you mean a bit of an adventure?\u0026quot; Hoping the bit of clarity would help in his choice of action as he shifted in the seat. His body was far too honest about what he wanted. Despite his subtleties.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:13:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495736010,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis felt really good now, her tongue working his spire of a cock and made sure to drive it deep into throat and held it there for a few minutes before pulling back. Repeating the process over a few moments, only before he would roughly started fucking her mouth, leaving nothing to spare, even didn\u0026apos;t mind reaching down and used her hair to help pull her to his cock. Between his waist thrusting forward and hands pulling her hair to him. This wouldn\u0026apos;t allow any time to spare with him giving her all of his lust filled body. No way she was simply be done with this male after one release, no she wasn\u0026apos;t done till he felt completely relieve and made her at least released a few time before then.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:18:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495736286,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith would be beet red if she knew just how wildly she\u0026apos;d been misunderstood. \u0026quot;Aetharis takes as many women as he wants at any hour he wants, so I get to hear quite a bit of it,\u0026quot; she explains. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m saying I\u0026apos;m fairly used to the escapades, but we can go outside if you want to escape the moaning.\u0026quot; Though she won\u0026apos;t say as much, her mouth is creased with concern at his distracted reply. Sensing movement, her eyes flick down to follow, widening as she sees his excitement plastered so \u003Cem\u003Eobviously\u003C/em\u003E along his pants. \u0026quot;Uh...\u0026quot; she coughs, glancing over to the bar for some help. \u0026quot;Have you seen any bar maids today, Steph?\u0026quot; She calls to the paladin at the bartop, a hint of desperation in her voice.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:19:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495736371,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head at Eve\u0026apos;s question. \u0026quot;Barmaids? No, not really... In fact, I haven\u0026apos;t seen any barmaids lately at all.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;And given how Aetharis is busy at the moment, I believe we are likely not going to see any barmaids... which reminds me, have you seen Mary?\u0026quot; he responded to Eve, asking about the whereabouts of his wife Mary Lenaii.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EUnfortunately, he wasn\u0026apos;t involved in any conversation Eve has had with other individuals at the moment, so whatever she said to whoever, he didn\u0026apos;t hear it, he wasn\u0026apos;t aware of it. \u0026quot;But speaking of that... maybe you could... introduce me to your friend over there? I may have entered the conversation at an awkward time.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:22:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495736534,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h could feel her cheeks burning with desire as well as an inkling of shame, though the shame would give way to a lustful glaring red sheen over her skin before too long. Every single second that his wide, unforgiving cock remained in her mouth sent her further and further over the edge, the taste alone being enough of an assault on her senses (in the best kind of way) to make her ever the more aroused. Although when it came down to it, it really was the precarious balance of breathing and not - cock buried in her throat, and then not, that had her climbing higher on a ladder of unmatched heat. She would be sure to bring him to yet another hot release, especially now that it was going to fill her mouth and throat, and give her a nice belly full of sticky warmth. With that fresh in her dazzled mind, her tongue began to press on whenever he was hilted in her throat, forcing its way out to the middlemost tether of his smooth sac, attempting to hit the sweet spot where it was most sensitive. This, however, lead to a great deal of drool running down his testes.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:26:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495736765,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames didn\u0026apos;t even realize the paladin was present. The man was so quiet, Bryce hadn\u0026apos;t noticed his movements. Either that or Bryce was just so heftily distracted by his inner thoughts that he simply didn\u0026apos;t notice the gentleman\u0026apos;s approach. If he even approached at all. But he certainly wasn\u0026apos;t standing upright at this point. So he raised his flagon and said, \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Bryce. I\u0026apos;m not quite from around here. Kinda got lost after going through the Pass.\u0026quot; Simple enough story. Should be sufficient enough, despite being vague.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:27:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495736846,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis quickly continued to pound away at her through, but seeing and noticing how she reacts, more of the leather straps latched onto her body, this time around her throat. He would use both hand\u0026apos;s now to squeeze her throat when ever he thrust-ed it deep. Feeling his cock move into her throat. Wasn\u0026apos;t the end no, he\u0026apos;d give her his load once more, increasing each time only to release thick loads of seed down the throat, his crotch firmly planted against her face while hands tightened around her soft throat and his cock remained buried. Pumping more of it. What might happen now as he waits to finish the moment.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:31:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737108,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith utters a quiet \u0026apos;fuck\u0026apos;. Why oh why did Aetharis have to go and break all the damn bar maids?! \u0026quot;I haven\u0026apos;t seen her since yesterday when she puked,\u0026quot; the ginger responds. \u0026quot;Yes,\u0026quot; a bit too eager, she settles the desperation for a distraction, \u0026quot;come join us, Stephanus.\u0026quot; With both armchairs occupied, he\u0026apos;ll have to sit on the couch. Had the paladin picked up on her tone that easily? Should he come over, the smith is utterly filled with gratitude. The invitation to go outside goes unanswered, so she settles in to sit, bare toes shifting a bit in a muted urge to be gone from this place. She\u0026apos;ll stick around, mostly because he\u0026apos;s a potential customer.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re on the run, it might be best to add a few more details,\u0026quot; she notes to Bryce, likely speaking from experience.",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:33:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737193,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h could feel her eyes widening at the sudden attachment of more of that skin-crawlingly pleasant leather, the feel if it around her throat being enough to drive the air out of her, though adding more to the situation was the sudden introduction of the man\u0026apos;s hands as well. By this point she could barely breathe at all, not to mention that his cock totally cut off her airway every time it found itself buried so deep within. But to really bring everything to its peak, she could finally feel the sudden release of that pulsating dick deep in her throat and right into her stomach, one rope after another of that thick, sticky hot semen in her belly. However that didn\u0026apos;t distract her from the fact that now she had to hold her breath for as long as she could, for she did not know quite when he would finish ejaculating, and that was the real game. Of course the longer it went on, the redder her face became, and the more wet her folds in turn became, even as they leaked out gooey mixed cum, the likes of which drooled out onto the leather bench below. At some point or another, her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her chest was compressing further and further as her lungs attempted to find air, but with no success.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:36:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737416,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to Eve. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Tavilrond. Stephanus Tavilrond.\u0026quot; he responded to Byrce, then went back to Eve. \u0026quot;So she probably isn\u0026apos;t going to just show up, eh?\u0026quot; he said, and followed Eve to where she pointed. Surely enough, he will use the couch - that\u0026apos;s the furniture where can do what men are the most comfortable with, spreading his legs. \u0026quot;So... Are we going to talk about Aetharis and his antics, or the barmaids, or...?\u0026quot; he asked, awkwardly searching for a common subject to discuss.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Perhaps we could continue yesterday\u0026apos;s conversation regarding those... I believe I still remember parts of that old story when I first came here.\u0026quot; he continued.",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:39:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737551,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira Though not a barmaid just yet (it was still currently being decided) she was still in her room, where is was nice and cold. Icicles hung from the ceiling and frost covered most of the furniture and snow covered the floor. It was blessedly cold and a sanctuary from the summer heat. However, such comfort had allowed her to sleep in well past mid morning and the cryomage could hear voices outside of her door as well as...other sounds. Her cheeks colored a little as she got dressed into a pair of light pants that tucked into her knee high boots and a light billowy blouse that would help her stay at least a little cool. When she finally stepped out of her room, the tendrils seemed to escape for a moment before being locked in once more when she closed the door behind her. She then made her way into the commons, a brush in one hand to tame her blond hair and a hair tie in the other to be used to pull the mane back into a bun once she was done with her grooming. \u0026quot;Good morning!\u0026quot; She chimed once she saw a few familiar faces.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:41:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737680,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis felt it and pulled out quickly leaving only enough for one more shot of his thick cum to ejaculate onto her face. Only shook his head and found to like her a little more. Still he leaned down and smiled. \u0026quot; Want more lovely rose, or are you done? \u0026quot; Tempting her into a answer before he would started to put a blind fold of the same leather straps over her eyes. Wanting to make her better feel than see what he will do with her from now on. Wanted the answer before preceding with more of the pleasures she wanted so much. \u0026quot; If you choose done I will make sure to do a few extra things before we finish up, after all it\u0026apos;s not done till I present the final piece. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:42:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737725,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith offers her room to Bryce so that none of them have to interrupt Aetharis from his current activities. The man accepts her offer and moves upstairs. \u0026quot;What antics?\u0026quot; Eve asks with a chuckle, though there\u0026apos;s undeniable pounding resonating from the hybrid\u0026apos;s room as they speak. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll be amazed if he,\u0026quot; speaking of Bryce, \u0026quot;manages to get a wink of sleep up there.\u0026quot; Gods, she hopes he\u0026apos;s not masturbating on her pillow. Dragging her mind from the strange image, she grins at Stephanus. \u0026quot;By all means, let\u0026apos;s continue with that. What details would you like to add?\u0026quot; With Bryce gone, her bare feet fall still, the anxiety passing.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EEira\u0026apos;s entry is granted a wave. \u0026quot;You just missed a man in desperate need of your services.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:45:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737958,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h heaved in a gasp of sweet, sweet air. Her lungs quickly decompressed and her chest began to properly heave inward and out until her breathing evened out. Whether or not her eyes properly returned to normal hadn\u0026apos;t mattered, because even before the blindfold had taken place over her eyes, she had already closed them. However, that one last sticky rope had her wanting to look at him again. Regardless, she was very much pleased with where things were going, going so far as to lap at her lips where she might find purchase with a bit of that salty semen. \u0026quot;I want more,\u0026quot; she breathed airily, coughing just a little from there. Her throat was a bit sore, so it wasn\u0026apos;t altogether too easy to speak. \u0026quot;Please give me more,\u0026quot; she continued, her helpless body writhing within its confines, as if to better accentuate just how badly she craved MORE of the depravity.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:46:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495737989,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond scratches his head for a moment. \u0026quot;Oh, right... as I mentioned, at the time, when I first arrived, there was that blond woman, whom Aetharis \u0026apos;broke\u0026apos;, made into a barmaid, albeit she was quite useless, as she never serviced anyone. She was just being grumpy all the time. I think I now remember her name... Nerida. I also remember the one she fell in love with and ran way with. I can\u0026apos;t remember his name, but he was some sort of rogue. A bandit-like figure...\u0026quot; then he had to scratch his head again...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Then there was some elf I was flirting with at the time... I think she used some kind of magic to break the slave collar. That\u0026apos;s right, in case you didn\u0026apos;t know, those barmaids who had to be broken violently to accept their role wear some sort of magically enchanted collar that cannot be taken off by conventional needs. In fact, if I recall correctly... should you try to violently cut it off, or take it off, it may even kill the wearer.\u0026quot; he explained more of the story.",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:50:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495738208,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira gave another yawn as she walked over to the pair and took a seat on the couch, combing the brush though her hair carefully. \u0026quot;Oh? I am sorry, I didn\u0026apos;t mean to sleep in today. I finally made my room comfortable and I guess I was too comfortable.\u0026quot; She offered an abashed smile to the blacksmith before looking to Stephanus curiously, wondering what he was talking about since she did come in mid conversation.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T20:57:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495738647,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith pulls her feet up onto the armchair and draws her knees to her chest. She listens to the added details of Stephanus\u0026apos; tale with a frown. \u0026quot;A slave collar, huh?\u0026quot; Her nostrils flare in some obscure gesture to hide her current emotions and keep her tone devoid of any hints. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s... possessive, but I shouldn\u0026apos;t expect anything less from our esteemed tavern owner.\u0026quot; The only way to better accent her words would be if the woman he was with was crying out or there were bumps on the wall from the bed shaking (little does she know it\u0026apos;s actually a table). \u0026quot;Death, are you sure?\u0026quot; Once she\u0026apos;s received an answer, she\u0026apos;ll quickly change the subject. It wouldn\u0026apos;t do to be blatantly slandering the fellow\u0026apos;s name in his own home. Especially in front of a future bar maid.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I understand,\u0026quot; she says to Eira, slowly giving her a look of mischief. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re worn out from having your butt beat yesterday in water tag.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:01:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495738886,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; very well then queen. \u0026quot; Speaking the words before he now flipped her once more and laid against the leather bench, this time he made sure to raise her rear. Drew back a hand and started letting her have it, both hands slapping her ass on both cheeks. Twenty or so times before he stopped, took a step back and raised her torso enough that he grabbed a whip. Making a crackling sound with it to watch her reaction on how it made her squirm if it did. This would only be the road to him giving her what she wants from him. And finally if she squirmed at the sound of the whip he brought out and made it crackle, she\u0026apos;d feel it against her back and ass, if not he would only give her a few whacks to see if she screams in pleasure.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:02:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495738970,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;At least, if I remember it correctly. I could be wrong... It all happened a long time ago. Wait a minute... Naerie is a barmaid too, and I don\u0026apos;t remember her wearing a slave collar. Guess those who take the job willingly are an exception. Maybe Nerida\u0026apos;s slave collar was defective, given how grumpy and useless she was, refusing to give even drinks to patrons. I have no idea why did Aetharis keep her around until she got freed.\u0026quot; then he looked over at Eira.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Oh, don\u0026apos;t mind us, we were just discussing the plight of a few women who became barmaids through extraordinary events...\u0026quot; deliberately revealing what they were talking about, probably much to Eve\u0026apos;s dismay.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Anyway, should we... help ourselves to some drinks, given how Aetharis is busy pounding some lady, and no barmaids seem to be available?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:06:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495739216,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h shivered perceptibly at being called a queen, or rather, just queen as if it were her name. Queen... That had a nice ring to it. She didn\u0026apos;t have much time to consider that however, as before too long she was already on her stomach... and the distinct sting of two hands cracking away at her backside in such a frequency that it was almost painful-- though the pleasure of it took over fully. Her cheeks were reddening, slowly but surely amassing further red marks as the pelting went on. Though after a while it came down to a point where he finally took out something that made her spine arch totally. The sound of a cracking whip cutting through the air elicited a hot moan from between her lips, her body squirming visibly. To play into the whole scene, she began to beg, \u0026quot;Oh no, please not that... It\u0026apos;ll be way too much! Don\u0026apos;t do it..\u0026quot; Her voice was hot and breathy, full of devious intent. She WANTED - no - NEEDED to feel that whip bite into her skin, send flames through her nerves, ignite every receptor in her body. She wanted to feel truly alive, not to mention beyond aroused.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:10:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495739415,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis whipped her more and more, letting her hear the cracking sound of the whip cutting through the air. Making contact with her flesh, pelting it much more than what his hands did. She played with his heart when speaking. Almost as if something much deeper was being brought out, this can be identified through the increment of the rough pelting done in, waited longer but stopped when it felt it was enough. Putting it away only to walk closer to her, letting her feel his cock waiting at her ass, slowly but roughly would plunge the thick cock into her ass while pulling on her hair once more. One hand holding clumps of hair while the other tightly pulled on the leather straps around her throat to block off her breathing. Impaling her from the back and felt her tight ass around his length even sure enough gave every inch of it inside of her with out warning.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:17:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495739851,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith startles at the next sound. The crack of a whip? \u0026quot;You sure you want to keep slandering him, Steph?\u0026quot; She asks with a wry grin. A part of her considers checking on the two, but the woman\u0026apos;s moan of pleasure stills the ginger from going near the door of doom. \u0026quot;Maybe Nerida was a good fuck. That seems like reason enough to keep someone around the tavern.\u0026quot; His mention of drinks gets a chuckle. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll take a cup of wine, please.\u0026quot; While she doesn\u0026apos;t expect the paladin to obediently get up, it would certainly be a welcome surprise. \u0026quot;I wonder if Mary got distracted trying to convince a cow and dog to bang.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:17:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495739857,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira laughed and nodded while lowering the shoulder of her blouse to show Eve the bright red flesh from being out in the sun too long yesterday. \u0026quot;I had so much fun that I didnt notice this until sometime in the middle of the night when I could hardly lay down without pain. But yes, you certainly did wear me out.\u0026quot; She replied with a giggle before hearing more about that maids. She did become a bit nervous about their fates. She was currently trying to decide if she wanted to be one herself but Aetharis was...rather convincing when he wanted to be. \u0026quot;If one of you showed me where the drinks are, I could try my hand at serving.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:20:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740006,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughed and winked. \u0026quot;I like to live dangerously. - and in spirit of that, he did in fact go behind the bar, get two bottles of wine, one for himself, one for Eve. No cups. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not like the elf\u0026apos;s gonna hear me telling stories of his grumpy former barmaid who ran away to God knows where with her rogue-bandit lover.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EToo bad he already served himself and Eve before Eira even made it an option to try out her serving. \u0026quot;Ah, sorry, too late...\u0026quot; he said and pointed towards where he got the drinks from. Then sat down.",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:21:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740079,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h was caught in a snare of absolute pleasure intermingled with pain as that whip cracked across her skin over, and over again, leaving angry red marks all along. She could do little more than to simply bask in the extreme pleasure while it rained down upon her, though she knew it would eventually have to come to an end. It was at that moment that she couldn\u0026apos;t feel nor hear the whip cracking any longer-- perhaps she jinxed herself? Her velvety folds were drooling with a distinctly aromatic mixture that pattered against the ground like a pair of tiny feet, the dripping being so frequent due to her high levels of ecstasy. It was also due in part to this that, at the very moment it came into contact, her anus dilated enough to allow the swift, clean entry of that thrusting, forcing dick entering her sensitive passage. This caused her to shriek in an undiluted vocalization of a burning pain that ran the length of her pucker in a circle, her body ultra-sensitive by this point due to the continued orgasms that took place even throughout the whipping. However just as soon as the pain began to wrack her body, the pleasure of having a hot dick buried in her ass began to overtake everything else... except for the fact that breathing was once more getting harder, her lips clasping together briefly before tearing apart once more to gasp for air. She might have bruises around her throat by the end of this!\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:24:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740283,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is a bit more polite than Stephanus. She grasps the neck of the bottle, pleasantly surprised at the delivery. \u0026quot;Well thanks, fake-lover,\u0026quot; she gives him a playful salute. Her hand pats at the arm of her single chair. \u0026quot;You can sit here and we\u0026apos;ll share. My treat for giving you sunburn.\u0026quot; Eve offers, holding the wine out as a peace offering to Eira.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;That explains your Mary marriage.\u0026quot; Any man that\u0026apos;d even consider her as a wife is danger-hungry. \u0026quot;Probably not. I\u0026apos;m certainly not inclined to tell him.\u0026quot; Suddenly, she remembers something. \u0026quot;Hey, Stephanus, got any excuses I can use? A few nights ago an elf, Kelek, came to my room and tried to seduce me. No matter what vibe I give off, he\u0026apos;s not budging. Mind if I tell I\u0026apos;m that I only have eyes for you or something like that? Or would Mary like that too much?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:26:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740396,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis grinned at this all, slamming the cock into her anus each and every time, driving it deep, leaving nothing but the sound of their bodies connecting. Pulled slightly harder against her hair, giving more of a tighter hold on her throat. Releasing it to allow her air for brief moments then blocked air flow once more. Looking over the female\u0026apos;s body once more, and decided once he released inside her ass and pulled out then he would give her something else as a final moment. Already planned a head of time. More so than she thought about, what might help her out is the fact she felt something grow around the crown on his cock, barbs grew to help please her more. Each one pressing against her hot walls, leaving no space, pushing back against her. It wasn\u0026apos;t going to belong before she felt the thick hot cum flooding her inside\u0026apos;s once more.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:30:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740640,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was already busy drinking his portion of the wine when Eve suggested something outrageous. So he stopped immatiately, and just said: \u0026quot;What?!\u0026quot; in a rather ambigious tone - a tone that could pass for either someone about to roll on the floor laughing, or someone who is utterly shocked. Or both at the same time.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sure, tell him that... I just hope Mary won\u0026apos;t hear about it, or else she\u0026apos;ll keep pushing me to you even harder than before.\u0026quot; he joked. \u0026quot;Or, you could just get someone, such as me to teach him a lesson... That could work as well, wouldn\u0026apos;t it?\u0026quot; he said, at this point ignoring Eira and having completely switched subjects from the barmaids. She will have to ask him explicitly to tell that story of his about the barmaid and the collar, if she wants to hear it.",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:31:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740662,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira finished brushing her long hair and pulled it back into a tight bun before taking the offered bottle of wine and sipping from with a smile and a murmured thank you. However, her curiosity got the best of her as she looked to Stephanus. \u0026quot;It might not be any of my business but... Why does your wife insist on you bedding other women so desperately? I know many women who would rather see her own husband dead than have him be unfaithful.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:34:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495740873,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h tilted her head back at last in response to all of the hair-tugging, her throat being even more sensitive to the constraining grasp of the leather strap which closed so tightly over her throat. At last she was able to get a few quick breaths, especially in the moment when his cock began to thrust so much harder into her backside. She could not moan however, nor scream at the sheer amount of pleasure and pain mixed up throughout her body. Beyond that she could feel the suddenness of a change upon his dick, the absence of a simple, smooth head making way for one with barbs that grated at her rectal walls in such a way that it made it feel as if he could only go deeper, not really pull himself out. That, of course, was fine with her because she didn\u0026apos;t want him to come out until he blew his load as deep inside of her ass as he possibly could. Her backside was, at this point, aiding in that as well due to the barbs, gradually pulling and tugging on it to the furthest point that it could as if to jerk him off while he thrust into her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:36:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741006,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith enjoys seeing the shock on others, so she makes sure to watch and drink in every bit of Stephanus\u0026apos; reaction. \u0026quot;If you want to fill the big brother role and beat up anyone that solicits me, be my guest. It\u0026apos;d save you a few split knuckles to let me use you as an excuse, though.\u0026quot; Depending on how much pent up rage he has, she\u0026apos;ll roll with the paladin\u0026apos;s choice. Though she\u0026apos;d be red in the face if she shared wine with a man, Eve willingly scoots over on the armchair, giving Eira enough space to wedge herself in and sit. Hell, Eve wouldn\u0026apos;t care if Eira sat on the huntress\u0026apos;s lap. Men mean sex. Women means sisterhood.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Some women like being whipped,\u0026quot; a thump gestures to the door, \u0026quot;maybe the jealousy makes for hot sex.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:37:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741075,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugged at Eira\u0026apos;s question. \u0026quot;Beats me... maybe it\u0026apos;s a fetish of her. I have heard of men who like to watch their wife get pounded by bigger, stronger men. I suppose women like that exist too. Still, I only have eyes for her.\u0026quot; he said. then to Eve. \u0026quot;Fine by me. Just tell me when to do what, when to talk to whom, when to beat up whom, or anything like that, and I\u0026apos;ll roll with it. It\u0026apos;s as simple as that.\u0026quot; He stated. He had little else to say.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Some men like being whipped too. Not me though. I\u0026apos;m one of those plain men who only like what normal people like.\u0026quot; trying to accentuate how vanilla he is.",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:42:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741333,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira chuckled as she made herself comfortable next to Eve and pondered Stephanus. To be honest, she wasnt too far from his tastes since...well... she didnt really know her own tastes as of currently. And judging by the way she flinched each time she heard the whip crack, she wasnt so sure about the activities taking place above. \u0026quot;Hm... I suppose everyone has their own tastes. My condolences if you are at odds with your wife on that. I hope the both of you find some sort of common ground.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:48:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741681,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii walked into the room with a barbed whip, filled with joy at what she was going to do to Stephanus this day! Conveniently, that\u0026apos;s also when she heard that he wasn\u0026apos;t into it. Poor Mary returned to her room, tossed the whip in there and then came back. \u0026quot;The truth is that I can only cum if I wrestle my husband off of a much stronger woman and take him away from her. I don\u0026apos;t know how I\u0026apos;ve gained this incredibly specific fetish.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:48:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741703,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis working her anus over more and more, getting closer to his climax thanks to it. She was finally allowed to breath while he finished up his ravaging of her. Wasn\u0026apos;t till he pulled her against him and bite roughly down on her neck while reaching around. Grabbing both breasts tightly, his finger nails lightly breaking the skin a bit while the male started to get a little primal with the females body. Couple of minutes later large thread of cum started to fill her ass up, it was just pouring out. Leaving no moment to spare, load after load, barbs slowly diminish while he pulls out of her anus and smile pulling the blind fold off. From this point he adjusted her to be on her back but lifted her waist up so she could watch the last stage of him giving her all of his cock into her pussy once more. Even allowed her to watch the shaft change before her. Those barb\u0026apos;s regrew only to be followed by small beads along the shaft, sending off vibrations, a knot formed near the base while middle of it twisted flesh. Giving her now reaction to think on it, he impaled her once more sending the altered cock deep into her depth\u0026apos;s once more, letting her feel the barbs rushing down into her while the vibrations from bumps worked it\u0026apos;s part, what might have taken her by surprise is only the front half of his cock rotated inside of her, twisting with motion of his thrust\u0026apos;s.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T21:49:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741770,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith ]\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-05-25T21:50:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495741826,                "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026apos;s attention immediately turns to Mary. And he puts down the wine, and immediately starts walking towards Mary at an accelerating rate, only to glomp her as soon as he can... unless she teleports away or something, then he just glomps the air, which equates to falling onto the ground and hitting his head.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EBut if she, for some reason, accepts the glomp... then he just ignores her talk of fetishes and starts to rub her head like that of a pet, and kiss her cheek, and such affectionate gestures. It\u0026apos;s like he hasn\u0026apos;t heard her at all. But if she just let him fall to the ground, no such things.", "date": "2017-05-25T21:53:04.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495741984, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii winks at Eve: \u0026quot;I just know. Somehow. So, as long as I\u0026apos;m here, I\u0026apos;ll have to find a stronger woman than myself!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd then Mary was savagely attacked by her husband. She wasn\u0026apos;t going anywhere, and also didn\u0026apos;t know any magic to avoid these types of situations... which was fine, because she reached into her dress pockets and pulled out a wand.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThis sort of thing was something she could get used to: being pet and given affection. She\u0026apos;d smooch Stephanus on the cheek in return, and give him a back rub as they mingled with eachother.", "date": "2017-05-25T22:00:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495742444, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "W i t c h was beginning to lose herself in the intense, electric feelings sparking all throughout her body-- from her butt to her neck to her breasts, everything was alit with burning pleasure and the most that she could do beyond that moment in time was simply enjoy it. Her mouth was agape, drooling. Her pussy was soaking wet. Every tiny hair on her body was standing on end, and the hair upon her head was quickly fraying under that rough grasp. Everything about her was changing for the moment to most accurately fit the situation. And then it hit: the incredibly distinct searing hot warmth of the man\u0026apos;s seed blasting her insides and painting the innermost walls pure white. The feeling alone was enough to drive a woman mad, but then! It didn\u0026apos;t end there, no. For she was once more turned about, her eyes given to the low light of the room once more and there she could see his prick changing and transforming, which thanks to the absence of a leather choker around her neck, allowed her to gasp simply at the sight of such a fantastic thing. He truly WAS more powerful than she\u0026apos;d given him credit for. But she hadn\u0026apos;t yet really seen the effects, though when she did, she would never likely be able to go back. \u0026quot;My, my...\u0026quot; she breathed in a raspy shadow of her normal tone, her eyes squinting through the light whilst widening in the slightest. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, but it only became so much more REAL when she felt it force up inside of her extremely wet cunt. The sorts of feelings it brought with it were unparalleled. It was like having the best vibrating dildo that money could buy, on top of it being extremely warm, incredibly rigid, covered in slick fluids, AND with the ability to potentially stretch her out so much more with that huge knot right at the base. She could only imagine how that would feel, but for the time she was focused on the bizarre yet utterly welcome feelings of beads stirring up her sensitive innermost nethers.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:03:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495742632,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith listens to Mary\u0026apos;s response, curious as always what crazy thing will come out of her mouth next. \u0026quot;Oh yeah?\u0026quot; Both brows raised and a grin of challenge on her face, Eve peels herself off the armchair she shares with Eira and kneels down at the coffee table. Her elbow drops down with a dramatic thump. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s see if you can beat me in an arm wrestle.\u0026quot; The ginger is significantly stronger than she looks. Being a smith, she has to be!\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:07:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495742871,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is not content with just smooching Mary\u0026apos;s cheeks, or being smooched by her on the cheeks - he\u0026apos;d go for a full kiss, smooching her lips. But not just her lips, but even more - he\u0026apos;d have his tongue penetrate her mouth, to lick her tongue and greedily suck on her tongue... if she doesn\u0026apos;t pull away or do anything harsh against it, that is. Then, even after the kiss would be broken, depending on whether he has the option to or not, he\u0026apos;d just go for Mary\u0026apos;s neck next. \u0026quot;I love you.\u0026quot; he\u0026apos;d say to Mary, after kissing her, then he\u0026apos;d take her hand and lead her towards the counter. \u0026quot;I suppose we should have a drink now, not?\u0026quot; he would ask from his wife.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAll it takes for his wife to grab all of his attention is to just appear, then everything he talked about with everyone else - gone. Full attention on his wife. All the subjects he talked about with Eve and her friend Eira - gone. Eyes on Mary and Mary only. Probably the exact opposite of what Mary wants.",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:10:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495743017,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis being rough as he could get in this position for her, locked his eye\u0026apos;s with hears even if she didn\u0026apos;t do it back. Just enjoyed his time giving her something else to think about while the knot slowly started to swell. Giving it more of his rough thrusting to her body. Removing the bindings from her body so allow her movement. Really curious to see what she is going to do now, much to what he knew this might not be the brightest idea he would finish with. Never knew what she might do after that, heck there is more to it than that. Idea\u0026apos;s came to his head and reached down grabbing her breasts once more. Ravaging her pussy and the depth\u0026apos;s making sure that she is left with pleasure from his strange cock, repeatedly slammed into her harder each time. Ignoring his own bodies limits, needing to release one more time inside of her. And it was coming closer and closer, just from the knot swelling more and more each time, even forced it to pass her velvety folds.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:14:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495743257,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii, indeed, felt too obsessed over. Mary was even alright with the lip-kiss, as their relationship had moved forward. She felt more comfortable around him; but when her mouth started to get invaded? She had to do something. So, promptly, she\u0026apos;d take that wand she had pulled out of her pocket and blast him twice with it, in the back.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENow, she was free to do what she liked, unmolested... which, now that she thought about it, she kind of enjoyed the earlier levels of molestation. \u0026quot;Oh, Eve. You want an... arm wrestling competition. Okay.\u0026quot; A sickening smile crossed her face, as she waggled the wand and blasted more magic at Eve! \u0026quot;You didn\u0026apos;t say I had to use my aaaarm!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThankfully, this wasn\u0026apos;t some lethal spell or magic, no. It was a gag from the local cities; when hit with the magic of this wand, one feels the urge to cum.",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:17:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495743443,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h was thoroughly enjoying the amount of sheer power that was being put behind each thrust, let alone the pleasure that every extra second brought to her. Though it was when those bindings were released that she was finally able to put to good use the pent up physical release that she so desperately needed to get out - while he began to grope at her breasts, even going so far as to force that knot past her folds (which left small trails of blood in its wake), she immediately threw her arms around his torso. Not to hold on or to help her remain stable, but instead to show her own kind of affection. Similarly to a cat on a scratching post, her fingernails began to claw in a berserk flurry of flesh-tearing repetitions. She could feel the warmth of the man\u0026apos;s blood pooling underneath her nails, but every gash was nothing more than a superficial mar in his otherwise stone-hard flesh. If he was going to treat her so roughly, it was only right that she does the same. All the while her legs are trembling with the sheer force of his will, her body visibly ready to give out by this point... and that was because she\u0026apos;d finally cum again herself, coating his strangely shaped member in thick swathes of her juices. By now she was nearly dehydrated if only because of the amount of liquids she\u0026apos;d expelled from below.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:20:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495743602,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith just witnessed a wife abuse her husband. \u0026quot;Do you have a spell on him?\u0026quot; She can\u0026apos;t help but ask, noticing how Stephanus\u0026apos; entire being changes whenever his beloved Mary walks into the room. Thankfully, instincts kick in and she quickly ducks down under the table as soon as Mary points a wand at her, glad to miss the uncomfortable and rapey urges that came with them. Not knowing what she missed, the ginger furrows her brow and pokes her head up. \u0026quot;Alright, no arm wrestling,\u0026quot; she assures the woman, chuckling. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not nice to point weapons at people.\u0026quot; Though she tries her best to sound as playful and nonchalant as ever, Eve\u0026apos;s hands are curled up in fists, her eyes watch the other more firmly than before, expecting another \u0026apos;attack\u0026apos;.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:26:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495743987,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis felt her nails against his back along with blood, winced a little at it. Only stopped moment\u0026apos;s later when he pushed the strange cock into her depths once more. With the knot entering one final time, she\u0026apos;d feel it swell up and lock them together while it begins to pump threads of white hot cum all over. Coating her insides violently, even more came out of the cock, this time it was thicker too. \u0026quot; Oh well look at you, feeling better, and it was nice to meet you Camille. \u0026quot; No longer talking as the male wait\u0026apos;s for the swelling to relieve it\u0026apos;s self of all the thick cum for her. Pulled both hands away from her breasts, letting her rest while making conversation or trying to. Not even knowing what she might be thinking, \u0026quot; I believe if you like more, I am found around here. \u0026quot; Maybe he would go rest in his bed much after this. With her lust and his finally sated after a long time. He might not even do anything or think of it for a while. Knowing his own body it might be too good to be true.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:28:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495744103,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is blasted away from his beloved wife onto the floor. \u0026quot;Curses! This always happens!\u0026quot; he says angrily as he hits the floor, taking a lesser amount of damage than he should have. Then he stands up and walks back to Mary.... or rather, behind her, deliberately interrupting what conversation might go on between Mary and Eve. \u0026quot;Whad\u0026apos;ya do that for?\u0026quot; he asked, assuming a shocked, disturbed tone, like someone who is disgusted with something. Indignant even.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Maybe you were right. Maybe I should try to whip her.\u0026quot; he said to Eve, although he wasn\u0026apos;t sure he she even suggested that to him to begin with. But whatever. No time to turn back now, even if it will make him look stupid.",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:31:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495744265,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h eventually ceased her clawing, particularly around the time when that knot entered her tight folds and fully forced them apart, leaving her with rope after rope of that delicious seed. She couldn\u0026apos;t help but wonder at just how virile the stuff was, and what would happen if she disabled her \u0026apos;fertility switch\u0026apos; to let it all take place. Alas, she wouldn\u0026apos;t risk it due to the sheer power of his magic, let alone what his body may be able to produce. Everything seemed to be coming to a close by this point, and so she gradually ran her hands down his back. \u0026quot;Much better, thank you, Aetharis,\u0026quot; she cooed politely in response, her body slowly healing up all of the red marks and bruises, except for that one particular spot around her neck where a distinct purple outline wrapped around from her throat to the back, including along the sides. It was similar to that of a collar, but rather a pleasant remnant of one of her favorite aspects of their time together. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll certainly seek you out again, as it was truly a pleasure meeting you as well. Thank you for all of your accommodations,\u0026quot; she breathed at last, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment while they finished off that seemingly endless release that took place from what she imagined to be the depths of his balls.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:33:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495744428,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was shocked at how ready Eve was. \u0026quot;You should, uh, have known better! I win all contests. Forever. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E Also yes, I think he has some sort of ancient curse or something. I\u0026apos;ll have to look into that.\u0026quot; \u003C/span\u003E Mary had yet to put the wand away, yet, as in her mind it didn\u0026apos;t fully process that wands were typically used to kill people...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What?\u0026quot; When she turned around to witness Stephanus, she was befuddled. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re supposed to be a weird mess on the floor, laying there, making odd noises and creaming yourself!\u0026quot; She inspected the wand, but couldn\u0026apos;t figure out what this was about. \u0026quot;Why didn\u0026apos;t you cum?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:36:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495744571,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith closes her eyes for several long moments and takes a few steadying breaths while Mary addresses Stephanus. The false attack had entirely set her off her game. \u0026quot;See you later,\u0026quot; is offered to the happy couple. Without a word beyond that, she pushes herself sharply off the ground and strides out of the tavern, slamming the door behind her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003ESomeone woke up the dragon.\u003C/span\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:41:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495744863,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; I will be glad to please you once more, but never know what will happen. Will be honest as much as you are beautiful. And part of my nature, I wonder what would happen something like new life started growing. \u0026quot; Finished talking enough to allow her time to relax and recover her energy. He however started to feel relieved once it started to loosen up. Clearly something else might have taken place, seeing as the male was draining it all into her. Maybe for a while he held back, just how much did he have for power or magic, even so he didn\u0026apos;t pursue anything else other than when ever the knot fully deflated. Allowing him to pull out and revert it back to normal. Even would help her dress her, least he could do for her. Giving her a small smile and even a last kiss on her lips. \u0026quot; Well I think I may lay down for a while, feeling a little drained. \u0026quot; Written all over his face and body, making his way over to the door and waited, dressed his self, \u0026quot; I can let you rest before joining every one? \u0026quot; If so he left her alone in the room. Walked past every one up the stair\u0026apos;s and down the hall to the main room which he opened and closed behind him. Moved to his large bed and flopped into it, passing out quickly, leaving nothing but seemingly dead to the world.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:42:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495744939,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond scratches his own head innocently, like a child. \u0026quot;Oh, did I? I was too busy feeling pain and agony being blasted towards the floor with full force, then angry over your... act of shirking your duties as a wife. I didn\u0026apos;t know if I had any cream between my legs.\u0026quot; he responded to her. He doesn\u0026apos;t even notice that Eve was leaving.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Maybe I need to be more forceful with you next time.\u0026quot; he grumbled to Mary, pouting. \u0026quot;After all... we are married. Nothing should be too intimate for us.\u0026quot; still pouting.",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:44:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495745046,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h allowed his words to echo within her ears, though by this point she\u0026apos;d said nothing at all. She wasn\u0026apos;t exactly sure what she wanted to say, or how to say it. That being the case she felt it was best to let what had already been said ruminate for a while. Hopefully he\u0026apos;d learned that even something as lowly as a witch could take him down a bit, what with having clearly exhausted him. Maybe now he would reconsider trying to tangle with the gods he didn\u0026apos;t yet know of, the ones that were still stronger than what he would one day come to be. For a long while she laid there, thinking about these things while her body slowly absorbed the majority of his semen, her clothing hiding the still-healing red marks that littered her body. Before too long, she sat up and exited the red room, making her way into the main body of the tavern. Once there, she promptly sat down in the same chair she occupied before, lifted the goblet that still sat there, and began to drink deeply from it to try and soothe her throat.\n",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:46:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495745169,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii slowly started to convert from her ordinary joy of existence to discomfort. Discomfort, with a hint of fear. \u0026quot;Of course there\u0026apos;s things that are too intimate for us.\u0026quot; She had indeed shirked her wifely duties; if only because she never had a boyfriend, much less a husband.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe didn\u0026apos;t feel safe being too close to him, because she couldn\u0026apos;t give him what he needed; there was more to her reasoning of wanting him to find other women - lack of confidence. Thus, she\u0026apos;d quickly shuffle off behind the bar and get herself a drink, to help that growing fear of her own husband.",               "date": "2017-05-25T22:59:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495745992,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond pouted. \u0026quot;No there aren\u0026apos;t\u0026quot;. He grumbled, pouting, almost like some girl rather than the man he was. Then he just sat down at the table to finish his wine that he didn\u0026apos;t even completely drink yet. Only after finishing his drink would he walk towards the bar to talk to his wife.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;My love... we... we need to... talk about it...\u0026quot; he sighed. \u0026quot;I love you, and I want to make you happy, but.... I have needs too. And I don\u0026apos;t want to turn to others to fufill them, contrary to your constant suggestions... I only have eyes for you.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T23:03:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495746234,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii makes sure to stay safely behind the bar, with enough distance so that she could run if she had to. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t. I just can\u0026apos;t, okay?\u0026quot; Mary was shivering, as her fear had only increased with confrontation: \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t have the skills and I\u0026apos;m not comfortable enough to do things like that. With anyone.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESurveying the room quickly, she\u0026apos;d look towards the witch. Her instinct was to suggest Stephanus go for her, but he wouldn\u0026apos;t. She knew that. \u0026quot;I just can\u0026apos;t, and I know I can\u0026apos;t fix it. So... do what you have to.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-25T23:14:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495746846,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond can only sigh. \u0026quot;I have no skills either... But you can\u0026apos;t be uncomfortable doing those things with your husband... We are married. It is the duty of a wife and a husband to do those things to each other when the other one wants it... \u0026quot; he tried to explain. \u0026quot;Am I having unreasonable demands when I kiss you?\u0026quot; he asked.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Is it that discomforting...?\u0026quot; he asked, looking down, part of him thinking he made a big mistake. \u0026quot;I guess I\u0026apos;ll just order another round...\u0026quot; he said, still looking down, now with a tone of voice that sounded somewhat... depressed. Order another round? He meant wine. But in case Mary, the person standing behind the bar didn\u0026apos;t get it, he\u0026apos;d just look up at her, glare and say \u0026quot;Give me some wine. Now.\u0026quot; with a much harsher voice.\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe\u0026apos;s gonna drown his sorrows.",               "date": "2017-05-25T23:21:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495747261,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii somehow had never felt more guilty before in her entire life. Swiftly, she\u0026apos;d grab at the different containers and set them before Stephanus: A few entire bottles of wine, and a few half-empty bottles of hard liquor. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m... I\u0026apos;m so sorry. I just can\u0026apos;t go from having zero affection to something like this.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETears started to rush out of her eyes, as she was powerless to stop crying. She dashed off to her room, bolting the door shut as she whined - soon after, things would go quiet, as Mary had learned to suffer quietly by shoving her face into a pillow.",               "date": "2017-05-25T23:32:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495747968,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond wanted to stop Mary so bad, and comfort her upon the sight of her tears... but before he even had the time to say \u0026apos;Wait, don\u0026apos;t go!\u0026apos; or \u0026apos;D-don\u0026apos;t cry, my love!\u0026apos;, she was already off. He was powerless to stop his beloved and cherished wife from crying, feeling guilty and running off. And it was all his fault. He made her feel guilty. He made her cry. Which in turn made HIM feel guilty and feel terrible. Yet, as a man who has seen terrible things before in his life... he couldn\u0026apos;t get himself to cry.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he just went behind the counter, grabbed a bottle of wine, and sighed. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re my only true friend now...\u0026quot; - he said to the bottle of wine, then opened it and began drinking, while walking out of the tavern slowly, and with a sad expression.",               "date": "2017-05-25T23:37:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495748226,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 11:31:45"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is at the part of the tavern where the entrance to most books are, waiting for his opportunity to apologize to Mary for yesterday. In other words, waiting for her to come out of her room, if she was in it to begin with. If she makes her appearence anyhow, he will immediately \u0026apos;attack\u0026apos; her by running towards her just to hug her tightly, and apologize for yesterday immediately.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m so sorry for yesterday... I was selfish. I shirked my duties as a husband. It is my duty to always do my best at putting a smile on your beautiful face. I failed.\u0026quot; - that is what he will say to her, as soon as he gets the opportunity to hug her, or even just talk to her from a distance she considers safe.",               "date": "2017-05-26T09:14:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495782888,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was, in fact, still in her room. She remained cooped in there, kept company by the overwhelming feeling of failure. When she finally gathered the courage - nay, let\u0026apos;s be honest - when she finally thirsted for booze enough, she slowly creaked open the door and made her appearance, only to be immediately attacked.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary was in bad condition. Her cheeks and nose were red from crying too much, and her hair wasn\u0026apos;t properly maintained. She didn\u0026apos;t have the willpower to take proper care of herself - but now that she\u0026apos;s appeared, she does have the willpower to run away from him, and even climb up onto some booth-seats to give her the high ground.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I will never be a good wife, and I will never be able to give you what you need... this is just how I am. I\u0026apos;m a bad person.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T09:38:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495784283,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Ayumi Masami managed her way back in after being dragged away by her travel partner earlier in the day, who decided to do nothing more than sit on the cart she complained about so much for hours on end, but after such a thing. Ayumi even noticed just how horrid remaining on that little wooden object was, and the two had been riding it for weeks, too many for her to recollect. Those scarlet orbs observed the environment once more, Zero seemed to have passed out and not wanting to wake her, she stopped by the building that she was at first, forced to even enter. Stepping across the stone floor and taking an empty seat, searching for nothing more than a spot of relaxation.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T09:41:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495784517,                "user": "Ayumi Masami"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t say that... You are a good person... You just need maybe a bit more confidence... a-and somehow get comfortable with intimacy...\u0026quot; he muttered to Mary. And by that he meant that she doesn\u0026apos;t even have to actively do anything - just take it when he is trying to kiss her more passionately than before, just play along. Except he had the decency not to say it that way, but instead just merely imply that that is what he meant.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You are not a bad person... In fact, you have already proven so much just by tolerating me, instead of telling me to get lost, like what most people would do.\u0026quot; he said to Mary. \u0026quot;So please... come here...\u0026quot; he said, waiting for her to do so. He was not expecting her to comply with his request, so would just stand still... but in the highly unlikely scenario that she would, he would simply hug her lightly, and start rubbing her head. As usual.",               "date": "2017-05-26T09:45:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495784711,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Zero Majo hadn\u0026apos;t spared much time after realizing that her Kitsune buddy had left the little cart. Perhaps her plan worked, forcing that girl onto the damned thing for so long even she grew tired of, hoping that at this point dragging her in forcefully anywhere that doesn\u0026apos;t directly relate to candy. The small girl lifted off the cart, dressed in her same usual attire and proceeded to the one building she could very well assume Ayumi had disappeared off to, happen she wasn\u0026apos;t it was unlikely for the witch to do much searching.Waltzing on into to the tavern, her lavender spheres locking instantly the moment she caught sight of Ayumi, calling out in quite the voice \u0026quot; Ah! There you are! Why ever would you leave our precious cart!?\u0026quot; Her voice gave the classic tone of sarcasm and the smug grin that she knew the Fox despised oh so much was now resting upon the girl\u0026apos;s face.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T09:47:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495784866,                "user": "Zero Majo"            },            {                "content": "Ayumi Masami noticed sight of Zero standing out and the rather... Loud voice of hers, Ayumi had not much she could do but side and let her head crash down into her arms on the table. Mumbling words under her breath that Zero, not even with her magic would hear and that\u0026apos;s quite the lucky thing. After a moment passing she brought her gaze back off to the snow-haired \u0026apos;demon,\u0026apos; or so she called her even if Zero was just a witch. \u0026quot; Well, you\u0026apos;re the one always saying I need to get off of it more, perhaps I\u0026apos;m taking your advice.\u0026quot; Grumbling after her little statement, knowing well enough that the witch would respond with something annoying or snarky; just about ready to throw a damn bottle overhead of her, but it would be pointless. She\u0026apos;d have her ass handed to her, in particular against Zero, so Ayumi had no choice but to let the words come out and take them as a human shield. Not being the best with insults as it was, the Fox took this time to think of her own ammunition to return fire back. Happened her ears get involved, she might just actually stab the damn woman...\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T09:53:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495785206,                "user": "Ayumi Masami"            },            {                "content": "Zero Majo happened to actually have little to say back to the Fox, only making way over to her friend before giving a firm nod, resting in a seat just beside her and extending an arm out. Her palm gently resting on the shoulder of the Fox, giving off a faint yet warming smile to Ayumi, quite the strange reaction for Zero. Though, this was not without reason, speaking in a much softer voice than she had upon entry, \u0026quot; Ayumi, my dear friend. It\u0026apos;s rather pleasing to see you off of the cart, too much time might turn you into a cart yourself!\u0026quot; The reaction was undoubtedly unusual, but Zero still had the \u0026apos;joking\u0026apos; phrase that the Fox had given her. The words still bouncing in her heads, \u0026apos;You really piss me off at times\u0026apos; and with that not being the only time, one even catching the word of hate in replace of piss... It was an uneasy feeling knowing that there are chances your best friend, no. Not even that word could describe the feelings that Zero had felt for Ayumi. They were a bond stronger than titanium, more powerful than anything you could imagine but yet- She couldn\u0026apos;t shake what was played off as a joke.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:04:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495785842,                "user": "Zero Majo"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii listened to his words, as she became incredibly distracted by Ayumi and Zero. Stephanus may know that look - the look of suggestion. This was typically the time when she\u0026apos;d spout off how he should frolic and fuck those girls... but, she had learned to have a little courtesy.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary climbed off the booth and brought herself forward to him, taking in the pettings. As she was pet, she felt... tense. Tense all over. Even the tiny furs that were on her cat and fox ear stood up on end. \u0026quot;I do like you,\u0026quot; she\u0026apos;d squeak out...\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But, please, this could take a very long time. I don\u0026apos;t ever want to feel this way again; feeling awful about not... not being a different person. I don\u0026apos;t think I could handle it.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:04:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495785850,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just kept on petting Mary. \u0026quot;I love you...\u0026quot; he replied to her \u0026apos;I like you\u0026apos; stencen... and to the other one... \u0026quot;I will try my best to wait... but even... I will have to make you get used to the idea of being intimate with your husband, even if slowly, gradually and step by step...\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe didn\u0026apos;t even notice the other girls. He is aware of their existence and presence, but paid them no attention, being focused only on his wife. \u0026quot;I will try my best to take it slowly...\u0026quot; he promised and kissed Mary\u0026apos;s cheek, still rubbing her head. \u0026quot;And I will try my best not to make you feel like yesterday. As your husband, it is my duty to bring a smile on your beautiful face. If I make you cry, I am a failure.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:07:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495786078,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Ayumi Masami sighed heftily, expecting some form of trap to spring our or perhaps a pie right into her damn face. Last time Zero acted in such a way, she had something more than just smug words to give, so hell if the Kitsune could tell the difference between real or fake feelings. With silence growing between them, she cleared up her throat to offer a few words back to her, still skeptical of what was just told to her, ahem... \u0026quot; Well, I was just doing as you said. God knows well enough had I not, you\u0026apos;d have injured me one way or another to do it\u0026quot; the thought coming back to her mind and instantly, she felt upon the sensitive tufts... Damn that witch, tugging her by the most sensitive spot! \u0026quot; Though, explain where you\u0026apos;ve learned to joke in such a way? Had I done something you suggested I\u0026apos;d usually get the \u0026apos;I was right\u0026apos; speech, still waiting to hear it.\u0026quot; The Fox still taking Zero\u0026apos;s emotions as nothing more than a little ploy, happened she was wrong, it could turn sour for the both of them.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:11:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495786268,                "user": "Ayumi Masami"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii broke away from his embrace, as she rushed to the bar, as if this were an emergency, and started drinking scotch straight from the bottle... promptly afterwards, she\u0026apos;d start trying to drown herself with water. Straight scotch can be very harsh. After feeling pleasantly imbibed, she\u0026apos;d express the thoughts on her mind:\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;We\u0026apos;ve been married for four days, and I\u0026apos;m scared of... of this web of conditions growing.\u0026quot; She spoke factually, as she started to loosen up: \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re going to feel awful if I cry... well, I\u0026apos;m just not going to cry anymore then. At least not while you\u0026apos;re looking.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe couldn\u0026apos;t keep those other words on her mind inside her mouth: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d think that my real husband would be completely into raping these two girls... I would want the mage-looking one. She\u0026apos;s probably got some fight in her.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:14:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495786481,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Zero Majo glared evilly at the Fox, what did she take her for, a monster? Sure, Zero was a witch, but it was if Ayumi wanted to string her up on a tree too now! These were nothing more than the thoughts of Zero, the realization that perhaps those two jokes from before were more than what they appeared to be. Zero was always difficult with handling her emotions, little to do but stand up and point a finger just inches out from the Fox \u0026quot;Wh-What does that mean!? I can\u0026apos;t joke with a friend!?\u0026quot; She felt insulted by that last line, trying to show some love and humor with her travel buddy, but to no avail, it appeared as the only words offered back were those of, in Zero\u0026apos;s mind, hate. For someone with the lack of tender emotions, or the showing of them it was what she feared. Zero never offered Ayumi such feelings, because she didn\u0026apos;t want to be looked down upon as weak but now, that\u0026apos;s all she was. Standing there, fighting back the tears in her eyes at the mere thought of losing the Fox due to her own fault.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:17:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495786634,                "user": "Zero Majo"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond felt very tempted to sigh as she left his embrace, but held it in. \u0026quot;That is even worse. If you cry, at least I know that something is amiss, and will do my best to help... So please... do not be afraid to express your feelings to me. We are man and wife now. We should be honest with each other.\u0026quot; he responded to that.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Rape? I\u0026apos;m no rapist... and to be fair... Neither of them look like my type.\u0026quot; he responded to that. A flat-chested wizard and a cat-person with a lisp, both of them looking very-very young. \u0026quot;Hate to disappoint you again.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;Besides, those two seem to be rather busy with each other... Why don\u0026apos;t YOU try to use the same wand on them as the one you used on me yesterday?\u0026quot; he asked.",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:22:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495786922,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Ayumi Masami shook her head, motioning to the seat that the witch has jolted up from, with zero never showing such feelings even at points where one would normally ball their eyes out, it was highly doubtable she was feeling something now. \u0026quot; Cut the show please, just take your seat\u0026quot; Speaking with her lisp, with not many people around she saw no reason to hide it especially if it couldn\u0026apos;t be heard from too far away. Her tail swished slightly, anticipating Zero\u0026apos;s attack to come out any moment much she had the last time the girl got \u0026apos;sad.\u0026apos; It was known well enough to Ayumi that happened she fallen for the tricks, there was nothing but trouble, so she waved it off and watched around the tavern for a moment. Returning gaze back to Zero, \u0026quot; I get a little tired of the tricks, you pull them so often I can tell when you plan something. Just sit down and let\u0026apos;s not make a scene.\u0026quot; rubbing her eyes with a slight yawn, showing little concern of Zero\u0026apos;s real feelings.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:23:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495786993,                "user": "Ayumi Masami"            },            {                "content": "Zero Majo Fortified walls on her eyes, stepping those tears from running wild across her face and the moment Ayumi had turned back, zero was already dashing out the exit. This reaction was far different than anything she\u0026apos;d ever done before, not even hearing Ayumi\u0026apos;s last statement having been gone before she could even get the first few words out. Where the hell would Zero go, she really had nowhere to go but their cart. The only but of home the two owned, but she\u0026apos;d be damned to go there, running off in any direction before Ayumi could chase her down, the unlikely reaction. Zero had surely fucked up in the past, but it appears she was nothing more than the boy who cried wolf, her truth now lost in a sea of lies the effort seeming useless. Blame Ayumi? Never, Zero knew well enough she set herself up for this, but now she was doing what she never wanted to do... Show weakness, it seemed dumb, but it\u0026apos;s the one thing she learned in the past. Don\u0026apos;t show weakness to those you protect... She didn\u0026apos;t want Ayumi to think of her incapable.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:27:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495787262,                "user": "Zero Majo"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii took another swig of scotch. What did he just say? She heard something about feelings, and then something about... a really good idea! \u0026quot;Hahaha. I knew I chose correctly after all.\u0026quot; Mary reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a strange-looking wand, as she painstakingly approached Zero.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;She\u0026apos;s too far away,\u0026quot; Drunk Mary was currently making excuses as to why she couldn\u0026apos;t score a hit on Zero - but at a good fifteen feet? She\u0026apos;d start waggling the wand around, shooting the spell off haphazardly - twice, at least. The third and fourth attempts didn\u0026apos;t work, as the wand had run out of sigils and energy.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe magic of this wand cum-pelled the struck person to cum, or at least experience a moment of incredible discomfort. \u0026quot;Wizard attack! I\u0026apos;m gonna get you!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBUT INSTEAD, WHEN ZERO BOLTED, MARY CHANGED HER MIND AND SHOT AT AYUMI INSTEAD! \u0026quot;Now you\u0026apos;re all alone! Muahaha! This is just like my evil plans!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:28:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495787329,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond instantly regreted giving such an idea to his wife... but there is nothing he can do now, save for bolting. So he waited for Mary to shoot, then took his hand onto her head again to pat it, and then bolt - \u0026quot;I have some business to attend to!\u0026quot; saying it in a very out-of-character manner, as he started going for the front door of the tavern to leave it. And so he would do.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T10:34:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495787660,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 26., péntek, 09:05:36"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "W i t c h was relaxing for the time being, though it seemed she\u0026apos;d been ignored entirely by Aetharis. Bastard... Oh well, no matter. She could conjure some food... or something. Maybe summon her orc companion, or bring her familiars in to make food for her. That would be so much easier than trying to rely on a man who couldn\u0026apos;t even remember to dress himself before entering the public! Although as this all went through her mind, a distinctly potent essence began to flow through the air, and before she could so much as turn in her chair, someone had come through the door. She didn\u0026apos;t bother to turn at that point -- another dragon. Shaking her head in mild admonishment (particularly in regards to all the dragons, and their seeming inability to NOT congregate) she let out a soft sigh. \u0026quot;Another dragonblood, another day,\u0026quot; she mumbled, her eyes catching sight of Eira entering the tavern as swiftly as Eve had left. All the coming and going of people, and then there was the one bold man just waltzing right on through the center of the tavern toward the back where Aeth was in the process of cooking. Now.. What was the story behind that? She\u0026apos;d let it play out for the time being, and she would also let Eira approach her before she\u0026apos;d be the one to do the approaching. If only because she wasn\u0026apos;t sure if the young woman had made the connection between her and the cats yet... Horny bastards.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T17:34:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495812888,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis didn\u0026apos;t expect the man he was taught under to show up so early, with that he turned and smiled, \u0026quot; well look who it is, my mentor that trained me, what are you doing here? \u0026quot; Curious to know what might happen, after all, most of the time they came together it was a fight between them. One could say it might have been a small test each time, though he would have to be careful after all, he knew what was in the case. Didn\u0026apos;t like that blade in particular, as it was nasty for any one to be killed by. Raising his hand to bring up a defensive barrier. Not wanting to know that it was the case he came for a reason and it wasn\u0026apos;t going to be pretty. Much less a very fun part on the patrons behalf.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T17:40:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495813235,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Kaivaer sighed a little before the man broke through Aetharis\u0026apos;s barrier and grabbed him by the hair, with a slight movement of his arm, sent the boy through the walls, bursting from the kitchen. All the way through, even broke the other walls leading outside of the tavern. With that he would simply walk out of the kitchen following the broken walls and demolished parts of the building walking towards the boy. \u0026quot; Well boy, you should be off fighting of course your life had been a turn after turn, you still have yet to grow. \u0026quot; Eye\u0026apos;s literally locked only of the other male, some how what ever the reason was this man wasn\u0026apos;t even going to allow back talk. \u0026quot; Oh don\u0026apos;t think I don\u0026apos;t know what you been up to, after all you are young, despite that you should be razing the grounds and fighting, you know it to be true. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T17:44:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495813484,                "user": "Kaivaer"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira wasn\u0026apos;t ready to approach anyone just yet. She was still trying to calm herself while being in the very room that she shamed herself in. However, she hadnt notice the armored man enter and go to the kitchens as she had been too wrapped up in her own thoughts but her attentions had been grabbed when she heard the crashing and destruction. She nearly fell out of her seat from the surprise as she looked worriedly in the direction of the sound. What in the Gods names was going on back there?! She stood, hesitation slowing her steps as moved to go see what exact had happened.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T17:57:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495814272,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "The Sacred Smith peeks into the room...\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T18:01:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495814508,                "user": "The Sacred Smith"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h could sense it before it even happened - the sudden spike in power, emotion and ether. Before she knew it, a loud banging, crashing, and ultimately the splintering of wood resounded in a cacophonous clamor that had poor Eira disoriented and wondering what was going on -- though Camille herself was not so startled by the whole ordeal. She watched with trained, cat-like eyes as Aeth went flying through the tavern, all the way out the other side, the strange man whom had entered previously following closely behind. He had this... cold fire to him, as if he was angry but totally calm all at once. That, in and of itself, was incredibly off-putting. Alas she couldn\u0026apos;t just do nothing when the poor guy was more likely than not in some sort of grave danger. Standing abruptly from her chair -- ignoring the quickly mending wood all around her -- she quickly flitted out through the open, damaged wall to assert herself behind the mystery man. \u0026quot;And just what do you think you\u0026apos;re doing, throwing people around like that, you unruly brute?\u0026quot; she jeered in her usual, unhappy tone of voice. Her hands set wide on her hips, her heeled feet planted firmly into the ground. Her alabaster eyes had taken on a dark undertone, and her mouth was twisted into a nasty grimace. She knew that this couldn\u0026apos;t possibly end well, but she wouldn\u0026apos;t simply allow someone she considered to be a friend to be manhandled in such a way. It was unjust, and it especially seemed undue.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs if on queue, the two cats from the other day materialized from thin air, casually sauntering up beside the witch before each of them spun into a twister-like whirlwind, stopping abruptly as their human appearances took full form. \u0026quot;What seems to be the upset, Mistress?\u0026quot; purred the gray-haired man, his red eyes focused on the two men ahead. \u0026quot;Mmm... Seems there\u0026apos;s trouble afoot, brother,\u0026quot; mused the white-haired man, his glimmering blue eyes focused on Aeth whom appeared not to have recovered quite yet. \u0026quot;We have a big problem...\u0026quot; Camille finished, punctuating the two familiar\u0026apos;s inquiries with a resolve that was fitting of something far greater than any normal witch -- perhaps closer to a god, though just shy.",               "date": "2017-05-26T18:11:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495815083,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis After landing out side Aetheris gotten up after sliding across the ground. Some bruises and scraps appeared but he would smile, from behind the witch she\u0026apos;d feel a different spike with in the man\u0026apos;s body, one that it was violent storm stirring inside of the body. Standing up and soon some clothing attire would cloth his body. Standing there watching her and shook his head. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry about him, he won\u0026apos;t kill me, though the act\u0026apos;s thankful, but fruitless when it comes to him. I am not even at his level of power. \u0026quot; Saying a little for he walking up behind her and grabbed her, though unintentionally would grope her breasts before making her leave the scene with a few runes putting her back into the tavern for safe keeping.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T18:17:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495815467,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Kaivaer Only watched while this transpired and he smiled greatly with out any weapons, though waited for the woman to disappear before making a move, didn\u0026apos;t even bother with the things that appeared next to her and leap quickly through the air, sending a fist into Aeth\u0026apos;s chest, only to bring him down to his knee\u0026apos;s. What ever was it getting at, \u0026quot; well now that I see what is going on here, you must be pretty comfortable to be surrounded by these people. \u0026quot; Even gave the boy a harder kick sending him back at the tavern, not strong enough to send him through the wall just enough to show the wood bending from the force. Walking over before grabbing the mans hair to pull him up from the ground only to give him a good beating before letting him drop to the ground completely out cold. Stepped away and smiled at the rest of them in the tavern. Slowly turning away to leave.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T18:22:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495815750,                "user": "Kaivaer"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira had indeed been disoriented by the explosion and flying debris that she had at first missed Aetharis flying straight thought the inn until he reached the outside. However, she did notice the Witch and had followed her so she could see what was going on. Eira was certainly surprised to see the new guest so casually beating the hell out of the Innkeeper and had wanted to intervene but had been beaten to the chase by the other women. The lady as the nerve to sass the stronger male but all words and actions was ignored the moment a pair of cat men appeared. For most people, hot headed was the best way to describe someone who was angered but Eira was quite the opposite. When her temper rose, it was much akin to a blizzard. Small at first but quick to grow and but just as destructive and as cold. Tendrils of frost rose from her flesh as her blue eyes narrowed. Where she stood, ice began to form slowly, branching out like crystalline roots across the wood floor of the tavern. Oh those two were going to pay dearly for embarrassing her and compromising her pride. \u0026quot;Jack...Vern...\u0026quot; She called, her breath visible with each word she spoke. \u0026quot;Did you think to make a fool of me and be free of consequences?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T18:59:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495817957,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Kaivaer eye\u0026apos;s examining the tavern before shaking his head and looked at Aeth for a moment then smiled, no hostility and such towards him. \u0026quot; For those who know him, take care of him, and don\u0026apos;t be afraid, he is a little different as you might have discovered. \u0026quot; Walking away more and more, only to leave in moments, last thing said was, \u0026quot; do know eventually those who wish to carry, must do it before he awaken\u0026apos;s to the final state of what he was born for, even if he doesn\u0026apos;t choose it, this will happen eventually. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t long after that the male who came in, left as if he wasn\u0026apos;t there in the first place.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:05:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495818316,                "user": "Kaivaer"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith opens the door to her room, finally lured out by the bumping. Confusion takes a grip on her as she hears the fading remarks of Kaivaer. Wish to carry...? The problems of last night are stuffed away for the moment. Instead, she moves swiftly down the stairs and out the brand new tavern window-er hole, to look at the unconscious Aetharis. First a visual inspection is done, trying to make sure all his bones are intact and there\u0026apos;s no troublesome bleeding. She fails to notice Eira or any cats in her single-mindeness.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:11:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495818697,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith mindedness\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T19:11:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495818704,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond returns to the tavern from his previous bit of business. Though he looks rather tired, exhasuted even, as he enters the tavern, sighing and yawning, instinctively walking towards the bar counter, while simultaneously scaning the inside of the tavern with his eyes, to see if his beloved Mary is there or not... or if anyone else worthy of talking to is present at the place. It was a tiring day.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:37:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495820226,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith notes that there is a massive hole in the tavern, Eira\u0026apos;s gone nuts and is talking to cats, and Eve just ran out of said hole to make sure Aetharis is not too heavily injured. Just another normal day.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:38:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495820294,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis waking up quicker than expected, coughing, some blood coming out of his mouth while slowly getting up from his position and looks at Eve, curious to know why she was there. Even knew that Kaivaer was gone, but he would only smile towards the end, unknowing what the other said before leaving. Standing up he would slowly walk towards the tavern\u0026apos;s doors and enter, if Eve is next to him, the man continued to walk back into the kitchen. If she wanted something she had his attention with out fail. Just he was slow at walking for now, being sore and not rushing, still hungry.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:42:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495820546,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith walks in with Aetharis, occasionally holding her hands out as if to steady him. After all, the man had just coughed up blood! A slew of questions are on her mind, each vying for attention like a group of overeager kindergartners. Once they get to the counter, she draws back and lets the man walk on his own, still not quite sure if he\u0026apos;s going to start puking his guts out. \u0026quot;Morning,\u0026quot; she says to the paladin, clearly distracted and worried over their tavern owner. \u0026quot;You look beat,\u0026quot; she comments to Stephanus, all while she\u0026apos;s barefoot and looking fairly groggy herself. Though unaware of it, the ginger\u0026apos;s moving a bit differently today. While she normally moves with the silence of one trying not to be seen, today she\u0026apos;s far more aggressive, like she just might throat punch anyone in an instant. \u0026quot;Aetharis. Do you have contraceptives?\u0026quot; If anyone would, surely it\u0026apos;d be him.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:48:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495820909,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looking at her resting against the wall before he looked down at her. Raised a brow and then thought about it and smiled. \u0026quot; Guessing you are carrying, well I would like to help you out, but the fact if you are pregnant and the way you make it sound. This will be a good thing for you, it\u0026apos;s against me to prevent new life from being born. How ever think of it as a.jpgt you can create. \u0026quot; All he said before walking off, \u0026quot; though if you think about it, not every one can carry. \u0026quot; Left her be once more and entered the kitchen. Coughing a few more times before he would tumble over to rest on the floor. Not sleeping just a little tired from what taken place.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:52:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495821149,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond noticed Eve\u0026apos;s words with delay. He looks beat, sure, but when he responds, she probably has already asked Aetharis for contraceptives. \u0026quot;Morning...\u0026quot; with quite a bit of delay. Then he sits down. \u0026quot;Ugh... I\u0026apos;ll need something really strong this time...\u0026quot; he said out loud, in a very groggy manner. He was completely oblivious to the fact that someone just conceived a child, or that someone is being asked for contraceptives, or anything like that. He just wants something with caffeine in it. Or really strong alcohol. Or both at the same time. Whichever is available and affordable for him.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T19:53:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495821237,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames Rose from Eve\u0026apos;s bed. He rubbed his eyes a few times. It was the best sleep he\u0026apos;s had since he left the castle. How come? Was it the dream? The first or the second? Or did one of them happen? He doubted it. No way he would\u0026apos;ve had THAT kind of luck. Least that was what he thought till he went to move and realized her was lacking any of his garments. None of which were in the room. He blinked a few times when he realized what happened...the second dream was true! He groaned. He was so close to having Eira, but the damn Witch... least. He thinks she was a Witch. Certainly no way he would\u0026apos;ve avoided a perfectly displayed-where are his clothes?! Wait...what was he thinking about before that? He was just retracing his steps through the previous night where that blonde\u0026apos;s- \u0026quot;Where\u0026apos;s my pants?!\u0026quot; He said aloud. He blinked for a few moments. He knows that was not where his mind was leading him. He thought about it once again and it was like his brain perfectly avoided a scene. He frowned, \u0026quot;Must be something to do with that other woman...\u0026quot; He sighed as he grabbed the sheets from the bed and fashioned himself a toga. \u0026quot;This should suffice till I find my clothes.\u0026quot; He began to walk towards the door. Noticing just how remarkably...\u0026apos;free\u0026apos; his body felt under the thin cloth. He went down the steps with a little people in his own step. Upon seeing Eve, he couldn\u0026apos;t help but give a warm smile, as well as feel a slight bit of dread... despite how passionate she was the previous night. It was under the effect of a drug. But first thing is first. \u0026quot;Eve...um...would you happen to know where my clothes are-\u0026quot; sees an unfamiliar man on the floor as well as the hole in the wall. Causing him to blink a few times... \u0026quot;Last night was pretty crazy wasn\u0026apos;t it?...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:06:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495821988,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hadn\u0026apos;t expected Aetharis to say no. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s barely been half a day. There\u0026apos;s no way I\u0026apos;m already pregnant. I just need something to prevent or delay...\u0026quot; she trails off, recognizing that he\u0026apos;s not going to help her. She sighs and sits meekly at the bar, her eyes staring down at the wooden surface. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t drink the pink one,\u0026quot; is all she advises to Stephanus, not feeling too chatty today. Faint noises are heard stemming from her bedroom. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003ESounds like the father\u0026apos;s awake...\u003C/span\u003E First she pales at the thought, then reddens. The ginger turns her head to Stephanus, curious just what his reaction might be. Will he demand she put a copper piece in that jar she\u0026apos;d spoken of the day before? By the time she looks back Bryce is asking about his clothes. \u0026quot;They should be-\u0026quot; she looks at the table they used last night. \u0026quot;There they are.\u0026quot; Crumpled in a heap, stained with her moisture. They\u0026apos;d likely have to be washed or continue to reek of that. She swallows at his attempted joke, offering a wry, apologetic smile in return. \u0026quot;It was,\u0026quot; she agrees. \u0026quot;I am so, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eso\u003C/span\u003E sorry. I didn\u0026apos;t know that the ale was ...\u0026quot; she shakes her head, not able to comprehend just \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ewhat\u003C/span\u003E it was. \u0026quot;Sorry...\u0026quot; she repeats again, meekly.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:13:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495822426,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames cocks his head to the side. She was apologizing? What for? It was him that took advantage of her. He should\u0026apos;ve known something was off about the drink and burned it off or something like that. It made his heart sink just watching her continue to apologize to him. He would reach for her. Hesitantly at first before pulling her close. If she would allow it, she would feel the warmth of his skin glowing and his heart beating steadily as he rested his chin on her head. Should she resist, he will simply hold back, but leave his arms open for her. \u0026quot;Please my dear. Don\u0026apos;t be sorry...it wasn\u0026apos;t your fault... Just....I...\u0026quot; His tongue was trying up. She about demanded for his touch the night before, and now, she seems to regret every moment of it. Which tore at him more. Typically, he would\u0026apos;ve probably said a few nice words, packed up, and moved on. But the way she held him, the way she kissed him, that wasn\u0026apos;t how you would treat a passing by treat. That was a soul searching for another piece. Yearning to be whole...his gut continued to wrench at himself. How could he do that to someone so delicate?...\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:24:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495823081,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just turned his head towards Eve, and attempted to comprehend her words. No pink one? Well, okay, that seems easy enough... but since he lacks the energy to just get up and help himself to some of that sweet alcoholic or caffeinated drink he desires... not so easy. He doesn\u0026apos;t even reply. He isn\u0026apos;t very energetic today, to say the least.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:24:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495823084,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is sitting at the bartop with her back to him. Assuming Bryce still comes forth, he\u0026apos;ll likely entwine her from the back, making it quite a difficult hold for her to dodge or avoid. Last night she had been open. Today she tenses in his arms, holding herself rigidly without saying a word. \u0026quot;Your armor..\u0026quot; she says slowly, seeking a new topic, something to distract from the knowledge that she may, in a few days, be pregnant with his child. She casts a desperate glance towards Stephanus, hoping he\u0026apos;ll pick up the cue to help.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:28:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495823320,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond notices the glances Eve gives him - albeit with a delay -, albeit when he finally gathers enough energy to react, it may be already too late. So he stands up, starts to walk closer towards the position Eve is in, albeit in a snail\u0026apos;s pace. He would jump right into a conversation he had no clues about, and more than certainly, by the time he would arrive, it may be already too late.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Is everything alright here?\u0026quot; he asks from Eve and Byrce, almost like a clueless policeman who is terrible at doing his job. Yet that is the closest thing he can do to helping Eve, and chances are, by the time he does it - probably too late. He remembers Eve asking for him to help about a man who wants to solicit her before, but he remembers that this is a different man, not that Kek-guy she was talking about earlier. So what is he going to do? He was tempted to not to interfere at all, but the milk was already spilled - he has already made his way over there and asked \u0026apos;Is everything alright here?\u0026apos; without even any prior knowledge of the context or what was exactly going on.",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:35:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495823719,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames felt his heart sink even further with how she reacted to his touch. She tensed and reclused from it. Though didn\u0026apos;t fight him back. All she had managed to ask about was his armor. \u0026quot;I can worry about my armor later. I won\u0026apos;t be going far.\u0026quot; Least not for now. Not while she was in pain like this. He had to make sure she was going to be ok before leaving. Then the officer from the day before approached. Asking if everything was ok. \u0026quot;I believe so?...I\u0026apos;m very uncertain...last night...was a bit...unusual. least it was for me...and we\u0026apos;ll...her and I connected last night...\u0026quot; He couldn\u0026apos;t keep his attention to the officer. He was more worried about Eve. \u0026quot;Eve? Please talk to me...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:51:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495824707,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii enters the room, already wobbly and drunk. She is dual-wielding wands, whereby she points one at a table, blasts it and it a freshly cooked corn on the cob appears!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;This wand is corny.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:54:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495824897,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Liru The Cute walks into the room wearing her new barmaid outfit and makes her way behind the counter at the bar, she was ready to serve drinks and other needs.\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T20:58:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825081,                "user": "Liru The Cute"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith continues to sit stick straight in her seat, her shoulders instinctually pushed back, as if to keep Bryce at as much length as she possibly can. Stephanus\u0026apos; less than timely arrival is still greeted with a glimmer of relief in her eyes. Caught in Bryce\u0026apos;s embrace, she has nowhere to go and no possible way of getting out. \u0026quot;Oh..?\u0026quot; She says with a small gulp. He\u0026apos;s sticking around? Eve keeps her eyes on Stephanus. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EHelp better!\u003C/span\u003E Her hope vanishes as soon as Mary arrives. In seconds, Steph is bound to become a lovestruck and useless puppy. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go for a walk,\u0026quot; she suggests to Bryce. She had pointed out his clothes to her before. Should he find the idea favorable and release her, Eve stands and heads to the door.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T20:59:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825142,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugs the moment everything turns out to be alright. So he scans the bar again for any possible newcomers... and Mary is there! Just as Eve has predicted, Stephanus immediately turned into a lovestruck useless puppy, running towards Mary with the intention to glomp her and treat her like a pet by rubbing her head... if she won\u0026apos;t just disappear or push him away, or use the wand she used yesterday.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:00:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825256,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii joyfully claps her hands, as the ceiling is blasted with another corn cob magic. A corn cob falls onto the floor. Mary gives chase to Eve! \u0026quot;We\u0026apos;ve gotta cockblock her!\u0026quot; She announces to Stephanus!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThus, she\u0026apos;d announce to Bryce while pointing both wands at him, \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s my pre-threesome post-marrital fuckwoman, and you can\u0026apos;t have her!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:03:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825388,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames raised an eyebrow. Usually walks with such a solemn appearance don\u0026apos;t typically end well. However, he was still hopeful in the matter. He reached for his clothes and quickly changed into them. Despite being near the bar with little cover. Not that it really bothered him. Though, he was interrupted by a corn cob? The devil was-his inner question was quickly answered by the arrival of a father bizarre woman waving a wand and magically creating corn all over the room. Ranting about a fuck-woman? And he thought his household of Lords were a strange lot. \u0026quot;Of course we can Eve. Seems to be rather noisy in here anyways.\u0026quot; Eyes cautiously watching the woman as he followed along with Eve. If she decides to move or not.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:07:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825637,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h quietly slipped back into the tavern after a brief absence, her tall, slender form nearly invisible under the shade of a deep silhouette intended to mask her presence all together. Upon entry, she darted for her usual spot at what would soon essentially be HER table, sitting down comfortably in the wooden chair that she often adorned -- she was more an accessory to the chair, than the chair was a device for sitting to her. After all, she was just a pretty ornament set against the backdrop of any setting, never much more than that. For when she was more.... it was usually stormy, chaotic; it was like a maelstrom took over when she decided to intervene in the affairs of humans and their close relatives. Magi, as it were, had nothing in common with humans, not even their natural appearance. Names, designations, titles, professions.... everything was different as compared to mortals. It had a bit to do with culture, but a lot more to do with their unending lifespan. It wasn\u0026apos;t that they could not die, but rather that the smart ones would not die -- neither old age nor sickness could take them, and so it came to be that they were often reclusive, miserable creatures. Camille was no different, except that she had a penchant for chaos and meddling in human affairs. A mischief maker, that\u0026apos;s what a witch was. That\u0026apos;s what this witch was, in every sense of the word. A trickster, though too old to properly embody such a childish title. So what did that make her? She did not know. No matter - her thoughts would have to move to the backburner, for now she was in the presence of a lot of particularly rowdy people with their own chaotic agendas, and she\u0026apos;d pissed more than one or two of them off the night before. She\u0026apos;d have to be on guard, or at the very least vigilant.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EUnshrouding herself from within the masking magic, she settled fully into her favorite spot. One leg crossed over the other as was customary for the nonchalant spellweaver, arms crossed under her bosom. Her normally feline companions standing at either side of her, fully human forms giving them the appearance of a couple of menacing yet dainty bodyguards. \u0026quot;Ahhh... and so the day truly begins,\u0026quot; she sighed, loudly yet unassumingly announcing her presence to the rest of the tavern folk, despite how busy they may be.",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:08:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825725,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Liru The Cute she just stands back and watches this scene play out kinda chucking to herself as it happens\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T21:09:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495825775,                "user": "Liru The Cute"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii spaces off for a long moment, profoundly confused...\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T21:10:24.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495825824, "user": "Mary Lenaii" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith manages to get to the door and push it open. Just in time for Mary to shout a surprisingly obscene statement. A bit thrown off her game, the ginger raises both brows in surprise and stares blankly at the woman. \u0026quot;If you can get Stephan on board, sure,\u0026quot; she says. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry, Bryce and I aren\u0026apos;t doing anything.\u0026quot; No cock block needed. Thus she strides out, allowing the fellow to follow or stay. Thankfully she \u003Cem\u003Ejust\u003C/em\u003E misses Witch.\n", "date": "2017-05-26T21:11:11.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495825871, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks utterly confused. \u0026quot;Wait, wha?!\u0026quot; at the obscene statements of his wife. But at least Mary did his job for him. It was supposed to be his job to cockblock Byrce from Eve, upon her request, but then he became a lovestruck and useless individual as soon as Mary arrived... only to get Mary do his job for him.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Did I hear it right?\u0026quot; he asked.", "date": "2017-05-26T21:13:07.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495825987, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Aetharis with enough energy that he would get up and continue to cook away in the kitchen, though he would wait for something to happen. Getting all of the food rolling again, while the aroma of food truly started flowing out of the kitchen once more. This time he was being a little different and waited, not knowing what might happen now. Still retaining bruises and cuts from what happened a while back. He felt like a rag doll, knowing he might have made some one made at him. Just didn\u0026apos;t know who it would have been. On par with the idea, cake was starting to get made and some ice cream if you will was being made in the freezer. Not informing any one of what the plan, just simply cooking his heart out and enjoying it all.\n", "date": "2017-05-26T21:15:08.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495826108, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Liru The Cute \u0026quot;Aetharis, can you make me some meat i\u0026apos;m hungry.\u0026quot; She said while still waiting for someone to order something\n", "date": "2017-05-26T21:18:37.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1495826317, "user": "Liru The Cute" },           {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames follows behind Eve to the outside. The weather was rather enjoyable. The winds rolled through the trees, rustling the leaves. He glances over at her, and despite the misery in her face, the sun at her back gave a soft glow about her. Gleaming the edges of her red hair. He hoped to reach out for her again, but his movement was hesitant and he held his hand to his side. His eyes in down cast for a few moments, as if to find any sort of words to say to her. \u0026quot;Eve...about last night...I...Shameful as it is for me to admit. I really enjoyed myself...I...\u0026quot; He sighs in doubt. \u0026quot;You shouldn\u0026apos;t...\u0026quot; He was doubting himself even further. His own words didn\u0026apos;t sound right, no matter how many times he said it in his head. \u0026quot;Despite everything terrible about this.. It was an amazing feeling for me.\u0026quot; Trying his best to smile, but his confidence felt shocked at the moment.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:24:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495826656,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has absolutely no experience with talking to a one night stand. Does she start by offering him a refreshment? Entirely unaware of how he\u0026apos;s viewing her, the ginger finds herself a spot on the river and turns to face him. Because of the fellow\u0026apos;s height, she has to crane her neck back, even standing two feet away. He talks first, buying her just a bit more time. \u0026quot;Oh, uh...that\u0026apos;s good?\u0026quot; She says it like a question, equally as uncertain as he is. \u0026quot;What happened never would\u0026apos;ve happened if I\u0026apos;d have been in my right mind. I wasn\u0026apos;t. It happened. I enjoyed myself too,\u0026quot; obviously. Her peepers look at his clothes and see a dried spot on them; likely from her. \u0026quot;So...yeah.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:30:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495827007,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis just doing his own thing but was willing to do more than what he had going. After all he had a meal going for all of his patrons. A simple welcoming.jpgt and the moment he was done the male came out of the kitchen with stacks of meat\u0026apos;s, vegetables and fruits. Along with him setting that stuff down he would make sure to run back into the kitchen and grab the cake and iced treats for every one. Setting them all on the bar\u0026apos;s counter top and smiled. \u0026quot; Alright every one, here is some food, sweets and do enjoy your selves. \u0026quot; With that he was already eating away at the food before they could get a chance.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:38:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495827480,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames he noticed that she seemed about uncertain about all of this as he was. His confidence stepped up just a sliver from her admitting that she too had enjoyed their evening. Giving him a stronger smile. Neither of them were in a proper mindset the previous evening. Perhaps...if he did something she may not expect? He offered her his hand with a brighter smile. \u0026quot;I would love for it to happen again. Though. Less drug related and more private if that may help?\u0026quot; Gives her a cheeky smile. \u0026quot;Or...perhaps we start from the beginning and work our way through it?\u0026quot; He was hoping maybe she was more welcomed to his touch. More eager to allow him near her. Hopefully for any sort of positive reaction to come from her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:39:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495827551,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold walks down the stairs to the inn was an anthro fox naked save for a collar around her neck. She stretched a bit still waking up before looking around for Aetharis. She spotted him and waved. \u0026quot;Umm master do you need me to work the kitchen or the tables today?\u0026quot; she asked walking up to the bar as her red fur was well groomed.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:43:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495827829,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii woke up from her reverie. \u0026quot;Okay, I remember what I was doing: my grand, evil plan.\u0026quot; Mary wandered over to the bar to order a nice cider: \u0026quot;Stephanus! I need pets!\u0026quot; - to whoever delivered her cider, she\u0026apos;d announce her evil: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to put you out of business by generating corn... everywhere.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBlasting the bartop with the corn wand again, she\u0026apos;d create a corn cob! \u0026quot;You might be wondering what this other wand in my other hand does. Behold!\u0026quot; Rubbing the tip of the other wand on the corn cob, butter begins to appear on the cob! \u0026quot;Perfectly buttered, every time.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:46:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495827969,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked at Luna and smiled before licking his lips. \u0026quot; No I think I might have you help me bring back my lustful drive. \u0026quot; Needing a little kick start as he was going to have her help him with it. She wasn\u0026apos;t going to clean or cook for the day at least for a little while.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:47:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828066,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond complied with Mary\u0026apos;s orders immediately - jump or slide towards her, embrace her from behind, and pet her lead like that of a cat. That was what he wanted to do. But while doing that, he whispered. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t you think it would be better if you sat on my lap while I rubbed your head?\u0026quot; he asked. \u0026quot;Then you\u0026apos;d be able to have all your drinks, and corn, and... wait a minute. Give me corn too!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe said to Mary. He also wants to eat corn!",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:47:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828079,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith shifts her bare feet back and forth on the ground. Matching this with the fact that she\u0026apos;s crossed her arms over her chest, just about anyone can see how uncomfortable the woman is while she stands beside the river. Instead of taking his hand, her eyes stare at it in consideration. \u0026quot;I...\u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003Ehave no idea what to say.\u003C/span\u003E Scrambling, she tries to think of any excuse to get her out of the rough situation she finds herself in. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t sleep with customers,\u0026quot; she explains, the idea coming to her in a burst of brain activity.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:48:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828103,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026quot;Already? Don\u0026apos;t we usually save that for the night?\u0026quot; she asked not in a position to refuse him but loves serving customers. \u0026quot;But maybe we can do something tonight?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:50:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828253,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii poked Stephanus with the butter wand, butterifying him! She\u0026apos;d briefly set the corn wand on the bartop, reliquinshing its power. [color=yellow Whoever decides to next pick up the corn wand will have a horrible fate bestowed upon them.[/color] Promptly, she hands the fresh corn cob to Stephanus!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You can\u0026apos;t trick me. I\u0026apos;ll sit on your lap, you\u0026apos;re going to activate the boner and stab me with it... and, and...\u0026quot; She had to unveil the rest of his plan: \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s going to be so angry that it\u0026apos;ll tear your pants in half, and my dress in half, and then we\u0026apos;re going to end up doing the weird dance that everyone here is obsessed about!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:50:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828254,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was still waiting for her cider, which was making her heartbroken.\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T21:51:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828271,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames felt his heart sank at her partial rejection. He gave her a small smile, \u0026quot;To be fair, I haven\u0026apos;t become a customer yet. So your argument wouldn\u0026apos;t quite work in that case...\u0026quot; Offering a comforting smile as he sat down on the ground near the river bank. \u0026quot;May...I ask for the real reason is?...please?...I\u0026apos;ll everything come out and explain everything for me. I\u0026apos;m sure you noticed the design of my armor?...Any Blacksmith would know it isn\u0026apos;t of common make...\u0026quot; Cheeky smile, \u0026quot;Even gave a small bit of it away already...just...please...open up to me, Eve?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:53:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828395,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond noticed that no one was giving Mary the cider she wanted, so before he evne bothered answering to her rejection of his plan... he let her go, went behind the bar with the corn cob in his hand - which he promptly began eating - and got out a whole bottle of apple cider. Then he went back to Mary, handing her the bottle, then started rubbing her head with one hand, using the other to hold the corn and eat.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;N-no that won\u0026apos;t h-happen! N-not because of that... B-but it won\u0026apos;t happen... j-just sit on my lap, and I\u0026apos;ll rub your head!\u0026quot; like he\u0026apos;s already rubbing.",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:53:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828415,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii grabbed at the cider bottle and started drinking straight from it, like... well, an alcoholic. \u0026quot;Oh. Oh, thank the gods.\u0026quot; She gently emitted something akin to a horrifying purr, as Stephanus stroked her head and different ears. It almost sounded like chittering? He alone knew perhaps why she made that noise.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Nope. Watch.\u0026quot; Drunk Mary was different from regular Mary, and she\u0026apos;d easily take her hand and start molesting Stephanus\u0026apos; privates. \u0026quot;See? You\u0026apos;re already, like, bonerfied. Boni-fide? S-shomething like that. And when I\u0026apos;m not looking, shyou\u0026apos;re gonna put on some kind of boner knife-helmet!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:57:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828668,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shook his head and reached over petting her, pulling her closer to him. Gave her a small kiss before pulling back, \u0026quot; no, it can\u0026apos;t wait till tonight, though I will be sure to give you some time after this. \u0026quot; What ever it was the man was going to do something as he had plans for later and it involved some one.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T21:58:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828715,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is willing to sacrifice him as a customer, should the man want to go away. She sighs and sits three feet to his right, her bare feet dipping into the river for some small distraction. \u0026quot;Why should I? We had one night of passion that wouldn\u0026apos;t have happened if neither of us were drugged. We don\u0026apos;t owe each other anything.\u0026quot; Her words are frigid, but tone sincere. \u0026quot;I love my husband.\u0026quot; Perhaps now he\u0026apos;ll remember Udo\u0026apos;s claim. She piles on the lie, hoping it might be enough to deter him. Though her statement is true, it only rings with luke-warm conviction.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:00:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828808,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold whimpers and bit and sighed \u0026quot;What do you have planned for me. Because it feels like you want to do more than what we have been in the past.\u0026quot; she said looking up at Aetharis\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:00:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828848,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tried to keep rubbing Mary\u0026apos;s head...but then she began grabbing some parts of his! He turned red and responded \u0026quot;H-hey s-stop that, t-this is n-not apropraite h-here!\u0026quot; he tried to protest this treatment, but indeed, it did get... bona fide. \u0026quot;I-it\u0026apos;s n-not what you think it is, i-it\u0026apos;s...\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe tried to protest and save face. Then he sighed. \u0026quot;Shouldn\u0026apos;t we... do that in private? In your room perhaps? Away from the prying eyes of others?\u0026quot; he asked, suddenly remembering how he was making love with a barmaid the first time he and Mary actually even interacted with each other. But that was before their marriage. Now he wouldn\u0026apos;t even think about anything like that.",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:02:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495828960,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked at her and smiled, \u0026quot; just a few moments, then I might even let you go and serve the customers. For now lets start with you using your mouth, nothing to grand this time around. \u0026quot; Even would make sure she would see his length erect in front of her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:04:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829043,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii forgot what she was doing for a moment, as she took the butter wand and started dragging it along his crotch. \u0026quot;Buttery goodness! Now all the women will want a taste of your snack!\u0026quot; As she went to chug more cider, she remembered now: \u0026quot;Oh. Oh, uh, you\u0026apos;re not -supposed- to do these things out here, but I just don\u0026apos;t care. If people join it, that\u0026apos;ll be fun. I think some applause might make me feel better about myself.\u0026quot; In her wild imagination, this sex had become some sort of drama or play: \u0026quot;And, at the end, we can bow, they\u0026apos;ll throw roses and we\u0026apos;ll be famous!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:06:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829219,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond now had to avange this treatment! And sure he did... by grabbing Mary\u0026apos;s breasts. He was tempted to say \u0026apos;How do you like that?\u0026apos;, but instead of saying that, he just did it, starting to grope it! That\u0026apos;s one way to avange having his crotch grabbed, and having buttering magic used on it! He makes no attempt to remove her clothing, but boy, does he grope! And he also simultaneously makes an attempt at kissing Mary\u0026apos;s neck! Vengence!\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:09:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829399,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames pursed his lips to the side. \u0026quot;I know that\u0026apos;s true. You love your husband...but the man last night. Was not your husband.\u0026quot; He was firm in his conviction for that. \u0026quot;Because first, a married man, would never let another man who he just witnessed taking his wife. Sleep in his wife\u0026apos;s bed. No matter what his condition. If the other man wasn\u0026apos;t dead, he would better be tossed to the side of the house if not strung on a tree. I have seen it happen several times before.\u0026quot; He glanced at the running river before them, seeming to be gazing at his reflection but was actually looking at her own. \u0026quot;If...it\u0026apos;s reasonable to assume...he must\u0026apos;ve passed...and for that...you have my sincerest condolences...and my deepest apologies...However, you are very conflicted. Least from what I can see. But I don\u0026apos;t want to put you in pain...I want you to be happy Eve.\u0026quot; Placing his hand near hers. \u0026quot;But...it\u0026apos;s only if you would like to take that chance...however...if you would rather me leave and not come back. I can understand...\u0026quot; A tear?...down the side not facing her. Why was he crying? Objectively speaking. This was just another woman. Another tavern. He shouldn\u0026apos;t be this concerned with it...was her passion so strong that it placed a link in him to stay? Which ever the case, he would await her response.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:11:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829511,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii has quite a bit to grab, hidden underneath her dress. Contrary to her other animal bits, they\u0026apos;re soft and fun to squeeze! Mary doesn\u0026apos;t seem to mind. \u0026quot;Pff. You can\u0026apos;t, like, flip my switch. I\u0026apos;m basically invincible.\u0026quot; Was... was sex a contest to Mary? It wasn\u0026apos;t hard for him to manipulate her, as she was a drunk mess: \u0026quot;Hey, stop... stop kissing me there. It makes me feel weird, and you\u0026apos;re a terrible vampire.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer fox ear twitched, as... as she was beckoned towards the door. \u0026quot;Hold on, there\u0026apos;s something I NEED to do.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d open the door, and promptly announce:\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d let my husband jump in all kinds of women\u0026apos;s beds! Heck, I\u0026apos;d let them jump in his! I\u0026apos;d... I\u0026apos;d lead them there!\u0026quot; Satisfied with her announcement, she\u0026apos;d return to Stephanus, and create another corn cob on a bar stool.",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:14:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829660,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold gulps and sees it. \u0026quot;Ummm should we take this to a private room then?\u0026quot; she asked\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:15:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829718,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shaking his head, \u0026quot; no this time we will do it here, after all one of the things working here is to over come public sexual services, even more so, why not let them see a lovely woman like your self doing so. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:17:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829847,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith feels more naked than she did last night at his shrewd deduction. \u0026quot;No. He wasn\u0026apos;t,\u0026quot; she agrees. She stays silent for a time, allowing the entirety of Bryce\u0026apos;s speech to be given. In her reflection he\u0026apos;ll see deep, unresolved sorrow. The face of someone struggling to move on. Her arms remain firmly crossed, not so much as twitching near his hand. A part of her is aware of a spark between them. Though she\u0026apos;s hiding her feelings well, her head does jerk to look at him a bit too quickly when he mentions leaving. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Stay.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E The word is a near silent breath. Catching herself, she stands, her heart pounding in her chest, and heads back to the tavern - aiming to leave him sitting by the river. Alone.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:17:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829872,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not want to let Mary just leave him behind, so he\u0026apos;d make his attempt to follow her all the way... but she was too fast! And now she created another corn cob! That\u0026apos;s... not exactly what he was asking for. So he made his attempt to grab Mary and put her into his hands - in order to carry her bridal style - and... Depending on whether he fails or succeeds at doing so and getting her to just basically sit or lay in his hands, he\u0026apos;d try to carry her into her own room, to her own bed! But only if he succeeds at carrying her... Should he fail... he\u0026apos;d be forced to just follow her to whereever she is, and continue with his pranks of grabbing her breasts and fondling them from behind! And kissing her neck, definitely against her will!\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:17:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495829873,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold whimpers a bit and kneels down and opens her mouth clearly unhappy but what she has on herself which was nothing the Fox had no choice but to obey.\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T22:22:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830134,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii cheers! \u0026quot;I want to see Luna naked.\u0026quot; She tapped her chin... \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know why.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe was too slow and inebriated at this point to stop Stephanus. She\u0026apos;d even harmlessly blast him with some corn cobs... which didn\u0026apos;t hurt. They just kind of fell on the floor. \u0026quot;Bgrbglgb.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d attempt to say something as she was picked up - dropped on the floor once - and then picked up for reals. In the process, she drops both wands. Being carried around... felt nice. \u0026quot;Wow! I\u0026apos;ms- I\u0026apos;m so flying...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThankfully, he brought her to her bed. It was nap time for poor Mary, and by the time she was placed on her bed she was already asleep.",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:23:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830195,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis guided her her to his length and smiled, \u0026quot; you work it and then after this I will be sure to give you more later and will be a good time. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:24:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830245,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. He didn\u0026apos;t carry her to the bed only to make her sleep! He wanted to... do more with her!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd sure enough, this time, he gave into the temptation of closing the door, undressing the sleeping Mary, and doing things to her that she normally wouldn\u0026apos;t consent to... Such as undressing himself, and penetrating her feminine part with his masculine part, prompty taking away her virginity. He would penetrate her back and forth until he\u0026apos;d erupt into her... then he\u0026apos;d simply lay down the bed and sleep right next to her, all naked, more than certainly causing lots of trouble as soon as Mary will wake up.\n\u003Cbr\u003EUntil then... the room remains closed.",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:28:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830530,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold puts her mouth around his length and starts to suck on it. Luckily her muzzle was almost built for it as her tongue moved around it trying to stimulate it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:29:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830585,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith opens the tavern door. Mary and Steph are gone...does she hear moaning from their room? Aetharis and Luna are present. \u0026quot;Need help?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:30:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830649,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked at Eve before thinking and then looked back at Luna. \u0026quot; Keep going Luna and I will be sure to give you something. \u0026quot; Gazed back at Eve. \u0026quot; Sure you want to join, I may just want to add you as well. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:33:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495830796,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith wants to see if she \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ecan\u003C/span\u003E have sex without feelings. As far as she\u0026apos;s aware of, they crop up instinctually, some silly bond to keep mates together. \u0026quot;Add...to me?\u0026quot; Her scent had been on the pink bottle. Did he know, or perhaps overhear her saying as much? \u0026quot;What do you mean?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:40:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831214,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold \u0026apos;/me keeps going as she smiles a bit wanting to please her master. Despite her earlier protests she was quite happy to serve.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:41:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831264,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira has spent the last few hours chasing a pair of cat men, seeking to punish them for earlier transgressions but now, soaked with sweat and dehydrated from using her magic in the heat, she wandered back towards the tavern entrance just behind Eve but... She gave the other one polite space since...well.. She was unsure if the other wanted her around after last night\u0026apos;s tomfoolery. However, she couldnt enter until the other woman moved as she currently stood in the doorway.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:45:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831514,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis petting her while letting her serve him and then looked at Eve once more. \u0026quot; Some one has been drinking the pink stuff, how ever I do have to make a small trip to get more. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:46:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831561,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold looks at Aetharis confused on what he meant by pink bottle as she started to deep throat him which prevented her from asking him about it.\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T22:48:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831692,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith glances over her shoulder to see Eira. Feeling drained, all she can offer the woman is a weak flush and forced smile. \u0026quot;Yeah, we found out about the pink bottle yesterday. Bryce and I got horny.\u0026quot; She sighs. \u0026quot;Why do you have stuff like that around, anyway?\u0026quot; She steps out of the doorway and closer to the bar. Eve\u0026apos;s hands drop to the hem of her shirt and begins to hoist it up. Unless Eira stops her, Eve is going to begin to strip.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:49:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831795,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; because it was meant to help to procreate and make more children. How ever don\u0026apos;t drink to much of it. \u0026quot; Petted Luna once more reaching more and more close to the release.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:53:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495831997,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold does her best to nuzzle his hand as she smiles a bit moving her mouth and tongue faster and faster.\n",                "date": "2017-05-26T22:56:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495832185,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira was glad to be able to enter the tavern though she was a bit abashed at seeing Aetharis being serviced by a girl she did not recognize. Clearly such things were common place here but she still struggled to get used to it. She was about to make a beeline for her room when Eve\u0026apos;s action\u0026apos;s stopped her dead in her tracks. She stared at her with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape as lovely flesh was exposed. \u0026quot;E-eve??\u0026quot; She questioned, clearly stunned.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T22:57:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495832233,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is secretly impressed with Aetharis\u0026apos; ability to speak while getting deep throated by such a skilled fox. Shirtless, Aetharis gets to see what seems to be a rare sight around this tavern; modest breasts. Even Mary has a larger chest than the ginger, probably making her the least curvy female around. Panic rises in her, making her steps far less assured as she nears Luna and Aetharis. Eve stumbles, a sudden ringing in her ears throwing off her balance. Automatically, she reaches her arms out to catch herself on the top of a nearby table. \u0026quot;W-what?\u0026quot; A short glance is sent over her shoulder to Eira. \u0026quot;I...\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ewhat\u003C/span\u003E?!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:00:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495832437,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis laughed a little before he finally released inside of Luna. Even gave her a few scratches behind her ear\u0026apos;s then looked at every one else. \u0026quot; Very good Luna. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:02:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495832554,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold removes her mouth from his length and bows a bit \u0026quot;Thank you master. Did I please you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:07:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495832847,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira blinked rapidly, unable to look away from Eve\u0026apos;s lovely petite body. She was too clouded last night to fully mind Eve\u0026apos;s appearance but she was of sound mind in that moment. Strong of arm and skin kissed so lovingly by the sun. She was almost polar opposite to Eira\u0026apos;s own figure in almost all ways. Perhaps that was what held her attention but she carefully stepped towards the other woman and reached out with hesitant fingers, confusion in her blue eyes. \u0026quot;Y-your shirt?\u0026quot; She questioned, forcing her eyes to meet Eve\u0026apos;s since that was much more polite than ogling her like some craven man.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:16:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495833417,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Therazine would today grace his tavern, this hideaway of interesting origins and depraved history. A form, clad in cloth and leather alike, with thick, heavy boots trudging through the rainy mud of the evening drizzle. The raindrops drummed against her had, a constant hum of annoyance to her, and one of many motivators to find shelter, a warm meal, and a hot bath. Preferably, two out of three would be wonderful at least... Her entry into the abode was a little more on the discreet way though, for the most part, trudging inside, standing wide-legged for a moment, or two, in silence.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen, removing her hat, her head and in fact all of her shook the droplets off. Everything from her tail to her ears and hair holding plenty of water to relinquish, making a wet mess of the already soggy entrance porch. Then, it was the shoes. Yuck, the wet, sloppy suction of one foot after the other being removed carried with a wet, and gross noise, giving a inkling of an idea to the girl\u0026apos;s predicaments, before the heavy boot thumped against the floor, finally removed. Her freed toes wiggled, free from everything saved the soggy, wet, woolen socks of hers. Gurh, this would be a long day yet...",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:17:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495833453,                "user": "Therazine"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold watches as the new person walked in. The naked fox\u0026apos;s tail wagged \u0026quot;Can I get you anything? A towel some hot coffee?\u0026quot; she asked as she brushed something off her shoulder.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:22:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495833746,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith gives Therazine quite the entry. The petite and slender woman is currently lacking a shirt and shoes, leaving her feet and torso bare for all to see. Caramel eyes remain fixed on Eira, her hand twitching as if it wants to reach up to the woman in turn. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s alright. I can get it,\u0026quot; Eve says, staring for a few moments longer. Gradually, a faint blush kisses its way onto her cheeks, adding a rosy sheen to the olive.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe door opening broke the spell. Eve turns her head swiftly, half expecting Bryce to make an appearance and yet another proclamation. Suddenly self-conscious, both arms dart up to cover her meager bosom. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;ve been here before, you know this isn\u0026apos;t the weirdest thing to walk in on,\u0026quot; Eve says to Therazine with a mild grin, trying to shatter the awkwardness.",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:25:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495833907,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails showed her pressence again. This time wrapped in blanket and under the couch as it were.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:26:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495833960,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Tamrissa stepped from the quiet comfort of the room that she had been dragged into two days prior. A set of small hands moved to slide over the undine\u0026apos;s face as she tried to come to terms with her new lot in life. It wasn\u0026apos;t every day that you were given the.jpgt of being able to leave the streams of home behind to explore the world, only to have a collar slapped around your throat and be made into some sort of breeding tool. Not that the small creature had even fully understood such a thing; she was now a slave and had the joy of trying to navigate those waters without making things infinitely worse than they already were.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo there she stood, just outside of a door that lead to a room that was meant for her to lay within whenever she was allowed such a thing, with her hands trying to wipe away the trace elements of sleep that had clumped in the corner of her eyes. Wearing nothing more than a white dress which had held a tear to show off the softness of her pale thighs and a stain or two from the man that had laid his claim on her. Uncertainty had lingered in her golden gaze as she attempted to muck through the waters of her mind to figure out what exactly she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to do it, and if she could escape before Aetharis figured out she was missing.",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:28:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495834112,                "user": "Tamrissa"            },            {                "content": "Therazine froze, eyes blinking, her gaze affixed to... Nudity. Female nudity. A slow, wet, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Esloooorp\u003C/span\u003E was her only reply, her other, wet boot hitting the floor as before she relieved herself of her equally sloppy pair of socks. Then, she\u0026apos;d get to her feet, steadying herself up with a huff or two, and a groan, trudging past the sight before her, and heading for Luna. \u0026quot;Here,\u0026quot; she said, her facial expression one of the stoic nature, seemingly far too disgruntled to make a scene out of the prior sight that met her for the time being, instead holding up her footworks for the fox. Well, somebody had to deal with these. And if it could be somebody else than herself, then that was Gucci.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So uh, you serve patrons here with room and a bath, maybe? I\u0026apos;ve got some spare coin if you could set me up. I\u0026apos;m just, uh, a little on the lazy side today I think. Need to freshen up before anything, mhm?\u0026quot; Her tail dragged over the floor behind her, slowly. Weighed down by dripping waters, it reflected her own state of mind, currently; dragging across the floorboards.",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:33:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495834383,                "user": "Therazine"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira too had been forced to look away from Eve as the new comer entered the room though she was slightly glad that whatever spell had laid claim to Eve\u0026apos;s senses was gone enough that she felt the need to cover her breasts. The blonde licked her lips as she moved to pick up Eve\u0026apos;s shirt and hand it back to her in both hands, her own face shaded a right scarlet color as she looked down at her own hands so that she could prevent herself from staring. \u0026quot;Um... Eve... When you have a moment...th-that is if you want to... Can we speak privately? I...\u0026quot; She pasued and swallowed hard to steady her nerves. She felt fond of Eve. In the short time she had grown to consider the red head a good friend but she didnt want to ruin what friendship they could have or...whatever other feelings that could bloom. \u0026quot;Please?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:40:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495834842,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold takes her footwear and bows \u0026quot;I shall get these dry for you. I know what to do.\u0026quot; she glances over her shoulder for a moment \u0026quot;And yes we have a room with a bath. That will be 25 silver. It is the best room available. Would you like me to prefer a bath for you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:41:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495834873,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Tamrissa dampened her lips as she looked towards those who had been gathered within the walls of the tavern. Bare, dirty feet shuffled around on the floor as she worked to ensure that she would not be within their path or easily spotted. It didn\u0026apos;t take long for the willowy-wisp of a woman to find the comfort of a wall to push back against, settling the length of her spine against it\u0026apos;s presence as she fell into a form of casual observation.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:43:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495834989,                "user": "Tamrissa"            },            {                "content": "Therazine followed up on the other\u0026apos;s obedient response with a quaint little \u0026quot;Yes please,\u0026quot; accentuated with a relieved sigh at the prospect of it all. Procuring her own pouch, she rummaged through her belongings, fetching up enough for the price, and a little extra, for the darling in charge of her services. \u0026quot;And be a angel and bring up a drying rack as well, if you please. A bath sounds heavenlyyyyy.\u0026quot; She wrung her hat by the doorway, squeezing free a small, washing flow of water, splattering across the woodwork in a small cascade, before turning to remove her coat, drape it over her arm, and idly prance through the establishment to follow the hired maid or whatever to whatever room she\u0026apos;d procure.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:49:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495835353,                "user": "Therazine"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith takes Therazine\u0026apos;s lack of comment as a good response. Still red over her cheeks, she reaches out to retrieve her shirt from Eira. \u0026quot;Sure,\u0026quot; the ginger says, gesturing softly with a motion of her head for them to take a seat before the fireplace. Eve quickly tugs the green fabric over her bare flesh, the narrow slip of her figure and slight swell of her breasts only shown for another few seconds before they\u0026apos;re concealed once more. \u0026quot;What\u0026apos;s up, Eira?\u0026quot; Eve figures this is secluded enough.\n",               "date": "2017-05-26T23:52:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495835567,                "user": "Eve Smith"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 26., péntek, 17:34:03"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Jack and Varn ~ Varn growled with discontent as the canid pup decided to test his patience, his eyes visibly growing darker and more prominent in their piercing glare. \u0026quot;... I\u0026apos;ll come over there, and make you pour me another drink. How\u0026apos;s that sound?\u0026quot; Once he was angry, there was no telling what the man would do. The feline ears atop his head twitched lightly as they shimmered into existence, as did his tail -- newly materialized -- sway wickedly with sinister intent. Jack did not decide to show his feline traits, however, opting to remain calm and diffuse the situation himself. \u0026quot;Here, dummy,\u0026quot; he barked at the short-tempered buffoon next to him, thrusting his mug in his direction. \u0026quot;Ale for your troubles, sir,\u0026quot; he quipped insultingly, directly glaring at his brother at this point. Varn snatched the mug and began to guzzle it down, the alcohol seeming to placate his anger for a time. The telltale signs of his descent from what could potentially be literal madness was the way his face softened, his eyes lightened up and his tail came to a gradual slow. Shaking his head, Jack tutted in disappointment. \u0026quot;Now what am I going to do every time you two are in the same room?\u0026quot; With that said, he actually couldn\u0026apos;t help but laugh at the notion. A short-tempered older man and a sassy younger girl... fighting... at a tavern... in the middle of nowhere. \u0026quot;BA HA HA HA!!\u0026quot; erupted from Jack, the mere thought of it driving him over the edge. It was just too silly, and admittedly, somewhat cute. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s like you were put in this realm to bug him! Well done, Emma!\u0026quot; There was a hint of admiration in both his tone, and the way he looked at her. Jack was surely the kinder, cooler of the two.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T10:43:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495874614,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee watched as brother across the bar glared up at her, obviously displeased at her rather abrupt refusal to get him his drink. Her ears perked up a little bit as he manifested some rather catlike traits, the tail catching her eye more than anything else. She couldn\u0026apos;t help but laugh a little bit as Jack attempted to intervene handing his drink to Varn. She shook her head listening to jacks laughter. \u0026quot;Thanks, I pride myself on being a pest sometimes.\u0026quot; She chuckles and glances to Varn. \u0026quot;Give your brother his mug back, if you\u0026apos;d looked you would have seen that your drink\u0026apos;s already been refilled.\u0026quot; She said gesturing to the mug on the table. If either of them looked closely at Emma they\u0026apos;d probably notice a thin mist evaporating off her skin, almost like steam.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T10:52:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495875128,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had long since left her room. What occupied Mary\u0026apos;s time today was laying in a booth, surrounded by three bottles of liquor. Was she unconscious? No... not yet. She stared up at the ceiling lifelessly. What was going through her head? What was she feeling?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIt was impossible to tell. Something had been robbed from her at a fundamental level, and she no longer seemed to be the same person. If she had actually been drinking from all three bottles, she should very well be dead, by humantype standards.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe only proof that she wasn\u0026apos;t was the occasional motion to splash more into herself.",               "date": "2017-05-27T10:52:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495875148,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond only seemed to leave the room somewhat later. All dressed up, he left the room, and despite having slept for so long... he still felt and looked tired. As if something robbed him of his sleep, as if all that energy he gained from sleeping simply vanished. He had the face of someone exhausted and sleepy... or it\u0026apos;s just that he just woke up, and he needs an hour or two to actually warm in and make use of the energy he had gained.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he went out of the room, towards the bar counter, sitting down as soon as he could, then putting his head to the counter. \u0026quot;I want to sleep more...\u0026quot; he whined and mumbled in a barely intelligible manner, completely oblivious about his wife\u0026apos;s state of mind. Or the fact that she may kill him now.",               "date": "2017-05-27T10:56:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495875397,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn ~ Varn hissed at the mere thought of returning the mug he now drank deeply from, immediately taking hold of the other one to begin drinking just as deeply from that. And now, poor Jack was left with no mug at all! \u0026quot;Bollocks,\u0026quot; murmured the white-haired fellow, planting his elbow onto the countertop with the side of his face nudged into his palm. \u0026quot;Best we don\u0026apos;t put any more ...\u0026quot; he cut himself off, staring onward at the young woman while she spoke. He had, indeed, noticed that she\u0026apos;d given off a faint, trilling wisp of mist. He was both perplexed and curious, his eyes widening briefly before he simply outright placed his hands on the countertop and leapt over. \u0026quot;What was that?\u0026quot; he purred, taking a step closer -- not so close he\u0026apos;d invade Emma\u0026apos;s space, but close enough to get a better look at her. He stood at about six feet, two inches tall, so even as she sat atop the keg it was unlikely he\u0026apos;d be any less than eyelevel with her. \u0026quot;Forget Varn...\u0026quot; he breathed in exasperation.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:03:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495875810,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii briefly turned her head as she laid in the booth, to notice Stephanus... and what a strange series of thoughts went through her head. This should be the moment when she flies up out of the booth, bursts out of her clothes and devours him whole...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E... but that never happened, partially due to the fact that she was not that incredible. What she knew was that he either lost interest in her entirely after making his claim, or didn\u0026apos;t notice her.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIn her alcoholic unconsciousness, he had removed her clothes and done unspeakable things, using her as he liked... and worst of all, filled her with his children. Mary was no longer a virgin... and she had absolutely no memory of the encounter. Not in the least. \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E She didn\u0026apos;t know if she enjoyed it, hated it, or didn\u0026apos;t care for it - because the memory wasn\u0026apos;t there.\u003C/span\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ENo, she wouldn\u0026apos;t attack him. She\u0026apos;d stay right where she was. \u0026apos;As long as I don\u0026apos;t move, he won\u0026apos;t know I\u0026apos;m here\u0026apos;, she thought to herself.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:05:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495875950,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took his head up, scanned around, albeit either because he has just woken up, or because of something else, his vision was blurred, preventing him from noticing anything - such as his beloved wife Mary. \u0026quot;Barkeep, I need some whiskey... barkeep...\u0026quot; he mumbled, oblivious to the fact there\u0026apos;s ain\u0026apos;t no barkeep in the booth. Then he tried his best to focus, and scan again. Still nothing amiss, save for the lack of a barkeep.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he stood up, and went into the behind of the counter, hopefully not stepping onto anyone. If Mary didn\u0026apos;t obstruct him, he\u0026apos;d remain oblivious to her presence, focusing only on getting a bottle of whatever - any alcoholic drink, whatever comes into his hand first - then getting back to his chair, and drinking. Given how Mary desperately wants not to be noticed by him... it may be her lucky day.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:12:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495876345,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee chuckled as Varn instead snatched up the second mug possessively. She nodded in agreement, though didn\u0026apos;t really speak as Jack commented on the drinking of his brother. She continued sipping at her drink, barely noticing as he leapt over the countertop, stepping closer to her. She glanced down towards jack as he examined her inquiring about what he\u0026apos;d seen. Emma let out a soft chuckle before setting her mug down next to her on the barrel. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s my magic. More or less a side effect of me using my magic.\u0026quot; She explained, though she didn\u0026apos;t want to confuse Jack by getting too in depth about it. After a moment she\u0026apos;d hand jack her own drink allowing him to finish it if he chose. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t drink often, and mainly just drink a small amount.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:14:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495876450,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii wouldn\u0026apos;t intervene. She would barely breathe. Laying there, she would focus her attention on Emma, Jack and Varn. From a distance, she\u0026apos;d quietly comment:\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Wow. Magic.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThere was nothing else to say. This would typically be the part where she would jump in and tell them to have a crazy threesome... but she just didn\u0026apos;t have it in her anymore.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:22:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495876940,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn ~ Jack took a much closer look at Emma before promptly leaning back, gladly accepting the gracious offering. With a polite, steady and gentle hand he received the mug from the younger woman, proceeding to down the remainder of the contents. It warmed him to the point of being completely content, though he still had more questions regarding her magic. \u0026quot;Magic, huh? What kind of magic can you use?\u0026quot; His curiosity was really beginning to show now, He, too, was a being of magic and mystique, but there was something about the way that the ether seeped from her pores after she\u0026apos;d used it that made her seem oddly... vulnerable? He couldn\u0026apos;t place his finger on it just yet. Varn, on the other hand, seemed to be looking onward intently having now finished his drinks. Plural. Gods be shunned, nothing would stop him if he went off on a tangent now. \u0026quot;Oi, why were you steaming?\u0026quot; he slurred much more prominently now, staring blearily ahead -- his eyes weren\u0026apos;t even focused properly on the young lady, more like they were attempting to and failing to do so. None the less, every other one of his senses was actually sharper than before now that he was so thoroughly intoxicated.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:24:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495877099,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sat down, opened the bottle, and began drinking. Quite the large amount of alcohol. And just a little bit of drinking, and it seemed like he magically got energized and got a normal, unblurred vision. Rather than getting drunk, it seems like that alcoholic beverage had a sobering effect on him, making him finally look and sound like someone who actually had a decent amount of sleep.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I wonder where my beautiful wife is... I have to see her again.\u0026quot; he said out loud, before scanning around again. Or did he even scan around again? No, he did not. In fact, he... he actually did scan around after uttering that sentence and glugging another bit of that alcoholic beverage. No, the bottle ain\u0026apos;t pink.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;M-Mary?!\u0026quot; he reacted with utter surprise upon seeing an individual very much resembling her laying in the booth. Or on the booth? Hell would he know.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:29:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495877345,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee nodded slowly. \u0026quot;I use Aether Magic, centered around my memories.\u0026quot; She spoke. \u0026quot;Memorymancy, I remembered when his drink was full and made it full again.\u0026quot; She stretched out a little bit before dropping down from the large barrel as Varn questioned her as well about the steam. \u0026quot;I can only pull so much Aether into my body at a time, and often times it seeps out as I hold it. That\u0026apos;s what the \u0026apos;steam\u0026apos; was.\u0026quot; She explained.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:31:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495877486,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii sat up from the booth. Somewhere in her mind, she had stopped caring about what was proper and right - and thus, she didn\u0026apos;t lay on the cushioning.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E \u0026quot;I suppose it only makes sense that you wouldn\u0026apos;t up and leave.\u0026quot; \u003C/span\u003E She spoke, with only enough volume to hear herself... alas, an idea came to her. She had to stop these events from happening again; at a profound level, she was terrified. Scooping up her three bottles liquor, she\u0026apos;d join Emma, Jack and Varn - on the opposite side from Stephanus. He\u0026apos;d have to get through them to get to her... or, alternatively, go around.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Wow! As time goes on, you\u0026apos;re eventually going... going to magic time backwards to yesterday, unaware that you\u0026apos;re killing our world with your infinite time loop.\u0026quot; She nodded. \u0026quot;I hope that, you, uh. Don\u0026apos;t...\u0026quot; She was about to say that she wished Emma didn\u0026apos;t grow that strong, but really, what did Mary have left to lose?\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t want to relive this day for the rest of my life. Please pick a better day.\u0026quot; \u003C/span\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:38:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495877880,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. Apparently, it was the wrong time to even try to talk to his wife. However, the determination he previously had, the energy - like when he would just glomp her and kiss her neck out of blue... those are nowhere to be found right now, at this moment. Rather than being determined and attempting to get to his wife... he knew it would be for the best if he did not do it this time, and just left, temporarily. So he grabbed the bottle, and started marching for the entrance, while downing all what was left in the bottle.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EIt was a rather loud and strong walk, and the expression he had on his face was that of disappointment, if anyone could see it... which is easier said than done, given how he had his stretched-out arm and the bottle of booze that was in his hand, connected to his mouth basically obstructing view of his face.\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so he would exit the tavern, for now.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:43:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495878227,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn both turned their attention briefly from Emma to peer at Mary, whom seemed to have appeared out of thin air. She brought booze with her, though they doubted they\u0026apos;d be getting any. While Varn kept his attention on the new arrival, Jack turned his attention back to Emma. \u0026quot;Well then, that\u0026apos;s a very interesting power you have there. We can use magic, but... it\u0026apos;s not terribly strong unfortunately.\u0026quot; With that explanation out of the way, he proceeded to offer his hand out to the young canid woman, hoping to seal their meeting and become proper acquaintances.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIn the meantime, Varn leaned obtrusively close to Mary, looking her up and down before getting right in her face. \u0026quot;Where did this sweet little number come from, hm?\u0026quot; he enunciated rather... unclearly, one of his hands rising slowly to drape over the female\u0026apos;s head. He began to gently, affectionately stroke at her hair -- not totally Varn-like, but then he was all sorts of unpredictable when he was intoxicated. So far, so good.. At least he wasn\u0026apos;t trying to rape the poor girl.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:45:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495878332,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee glances over at Mary before shaking her head. \u0026quot;Sadly I\u0026apos;m not even nearly that powerful. The most I can do is my physical condition or a few other items.\u0026quot; She said, though that wasn\u0026apos;t exactly the truth. After a moment she turned back to face Jack.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe nodded as Jack explained how he used magic. She blushed as the young wolf noticed him holding his hand out, offering her own to him. Even though she talked a lot, she was rather nervous when it came to being around people. She didn\u0026apos;t seem to be paying too much mind to Varn. \u0026quot;Thanks. It takes a lot of focus though to use my power.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:55:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495878940,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii stared at Stephanus as he left. Good. This was good. Mary started to slowly feel the alcohol in her blood work its magic... or should I say blood in her alcohol? \u0026quot;Oh, uh.\u0026quot; He said something... nice to her? \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not sweet anymore.\u0026quot; In all truth, she was confused. About everything.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EUntil she was touched. Almost as if it was rehearsed, she took one liquor bottle into her hand by the top and crashed it into the bar. Shards of glass peppered the floor wildly, along with her hand getting perfectly sliced into fine pieces. Perhaps, in her mind, she had thought this would give her some sort of impromptu knife? Nay, the handle she was holding broke into shards and cut her hand...\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E... which she didn\u0026apos;t quite notice yet, as she held out her bloody hand towards Varn. She definitely still thought she had a knife. \u0026quot;My bitch,\u0026quot; she would start, \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think you know who chooses who gets raped around here.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that\u0026apos;s when she woke up.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EEven with more clarity, she had no idea why she was holding her hand towards Varn... if one could call it a hand anymore. More of a glass holster, really.",               "date": "2017-05-27T11:57:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495879036,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn ~ Jack politely, gently shook Emma\u0026apos;s hand. He could tell she was flustered, but he decided that was nothing more than a superficial reaction on the surface of a girl whom had not much interaction with other people before... or maybe just not a lot of physical interaction. \u0026quot;Why don\u0026apos;t you and I go take a seat, get to know each other a little better? Making friends never hurt, huh?\u0026quot; His eyes were fixated on her face at this point, and his hand still had not left hers. Perhaps he was being overly nice, or maybe just pushy, but he sincerely did want to make her feel welcomed in his presence.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EOn the other hand, Varn was dealing with what seemed like a particularly feisty woman. While small, she seemed vicious. \u0026quot;What?!\u0026quot; he spouted, stumbling backward for a moment. His hand hadn\u0026apos;t left Mary\u0026apos;s head, but he was still slightly off balance. He couldn\u0026apos;t help it though.... When she barked at him, spouted her nonsense, held up her empty though bloodied hand. \u0026quot;AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! YOU\u0026apos;VE GOT SPUNK, GIRL!\u0026quot; he shouted obnoxiously, speaking a clear sentence for the first time in a good twenty minutes or so. Now this was a girl he could really take a liking to -- she was a monster, clearly! \u0026quot;Your hand ain\u0026apos;t gonna last long like that, girly,\u0026quot; he breathed, patting her head once before wrapping his arm right around her shoulders. \u0026quot;Now, do you want me to fix that up for you, or you gonna try to pull another stunt on me? No one said nothin\u0026apos; about rape.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:10:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495879809,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee nodded a little bit at Jacks suggestion to sit down and make friends. \u0026quot;Alright, I should be ok with that.\u0026quot; She said with a smile \u0026quot;Though i don\u0026apos;t know how long i will be staying here. I do have a few things I need to do back home.\u0026quot; She said before walking over to an empty table in the middle of the general area. He was right about having friends, and how beneficial it would be not only to her, but potentially to him for the two of them to get to know eachother.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:13:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495880013,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii stared at her hand. She tried to open it - and with some success. The glass shards peeled the flesh open, as blood poured out like a fountain. Once her hand was open it was visible how bad this had become - various shards sticking out, through, and falling from her hand.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd she was still being petted. Like a toy... like an object. Like the object that she was, existing to be used. That\u0026apos;s why he raped her, after all. With more crinkling of glass, she\u0026apos;d put one finger upwards: \u0026quot;Limit one stunt per day. You\u0026apos;re going to have to wait for tomorrow. Uh, enjoy... the lovebirds. While you wait for tomorrow.\u0026quot; Of course, she was referencing Jack and Emma.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;d bat away at Varn with her glass hand, with complete disregard for the fact that if she did hit him, it would likely tear her hand even further apart. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going back to bed.\u0026quot; Mary turned right around from the group and headed towards her room.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe didn\u0026apos;t even take care of her bleeding hand. There was a horrific trail of blood pooling on the floor and now leading towards her room. \u0026quot;So tired.\u0026quot; Halfway there, she would detour back to grab the two remaining liquor bottles with her other hand, and then double-back to go back to her room.",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:19:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495880366,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn ~ Jack followed along behind Emma toward the table they would decidedly occupy, sitting down across from her so that he might properly converse with her for a time before she did decide to head home. Having plopped down, he cast his glance over to her face where he kept it steady. \u0026quot;Where is home, Emma? Out in the countryside or further into the city?\u0026quot; he inquired curiously. He wasn\u0026apos;t looking for specifics per se, just a general idea. One had to wonder: was she a city girl, or a country girl? It really would decide for him how best to treat her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMeanwhile, Varn was entirely too perplexed by the seemingly disoriented young woman whom had at once stumbled in, broken a bottle, tore open her hand, and stumbled away. \u0026quot;What in the...\u0026quot; he said, his arm suddenly vacant. Wherever she took off to, he was GOING to follow, and that\u0026apos;s precisely what he did... or so he thought. Eventually he ended up outside of the tavern, wandering off in the direction of the deep, green forest to the south.",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:37:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495881432,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii dragged herself into her room, struggling to open the door with such a slippery handle. What followed after was the sound of a lock, followed by suspicious silence. She didn\u0026apos;t bother to bandage herself up at all.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary was now unconscious on her bed, for one of many different reasons. Only the gods knew if she was going to make it through the night.",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:40:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495881647,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee smiled softly before leaning back, yawning a litttle bit. \u0026quot;Well, home isn\u0026apos;t really here.\u0026quot; She said softly. \u0026quot;I live mainly in a forest, though if you really want to know, home is in another realm.\u0026quot; She glanced at him a smile forming on her lips. \u0026quot;What about you?\u0026quot; She asked. \u0026quot;Where are you from?\u0026quot; She leaned forwards her chin resting on her hands which were propped on the table.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:47:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495882071,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn ~ Jack quirked an eyebrow quizzically in response to Emma\u0026apos;s declaration of having been from another realm. \u0026quot;Funny you should say that,\u0026quot; he replied in a calm, knowing voice. \u0026quot;I, too, am from another realm. In fact, I\u0026apos;m not even a whole person anymore.\u0026quot; He tilted his head at this admission, gazing at the carefree femme with a certain sort of delight, having been able to get that off his chest. \u0026quot;My brother and I were once a whole being together. We hail from the realm of the Magi, the same as Camille... That witch.\u0026quot; A pleasant smile crossed his face at this point, leaning back in his chair with one arm draped over the back of the chair.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EVarn was nowhere to be found.",               "date": "2017-05-27T12:52:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495882322,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Emma Jubilee nods as she ponders about the witch she had seen a day or so prior. After a moment she took a deep breath. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m from the realm of Naya, the land of the Colossus.\u0026quot; She spoke. The name could lead to any sort of assumptions about the realm. \u0026quot;Also I can\u0026apos;t honestly say I\u0026apos;m sure of how I feel about the witch.\u0026quot; She muttered. After a moment she glanced around. \u0026quot;Wait a second, where IS your brother?\u0026quot; She asked, having missed it when he walked out.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T13:03:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495882982,                "user": "Emma Jubilee"            },            {                "content": "Jack and Varn listened intently as his canine companion spoke, tapping his chin thoughtfully when she mentioned \u0026apos;the land of the Colossus\u0026apos;. That sounded really interesting, though potentially hazardous... Jeez, maybe he SHOULDN\u0026apos;T go there any time soon. \u0026quot;Naya, huh? Uh... Well, if you got to know her she might not be so bad. She\u0026apos;s pretty nice... mostly. She can be scary though, definitely. I think she\u0026apos;s actually also pissed a few people off - not that we haven\u0026apos;t as well, but... well, let\u0026apos;s just say that\u0026apos;s been taken car- ... You\u0026apos;re right, where the hell did he go?\u0026quot; At the mention of Varn\u0026apos;s absence, Jack began to search around the room with his eyes, turning his head this way and that to try and determine the whereabouts of his wandering, drunken sibling. In the end, wherever he wandered off to, he would definitely end up wandering back, so it really wasn\u0026apos;t too concerning... Still, the idiot might light the forest on fire. \u0026quot;Well, that\u0026apos;s somewhat worrisome,\u0026quot; he stated rather nonchalantly, a smile turning the corners of his mouth up.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EVarn was somewhere on the other side of a forest clearing where he found many beautiful women... This could not possibly end well.",               "date": "2017-05-27T13:07:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495883241,                "user": "Jack and Varn"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails it seems that the small lady was aggrovated as she marched for the strange man. She raised her hand with the fury of a hundred men in her hands as she swirled it through the air towards the mans cheek. His armor would protect his from a lot but such a sneak attack from the little lady. The hand hit its mark with furious force causing wrinkles to go over the others face as she pushrd her hand further. Once the others face was turned and her hand burned from the strike she sniffed out loudly offended. \u0026quot;You wanna be a ground sniffer, fine! But leave my voices alone!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T19:18:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495905529,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 27., szombat, 10:42:55"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his way into the tavern, after another day of doing... stuff. The usual appearence, the usual rather tired face, albeit not as tired as last time. And this time, he is actually carrying two swords, and there seems to be a tiny lump in one of his pockets. He makes his way to the bar counter, as usual, and... sits down. As usual. Once again, he is expecting his wife.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:06:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495911989,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii wandered into the establishment from outside. She had a large basket containing many braided materials... odd. And for once, she wasn\u0026apos;t drunk. She did note Stephanus was in the room, but she wouldn\u0026apos;t bother him.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EComfortably seated next to the fireplace, she\u0026apos;d start weaving her materials together. She was making a rope; by now, she had already made ten feet of it. Another fifteen to go, and she\u0026apos;d have some rope.",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:09:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495912179,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith chooses this moment to enter the tavern. As familiar as she is with the two love birds, she finds it curious to see two weapons at Stephanus\u0026apos; sides and Mary to be sitting away from him. She walks over to her usual (thankfully vacant) armchair and sits down across from Mary, one brow lifted as she studies the other woman. \u0026quot;Is the rope for something in particular?\u0026quot; Though common sense tells her it\u0026apos;s likely best not to know, her curiosity gets the best of her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:12:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495912335,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond scanned around before bothering to order drinks... and he noticed his wife. It is high time to talk to his wife - he noted. So he would make his way towards her, hoping not to scare away her this time. He was really hoping, internally praying that she will not run away from him and won\u0026apos;t be scared away by his mere presence.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;My love...\u0026quot; he said to her, when he got close enough, as softly as he could contort those vocal chords of his that have long gotten used to producing a deeper, rougher voice than this. \u0026quot;I need to talk to you. Please, don\u0026apos;t run away...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EThat is all he said. Nothing else yet.",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:12:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495912364,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was very busy with her ropework. It wasn\u0026apos;t a fine rope one might use for... certain activities... but rather, a plain old rope. For construction... or other things. As Eve showed up first, she\u0026apos;d reply to her: \u0026quot;Um. No.\u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E That was a lie, plain and simple.\u003C/span\u003E \u0026quot;After what happened... I just need a way to get my mind off of things. I usually drink, but...\u0026quot; With a deep breath, she\u0026apos;d elaborate: \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think now is the time for that.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EUsually, Mary was nothing but cheer. Now she wasn\u0026apos;t. She was nothing but misery, contained in one small woman. Her joy was taken from her. With Stephanus appearing, she wouldn\u0026apos;t run. She would just keep weaving. \u0026quot;I think I forgive you, when everything is said and done.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I must have deserved this.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:17:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495912672,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith slides her gaze over the rope, making sure not to look at the man or woman. Something had happened to cause such a stir between the two. \u0026quot;It looks good,\u0026quot; Eve says, glancing at the fire. Already, her mind considers standing and moving away. She stands. If they don\u0026apos;t say anything, Eve will hurriedly move away. Too much drama. So much nope.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:21:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495912885,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks at Mary frowning. \u0026quot;I must have upset you greatly to make you such a frowner.\u0026quot; and took out \u003Ca href=\"https://sketchfab.com/models/d0cb857000db4628b681fece2aef2df5\"\u003Eone of the swords he was carrying\u003C/a\u003E, putting it down to the ground next to Mary, while keeping \u003Ca href=\"https://sketchfab.com/models/3722c4d08d8c4a198a564e8ea367cd30\"\u003Ehis other sword back in the scabbard\u003C/a\u003E. Then he took out a golden ring with a diamond on it, and put it next to the sword.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;These are yours.\u0026quot; he said, deliberately not telling that he is trying to make up for whatever he did to anger Mary so much. The ring and the sword - those are Mary\u0026apos;s now. He has no idea that he basically made one big opening - if she wanted to, she could easily pick up the sword and stab him in the gut with it.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What must I do to bring a smile onto your beautiful face again?\u0026quot; he asked the question from Mary.",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:25:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495913155,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii stopped weaving for a moment. She was given a legitimate ring, and... and a sword she would never use. Mary never wanted to hurt other people. She was a simple person: \u0026quot;For starters, you could have, perhaps, not raped me.\u0026quot; Eve was still there, but Mary didn\u0026apos;t really care about her surroundings anymore.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ECalm as the water on a still pond in the early hours of the day, she\u0026apos;d elaborate as she went back to working on her rope: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m pregnant. And... I don\u0026apos;t remember any of it.\u0026quot; She pulled the section of rope she was working on - it held, and became tidy as force was applied. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know if I hated it, I don\u0026apos;t know if I liked it... and this whole time, I simply admired everyone around here. Freely enjoying their sex, and eachother. Because, outside of this place... people save their virginity for their sacred union.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;This is why I will never smile again. You\u0026apos;ve turned me into a hen; just some animal that lays eggs for you. Your animal.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:35:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495913758,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked down. That day, he was unsure what he was doing... He remembers doing it, but he has no real knowledge how did he feel at the time, other than that he clearly must have enjoyed it. \u0026quot;I am sorry. I know, saying that won\u0026apos;t do anything...\u0026quot; he started.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen she anounced that she is pregnant. Part of him was still saddened by his wife\u0026apos;s sadness, but another part of him wanted to celebrate fatherhood... and another part of him felt guilty for wanting to even celebrate anything at all in such a time. Very guilty.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... I will take care of the child. I take responsibility for everything.\u0026quot; he anounced to her. \u0026quot;I... I... I know, it will not mean anything to you, but I still love you... I love you more than anything. I\u0026apos;d be willing to die for you.\u0026quot; he tried the typical corny stock confessions, although he actually meant them. Despite the frown, he had some audible passion when confessing his love for Mary. \u0026quot;What must I do to make up for it? I would give anything to put a smile on your beautiful face again! For me, you are the most important...\u0026quot; he said.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I have erred... I have failed... I made it my life goal to put a smile onto your beautiful face, and I have utterly failed at that task...\u0026quot; he said, slower and less loudly now. \u0026quot;I will take responsibility and take care of the child. You can abandon me, if that is your wish. Just please do not harm the unborn child.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003ETruth be told, until this point, he questioned if Mary could even get pregnant to begin with, given how she was a special kind of creature. But he believes her.",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:44:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495914290,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had just finished her rope. Twenty five feet of it, and as she pulled on it, it hadn\u0026apos;t unraveled. Not the best rope in the world, but it was a pretty good rope. \u0026quot;You don\u0026apos;t seem to understand,\u0026quot; as she stood up with the rope in her hand: \u0026quot;Stephanus, I am an alcoholic. Even if I wanted to and tried my hardest - you may have a child, but he or she will have all the afflictions. The afflictions that come with mothers that partake in the bottle.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe took a moment to look at the ring on the table... and think of the worth of it. The worth of it to him, in gold pieces and also emotionally. Staring down at it, she\u0026apos;d get caught thinking... for nearly ten seconds. It seems she made up her mind on something. Scooping up the ring, she neatly put it on her finger. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re very serious about all of this. Alright.\u0026quot; The fakest smile that she could muster crawled upon her face - Mary was never a good liar. She lived and surfed upon the truths of the world that she lived upon: \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s start with... going into town. We\u0026apos;ll visit somewhere exotic, get some different food than what we\u0026apos;re used to, and talk things over.\u0026quot; How unnerving that look was on her face; the attempt at a smile that covered her face, and her lies.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What I need you to do, is to go ready a horse, perhaps two if you don\u0026apos;t think it could carry both of us. In the meantime, I\u0026apos;m going to go get changed for the event.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary took her new rope to her room. \u0026quot;This might take a minute, so be patient!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T21:57:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495915075,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith seems to have frozen in place, rooted by the news. Steph...rape? \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EGood hell. Everyone\u0026apos;s doing it!\u003C/span\u003E The twist of pregnancy makes her nearly faint with shock. And Mary\u0026apos;s an alcoholic?! That would explain so much. \u0026quot;w-what...?\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;s so confused. Mary goes upstairs and Eve fights the temptation to follow her. Instead, she turns to stare at Stephanus. \u0026quot;WHAT DID YOU DO?!\u0026quot; Her hand lifts and aims to slap him across the face. \u0026quot;After all the shit you\u0026apos;ve seen around here, you raped your wife?!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:00:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495915248,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not care that the child would have the mother\u0026apos;s afflictions. What he cared about was fairness. A typical young hopeless romantic, and idealist, all about \u0026apos;fairness\u0026apos; and \u0026apos;justice\u0026apos;. But that figures, given how he\u0026apos;s a paladin. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t care. You are still my one and only wife, and our children are my flesh and blood.\u0026quot; he replied to her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Yes, I am very serious about it. You are the only thing that matters to me.\u0026quot; he tried to reiterate his point to Mary, giving into her lie that her fake smile was. He nodded to her suggestions about going into town, talking things over. His blood level and heartbeat was dropping, calming down, even going as far as kissing her on the cheek until she took her rope and started to go to her room. \u0026quot;Wait!\u0026quot; he said, but then...\n\u003Cbr\u003E... then he got interrupted by Eve, who slapped him. That sure made a sound, but he couldn\u0026apos;t really reply to Eve. \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s no time to explain that!\u0026quot; he yelled back and took out his sword, running towards the room Mary went in - possibly even pushing Eve away forcefully (or magically), if she tries to block his way -, hoping that it\u0026apos;s not locked. And if it\u0026apos;s locked... he will try his best to bash it in, even using telekinessis to push him stronger than his physical body would allow without magic. Why? Because, despite believing Mary\u0026apos;s fake smile for a moment, he got suspicious and paranoid when he saw her taking the rope to her room, immediately assuming that she intends to commit suicide. And there he is, at the entrance of her room, with his sword in his hand, ready to cut her down from whatever she hangs herself at...\n\u003Cbr\u003EIf she really intended to commit suicide, that is. If not, then it all turns out to be an awkward misunderstanding, and he probably stands in front of a Mary who is busy changing clothes, with his sword in his hand, looking all foolish. Whatever the case, he will owe Eve an explanation.",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:06:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495915591,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii did close the door, and lock it. She took a deep breath. \u0026quot;I kind of wanted to have a drink, think things through, and have a little time to myself... but the show must go on.\u0026quot; The rope was in her hand... and on her hand, was a new ring. An expensive ring, that marked her as his for the rest of her life. \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E For the rest of her life.\u003C/span\u003E\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThus, with her door closed, barred and locked, she\u0026apos;d start her work - she grabbed a chair, set it close to the middle of the room and climbed atop it. Rope in hand, she struggled to throw it over one of the support beams towards the roofing. \u0026apos;I\u0026apos;ve got maybe ten minutes until he realizes I\u0026apos;m not out there. I guess I\u0026apos;m pretty suave abou-\u0026apos; Yep, he was crashing into the door. This wasn\u0026apos;t some reinforced, impossibly strong door - it was a standard, cheap-as-they-get tavern door, with a lock and a thick board barring it. The first couple impacts break the lock, but the beam held. He\u0026apos;d have to take the door off its hinges, which he already did a good amount of damage to.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026apos;I wonder if two minutes is enough?\u0026apos; Mary felt like she was on a time limit now, so she quickly wove the end of the rope into a noose. The last thing she remembered thinking was, \u0026apos;I hope that taking this ring made him happy. I\u0026apos;m sure he can either resell it or something, but the emotional value was worth it, I\u0026apos;m sure.\u0026apos; And then she put her head through the rope, kicked the chair away and hoped that he couldn\u0026apos;t defeat a door; a door that was quickly disintegrating with each blow.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs she choked violently, her body supported by her neck and head, she waggled fervently in the air, thinking to herself: \u0026apos;I wonder how many other people have had to do lightning-quick suicides?\u0026apos;",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:18:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495916310,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond violently bashed himself against the door with the help of his magic, which will no doubt end up dislocating his shoulder. The door was bashed in succesfully, taken out of its hinges, the barring broken completely, he rushed into the room, and have his sword fly towards the rope with telekinessis. He did not want to take chances, so instead of rushing towards her and risk her choking to death, he would use magic to make his sword fly towards the rope and cut it. Much faster. Besides, the other shoulder of his just had some hefty damage dealt to it, his sword-hand would get unbalanced and he would risk cutting at the wrong places.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he cut down Mary with magic. The rope was cut off, Mary was dropped to the floor, the sword flying back to Stephanus\u0026apos;s scabbard on its own. He\u0026apos;d rush to Mary as fast as he could and take her up into his arms, which was easier said than done - he just dislocated one of his shoulders, his left arm is useless, barely usable to carry a person. \u0026quot;Mary!\u0026quot; he said, taking his hand to her cheek. \u0026quot;Mary...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Why?\u0026quot; he asked, as he struggled to take her to her own bed. \u0026quot;Just... why?\u0026quot; that is all he could ask, after succesfully preventing her suicide. He was hoping that Eve would come in to the room following him, but either way... He now had Mary sitting or laying on her own bed - unless she resisted his touch and ran away or something (which would have been rather easy - this man just dislocated one of his shoulders while bashing in the door), and him standing up next to the bed. While nothing else was going on, he was using his telkeinssis again to untie and loosen the rope around her neck, and make it fly away from her.",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:27:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495916852,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii had been hanging for about a minute before Stephanus got inside the room. Being strangled to death, this was the phase in which she really started to feel the oxygen deprivation. Her face was discolored and she bucked and fought against the rope, desperately kicking and swinging towards walls to preserve her own life. It wasn\u0026apos;t that she wanted to; it was that her body was trying to make the demand of her to escape.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWith a swift cut to the rope, Mary fell on the floor like the one-hundred and thirty pound lump of person that she was. She didn\u0026apos;t land on her feet, but instead her side with a sickening crack. That\u0026apos;s definitely a broken rib for Mary. She remained somewhat motionless, coughing and sucking in air wildly, like a fish thrown back into the water. All on the floor.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EDespite Stephanus\u0026apos; words, she didn\u0026apos;t have a response. She couldn\u0026apos;t respond - because as it was, anything that wasn\u0026apos;t breathing right now was unimportant... furthermore, his words all sounded so far away, as if Stephanus was behind a wall or curtain or such.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBoth of them were on the floor now, both wounded by actions they themselves chose.",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:40:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495917644,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond remained close to Mary, his hand on her cheek... until he reminded himself that he had his healing magic, and could use it to remedy the situation. So he took his hand onto Mary\u0026apos;s forehead, began muttering unintelligible words, and his hand would light up. He was casting a Cure Wounds spell, and his hand would continue glowing, and he would continue uttering those unintelligible words, as his hand travelled from her forehead to her ribs, torso and hips. It is not guaranteed to unbreak her ribs, but it will definitely ease the pain and make it easier for her to breathe. He didn\u0026apos;t cast any spells on himself, even though his dislocated shoulder could be easily fixed with such a spell. But no. Not now. All his focus is on Mary.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;My love... please...\u0026quot; he was beginning her, holding her. \u0026quot;Mary...\u0026quot; all he could utter for now. No help arrived until now. No Eve. Even though her help would have been apreicated, as - thanks to his dislocated shoulder - he won\u0026apos;t be able to get Mary standing just alone. Instead, he remains with her, on the floor, trying to cast yet another Cure Wounds spell on her, just in case. \u0026quot;Please don\u0026apos;t die... I love you...\u0026quot;. Despite his efforts to concentrate and keep his cold, a tear or two falls from his eyes to Mary\u0026apos;s skin.",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:47:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495918072,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith had been thrust aside before by Stephanus. For a long time she stayed in the tavern, shaking with rage. She won\u0026apos;t dare interrupt, but every bang of the door and every word they\u0026apos;re saying is heard by the creepy-ass eavesdropper who can\u0026apos;t manage to pry herself away.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T22:55:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495918517,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii \u0026apos;s face changed colors with the touch of the spell. It worked to some extent, but her strange biology diffused the magic. After all, Mary wasn\u0026apos;t really a human or humantype. She was breathing and laying on the floor, albeit... bent. Mary always had the appearance of being a human. She stood upright, and even slept upright - but unconscious on the floor, she was bent backwards as if the spine she didn\u0026apos;t have was snapped.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhen everything was said and done, Stephanus was wounded and Mary was unconscious. She was going to be fine, but the strangulation and trauma of hitting the floor combined had thrown her into the abyss - the place that she had so eagerly wanted to go, \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E permanently.\u003C/span\u003E There was no response to his words, which drifted through the room and out the broken door helplessly.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EStephanus and his wife had a very literal romantic moment between themselves.",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:03:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495919020,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond me - now that he has assured that Mary was alive, albeit unconscious - used the last of the mana reserves he had on himself, to relocate his shoulder. Unlike Mary, who gave no apparent signs of pain from the wounds she had and the damage she sustained, Stephanus did groan as he used the spell on himself. Then he stood up, and put every effort into lifting up Mary from the floor, and putting her on her bed. Now she is no longer on the floor. He then covered her in her blanket up to her neck, kissed her cheek, then her lips, and began sitting next to her, rubbing his unconscious wife\u0026apos;s head.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe knew that he owed Eve an explanation on everything that happened, but he believed that it was more important for him to stay with his wife until she regains her consciousness. Especially after he basically destroyed the door of her room, making it a literal possibility for any would-be-burglar to just steal her stuff - or his, for that matter. So he remained with her, rubbing his wife\u0026apos;s head.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe expects Eve to come into the room, as he can not be asked to leave the room - he is staying here to protect Mary and be with her. If Eve will not come into the room, she will not get the explanation she wants.",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:11:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495919466,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith listens until their voices talk no more. What sort of a neighbor would she be if she didn\u0026apos;t go prying into the business of the newlyweds? She moves towards the steps and haltingly climbs them, making sure to allow for a soft \u0026apos;thump\u0026apos; each time her bare toes hit against the wooden stairs. Of course nothing stops her since the place is dead...cursing herself, she removes that word from her vocabulary - just for a time. Upon finally reaching the proper landing, her eyes take in the scene. Mary unconscious, a cut rope, as well as a few other minor things that she\u0026apos;s not yet picked up on.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Is she...?\u0026quot; Eve doesn\u0026apos;t dare to check for Mary\u0026apos;s heartbeat or breaths on her own. Instead, she lingers in the door with a concerned look upon her face.",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:21:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495920101,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii drooped over his arms like a weird cat as he put her on the bed. It was hard to say what her current state was or if she was in pain, because she wasn\u0026apos;t responsive. Mary was completely unconscious after attempting to hang herself.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs Stephanus kissed her, he couldn\u0026apos;t help but remember back to the moment that triggered all of this. He was kissing his unconscious wife, who didn\u0026apos;t fight back. It was better this way, because unconscious Mary was much more romance-able. Just look at her, Stephanus. \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E Laying there all nice and neat on the bed, not fighting back or yelling at you. This is almost as romantic as that night where you crawled into bed with her and fucked her until to your hearts content.\u003C/span\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESurprisingly, Mary didn\u0026apos;t have anything to steal. Her room was as barren as possible. She didn\u0026apos;t have many things she enjoyed in life, save for the people around her. She had a lot of problems... and masked them with her alcoholism.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThus, she was unconscious. Nobody knew when Mary Lenaii would return to the world of the living.",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:22:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495920157,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond suddenly remembered what triggered all of this. After kissing her, he felt guilt. Lots of guilt. But it was too late. Eve has already arrived to the room.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he nodded to Eve\u0026apos;s question. \u0026quot;She\u0026apos;s alive but unconscious. I cured all her physical ailments with my Healing Magic, but can not force her to wake up.\u0026quot;. He kept rubbing Mary\u0026apos;s head. \u0026quot;I suppose I owe you an explanation...\u0026quot; he said, facing Eve. Then he looked down and sighed. \u0026quot;How do I go on explaining this...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;In a moment of weakness, I... I took advantage of my sleeping wife, who was too unconscious to resist my advances. I took away her virginity, and... she is carrying my child...\u0026quot; he explained, while still rubbing his unconscious wife\u0026apos;s head. \u0026quot;She tried to commit suicide just now. I rushed into the room as fast as I could, but I wasn\u0026apos;t fast enough... she lost her consciousness and it may take some time until she wakes up. And when she does... I\u0026apos;m sure she\u0026apos;ll want me dead. Before she tried to kill herself, she pretended to forgive me and ask me to go to a holiday with her...\u0026quot; he explained all of this to Eve.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhat he wanted to say next, he did not say. He wanted to say, that if anyone deserves to die, it is him, as he took away Mary\u0026apos;s ability to smile. But he did not utter that sentence - his face just had the expression that said it without words instead.",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:31:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495920667,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith leans in the doorway, forcing herself to stay calm. She listens fully to Stephanus\u0026apos; explanation, considering all the while how to say what\u0026apos;s been on her mind for days. She begins with a deep breath and frown on her face.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;She runs from your touch, barely returns your kisses, and hasn\u0026apos;t had sex with you. Instead, she\u0026apos;s insisted time and time again that you should lay with another woman.\u0026quot; There\u0026apos;s no point in saying the \u0026apos;other woman\u0026apos; is her..as of yesterday. They both know that. \u0026quot;Steph...your marriage has been doomed from the start. If she\u0026apos;d rather die than deal with the idea of you inside her nay, a piece of \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eboth of you\u003C/span\u003E inside her, maybe it\u0026apos;d be best if you spoke with Mary about letting her go. If you felt love for her in the first place, you wouldn\u0026apos;t have raped her, but listened to her wishes and gone for someone - anyone else.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:43:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495921394,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond doesn\u0026apos;t know what to say. \u0026quot;I already told her that she is free to abandon me... yet she choose this instead.\u0026quot; he responded. \u0026quot;If she wants to flee me, I will let her go... But I can not bring myself to just push her away, or sleep with anyone but her.\u0026quot; he explained. \u0026quot;I only have eyes for her.\u0026quot; then he sighed.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I know... I am being selfish. I will ask her one more time, what she wants, when she wakes up. If she wants to go, I will let her go... but if she wants to stay with me, I will cherish her and take care of the child.\u0026quot; he continued. He refused to beleive that their marriage was doomed from the start. But then again, it started as a joke... there was no official ceremony. They just decided to get married, because both were bored. Then he convinced himself that he loves her, because he was brought up with the idea of a husband who pampers his wife almost like a spoiled child.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe continued to rub Mary\u0026apos;s unconscious head, like that of a cat. And he looked at her face, another few tears falling from his eyes to her face. He had no more words.",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:51:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495921878,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith shakes her head softly, like a disappointed mother. \u0026quot;Steph...she\u0026apos;s a coward.\u0026quot; The ginger decides to keep with her unfiltered speech, showing the paladin just what she\u0026apos;s really like under the veil of sarcasm. \u0026quot;She needs someone else to make decisions for her. She carries around false weapons and tries to intervene in everyone else\u0026apos;s life because she has no idea what to do with her own.\u0026quot; The last one hit a bit too close to her own personality, so she skirts over it, hoping he won\u0026apos;t notice.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Take the rope, leave the door open. We\u0026apos;ll hear her when she wakes up. For now, be without her. Come downstairs.\u0026quot; There\u0026apos;s a sympathy to her tone. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re in a relationship with someone that doesn\u0026apos;t or can\u0026apos;t love you back, then that\u0026apos;s creepy, Steph. Come drink, if that\u0026apos;s the only way you can pass the time.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T23:57:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495922256,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is still unsure what to do. Part of him - arguably, the selfish part of his - wants her to see that it was HIM who prevented her suicide. And prevent her from even attempting to do it again when she wakes up. After all, she may know how to splice rope. And another part of him really, desperately wants to heed Eve\u0026apos;s advice and come down to drink.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know...\u0026quot; he tries to accentuate how divided he is. \u0026quot;Part of me wants to go with you to drink, but another part of me wants to remain with her, for as long as she is unconscious... only to prevent her from trying to do it again when I\u0026apos;m away.\u0026quot; and to make sure she knows who exactly prevented her suicide.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Can\u0026apos;t we... bring drinks up here? Maybe by the time she wakes up, we\u0026apos;ll still have drinks left for her...\u0026quot; he tried to sneakily get the best of both worlds. But then he suddenly remembered that Eve said \u0026apos;take the rope\u0026apos;. So he stood up, took the ropes into his own hand, then sighed. \u0026quot;Very well, lead the way...\u0026quot; he said, and began following Eve down from the room.",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:03:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495836189,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith decides to offer a compromise. She strides into the room and picks up any traces of rope, coiling it carefully. Being a small fry, she\u0026apos;ll have to let Stephanus pick up the bit that\u0026apos;s in the rafters. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ve smothered the joy out of her, Steph. You said she didn\u0026apos;t used to set people up...did she used to point fake wands at people?\u0026quot; These, to Eve, are all signs of a rapidly deteriorating sense of freedom and control.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What\u0026apos;s the point of drinking up here? So she can pretend to be unconscious when she actually wakes up? To feel trapped in her own skin because you\u0026apos;re always there?\u0026quot; Eve hates doing it, but she feels that she has to be cruel to get him to understand. \u0026quot;You can sit at the base of the steps. There are two conditions where you can go to see her. Firstly, she awakens and requests you, or secondly, she awakens and tries to harm herself. Otherwise \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EI\u0026apos;ll\u003C/span\u003E go check on her.\u0026quot; With the guidelines set and hazardous material mostly coiled and removed, Eve walks back down the stairs and settles at the bar.",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:08:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495836530,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs. \u0026quot;Fine, I agree to those conditions...\u0026quot; and plays along, following Eve. He has nothing else to say, until now... so he goes down to the bar, where they can have drinks. He has little else to do. But he will not get drinks for himself. He will wait for Eve to get it, or any barmaid who may be around... or Aetharis, for that matter.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe feels trapped. He knows that people expect him to try to get this out of his mind, to try to find something to distract himself with... but at the same time, he feels guilty for doing anything even remotely positive while the one he loves - or claims to love - is unconscious and just tried to kill herself. He feels trapped, because he has two conflicting aspirations: to be with Mary, and to make Mary happy. She said she will never smile again, and chances are, she won\u0026apos;t as long as he is around. Yet at this point, he convinced himself that is in love with her. Conflicting aspirations, lots of guilt. All the guilt to drown. So much guilt.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe can\u0026apos;t even get himself to ask \u0026apos;what\u0026apos;s on the menu?\u0026apos;. So he just motions with his hands, signaling \u0026apos;just give me anything to drink\u0026apos;. If he smiles, then he\u0026apos;s too carefree and needs to be reminded what just happened. But if he doesn\u0026apos;t smile, then he will be told to smile. No good solution. Still, he just keeps frowning and looking down.",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:18:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495837100,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith feels like she\u0026apos;s negotiating a war, not a doomed marriage. Nevertheless, she speaks to the nearest barkeeper. \u0026quot;Dinner, for me.\u0026quot; A glance is cast to Steph, \u0026quot;and ale for him.\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t specify whether to make it cheap or expensive, leaving such decisions between Stephanus and the tender. \u0026quot;Who\u0026apos;s the woman you loved before Mary? What was she like?\u0026quot; Surely there had to be at least one other before the delightful nut came into play.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESeared porkchops with cranberries are what she\u0026apos;s served tonight. Her nostrils flex, sniffing the plump red fruits before twisting the plate and putting those closer to Steph. \u0026quot;All yours,\u0026quot; she declares. In the meantime, she uses a knife and fork to cut up the far superior portion of the meal.",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:29:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495837747,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond has to scratch his head about that. \u0026quot;Before Mary? Oh yes, I remember her... she was a barmaid here. I mean, is a barmaid here, but I haven\u0026apos;t seen her around for a long time. But I was just an idiot who was lonely, so I paid her, and... You know the rest of the story.\u0026quot; yep, he was talking about that fox-barmaid. In fact, he was actually making use of her services when he first met with Mary. Mary even suggested to him that they should pretend to be hitting off just to make her jealous. But he\u0026apos;s not telling that story. At this point, it should be clear enough that he\u0026apos;s a hopeless romantic, who just so happens to fall in love with any woman who gives him comfort when he\u0026apos;s lonely... then he just sticks to that woman like a leech, convincing himself that it is his duty to be loyal to her and cherish her, and always put a smile on her face - even if said woman doesn\u0026apos;t return it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What, don\u0026apos;t like cranberries?\u0026quot; he asked with a surprised expression, and takes it. He didn\u0026apos;t even specify what kind of beer he wanted, instead hoping that the tender makes that decision in his stead. Then he starts eating the fruits. \u0026quot;I know. I\u0026apos;m an idiot.\u0026quot; he says, continuing the previous topic.",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:37:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495838272,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith chuckles into her bite of pork and shakes her head. Poor, Stephanus. Looking for love in all the wrong places and never finding it back. The ale is delivered and strong of brew. It\u0026apos;ll likely only take Stephanus three mugs before he\u0026apos;s hopelessly drunk. Though she didn\u0026apos;t ask for one, Eve is awarded a mug as well. Surprised, she thanks the tender and furrows her brow. For now she retains enough common sense to keep away.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t like sweet things.\u0026quot; Anyone that knows a thing about dragons may recognize the subtle hint, or her tastebuds could be off for a human. Maybe she\u0026apos;s just an individual. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think you\u0026apos;re an idiot. You\u0026apos;re just a slut.\u0026quot; She decides to explain. \u0026quot;You toss out your heart in hopes that love comes back.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:48:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495838902,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would definitely like to drink all three... but before he can even say anything, Eve takes one. So he only gets two. So be it. \u0026quot;A slut?\u0026quot; he asked, raising his eyebrows. He was tempted to react by impulse-spitting out whatever he was having in his mouth and laughing, but instead, he simply raised his eyebrows. Then she explained what she meant by it... he tosses out his heart in hopes that it comes back, like a boomerang... \u0026quot;I guess you are onto something...\u0026quot; except that she left out one minor detail. He doesn\u0026apos;t just throw his heart out unconditionally to any woman he finds pretty. He throws out his heart out to someone who gave him something previously... and then keeps it out there until he gets closure. But he does not want to mention Mary now.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBefore their marriage, Mary did say to him how he \u0026apos;deserves better\u0026apos;, and how women would kill to be with someone like him... Yet he refused to believe it, because he believes that she has not seen the real him... until now, that is. Now she should understand that he deserves nothing. Or at least, why he thinks he that he deserves nothing. \u0026quot;I toss out my heart in hopes that love comes back...\u0026quot; he repeated Eve\u0026apos;s sentence, chewing on it, scratching his head, almost getting deep in his thoughts, casually starting to drink some of that ale he got. \u0026quot;... yet it is not a boomerang.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T00:58:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495839502,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hasn\u0026apos;t yet touched the mug. The bartender had put it a bit more in front of her, but it\u0026apos;s still Stephanus\u0026apos;. \u0026quot;Probably not,\u0026quot; she chuckles, trying to keep the mood light. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s just a generalization I\u0026apos;ve seen from a-hm...week,\u0026quot; she sounds uncertain, \u0026quot;of knowing you.\u0026quot; She sighs. \u0026quot;Fuck...it\u0026apos;s only been a week. I\u0026apos;ve been solicited more times here than probably in the entirety of my marriage.\u0026quot; Things have blurred together so thoroughly that she\u0026apos;s not sure if she\u0026apos;s mentioned her widowhood to Steph or not before.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:04:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495839875,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond hears marriage being mentioned. \u0026quot;I am staying loyal to my wife.\u0026quot; then drinks more of that ale. He is really desperate to salvage that doomed marriage, eh? He is the monogamous type. He has no problems with getting attached to someone, or falling in love. That\u0026apos;s easy for him. But he can only do it once he has moved past the last one. Once he had closure. And until Mary tells him to get lost, he will continue to feel obliged to belong to her. But enough of Mary.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You know, I don\u0026apos;t recall you telling me about your marriage before... Who is your husband? That Byrce guy?\u0026quot; he asked, not sure if her marriage is still active or not. \u0026quot;Did Aetharis... solicit you?\u0026quot; he asked, mentioning that elf again.",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:09:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495840182,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis happened to walk down from his bed room fully rested and well fit, fully dressed, but something might have been wrong while he walked past both Eve and Steph. Didn\u0026apos;t seem to give a second thought on the mater. In fact there was something up about the man who finally came down, almost as if he had forgotten something. Maybe it was him being tired from the day\u0026apos;s past. Just only then he would look through the bottles. Looking for something, not entirely sure what it was going to be, but it was something. Eye\u0026apos;s intently searching for something, all this time remained silent and if spoken to. Seemed not to register that they were there.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:15:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495840546,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has already given him his slice of humble pie about the sham of his marriage and has no desire to do so again. \u0026quot;Did you forget pants again, Aeth?\u0026quot; She suggests, seeing just how distracted he is.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EFinally, her hand cups the mug of ale and she takes her first drink - caution be damned. \u0026quot;I got married four years ago. My husband was killed three years ago,\u0026quot; she explains, doing her best to power through it. She lifts the beverage and takes another long sip. \u0026quot;Bryce and I had the misfortune of drinking from Aetharis\u0026apos; pink bottle because of my own negligence. He\u0026apos;s interested in pursuing something. Hell, he even broke into my room last night. Kelek,\u0026quot; the sea elf. \u0026quot;Aetharis was the first. He gave me an open invitation.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:21:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495840869,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond can only say. \u0026quot;I am sorry to hear that. And that too. And that too. Aaaand that too...\u0026quot; he responds to the marriage and the socilitations. \u0026quot;Are you not looking for someone to be with?\u0026quot; he asks. He is a monogamous person, even if his marriage with Mary Lenaii is a sham - although he stubbornly refuses to believe that and keeps insisting that he loves her by all his heart - he doesn\u0026apos;t just sleep around... mostly because other than prostitues, it would be highly unlikely for a woman to sleep with him willingly. He is the type of person who operates on relationships and operates on a foolish and overly idealistic idea of romantic love... which is rather unusual for a man, especially one like who has scars on his face and has seen war.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If I were in your boots, I\u0026apos;d be on the lookout for someone to settle down with...\u0026quot; which just highlights the differences between their personalities. He isn\u0026apos;t looking for the thrill and excitement of no-strings-attached sex. He is looking for the stability, security and warmness of a marriage, even if it\u0026apos;s a sham-marriage, like the one he has with Mary now. Except in that one moment of weakness when he robbed Mary of her ability to smile.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Still, at least the elf gave you an invitation instead of... you know. Like the tales I told you.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:29:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495841340,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis didn\u0026apos;t even respond to them at all, only then did he stand up with a few unmarked bottles. These had neon like colors to them while the pink bottle was in his hand. What ever was planned wouldn\u0026apos;t be pretty. Did he plan on getting drunker than he has. Or was there another reason for him, only when he stood up and started to walk away did the male look at the two sitting there. \u0026quot; What ever you do, do not enter my room. Isn\u0026apos;t going to be safe. \u0026quot; Gave a small warning, his eyes lightly dulled color, not emerald colored but more of a grey-ish with slight hint of green. Walking away from them and disappeared into the bed room upstairs at the end of the hall. Closed the door, not locking it, just left it closed while he began drinking out of every bottle, leaving nothing behind.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:38:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495841905,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith can\u0026apos;t help but chuckle when Stephanus apologizes for her slew of misfortune. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know what I\u0026apos;m looking for,\u0026quot; she admits. \u0026quot;After Bryce barged into my room I told him we could go on dates and get to know one another, maybe have sex years from today. I doubt he liked hearing that.\u0026quot; Her shoulders pull up in a shrug. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve already had my great love and perfect life for however short a time. There\u0026apos;s no chance I\u0026apos;ll get so lucky again...so why try?\u0026quot; To her mind, her former husband had been her soul mate. \u0026quot;Yes, he did. He\u0026apos;s been the most chivalrous in the tavern, save for you.\u0026quot; She still believes that Steph is one of the more sane parties, despite his cleaving to a smothered woman.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer response to Aetharis is to stand up, walk over, and gently knock on the door. \u0026quot;Aetharis? Is everything alright?\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eenter\u003C/span\u003E per say, but decides in her buzzed state of mind that playing with fire just might be fun. Despite Steph\u0026apos;s repeated warnings, she can\u0026apos;t ignore a person when they\u0026apos;re hurting. Damn bleeding heart.",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:45:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495842348,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stood up to follow Eve, only to prevent her from making a big mistake that could potentially cost her life. \u0026quot;No, don\u0026apos;t do it!\u0026quot; he said, as he heard previously how Aetharis warned everyone not to enter his room. \u0026quot;It isn\u0026apos;t safe... he\u0026apos;s... \u0026quot; yet Eve actually knocks on the door. The foolish woman. This definitely compells the paladin to facepalm and tell her. \u0026quot;If anyone should try to enter, it should be me. I\u0026apos;m the one with the Healing Magic. I\u0026apos;m the one who can provide him with some healthcare, in case he\u0026apos;s missing a leg... \u0026quot; plus, he\u0026apos;s the man. If anyone should be risking their life for another person, it should be him - a man. Right?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EExcept... he doesn\u0026apos;t really enter Aetharis\u0026apos;s room either.",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:50:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495842614,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "W i t c h proceeded quietly into the tavern, moving to the very same table as she always occupied only to plop down comfortably on her thick, pillow-soft backside. Scanning the room for other people, she couldn\u0026apos;t seem to spot anyone - though she could swear she heard people upstairs. Interesting... While she had no idea what they were doing, it also meant very little to her. Now was the time for relaxation.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:54:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495842863,                "user": "W i t c h"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis heard the door being knocked on and walked over not completely drunk, though he did opened to see both Eve and Stephanus there conversing. Little did they know it was already to late for Eve. As much as they tried to avoid the scene. Only then a single hand reached out of the door and grabbed Eve by the arm before yanking her into the room, it wasn\u0026apos;t long before the door clicked, meaning it was locked and soon a rune appeared over the door. Sealing the room from Stephanus as Aetharis now flings Eve onto the bed before leaping on top of her with a big smile. Drinking the ale from each bottle even the pink one, then giving her a surprise kiss with a mouth full of ale. Knowing he would force her to drink it and allow it to take hold before acting on the females body.\n",               "date": "2017-05-27T01:54:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495842890,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 27., szombat, 20:28:17"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii walked downstairs, well beyond drunk. In her hand was a pink bottle, which she occasionally sipped from... at least until she got to the bottom of the staircase. \u0026quot;This will work.\u0026quot; She nodded smugly to herself. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m a fuck genius.\u0026quot; Seems... she forgot... a few parts to the words she was attempting to use.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:02:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495958548,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was already in the tavern at the point when Mary was walking downstairs in a very drunken state. Drunken? She\u0026apos;s WASTED! Our paladin even wonders how can she even manage to walk to begin with... But nevertheless, the moment he sees her, he smiles. So he walks towards her, hoping she will not run away this time. He knows not whether she was told about yesterday\u0026apos;s events or not... but given her current state, her brain probably wouldn\u0026apos;t take in any information.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe feels tempted to glomp her like he used to before he incident, but now... he just gets close enough, and watches. And raises his eyebrows. \u0026quot;Mary?\u0026quot; he asks with raised eyebrows, not even noticing the pink bottle she was drinking from. Oh no...",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:05:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495958711,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii stared at Stephanus. She didn\u0026apos;t move any further, she merely waggled her eyebrows at him. So, so casually she would take yet another swig from the bottle. Another... casual... swig... from a pink bottle. \u0026quot;Shokay, there\u0026apos;s... if sh- if there were another bottle like this around here... wouldn\u0026apos;t it be sho funny... if we BOTH drank from the colorful yay bottle? I\u0026apos;m alsho supposed to tell you something, Eve yelled at me... but colorful bottles, yay!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:08:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495958897,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. He was highly unsure how to respond. Part of him was tempted to take advantage of his wife again, given the state she was in... but another part of him ordered him to restrain himself, knowing that him taking advantage of her being unconscious was what triggered all of the problems. Even if she is conscious now... will she remember all the things that happened?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Mary, come here...\u0026quot; he called her, and walked towards her, with the intention of hugging her - tightly - after getting close enough.",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:11:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495959103,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii took yet another sip from a pink bottle. This was a particularly odd thing happening: under traditional circumstances, Mary should be hopping all over him, without control over herself.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWas it possible? Could Mary not get aroused in the first place? Was she immune to arousal?\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs he approached, she swiveled away - messily. She even crashed into a wall, but played it off like the most ordinary thing in the world. \u0026quot;Eve said that I need to tell you that we\u0026apos;re over. Something about, like... you\u0026apos;d be hurt if I didn\u0026apos;t? Wait, no. She said...\u0026quot; Mary was drawing in the air with one finger, connecting the dots: \u0026quot;I need to become a sex maniac? For us to work? Oh. Wait. I need to beshcome a sex maniac... OR we need to end it. Or you\u0026apos;ll get hurt?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe couldn\u0026apos;t figure out the Voynich Manuscript that was the plain words Eve told her less than an hour ago \u0026quot;Sho, I think we can\u0026apos;t be married anymore. Which kind of works, because I\u0026apos;ve still gotta die soon? And that kinda gets in the way of my plans?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:18:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495959521,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tried all he could to prevent Mary from crashing into random things, but given how she\u0026apos;d just swivel away from him... that\u0026apos;s easier said than done. He\u0026apos;d retord, respond to her... She\u0026apos;s drunk, so all the arguments he will say will most likely fail to benetrate her brains, but still...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;D-don\u0026apos;t say that... I\u0026apos;ll be hurt IF you end it. I love you. I want you to continue being my wife...\u0026quot; he tried to explain. \u0026quot;You, die? Don\u0026apos;t... don\u0026apos;t die. I want to continue being married to you...\u0026quot; he explained. He is stubborn, and he wants to keep it going with Mary. He was either utterly selfish, or just didn\u0026apos;t care about his own well-being - him being hurt? Ha! No! All that matters is Mary! - or that\u0026apos;s what he keeps saying to himself.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I want to be married to you, and I want you to live, and smile...\u0026quot; he would go on. He would make his attempts at trying to keep Mary from crashing into random things, rubbing her head if he gets an opportunity, hugging her if he gets an opportunity.... Yet no words about sex-maniacs.",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:26:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495959974,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii did somewhat land in his arms, for a short period. Alas, she did escape... and eventually stopped battering into things, \u0026apos;sitting\u0026apos; on a chair.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Eve said that asssh long as we\u0026apos;re together, you\u0026apos;re not gunna get your needs met.\u0026quot; She drank the rest of the pink bottle, before... well, she didn\u0026apos;t drop it. She kept it. What an odd thing that was happening. Pointing to her fingers, she\u0026apos;d list them off: ... or she was going to. \u0026quot;I love you too. Like, really.\u0026quot; She couldn\u0026apos;t look at his eyes, as she glanced off to the side of the room. \u0026quot;She shaid... \u0026apos;he\u0026apos;s way too physical, you\u0026apos;ll never be able to keep up!\u0026apos; and I said... \u0026apos;wow, the hugs and handholdings are good! Yeah!\u0026apos;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EOkay, the chair bit didn\u0026apos;t last much longer, as she fell out of her chair and onto the floor: \u0026quot;But she said you\u0026apos;re gonna have sad times, so if we aren\u0026apos;t together, you can\u0026apos;t have the sads anymore!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EStephanus was probably losing brain cells as the conversation went on.",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:37:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495960629,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026quot;My needs are irrelevant!\u0026quot; he said, desperately trying to stop Mary from falling down onto the floor... and in case he was too late - which he was - he would just try to grab Mary and escort her back to the chair. \u0026quot;All that matters is your happiness!\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBesides, she\u0026apos;s pregnant with his child. Unless she miscarried during her suicide attempt, she still is. He can\u0026apos;t just abandon a pregnant woman. Not at all. That would be against his honour.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;All that matters is our love for each other... It is my duty to always do my best at putting a smile on your beautiful face, no matter what it costs me.\u0026quot; he would say, and make an attempt at kissing Mary on the lips. \u0026quot;I will be happy, if we are together. I will only be sad if you leave me.\u0026quot; Was Eve deliberately trying to split them off? To sabotage their marriage? To give their supposedly doomed and supposedly unsalvageable sham-marriage the mercy kill? No matter! He will continue to stubbornly try to salvage the marriage!\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I love you... isn\u0026apos;t that all that matters?\u0026quot; he wonders how much of that information will actually succeed at penetrating drunken Mary\u0026apos;s brains.",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:44:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495961045,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "William Bow walks in, glancing around curiously with a cocked eyebrow. Was this place new?\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:47:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495961222,                "user": "William Bow"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was carried back up onto the chair. \u0026quot;Thanks.\u0026quot; Or she said... until he went in for the kiss. \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E \u0026quot;Oh. I remember this part.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E As some kind of automatic reflex of her body, she turned to her side and vomited on: herself, the floor, and a table. If he kept trying to get close to her, she\u0026apos;d push him away. \u0026quot;Memories. Of, uh. You. Can\u0026apos;t stop vomiting when people touch me.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ELike the expert alcoholic she was, she quickly swiveled upwards, knocked a chair over and went behind the bar, to drink more booze and get that vomit taste out of her mouth. She\u0026apos;d wave William over! \u0026quot;Welcome to this place! It\u0026apos;s my plaesh.\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;d also take this opportunity to fill her pink bottle with various liquors: \u0026quot;Yesh, it\u0026apos;s a fake. I\u0026apos;mma get people to buy into it, they\u0026apos;ll show me the real thing... and then when I have it, the problem goesh away! I\u0026apos;ll be the sex maniac! But yeah, okay, we\u0026apos;ll keep trying to be married and stuff.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWith her amazing, poetic ending, Mary kept falling up the stairs as she headed to her room.",               "date": "2017-05-28T10:56:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495961763,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked very surprised to see Mary just puke... on the table. He\u0026apos;d go behind the bar counter to get a blank and raw piece of clothing, go for Mary again, and try to clean off... the vomit. First from her, then from the table. But only after he can clean it off from her clothes, or at least, some of it. \u0026quot;We\u0026apos;ll talk this stuff over when you\u0026apos;re sober, my love...\u0026quot; he said, and tried cleaning the vomit away.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen Mary would leave for her room. Well, okay. So now all he has to clean up is the vomit on the table. Well, okay. That\u0026apos;s what he\u0026apos;ll do. And he\u0026apos;ll also bring water to do it. \u0026quot;Well, so much for today... at least she\u0026apos;s sorta back to her normal self... sort of...\u0026quot; he sighed. Then he would just go behind the bar to put back the raw cloth where it belongs - after all, it lost its use after being used for cleaning up the vomit - and then help himself to some red wine. A full bottle. He can\u0026apos;t get any more drunk than Mary. Then the paladin would wave to William Bow, the newcomer.",               "date": "2017-05-28T11:02:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495962160,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "William Bow smiles and sits down at a table, placing his swords by his feet, nodding respectfully at the man that had waved at him.\n",                "date": "2017-05-28T11:04:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495962259,                "user": "William Bow"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would march towards the table William was at. \u003Ca href=\"https://sketchfab.com/models/3722c4d08d8c4a198a564e8ea367cd30\"\u003EHis own sword\u003C/a\u003E was in his scabbard... and \u003Ca href=\"https://sketchfab.com/models/d0cb857000db4628b681fece2aef2df5\"\u003Ethe old one\u003C/a\u003E? Not a clue what happened to it. He gave it to Mary before she attempted to commit suicide, but he\u0026apos;s not even sure if she took it with herself to her room... and whether she did or not, he hadn\u0026apos;t seen that old sword again. Or the ring he gave her for that matter.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So, what brings such an adventurer to this humble tavern?\u0026quot; he asks, hoping not to get mistaken for a bartender of a sort.",               "date": "2017-05-28T11:07:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495962466,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii came to Stephanus\u0026apos; mind. \u003Cspan style=\"color: yellow;\"\u003EDespite everything that happened, the ring was still on her finger.\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T11:08:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495962524,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "William Bow looks up, and grins. \u0026quot;Ale, and rest. Aside from that, well, I\u0026apos;ll see who turns up,\u0026quot; he replies, placing a bag of gold on the table. \u0026quot;Two tankards and whatever stew the house has on offer.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T11:12:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495962730,                "user": "William Bow"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raises his eyebrows, his previously somewhat cheerful tone turning into a deeper and more monotone one. \u0026quot;Uhm... you do realize that I\u0026apos;m not a bartender, right?\u0026quot; he asks with an obviously monotone tone, and raised eyebrows. \u0026quot;If you want drinks, you should probably do what I did and help yourself to them... there are no tenders here at the moment.\u0026quot; he suggested.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T11:14:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495962895,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Been some time before he finally dressed his self and started to walk down the stair, ready for the day. Except there was something entirely wrong with his scene as Aetharis did seemed to be back to normal. Like nothing happening from the tip of the ears, dust was being created. Slowly and surely the body seemed to degrade straight to dust. All of it being blown away from occasional wind. A slow process as it was a sign that the man used a little too much power. Over exerted his self during his time going through a painful process. As he reached the main floor and took a look around realizing so for that was only one person there he smiled and gave her a bow. \u0026quot; Any thing you need miss. \u0026quot; Cloths and parts of his body seemed to slowly become dust in the wind.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T20:26:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495995966,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Elven_Huntress \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003EHer eyes widens at the sight of him dustifying (If thats a word XD)\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E A..are you okay??\n",                "date": "2017-05-28T20:28:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495996095,                "user": "Elven_Huntress"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looking at the female elf and smiled. \u0026quot; I will be fine, though what would you like? \u0026quot; Only helping out many different people before his body completely break\u0026apos;s down, though it was a last resort. But would noticed the female left and shrugged only to walk over to the comfy side chair near the fire place and sit down. It was something completely different, staring at the fire before long his legs collapsed and arms fell out. Strange enough no blood or bones can be found. Only thing that remained was just a section of his torso, head as well lungs and heart. Still alive, just resting in the pile of dust. Not minding the idea of being unable to move. Any one at this point could to almost anything they wanted to him, he was utterly defenseless to those around him. How ever the left over body is weak, touching wouldn\u0026apos;t do much, however using just enough force would ultimately end the life.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T20:48:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495997304,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith walks slowly into the tavern, trying her best not to limp every one of her steps. While she normally would\u0026apos;ve moved to the fireplace to sit in her usual spot, it seems to be occupied. Eve settles for a table instead, her stiff figure moving glacially before flopping into a seat. Her ruined dagger from yesterday has been replaced, this time with a double edged bone blade that Udo stole from a goblin corpse for her. Her head turns and stares, no, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eglares\u003C/span\u003E at Aetharis, her jaw held tight. His weakness in turn may have gotten him some pity the day before. Today, she sees it as a fitting end.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T20:57:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495997865,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond walks into the bar again, setting sights for table Eve is sitting near. The same table Mary previously puked on... no worries however, as he has already cleaned it since. So it was as good as new. What a plot twist! He\u0026apos;d just slowly walk towards the table, and sit down near it. \u0026quot;So, how\u0026apos;s it going?\u0026quot; he casually greeted Eve, as if nothing has happened at all.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t suppose the elf will bring us some good ale to drink, eh?\u0026quot; he asked, knowing that Aetharis is very much present now.",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:02:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495998126,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis continued to degrade slowly, not minding the idea of actually leaving the place in their hands, as this might mark his last day\u0026apos;s serving them. Due to this the male elf would look around once and see Step and Even, know she hated him. All he did is look at Eve, \u0026quot; I am sorry, but don\u0026apos;t worry it won\u0026apos;t happen again, well any moment now, won\u0026apos;t have to deal with me. \u0026quot; Closing his eyes as he fell to sleep, waiting for time to take it\u0026apos;s course, of course he didn\u0026apos;t mention why it would \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Epossibly\u003C/span\u003E be the last time. Granted it was the view of him almost becoming dust and such, or was it that he needed a long rest that didn\u0026apos;t need a physical body. That would mean he\u0026apos;d be no long of the living, watching over them through the other side of life. Wouldn\u0026apos;t be gone, just more of a ghost really. Keeping a eye on them all. Seeing how they would live out in the tavern.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:08:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495998487,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii entered the establishment with a pink bottle in her hand. She seemed... grumpy, sick, and more pale than ordinary. Of course, her first stop would be towards Aetharis as she took a swig from a pink bottle. \u0026quot;Oh. You\u0026apos;re all out of boners and cums, so now you\u0026apos;re gonna die, huh? Gee, if only you had... that pink bottle... you could survive. You\u0026apos;d have additional boners to summon.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:10:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495998637,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith imagines the tables have a club. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EMary\u0026apos;s puked here.\u003C/span\u003E Only the most elite of woodwork could have such an honor. The ginger responds to Stephanus with a slight shrug, clearly not up to heavy movements. Even the sudden pull of flesh against her sprained upper arm causes the smith to wince. Beneath her blue shirt, the muscle is wrapped firmly around the muscles in a futile attempt to hold it steady. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re really sorry, be sure to give Stephanus the tavern keys before you pass on,\u0026quot; she says to Aetharis with surprising coldness. In a week she\u0026apos;s entirely changed in personality, making her short tempered and erasing the smile from her face.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:12:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495998771,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond immediately interrupted Eve in her sentence that she was addressing to Aetharis. \u0026quot;No, no no no... I am a paladin, and I can not and will not take on the responsibility of running the tavern. I have a job, and it is to... nevermind.\u0026quot; he replied to Eve, and then noticed that someone special entered the establishment. Mary! It\u0026apos;s Mary!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EJust as Eve would predict, Stephanus would turn into a lovestruck and useless puppy, as usual, standing up, and walking towards his one and only beloved wife with the intention of glomping her, despite all that happened between the two. It is his intention to hug her. And now that she appears sober, he may be able to have a serious conversation with her for once.",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:15:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495998916,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis chuckled and thought about it, \u0026quot; sorry but man like him wouldn\u0026apos;t be able to run the place how ever if you want the key\u0026apos;s you will have to find them. Don\u0026apos;t be mad at me, after all I told you not to go into the room. It was your choice. \u0026quot; Only talking as that is about as much as he could do at this point, maybe he would be find or maybe he wouldn\u0026apos;t like hell some one did anything. As of now he silently remained there awaiting what might be a final release. Looking at Mary before laughing. \u0026quot; Well I did try to drink that, didn\u0026apos;t work, and what good is it now, that is the last bottle this tavern will see if I do pass on. \u0026quot; As he kept the place he would get it from to his self and would die for it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:19:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495999174,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii was much more hostile when not drunk - and he of all people should be able to recognize that she wasn\u0026apos;t \u0026apos;far enough along\u0026apos; to be sociable to him. \u0026apos;Noooope.\u0026quot; Mary wielded her pink bottle proudly; if the last time, where she horribly sharded her hand into a thousand pieces was anything to go by, well... as the old idiom says, \u0026apos;this is going to hurt her a lot more than it\u0026apos;s going to hurt him\u0026apos;.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I know that look. You stay away, mister.\u0026quot; Hmm. Aetharis didn\u0026apos;t look so good: \u0026quot;If you had, like, the soul of a living person... would you be able to not die? I think I can find a sacrifice. A fast one; like... in under a few minutes.\u0026quot; Casual sip from the pink bottle. Mary was completely unchanged by it.",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:21:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495999268,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith listens to both men deny her request, probably for the best. \u0026quot;If you go by the bar, tell them I\u0026apos;m going to need ten pounds of meat,\u0026quot; is all she says, offering no manners or effort to be kind to the man in what could be his final moments of life. The woman flops her head down onto the table, looking very much like she just might fall asleep.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:25:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495999549,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stopped as he saw Mary wielding that bottle of hers... okay, no glomp, no hug. \u0026quot;M-Mary?\u0026quot; he asked. Things were definitely not going according to plan. \u0026quot;Shouldn\u0026apos;t we... talk this over?\u0026quot; he asked his wife, tempted to use his magic to attempt to wrestle away that bottle from her hand... But he did not do so. Nevertheless, in his sharp defiance of Eve\u0026apos;s advice, he stubbornly remained desperate to salvage his relationship with Mary.... Too bad she doesn\u0026apos;t appear to be playing along. She was a lot more co-operative last time, when she was drunk.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Can\u0026apos;t we just talk it over?\u0026quot; he asked once again, from Mary.",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:31:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1495999871,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis in minute\u0026apos;s the man int he seat started to fall apart more. But eventually he would be gone, nothing but a pile of dust, save for the slight clump of hair on the chair. Appearing as his final moment would have been in the chair. Yet those that knew something about him might have suggested the armor would also give a tale tell sign if he was actually dead or not. How ever it and the sword was gone from the display case. Pile of dust for them all to see and no way he could be tracked by any one. Including the witch, thus in moment\u0026apos;s nothing would be heard from him or any sound. No longer will the supply of the pink bottle of some of the rare stuff he used would come in. Maybe most of it would, just not the pink bottle.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:35:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496000145,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 28., vasárnap, 09:09:43"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames stumbled towards the tavern\u0026apos;s entrance. He was limping on his sword once again. However, in this case, he wasn\u0026apos;t exhausted. Just well beaten. He had cuts, bruises, and a limp leg. Typically, when he was frustrated, he would just light a bandit fortress up with his flames and be done with his contract. However, he was too unfocused. Kept questioning why he was staying around. He should just simply move on. But he didn\u0026apos;t want to. He opened the door, his eyes came across Eve on the table. He wouldn\u0026apos;t say words. He would just simply approach her and lay down his earnings from his contract beside Eve. \u0026quot;So...H\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:36:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496000209,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames (crap! Not finished, phone sent it too fast!\n",                "date": "2017-05-28T21:37:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496000231,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames -lady it be too much for me to tell you Sorry, Eve?...\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-28T21:37:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496000256,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames" },           {                "content": "Mary Lenaii casually took another sip from the pink bottle... in truth, this was a copy. A duplicate. Mary, since last night, had been trying to get people to hand over the actual pink bottle, with help of her duplicate. It also explained why Mary wasn\u0026apos;t activated and jumping on top of every man in sight. It was just filled with absinthe. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know what there is to discuss. Don\u0026apos;t touch me.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary knew Stephanus would keep chasing after her, but she was still profoundly hurt. When a man makes a woman want to kill herself, that sort of damage stays forever. Mary, instead, went over to the ashes of Aetharis. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know why nobody else appreciated you, buddy, but I did.\u0026quot; With a final chug to empty the pink bottle, she\u0026apos;d painstakingly start filling the bottle with his ashes, and his manly, invincible chest hair. \u0026quot;This\u0026apos;ll be, like, your urn. If anybody messes with it, I\u0026apos;ll... well, I\u0026apos;ll be dead, so I guess they\u0026apos;ll get away with it.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:40:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496000436,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith watches Aetharis disintegrate and can\u0026apos;t help but feel \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003Enothing.\u003C/span\u003E She stares idly at the spot where he vanishes. \u0026quot;Thus ends the ballad of Aetharis. I bet the poet always thought he\u0026apos;d die in a pile of women....not at a table.\u0026quot; In her exhaustion, she\u0026apos;s become morbid and surprisingly pessimistic. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Good hell...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she breathes, watching as Bryce walks into the tavern and makes a bee line for her table. A small part of her considers one available option. Her head turns towards Stephanus...maybe she could kiss the paladin and set Bryce off his course? She sighs, deciding not to. That\u0026apos;d be a bit too cruel for her tastes, even as an uncaring bitch.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Apology accepted. If you can go to the bar and get me ten pounds of meat and a pint of ale.\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t want to remember today. Maybe she and Mary will be temporary drinking buddies and participate in a mindboggling lesbian experience.",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:46:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496000792,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond me sighed. \u0026quot;So be it.\u0026quot; replying to Mary, and turning around. He did not watch, but instead hear Aetharis turn into mere dust. Only then he watched Mary collect his dust. He watched with no emotion. Truth is, he is even skeptical of Aetharis really died. He feels as if something is amiss... like that he is going to come back. He doesn\u0026apos;t even bother to pay attention what Mary is doing with his ashes. Just goes behind the bar counter get three bottles of red wine, bringing it to the table he previously sat at. For whom? For himself, Eve and Byrce.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe sits down, and looks at Byrce first. \u0026quot;Oh, for the love of Titanius... you look terrible.\u0026quot; he said to Byrce, opening his own bottle of wine. \u0026quot;Do you want to get healing? I could cure you with some of my healing magic...\u0026quot; he says, then gets his own bottle and starts drinking it. He struggles to not to look into the general direction of Mary, despite the strong temptation to do so.",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:52:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496001158,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Wasn\u0026apos;t long before the sound\u0026apos;s of window\u0026apos;s breaking out of the top floor and a loud thud outside, dirt being flung every wear, as if something was trying to hide. But that didn\u0026apos;t work out to well when the body of a male covered in a thick grey-ish silver armor with green emerald gems embedded to part\u0026apos;s of the armor and a large great sword held to his back this male took off in a sprint leaving the tavern behind. Hopefully it would have been a clean get away. Mary on the other only heard whisper\u0026apos;s, \u0026quot; do add a little bit of water along with some milk to the bottle and you will have a drink, mind you that it will be far stronger than any of the ale\u0026apos;s there. \u0026quot; Before leaving, shrouded his voice to keep her from thinking he was alive.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:58:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496001485,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii carefully took the bottle full of ashes and started writing a little note with the help of some paper on the bartop. Henceforth, she would stick the note to the bottle with the help of some adhesives. \u0026quot;Aetharis dust. He owned this place, I thought he was okay - Mary\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThus, she\u0026apos;d give his \u0026apos;urn\u0026apos; the highest regard, climbing up behind the bar and placing his bottle on the very top shelf. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re good stuff. I really don\u0026apos;t think I should be drinking you, friend. I do have some morals.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary, with nothing left to do, would... well, fetch Eve her pint. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know where the meat is... so, uh, you might have to hold on for that part.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E... uh oh. Now she was looking back to the top of the shelf. Turns out, she didn\u0026apos;t really have any morals. Up she went, again...",               "date": "2017-05-28T21:59:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496001584,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames gave a small smile as she accepted his apology. She demanded him to grab a meal, he gritted his teeth a bit. Only to have a bit of his salavTion come from the form of that paladin figure. The man even offered to heal his wounds with some healing magic, Bryce could only return a grateful smile as he took the bottle and drank from it. The taste was odd for him, but he could most certainly feel alot better as he gasped for refreshing air. \u0026quot;Thank you kind sir. I hate to say this, but my memory isn\u0026apos;t too great. My name is Bryce. And yours?\u0026quot; Though he was speaking to the paladin, a slight bit more of his focus was on Eve through the edge of his eyes. Not glancing towards her, but just simply keeping her within his periferal vision. \u0026quot;By the way...I don\u0026apos;t want this.\u0026quot; Sliding his bag of coins over towards Eve.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:07:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496002055,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith would\u0026apos;ve approved of Mary\u0026apos;s eulogy, had she been close enough to read it. Here she is, nearly unconscious on the table, and Stephanus offers Bryce healing. A brow raises and she sets her chin on the wood so that she might stare at the rather unobservant paladin, only faintly noticing the bottle before her. Her gaze seeks out Mary, finding her with little trouble. \u0026quot;Thanks, Mare,\u0026quot; using the nickname given from the night before. She won\u0026apos;t touch the bag of coins and continues to ignore its existence, as if it was never brought out in the first place. Gradually, Eve lifts her head. \u0026quot;Mary, what are you doing...?\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;s climbing back up?\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:12:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496002325,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does what he thinks is right, puts down the bottle, starts uttering some unintelligible words, and places his hand onto Byrce\u0026apos;s forehead, as his hand starts to glow. This should make most of the wounds, cuts, scars disappear from his body and make him feel a-okay. And then he introduces himself. \u0026quot;Tavilrond. Stephanus Tavilrond. Paladin, husband, and patron of this tavern.\u0026quot; he introduced himself. Husband probably not for very long.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he begins drinking the wine once again, paying no attention to what his wife is doing... He is sure that she hates him now, even though he still claims to love her from all his heart. He wants to get his mind off of it, so he drinks and focuses on the two drinking partners. \u0026quot;Well, now that the elf is gone, what are we gonna do... own the place? This is how Mary and I got married... The place was dead, Aeth wasn\u0026apos;t around... ah, just forget it. I don\u0026apos;t want to re-open that wound.\u0026quot; he sighed.",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:16:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496002595,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii climbs to the top, slipping and sliding but not quite falling down. Mary isn\u0026apos;t a tall woman. She comes down from the bar with the pink urn. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t really know anymore, Eve. I\u0026apos;m just doing what feels right? Honestly, I\u0026apos;ve never understood what was right and wrong before.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo, bringing the bottle on the bartop, she\u0026apos;d gather some other ingredients - some milk, water, and... cooking chocolate. Mary mixed the milk and water into the ashes, fervently shook the mixture... then had a taste. \u0026quot;My god, this... this needs a lot of help. Tastes kind of like something you\u0026apos;d find in a still in the mountains.\u0026quot; Mary added some sugar and the chocolate, shaking the bottle viciously again.",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:20:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496002831,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames felt his heart sink but showed no sign of it when Eve didn\u0026apos;t even give attention to his bag of coins. This made him a little happy, she doesn\u0026apos;t accept bribes. He heard the paladin\u0026apos;s words and for some reason, he felt a surge if sympathy. \u0026quot;A pleasure Tavilrond. And no idea. I didn\u0026apos;t realize the owner just went up in smoke.\u0026quot; He actually hadn\u0026apos;t noticed Mary till she reached for that strange jar and started drinking from it. Claiming it\u0026apos;s strength. This made him cringe. He didn\u0026apos;t trust a single drink from this place. With the exception if the paladin. He doubted that the officer could have had a decietful bine in his body. \u0026quot;Eve. Do you like your meat, Seared?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:22:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496002956,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii took another sip of the concoction. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s better. I can kind of stomach it now.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIt was gradual, but as Mary enjoyed just a sip from the bottle, she... grew... three feet. Mary was now eight feet tall.",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:26:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003207,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith wakes up a bit more at that. \u0026quot;Mary?\u0026quot; She stares at the woman in concern, then pales. Maybe Stephanus will be lucky and get to clean puke off the table again. \u0026quot;Uh...Steph. Go get Mare. She\u0026apos;s drinking Aetharis.\u0026quot; Hadn\u0026apos;t there been some hair in there, too? The ginger\u0026apos;s lips twist in confusion, but she is distracted by Bryce. \u0026quot;Raw, please.\u0026quot; Should the man bring over what she requested, Eve will begin to eat uncooked flesh with surprising intensity. In just seconds, one steak is gone.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:26:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003217,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks over at Eve with a glare. \u0026quot;Should I now? Just a minute or two ago, she told me not to touch her.\u0026quot; even though she was sort of complying with Eve\u0026apos;s request, standing up and going over to see what Mary was doing... except that unlike what Eve wanted, Steph made no attempts at all whatsoever to stop Mary. He just watched her drink that thing. All while keeping the exactly same expression as before - a stare-glare with raised eyebrows. No words at all whatsoever. Just watching Mary do her thing.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:31:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003480,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames chuckled. So she had to be what he theorized all along. He went over to the counter and as he reached for the steak, he saw Mary gulp down the said substance Eve had mentioned. Come hell or high water. He knew this woman had power, but if this drink was anything like the drug before...he snatched the drink from her hands, \u0026quot;I believe that\u0026apos;s enough.\u0026quot; He tossed the steak into Eve\u0026apos;s mouth. His eyes on Mary. She was an uncanny one. And that worried him. \u0026quot;I mean no harm...but you should probably lay off on that stuff.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:34:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003699,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii found it easy to hold onto that bottle. Mary felt very, very good. Even as Bryce made his move, he couldn\u0026apos;t keep up with her growth. In the second he grabbed for her, she sprouted a few more inches of height. She\u0026apos;d take one of her arms and bring it to her lips, having a nice drink straight from the bottle. \u0026quot;Tastes poisonous, but you get used to it.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EOne of her arms? That was odd to say... until one realized that Mary had grown another eight feet tall, and many, many legs bursted out of her clothes. What was once Mary was now a sixteen foot tall millipede, with hundreds of meaty little insect legs. Her clothes and regular body were at the peak of her new form. She... she even had more human arms. At the end of her body, she had six defunct legs of different anthro creatures, which kicked about.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe Aetharis concoction had the ability to fix a soul; one of the rarest concoctions that existed in the known world, with the other known concoctions having been made of dead gods, and heavily protected by kingdoms, duchies, and even cabals and cults.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThis is what Mary just drank, and was drinking.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer hundreds of insect legs clattered along the floor, as she could almost no longer fit inside of the tavern. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry, I\u0026apos;ll get the steak.\u0026quot; Mary\u0026apos;s... top half... headed into the back, as the remaining eight feet of millipede woman remained hanging out the door. Crawling along the ceiling, Mary looped back around and drooped Eve\u0026apos;s pile of steaks in front of her, from the ceiling.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd she\u0026apos;d take another sip.",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:37:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003825,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails Dear room... farewell\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:37:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003856,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Mika Pinktails salutes the walls of text\n",                "date": "2017-05-28T22:37:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496003875,                "user": "Mika Pinktails"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond at this point just watched Mary transform into something he had no ability to recognize, and still pretended that nothing happened. So he looked back at Eve. \u0026quot;See? Told you, she\u0026apos;s just fine!\u0026quot; he said, totally sarcastically. It was an abomination. She turned into something that - save for maybe her head - seemed to resemble more of a spider than a human being. All those legs, all those arms... what is this? Yep, that\u0026apos;s still his wife.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Everything\u0026apos;s working all right.\u0026quot; he said, definitely sarcastically, then went back to the same table he sat at, where Eve was at too. Then just sighed and shrugged. \u0026quot;Well, I think we got the new Aetharis there... Say hello to the new owner of the tavern.\u0026quot; his sarcasm didn\u0026apos;t stop.",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:41:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496004063,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is quite astounded to see the evolution take place in Mary. The woman\u0026apos;s eyes widen, her anger from before dissolving to uncertainty. Though she doesn\u0026apos;t yet seem dangerous...this is Mary. Things can change in a heartbeat. \u0026quot;She\u0026apos;s not the new Aetharis until she rapes the barmaids,\u0026quot; Eve notes, frowning over at Bryce. For a moment, she does care about him and gestures sharply for his return. It\u0026apos;s best to let Mary be.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:42:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496004154,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames was ready to confront the woman\u0026apos;s strange transformation. Only to see that Eve was ushering him to her side. He blinked a few times. Though most of his instincts said engage. Detain. He reasoned that the woman knew more than him about this...uncanny...creature? He wasn\u0026apos;t sure what to say as he moved back to Eve. Sitting just slightly closer to her in case he had to grab her and run. Despite any resistance she would give.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:45:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496004341,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii continued to pulse and ripple, as her body moved about the entire tavern. Her bottom half was now on the floor, with her upper half up in the ceiling.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETo add to this, Mary grew an additional eight feet. She was now twenty four feet in length, from head to defunct legs, and still drinking. With a bizarre smile on her face, she drooped down from the ceiling, whispering into Eve\u0026apos;s ear as she brushed her \u0026apos;friend\u0026apos; with some of her thousands of insect legs: \u0026quot;I think we can change that. But, why stick to just women?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMary clambered along the other wall, bottle still in hand as she returned to the floor. Casually, she\u0026apos;d circle Stephanus, attempt to grab her with a section of her own body, and abduct him outside. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m ready to talk. Let\u0026apos;s go down to the river.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;d drink the rest of the bottle, set the empty bottle on a table and start going outside. Even though twelve feet of her was outside, another twelve feet was still inside.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHow absolutely horrifying.",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:49:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496004587,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was tempted to resist Mary and even do the unthinkable... but he just looked at her with a flat, expressionless, sarcastic face, which included raised eyebrows and a montone voice. \u0026quot;Sure, let\u0026apos;s go.\u0026quot; he said with his monotone voice, effectively allowing her to abduct him, not moving at all, despite being very much tempted to do so.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe was strongly tempted to just pull out his sword and cut himself out, but that would harm his wife... plus, if things turn dire, he can always do it later. So he just let her carry him to wherever she wanted for now. \u0026quot;Okay, so... what exactly are we going to talk about?\u0026quot; he asked sarcastically, once again with his monotone voice. She doesn\u0026apos;t seem very threatening yet, so he puts aside his unthinkable plan, and instead readies himself for negotiations.\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:54:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496004878,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mary Lenaii and Stephanus are carried outside, towards the river. A horrifying fate awaits the poor husband, who tried his best to serve his wife.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:56:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496004974,                "user": "Mary Lenaii"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith pushes up out of her seat and wanders over to the bar. Even though Steph hadn\u0026apos;t been able to help her yesterday, she\u0026apos;s going to help him. Using her nose, she tracks down some meat and begins to chow down, barely pausing to do more than occasionally chew. A minute passes before she finally turns and gestures to Bryce. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re healed?\u0026quot; She seeks to confirm. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go watch. Just in case he needs help.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T22:59:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496005179,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames nods in a quick fashion. In fact, since she wasn\u0026apos;t scolding him or in a complete rage. He was actually calmer. A but more focused. He felt his palm light up with just a spark of fire. \u0026quot;I agree. She seems to be a bit of a handful. Like a certain woman I know.\u0026quot; Her added with a touch of sass.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T23:04:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496005448,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith snorts and rolls her eyes. \u0026quot;And he\u0026apos;s as single minded as a certain man I know.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T23:05:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496005554,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames \u0026quot;we can resolve this later. Stephanus needs help now.\u0026quot; He would grasp his sword from it\u0026apos;s sheath and sprinted out the door.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T23:07:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496005659,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith holds Bryce back. \u0026quot;No...stealth. If you rush out with a blade drawn, we might piss off a peaceful creature.\u0026quot; Then she leads out slowly and subtly so that they can HIDE\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T23:08:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496005700,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames. Quiet? He wasn\u0026apos;t so good at this. But she reasoned it well as he sheathed his blade and followed her lead. Even dispelling his flames.\n",               "date": "2017-05-28T23:09:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496005791,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 28., vasárnap, 21:36:29"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Kait Ishida decided he\u0026apos;d waited long enough to see if the specimen would roll on through, assuming she\u0026apos;d taken a much longer break than expected. Kait stood up from the empty table, clutching his Odachi and heading out for the door, hoping not to miss the little brat. The chase he\u0026apos;s had with her was drawn out for too long as it stands if he loses her again then it\u0026apos;d mean another possible month or two worth of searching... Heading off towards the distance outside the tavern, returning to his lodgings.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T11:28:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496050139,                "user": "Kait Ishida"            },            {                "content": "Naerie returns from her vacation and simply busts open the main door. Jumps behind the counter with a wide smile on her face. \u0026quot;Ahhh good to be back.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:14:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496063644,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond walks into the tavern. Lots of things happened the past few days... things turned pretty intense. But now it seems like everyone has put it behind themselves. The past week almost seems like a bittersweet dream to our knight. Or, at least that\u0026apos;s how he wants to treat it. Started to well, turned into a nightmare, then in the end, turned kind of bittersweet.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he makes his way to the bar counter, sighing. \u0026quot;What will this day offer?\u0026quot; he asks himself out loud.",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:14:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496063695,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Today we offer 70% of our usual service. But 1 free beer.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:15:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496063759,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond blinks as he sees someone rather familiar. \u0026quot;Naerie? Is that you?\u0026quot; he blinks once again, then his hand goes into his pocket. \u0026quot;Then I guess I\u0026apos;ll take the free beer, and a hug. How much for that?\u0026quot; he asked from the fox-lady.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:17:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496063831,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Hmm I think I can give you the hug for free just as well, since you spent so much time here.\u0026quot; She reached other the counter and wrapped her arms around Steph, hugging him for a moment, before she leaned back and gave him his free beer.\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T15:23:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496064235,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond definitely enjoyed the hug the fox-lady gave him, giving him a semblance of what he wished for during that strange week. Then she let go of the hug, which would have preferred to keep for longer... but it was a free service, so he cannot complain. So he took the free beer, and began drinking it. \u0026quot;So how was your week?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:25:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496064358,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie sat down on top of the counter. \u0026quot;Not to bad, visited my family and friends. What about you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:27:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496064433,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;Well, that is a rather long story... Have you met anyone who got married and then widowed the same week, and made himself a widow out of self-defense?\u0026quot; he asked, referring to the strange sequence of events that happened this week to him. \u0026quot;Remember Mary Lenaii?\u0026quot; he asked. If he hasn\u0026apos;t made it obvious what he was referring to... then he would have a lot more explaining to do.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:29:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496064543,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie get herself a mug of juice from wich she drinks in between. \u0026quot;Uhm... no, I never got married. And I think I roughly remember her.... Are you okay?\u0026quot; She looked concerned, even thou he was just a customer, he was so often here, she would probably miss him by now.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:33:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496064806,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond responds to Naerie immediately. \u0026quot;She\u0026apos;s dead.\u0026quot; he replies to her \u0026apos;Are you okay?\u0026apos; question. He did not knew if the fox-lady understood the connection. A person gets married and widows himself - in other words, kills his wife out of self-defense. And Mary is dead. And Stephanus is telling all of this. And he doesn\u0026apos;t look okay at all. Is there a connection? Off course there is.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he sighs. \u0026quot;I guess I should just move on. Such is life.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:36:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496064966,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Well.... yes... I got that she died... Well...uhm... if you need someone to talk to, I\u0026apos;m always here for that.\u0026quot; She gave him a shot-glass with some strong stuff.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:39:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496065191,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond forces a smile on his face. \u0026quot;Thank you.\u0026quot; and takes the shot, downing it down immediately. No apparent effects, yet... \u0026quot;She was my wife. Arguably the only woman who didn\u0026apos;t tell me to get lost.\u0026quot; the only woman who didn\u0026apos;t have to be paid to refrain from telling him to get lost, that is. \u0026quot;The sooner I get back to my old self the better. No amount of mourning will bring her back from the dead.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:42:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496065349,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie nods at him. \u0026quot;Well, I never said, get lost, to you. Even when you don\u0026apos;t pay me. You can be quite nice.\u0026quot; She gave him a warm smile and drank from her juice.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But you are right, mourning won\u0026apos;t bring her back.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:49:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496065764,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but smile at her comment. \u0026quot;I always pay you... unless you explicitly say that it is free.\u0026quot; then he looked at her once again. Yep, she is beautiful. So he took out his gold again. \u0026quot;Speaking of paying... how much does a kiss cost?\u0026quot; he asked from her. Innocent enough.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;And I think I\u0026apos;ll also take some wine...\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:52:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496065979,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Depends on the kiss, but knowing you, you want one with tongue, sooo 2 silver for the kiss and 3 for the wine.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T15:56:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496066165,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods. \u0026quot;Very well.... you can keep the change.\u0026quot; he said, and effectively paid her double the amount she originally asked for: ten silver coins. Then he waited for the service to begin, for the fox-lady to kiss him on the lips and allow him to force his tongue into her mouth. Or is she going to bring out the wine first? No matter.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T15:57:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496066263,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie got on all fours on the counter and leaned over towards him, tilting her head slightly and opening her lips a bit. When she kissed him, she herself soflty nudged his tongue with hers.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:01:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496066517,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took his hand onto the fox-lady\u0026apos;s cheek, and rubbing it while rubbing his tongue with hers. It wasn\u0026apos;t the way he was expecting it, but it did the job just fine. He didn\u0026apos;t expect her to be on all her four, but he did not complain - after all, a kiss is sitll a kiss, and she is very good at it. So would he keep sucking on her tongue while rubbing her cheek.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:03:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496066602,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie shows no signs of breaking the kiss. She lets him play with her as he pleases and just answers his challenges to play with him. Her dress gives a good view on her goods, since she is now on all fours. She even moans a little bit into the kiss.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:06:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496066793,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond indeed does not break the kiss either. In fact, His hand slides down from her cheek towards her \u0026apos;goods\u0026apos;, to at least make an attempt at rubbing them and fondling them. This isn\u0026apos;t what he paid for, but given how he already paid double the price... we could just pretend that he paid in advance for this. And so he would keep licking her tongue passionately, while rubbing her breasts.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:08:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496066896,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie even lets him play a little bit with her breasts before she leans back. \u0026quot;Sex is off the menu today. So I just offer, BJ\u0026apos;s nude company, wich includes sitting on your lap and you may put your hands on my breasts.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:11:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496067089,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods to her. \u0026quot;I did not intend to order that either... but I\u0026apos;ll be happy to have you sitting on my lap, and endure me rubbing you...\u0026quot; he said to her, and expected her to do exactly that, so he can kiss her cheek and rub her breasts. She knows that he cannot resist such offers.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:13:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496067187,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie slips down from the counter, standing next to him and taking off her uniform, by now she doesn\u0026apos;t even wear underwear anymore. The dress lands on the counter and she sits down in his lap. \u0026quot;You can massage my breasts as much as you like, but don\u0026apos;t think you get me horny enough to fuck you. If you want to come, I still offer blowjobs today.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:18:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496067498,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not expect her to just drop her uniform. He would have been alright with her even wearing the uniform... But he was fine with this too. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think that\u0026apos;ll be necessary...\u0026quot; he said and immediately began rubbing her breasts. And in the same time, he tried to once again kiss her on the lips. After all, he can do both at the same time, can\u0026apos;t he?\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:20:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496067633,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie has to laugh for a second before she answers his kisses again. Her nipples get hard from his massages. If this is what he want\u0026apos;s she sure won\u0026apos;t deny it. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m surprised.....you don\u0026apos;t.... want a....blowjob.\u0026quot; She mumbles into the kiss.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:26:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496067990,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does not reply to her surprise, but instead keeps kissing her and massaging her breasts. Once again, he begins sucking on her tongue, all while his greedy hands have fun with her most excellent breasts. This is what he called a treat. He does not want a blowjob... as of now.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:28:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068111,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie leans a little bit back, since he wanted to play with her, she let\u0026apos;s him. Every now and then, she moans, when he hits a certain spot.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:31:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068312,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond gladly continues playing with the beautiful fox-lady, licking her tongue while massaging her breasts. And then he breaks the kiss, and puts his tongue to her breast. He kisses her left nipple, and begins to lick that breast of hers. Then he starts sucking on her right breast, after a bit of licking. His hands will take care of the other breast.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:33:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068412,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie closes her eyes and softly scratches his neck as if he was a cat. \u0026quot;Maybe I should pay you....\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:36:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068607,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond groans up a little, then kisses her right nipple. \u0026quot;Next time, I\u0026apos;ll be paying you to have a dinner with me...\u0026quot; he says, before returning to sucking on her breast, while rubbing the other. He missed this. He missed all of this. Guess his life isn\u0026apos;t going to be so bad after all.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:38:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068729,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie keeps quiet and looks down on his head, scratching him in between.\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T16:42:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068923,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond kisses her nipple for the last time, then goes back to kissing her on the lips and rubbing her breasts with his hands. Once again, if she accepts the kiss on the lips, he starts working on turning it into a tongue-kiss.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:42:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496068976,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie shows no resistance what so ever when he comes back to her lips. She even bites him softly.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:48:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069318,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond keeps kissing Naerie, and rubbing her breasts. He responds not to the biting, but a hand of his starts to slide down from her breasts towards a feminine part of her... even though she said that sex is off the menu. Will she grab his hand and try to get it off from there?\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:50:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069429,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie reaches for his hand as it comes close to her bellybutton and drags it back up.\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T16:52:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069529,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond takes his hand back onto her breast, then breaks the kiss... then he kisses her cheek. \u0026quot;I guess this should be it for today... the next time, I\u0026apos;ll pay you to have a dinner with me.\u0026quot; he smiled at her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:53:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069583,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie giggles and slips from his lap to get dressed again. \u0026quot;Dinner huh? Sounds nice\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:54:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069696,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiles. \u0026quot;Yes. That\u0026apos;s what you\u0026apos;ll be paid for. To be yourself.\u0026quot; he smiled and kissed her cheek once again.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:55:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069741,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie leans against the counter. \u0026quot;You are a weirdo, but an interesting one.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:56:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069788,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stands up and dusts himself off... or at least, makes such motions. \u0026quot;Me, weirdo? What\u0026apos;s so weird about that?\u0026quot; he asks with curiousity. \u0026quot;Is that... not a service you offer?\u0026quot; he winks at her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:57:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069874,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;True, yet it seems you only want me. Wich is flattering I must say.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T16:58:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496069938,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond goes over to her again and pats her head. \u0026quot;It is my duty to flatter you...\u0026quot; he made his attempt at flirting. \u0026quot;At least we will get to know each other for real.... right?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:00:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070003,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Well, you can always ask me questions, I might or might not answer them.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T17:06:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070404,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond put his hand onto her cheek. \u0026quot;I will ask them on that occasion.\u0026quot; then he went on to kiss her on the lips again, trying to resist the urge to extend this one into a tongue-kiss.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:07:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070462,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie answers his kiss once more. \u0026quot;Fine by me\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:09:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070547,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiles. \u0026quot;Thank you. How much more shall I pay you... for this treat?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:09:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070597,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Hmmm 4 silver pieces\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T17:11:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070663,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond puts eight silver pieces on the table. \u0026quot;Very well.\u0026quot; deliberately overpaying her. Then he begins to leave the tavern, unless she does anything to stop him.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:11:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070698,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie collects the money and waves after him.\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T17:13:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496070803,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Sayren WindDancer She been on the run for days. First it was to get away from the bandits that ransacked the caracvan, but it changed to a search as she realized her lover was nowhere to be seen. Hours in the sun didn\u0026apos;t fair well on her, giving her a slight sunburn along her elbows to her wrists. Everywhere else was at least covered by cloth or her leather pauldrons and chest piece.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E She only arrived at this tavern because her horse was so incline on making sure that she arrived here. The asshole even said she needed to eat, drink and sleep. What does he know?...her lover was out there. Alone...or worse...a corpse. The thought made streams run down her face even though she tried her best to hold them back. She would enter the tavern. Her long dirty blonde hair frizzed from days of negligence. Her white shirt under her leather chest piece was torn by massive slashes that she was more than happy only grazed her skin with light cuts. Her arms held herself up as she made her way to the tavern\u0026apos;s bar counter. She couldn\u0026apos;t look up. Not Since she knew her eyes were still stained red from tears.",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:44:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496072677,                "user": "Sayren WindDancer"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - after being gone for a short amount of time - would make his reappearence at the tavern, albeit with some delay. Before he would re-enter the tavern, someone has already made an appearence- Sayren. When he came back with his horse to \u0026apos;park\u0026apos; it in the nearest stables and make his reappearence in the tavern, he noticed that there was another horse there. Someone has arrived on horseback.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he stepped inside the tavern with a yawn and went towards the counter, but... he saw a person there. A woman. And it looked like she was not in the best spirits, that he could tell from that far. So he made his walk over there, to Sayren. He wasn\u0026apos;t bold enough to place his hand onto her sohulder, even though he was certainly tempted to do so. \u0026quot;Hey, you... looks like you\u0026apos;ll need something strong to get your spirits back.\u0026quot; he said to her, whistling for Naerie to request her reappearence. \u0026quot;Ey fox-lady, couldja get something strong for the lady over there? I\u0026apos;ll pay for it.\u0026quot; and then looked at Sayren. \u0026quot;I suppose something tragic must have happened to you...\u0026quot; he said, without even introducing himself first.",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:51:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496073115,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie looks up as she hears the door opening. The vixen never saw this women before, so she must be new. She gives the guest a little time to come in and sit down, there are enough free seats. Shortly after Steph came back. As he yelled over to her, her furr on the tail began to stand up. Naerie stepped forth from behind the counter and approached the women. Up close she noticed, that she looked like she\u0026apos;s been trough quite alot.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ELike most of the time, she was wearing the orange and black uniform. She should talk to the owner if they could change it....\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Hello miss, what can I bring you? Water, food.... medical aid?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe didn\u0026apos;t even look at Stephanus.",               "date": "2017-05-29T17:57:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496073446,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Sayren WindDancer chewed on her lips. She almost jumped a little when the man came up to speak to her. She wasn\u0026apos;t in the mood for something strong. But he was right...something tragic had happened. Then a woman from behind the counter approached Sayren. She would gulp, swallowing her pride as she glanced up at the fox, \u0026quot;Some water please?...\u0026quot; Her voice coarse from yelling. Shouting desperately for so long. She would finally glance at the paladin figure beside her. \u0026quot;Are...you a knight of some sort?...\u0026quot; Her voice still a bit weak and achy.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:02:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496073757,                "user": "Sayren WindDancer"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at Sayren and sat down next to her. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m a paladin. Now, if it hurts a lot, you don\u0026apos;t need to say it... but you can tell me what happened. If you are injured, I can heal you.\u0026quot; he made the offers of medical aid as well. \u0026quot;You are safe in this tavern. Nobody is going to try to harm you here.\u0026quot; he said to her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E~ Some things never change... ~ he thought to himself. He did not ask her for her name yet, and he did not say his either. Introductions are to be after Naerie brings her the water... and possibly after she tells her story.",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:07:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496074033,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie nodded at the order and returned to the counter to get a clean glass with water. On the way she snapped once with her fingers and the orange shoulder part vanished.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EIt doesn\u0026apos;t take long for her to give the women the glass filled with water, just in case she is already carrying a carafe with more water in it.",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:12:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496074329,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Sayren WindDancer She felt comforted by the paladin\u0026apos;s words. But she still clung to herself as he asked for what happened. \u0026quot;I...I was guarding a caravan. We were ambushed.\u0026quot; The scene was vividly remembered. Almost flashing before her eyes. \u0026quot;I...I got separated...\u0026quot; The fox maiden passed her a glass she offered the woman a grateful smile, \u0026quot;Thank you...\u0026quot; She would take the drink, intending only to sip on it but immediately realized just how thirsty she was and she tried to chug it down. Doing so, she ended up coughing up the water onto the bartop. Her lips shivered as streams of tears ran down her face, \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m so sorry Miss.\u0026quot; Her voice croaked. \u0026quot;Please. Give me a rag and I\u0026apos;ll clean it up...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:20:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496074851,                "user": "Sayren WindDancer"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond heard such stories before. A succesful caravan ambush. He never witnessed one himself - as in that case, he wouldn\u0026apos;t be alive, or the ambush would have failed - but nevertheless... to hear a story of it. Still, he didn\u0026apos;t hear too much yet. She was guarding a caravan, she got separated from the rest of her gang.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I see... what happened to the rest of your gang? Do you think they beat off the ambushers?\u0026quot; he asked. He dared not to ask yet what they were carrying, as that would have been in bad taste. \u0026quot;I hope those bandits will be rounded up and hanged...\u0026quot; he remarked about the ambushers, given how lawful he was.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen she coughed up water. \u0026quot;You should get a room and get some rest. I heard there are plenty of cheap rooms around here...\u0026quot; he advised to Sayren.",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:26:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496075168,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie couldn\u0026apos;t help but to listen to Sayren. Attacked caravan? Not unusual in her opinion and most of the time, not even that difficult. Once the glass was empty, she refilled it. The water that hit the bartop, was already taken care off by a bat-like rag, which then flew back to the ceiling.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:27:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496075253,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Sayren WindDancer The people here were very supportive. The paladin seemed excruciatingly righteous. Which made her smile, it reminded her of her teacher. She glanced back at the top expecting a rag, but the mess itself was gone and her glass refilled. Her eyes flooded up in the wells as she took the glass and carefully sipped it. \u0026quot;Thank you again...my...my name is Sayren. Sayren WindDancer of the Diamond clan.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:31:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496075470,                "user": "Sayren WindDancer"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond patted Sayren on the shoulder. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Tavilrond. Stephanus Tavilrond. You have arrived at this tavern at an... interesting time, to say the least. The fox-lady\u0026apos;s Naerie.\u0026quot; he said, then looking at Naerie. Then he looked around. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll pay for your room today, if you are short on money. That\u0026apos;s the least people can do for someone in need. You should get your rest and clear your head before telling us the rest of your story.\u0026quot; he continued. Or, she could continue right now too...\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:34:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496075692,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie simply leaned against the wall. The women was to much in shock to really talk to and she had no desire to talk to Stephanus at the moment.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:37:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496075850,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Sayren WindDancer She glanced up at the paladin, extending her hand to shake his, \u0026quot;Thank you so much...and sorry...I don\u0026apos;t know where the rest of the caravan are...or if there were survivors...I\u0026apos;ve been searching for them for days. The only reason I stopped here is because my friend wouldn\u0026apos;t allow me to push myself any further. I know he\u0026apos;s looking out for me, but I need to find that caravan...there\u0026apos;s someone important waiting for me in it.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:42:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496076172,                "user": "Sayren WindDancer"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;Hold on... you will first need to get a good rest before even looking out for them. If you have been searching for them for days, skipping one day to rest will not mean anything. Alternatively... you could pinpoint their potential position to me, so I could also search if there are any survivors. Though...\u0026quot; he wanted to say \u0026apos;if there are survivors, they would have probably already made their way here\u0026apos;, but dared not to. Instead he just finished the would-be sentence with \u0026quot;... nevermind. Who is this important friend of yours from the caravan, if I may ask?\u0026quot; he asked, out of pure curiousity.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ENaerie may not have had any desire to talk to him, but neither did he. He focused on Sayren only.",               "date": "2017-05-29T18:46:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496076371,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Rei Harumi Stumbles her way about into the tavern, a slight gash caught on the side of her, yet Rei pays no attention to it with just a simple hand over it to stop any bleeding for the moment... Or the best she could at the very least. Those amber eyes of hers scanning the area, her pupils in a rather normal state. She was dressed in a silk white kimono, her right side now stained with a trail of blood. Her right hand was clenching a katana, though the sheath made it appear as if the weapon was brand new. Taking steps over to the nearest empty chair, the girl rested her back against the table and let the weapon clang against the stone flooring. A slight pant from her but nothing serious, perhaps she was on a light jog and simply caught herself on something lying on the floor.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T22:43:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496090638,                "user": "Rei Harumi"            },            {                "content": "Naerie was again, taking a nap in the wood work. Her tail and arm were dangling down, giving away her position. On the counter was a card. \u0026quot;Service nearby, please speak up if you wish for: - Food, - Water, -Alcohol, - Sexual Services.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-29T22:54:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496091293,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Rei Harumi Never took notice of the card at first, watching over to her slashed arm and realizing the blood had finished. It wasn\u0026apos;t long till she removed her hand from it, though decided to bandage nothing over her open wound, taking a moment to breathe before looking at the dirtied mess of her hand and arm, sighing to herself and allowing her own thoughts to speak. \u0026apos;\u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003EThank god I got out of there, that creep wouldn\u0026apos;t back off\u003C/span\u003E \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E-\u003C/span\u003E \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003EYou should have just shown him his insides!\u003C/span\u003E\u0026apos; It was a typical conversation within her head, the two personalities battling each other in thought, though Rei rarely noticed the second voice in her head, it was like the thought came in and drifted out just as fast... Like a ghost, she never knew it was there. Get eyes wandering once more before resting onto the card, though the elf required none of that.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:02:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496091767,                "user": "Rei Harumi"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Walked back through the tavern\u0026apos;s doors, for a small break on what ever his current \u0026apos;little\u0026apos; quest was. Thought it would be nice to check on what has been happening around the tavern while he was away. Even decided to move into the kitchen and make a small sandwich. Needing something to eat while even deciding that while here, he might as well converse with many different people. Looking around upon exiting the kitchen he would simply move around and smile. Wondering what might happen today or nothing will happen. Still he did notice the girl doing something. Leaving it be, as it wasn\u0026apos;t entirely his business to butt in and find out everything about each customer.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:05:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496091945,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Rei Harumi noticed the man, she offered a wave of the crimson-stained hand of hers. Now debating if she should go wash it off or not, but it seemed like too much trouble for her at the time being and to be honest, the elf just wanted a little relaxation at the moment. Being outside nearly all day every day has its downsides, and when she comes across a building or two, she likes to take a quick rest in them and see if it\u0026apos;s worth re-visiting anytime. She suddenly gripped tightly over that open wound of hers, her arm straining and the veins clearly showing, or more than usual, through that pale complexion of hers. Under her arm, little cracks and snaps could be heard as the hardened scales began to sprout from just her soft skin, the hardened pieces just rose up, though of course, she preferred to cover this so that even she couldn\u0026apos;t see this, though the feel alone made her skin crawl. When her arm had released all the pressure, she slid away from her other hand, and all that remained over the wound was a slim layer of scales that burned through her skin. They were cracked and bent, a green color much like her tail.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:16:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496092576,                "user": "Rei Harumi"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shaking his head a little before smiling at her, \u0026quot; despite all that miss, any thing you might need, food, drinks? \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t going to make anything worse than it might have been other than he was slightly worried about what ever was happening might have a reason. Leaving it as is and continued to do his daily work while curious about something that might chance the course of what might happen in the tavern or around them. This would require him to completely leave for a long time and much remain away to complete what ever it was. Might do a few drop in through some type of transportation. Nice breezy day, it felt nice to have a breeze flow through the building. Cycling out the stale air that might have began to stagnate.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:35:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496093736,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Rei Harumi The girl sighed as those scales left her would rather itchy, bringing her fingers ver the rough scales to scratch only causes a right crackling sound as her fingers brush up against thew surface. A few of the green flakes dropping below her, it was hard for her to get used to that feeling no matter how many times it happened. Curiously looking to her arm, caused her to get a few chills along her spine realizing just what she was. It was sad, but she didn\u0026apos;t care much anymore, rubbing her arm along its length a for moments before dusting off any scattered scale flakes.Noticing the man speaking to her, but she shook her head in response. \u0026quot;No thanks, I\u0026apos;m just relaxing for the moment. Fell on the ground and sliced my arm, so I\u0026apos;m just trying to get a break.\u0026quot; Her eyes watched to him while she spoke, but trailed back off when she had finished speaking. Gazing up to the door, perhaps expecting someone...\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:41:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496094082,                "user": "Rei Harumi"            },            {                "content": "MEGAHOT LAWYER MAN somehow drifts up to the front door, riding a chariot. The horses also drift, leaving a really sick and long skid mark leading up to the door. He steps down from his chariot, carrying a hefty bag.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe was exactly the person Rei was waiting for. \u0026quot;Hello, my sleazy patrons! Calm your boners and troubled panties, I am here on work.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:49:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496094582,                "user": "MEGAHOT LAWYER MAN"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; alright then, well if you need something just ask. \u0026quot; With that he would leave her be and ensure there was enough food on the bar\u0026apos;s counter for guest to eat when they stopped by or even stay. As for him he needed to get back to the quest at hand. Didn\u0026apos;t take long before he would simply walk around the corner and vanish, not saying or informing any one where he was headed. Only thing that was known is that he seemed a little irritated. Just at it was, this male was doing something that might reek havoc where ever he goes.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:51:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496094713,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Celica Eilen walked towards the Tavern, coming up from the bridge behind it... wondering why there was a staircase leading up to it... that was directly infront a river. She made her way within the tavern, staying a slight distance away from the chariot rider and entered after the strange lawyer, sighing in relief as she finally found a place to rest for the while-- all that walking taking a considerable toll on her feet...\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:54:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496094868,                "user": "Celica Eilen"            },            {                "content": "MEGAHOT LAWYER MAN points at Celica. \u0026quot;You, my female warrior companion, are of absurd heat. I feel myself aroused merely by you stepping in here... oh wait, I am always aroused.\u0026quot; He waggled his eyebrows with such fierceness, that the sun had to look away for a moment and the world became dark for about fifteen seconds.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe raises an arm to the sky as his muscles almost burst from his official township lawyer clothes, \u0026quot;I am looking for a Steph... Stephen? Steve?\u0026quot; He checks the bag again: \u0026quot;My good man, Stephanus. And his hot bitch who\u0026apos;s body is scattered all over outside. Why, if I wasn\u0026apos;t on business...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe also quickly shoots a lightning wink at Rei.",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:57:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496095057,                "user": "MEGAHOT LAWYER MAN"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is currently absent from the tavern.\n",                "date": "2017-05-29T23:58:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496095118,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Rei Harumi Looked at the strange and loud entering man, surely not the man she was afraid of coming through that door that with the way he was acting... Perhaps she should be afraid of him too. Not wanting to be rude, she offered a slight wave of her blood-stained hand, continuing the gesture to the woman entering behind. \u0026quot; Hello there\u0026quot; Speaking to both of them, her tone quiet and soft. Taking note of Aetharis\u0026apos;s words and pulling out a small handbook. It was nothing but blank pages and a tattered cover, though she seemed to flip through as if something interesting was taped across the pages.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T23:58:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496095122,                "user": "Rei Harumi"            },            {                "content": "Celica Eilen tilted her head to one side, wondering what the strange person\u0026apos;s talking about. \u0026quot;Ummm... I could burn off your arousal if you wish~?\u0026quot; She said with a warm smile, extending her hand... aimed at the lawyer. She then shook her head and lowered her hand, heading straight towards the tavern\u0026apos;s interior to grab a seat and rest herself for a while, before planning to order something to eat-- surely they sold food in here.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T00:01:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496008918,                "user": "Celica Eilen"            },            {                "content": "MEGAHOT LAWYER MAN waggled around a bag of gold that was hefty enough to kill someone with. He didn\u0026apos;t seem to notice its weight, because of his M-U-S-C-L-E-S. With a quick run, he\u0026apos;d slide along the floorboards over to Rei. His... did the soles of his shoes have no traction to them?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Woah.\u0026quot; He had to wipe the sweat from his face. \u0026quot;My ladyfriend, it\u0026apos;s inappropriate to touch yourself, in public, while having your period. It\u0026apos;s disrespectful to the book you\u0026apos;re... uh. Going to write. Seen a Stephanus around here?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe was filled with joy as he flexed mightily towards Celica: \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m ready, your greatness! Burn my already burning hot arousal out of me!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-29T00:03:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496008980,                "user": "MEGAHOT LAWYER MAN"            },            {                "content": "Celica Eilen also turned and smiled to Rei, giving her a slight nod in response to her greeting. Her reaction a bit delayed due to the Lawyer\u0026apos;s display. \u0026quot;I--- I\u0026apos;d rather not really.\u0026quot; She said with a small laugh, shaking her head with regards to the lawyer\u0026apos;s words.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T00:05:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496009158,                "user": "Celica Eilen"            },            {                "content": "Rei Harumi shook her head, new to the establishment she didn\u0026apos;t know a single name within her \u0026quot; No, I don\u0026apos;t happen to know someone of such a name...\u0026quot; Sighing as she scratched the scale covered scar of hers, a few more flakes dropping off... \u0026quot; And the blood is from a wound, not... That.\u0026quot; Seeming to avoid the way he had worded it, simply resting her back against the table as the strange man spoke over towards the other woman, she didn\u0026apos;t want to interrupt their conversation. Of course, for more than just polite reasons.\n",               "date": "2017-05-29T00:07:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496009254,                "user": "Rei Harumi"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 29., hétfő, 10:39:19"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his appearence in the tavern... in the usual manner: ride his horse towards the nearby stable, park in it in the stable, get off his horse, storm to the tavern\u0026apos;s entrance, open the door, and \u0026apos;present\u0026apos; himself, stepping in slowly, and making his way towards the bar. \u0026quot;Nothing interesting today either, eh? Guess I\u0026apos;ll just help myself to some wine, as usual...\u0026quot; he says it out loud, going behind the bar to grab a bottle of wine, then sit down on a chair in front of the bar, open the bottle, and start drinking - from the bottle.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T14:37:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496147837,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira woke yet again in her wonderfully frozen rented room, certainly cold enough to store meats but it was perfectly comfortable for the two occupants. A tall, pale skinned man was snuggled up behind her, spooning her body under the covers while blond hair covered his closed eyes. His breathing was slow and even and when Eira attempted to scoot away, his strong arms tried to hold her in place before finally releasing her so she could get up and get dressed...oh wait...she didnt have any more clothes aside from her fur armor and the rest of the tavern was too hot to wear those. Her face flushed as she grabbed her long, light blue colored cloak and pulled it on, holding it completely closed over her nude body as she made her way out of her bedroom door in search of any female that might be able to assist her in getting \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003Esomething\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E to wear. When the door closed behind her, she was pleased to see that the tavern was still quiet save for one long man, Stephanus. She had met him a few times before and only spoke briefly to him but she had no intention of exposing herself to the man as she tried to scurry off. Perhaps Witch or Eve could help\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-30T14:41:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496148081,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith had been away yesterday, unable to be found in the forge, her room, or anywhere in the tavern. Now it seems the human is back! Her hand lifts to blearily wipe sleep from her squinted gaze. With soft steps and only the occasional creak of wood, Eve makes her way down to the bar without so much as noticing Stephanus or Eira. Only a yawn, stretch, and several seconds after she sits a few stools away will Eve register their presences. \u0026quot;Oh....hey,\u0026quot; she mutters, looking like she\u0026apos;s on the verge of unconsciousness once more. \u0026quot;Did I miss anythi....where are your clothes?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T14:43:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496148221,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond notices a few familiar faces, finally... at least, only one familiar face. The other is someone he only briefly spoke with, Eira. In fact, he can\u0026apos;t even remember her name. But Eve... he knows her. He seems to pay little attention to Eira\u0026apos;s sense of modesty, either because he is too busy filling himself with alcoholic beverages, or because after having had his carnal desires fufilling once in front of everyone in this tavern before, seeing a person semi-naked would definitely not be a surprise. Either way, he only had one brief look at Eira, and seemed to focus on Eve, who in turn was focusing on Eira, it seemed. He said no words.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E~ Maybe I should talk to Eve... ~ he thought to himself, but did not do so yet.",               "date": "2017-05-30T14:46:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496148407,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira must have let the cloak slip open at some point for Eve to note that she wore nothing under the long cloth and it made Eira\u0026apos;s face burn with embarrassment. \u0026quot;Eve...Do you by chance have spare clothes to wear? Both sets of my ummer clothes have been burned and I can\u0026apos;t wear my winter gear in this heat. Erm... I will pay you for them and will be very, very grateful to you.\u0026quot; She replied, her eyes pointedly looking at her bare feet and unable to meet the other two\u0026apos;s gaze.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T14:51:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496148686,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has the good sense to feel awkward enough to the both of them. She almost pointedly seems to be avoiding Stephanus. According to her imagination, he\u0026apos;s likely to be angry since she killed his last wife. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think any of my things would fit you...\u0026quot; Eve is barely a hundred pounds and rail thin, whereas Eira has curves in abundance. \u0026quot;I think I saw some clothes behind the bar once?\u0026quot; Maybe they\u0026apos;ll get lucky and have a lost and found. In her peripheral gaze, she catches Stephanus looking at her and seems to sit a bit straighter. Should she run? Her feet shift uncomfortably until she sets them on a rail, giving her just enough leverage if she needs to make a break for it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T14:58:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496149130,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond takes another glug of his red wine. Truth be told, he was not angry at Eve at all. She killed his wife? No, his wife was already dead before that. She was dead the moment she transformed into that... thing that they physically killed together. If anything, it was a mercy-kill. But yes indeed, any sight of Eve would bring back memories of his now-dead wife Mary.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EIgnoring Eira\u0026apos;s plight and quest for clothes, he would just sigh and think of a conversation-starter with Eve. \u0026quot;So... how\u0026apos;s Byrce? Did he get hurt after the battle? Or you, for that matter?\u0026quot; he asked Eve. Not the best conversation-starter, but still...",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:02:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496149359,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira was sad to hear that Eve\u0026apos;s clothes wouldnt fit but then again, she should have figured as much considering how the two of them differed in body type. Even so, she did take the advise and shuffled behind the bar with both hands clutching the robe tightly as she leaned down to look for anything... Only to find discarded Barmaid\u0026apos;s uniform. It was hardly modest but I might fit, if not a bit snug in some places. It would have to make do for now as she took it and showed it to the blacksmith with a worried expression before rushing off to her room to get dressed.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:04:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496149473,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith lifts her brows at the barmaid\u0026apos;s outfit and gives a tentative thumbs up. It\u0026apos;s only when there\u0026apos;s no buffer between them and she has no choice but to give her undivided attention to Stephanus that she looks at him, slightly amused by his awful attempt to strike up conversation. \u0026quot;After he tried to seduce me again I tossed him out the door. He still came back, so I told him that things wouldn\u0026apos;t work out.\u0026quot; As if literally throwing him out had somehow been too subtle. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think he was hurt. I was a bit exhausted and went to go sleep it off where I wouldn\u0026apos;t be disturbed.\u0026quot; A nearby roll is picked up and slowly pulled apart, bit by bit, to plop into her mouth. \u0026quot;How have you been holding up?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:11:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496149874,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond pays no attention to Eira\u0026apos;s choice of dress, or her disappearence, focusing his attention on the one he is having a conversation with. \u0026quot;I see... Some people never learn...\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;Me? I\u0026apos;m trying my hardest at putting it behind me.\u0026quot; and what exactly was he referring to by \u0026apos;it\u0026apos;? \u0026quot;Otherwise, I am doing just fine... No sense in constantly being fixated on the past.\u0026quot; he said, saying that he is trying to move on... \u0026quot;After all, no amount of mourning will bring her back.\u0026quot; he finished his sentence.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Best that can be done is to drink. After all, the elf ain\u0026apos;t here, so... feel free to help yourself to something strong.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:16:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496150182,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira checked to see if the man in her bed was still asleep...he was and it made her smile but she still got dressed in the uniform and was temped to take the damn thing right back off because the dress next to nothing when it came to covering her breasts and her large ass made the hem of it to rise up higher on her thighs. But..It was better than nothing she supposed and after she got dressed, she walked back out of her room tugging on her the dress to try and keep it down while also trying not to pull it down low enough that it was pulled down from her breasts. Gods...this was humiliating. When she got back to Eve and Steph, she was flushed and pouting. \u0026quot;Well...How bad is it?\u0026quot; She asked Eve.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:24:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496150658,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith gives a wry grin at Stephanus\u0026apos; statement. Some people never learn, because she agrees. \u0026quot;At least the water elf,\u0026quot; Kelek, \u0026quot;had the sense to leave after I rejected \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ehim\u003C/span\u003E twice.\u0026quot; She imagines \u0026apos;it\u0026apos; means Mary, so won\u0026apos;t inquire much further for exacts. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m sorry for all you\u0026apos;ve been through, Steph. If there\u0026apos;s anything I can do to help or distract you, let me know.\u0026quot; That\u0026apos;s probably not the best question for someone who\u0026apos;ll probably be raging drunk within the hour. Eve turns her head to look at Eira, her eyes naturally looking over the outfit as to offer helpful criticism. \u0026quot;I..uh.....Steph?\u0026quot; She refuses to answer, since there\u0026apos;s a perfectly able male in the room to give his say. Once again, she faintly hears Eira\u0026apos;s moans from a week ago echoing in her head, making the ginger blush heavily.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:30:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496151002,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond responds to Eve first. \u0026quot;It is allright... I probably made a big mistake in the very beginning. The next time, I\u0026apos;ll probably just try to do things your way...\u0026quot; which can be interpreted in various ways. Either that he will try going for the no-strings attached things like Eve, or that that he will attempt to go for Eve next?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen Eira\u0026apos;s dress came as a subject. So he took a good look at it. However, instead of the dress, his attention seemed to have went to Eira\u0026apos;s curves... He took a good look, scanning from top to bottom. \u0026quot;Looks good to me...\u0026quot; he tried to remark in a monotone manner, which was likely a lie. That covert-pervert was more into checking out her curves than her actual dress. But he tried to not to make it obvious. Then he looked back at Eve silently, especially seeing her blush.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Eve? What\u0026apos;s wrong?\u0026quot; he asked, deliberately. It may be his one chance. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re looking good too, Eve...\u0026quot; he tried to calm down, laughing a bit, deliberately misinterpreting the situation.",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:35:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496151327,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira licked her lips as the two of them scrutinized her scandalous outfit and she did take note of Eve\u0026apos;s blushes. Even after they got to talk it out, memories still had a funny way of rearing their head when you least expected them to. Even so, she believed Steph\u0026apos;s comment on her dress. After all, he was a paladin and those typically had decent morals...well...the ones who had passed through her village when she was younger had been righteous and did their best to convert her people from their beliefs but they had been genuinely good people. \u0026quot;Erm... Thank you, Steph.\u0026quot; She replied to him, going off of the name Eve had given him because she was not entirely sure of the man\u0026apos;s name herself.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:44:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496151856,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith smirks into the roll. \u0026quot;You mean you\u0026apos;ll accidentally lead people on and tell them no at the last possible second because you can\u0026apos;t go through with it after all? Or do you mean you\u0026apos;ll accidentally poison yourself and a stranger and fuck like animals in the middle of a tavern?\u0026quot; After her day off, she\u0026apos;s learned to smile again. To laugh at her mistakes. Still blushing, she glances down at her bread and fidgets awkwardly with the crumbs on the counter, as if not sure if she wants to brush them off or pick each one up with slender fingers. \u0026quot;What? Nothing\u0026apos;s wrong. You\u0026apos;re crazy.\u0026quot; Her words are a bit too quick, gaze a bit too pointed towards neither of them. Knowing just how silly her behavior is, she decides to joke. What better way to shut people out than with humor? \u0026quot;I mean, how can you look at a kiwi after seeing a watermelon and settle with the kiwi?\u0026quot; More food!\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:48:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496152108,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just had to reply to Eve\u0026apos;s joke, but before that, he just replied to Eira with a smile. Then onto Eve.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If the watermelon already belongs to someone, you have no choice but to settle with the kiwi.\u0026quot; he said, winking. Which was arguably rather crude, and probably in bad taste, but one can understand what he was referring too - sure, he would have pleasure f...ing Eira, but given how she already had someone - or so he thought and imagined -, she was off-limits. Besides, as much plesaure can a woman\u0026apos;s curves bring to a man\u0026apos;s eyes, in the bed, they mean little. But now, he had to make a less crude joke.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Besides... I think I am more familiar with the kiwi than the melon.\u0026quot; he winked again at Eve.",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:54:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496152486,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira as innocent as she still was...she didn\u0026apos;t quite get the food jokes. Were they hungry? One preferring kiwis to watermelons? Did they even have those fruits in-house? If they looked at Eira, she would look very confused like a deer caught in the headlights.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T15:57:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496152643,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith glances up at Eira, curious how the watermelon in question feels about their chat. The woman\u0026apos;s cluelessness makes Eve chuckle. Slowly, hesitantly at first, then a full on laugh. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re the melon, Eira,\u0026quot; Eve finally says, gesturing to both of their bosoms to explain. Stephanus\u0026apos; remarks are met with a chuckle. \u0026quot;The kiwi\u0026apos;s coo coo,\u0026quot; she reasons. His now double wink makes her look at him just a bit more intently. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t you need time to mourn...?\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;s definitely interested. Why else would she kill off the competition?\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:00:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496152847,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does not shrug at Eve\u0026apos;s question, only repeat a sentence he previously has said. \u0026quot;No amount of mourning will bring her back. The sooner I move on, the better. Maybe I should start that by winking at you\u0026quot; he made the joke, and winked at Eve for a third time. All while Eira was still here to eyewitness and earwitness it all. She didn\u0026apos;t seem to have been as well-acquited with the now-dead Mary as Eve and Steph were.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose kiwi\u0026apos;s dinner tonight.\u0026quot; he said again, looking at Eve.",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:03:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496153016,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith feels her heart beating just a bit quicker as she considers his...was it an offer? His third wink utterly ruins the mood. \u0026quot;Now you just look like you have a twitch,\u0026quot; she points out, not quite looking at him. Tonight. Her fingers, which had been tapping along the bartop, suddenly freeze. Excitement, anticipation? Perhaps both. Perhaps none. \u0026quot;....why not for breakfast?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:09:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496153384,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira \u0026apos;s face went as red as a cheery once the food joke was explained and soon found herself covering her \u0026apos;melons\u0026apos; in embarrassment. Though... The other two\u0026apos;s conversation took a different turn and she wasnt that much of an idiot to not know where it might be headed. \u0026quot;Erm... You know what? I am going to go...um... Cook stuff...in the kitchen...yes...\u0026quot; She fumbled before walking off at a quick pace to give them a bit of privacy.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:12:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496153541,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods to Eve. \u0026quot;Breakfast? Fine by me...!\u0026quot; starting to look at her with a somewhat lewder look than before... even though Eira was still here to be the eyewitness and earwitness of the conversation between Steph and Eve. \u0026quot;Shall we... get to your room?\u0026quot; he asked from Eve, knowing full well that... privacy matters too.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd then Eira went to the kitchen to give him and Eve some privacy. Maybe it isn\u0026apos;t so necessary to go to her room... but he would still prefer it that way, even if he doesn\u0026apos;t voice that preference.",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:13:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496153600,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith gives Eira an apologetic smile as the woman walks away. \u0026quot;We....shall....?\u0026quot; As inexperienced as she is, she has next to no idea how such things start - save for a poisoned beverage or two. She stands slowly, her stool scooting back with a soft screech against the wooden floor. All the while, she eyes Stephanus with a definite air of awkward caution.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:21:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496154114,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stands up, walks towards Eve, and attempts to take her into his own arms, in order to carry her bridal style. Should she resist that, he will have to hold her hand. Either way, he will be led by Eve into her room one way or the other, either walking with held hands, or being carried bridal-style. After that, the knight would close the door - but not lock it, leaving that for Eve to do, if she wants to, unless she specifically orders the knight to do so.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he looks at Eve. \u0026quot;Now... undress.\u0026quot; he said plainly, as he began doing exactly that with no emotion. He wanted to see Eve naked, and expected her to comply with his request and start undressing. He would look at her during that time.",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:25:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496154306,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Elven_Huntress came. into the tavern and stopped, her eyes widened at the scene before quietly going into a corner, sipping her drink\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:26:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496154413,                "user": "Elven_Huntress"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is surprised to see Stephanus\u0026apos; more commanding side. She barely has any time to think before he\u0026apos;s swept her off her feet and carried them up the stairs and to her room. Her arms automatically move to hold around the back of his neck, offering them both some support. \u0026quot;One moment,\u0026quot; she says after the door closes. Reaching up, she locks the door for them. Why wouldn\u0026apos;t she trust the person she believes to be her best friend in the tavern of debauchery? She gently pulls free from his grip and, with a smirk, begins to pull his clothes off. The command was far too vague, so technically she\u0026apos;s not disobeying. Her hands shake in a mix of anticipation and nerves. \u0026quot;Am I in for a dagger or a longsword?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:32:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496154775,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had his clothes pulled off, and winked at her question. \u0026quot;Let us find out.\u0026quot; he said to her, allowing her to take down even that part of his clothing, the one covering his \u0026apos;magical longsword\u0026apos;. Well, longer than average, that is. Not the largest equipment one can find, but still slightly larger than average. In the mean time, he made attempts at depriving Eve of her clothing, grabbing her breasts once they were freed from that prison they call \u0026apos;clothing\u0026apos;. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re quite the beautiful one...\u0026quot; he says to her, stepping closer and kissing her neck, even though they are probably not finished with undressing yet.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:36:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496155011,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith wears her usual green, collared shirt and black trousers. \u0026quot;Longsword,\u0026quot; she breathes out, half teasing yet also serious. Her fingers manage his belt fine enough. She pauses and lifts her arms, letting him remove her top. Just beneath is a dark silver undershirt; short in sleeve and clinging tightly to her body. \u0026quot;I suppose I can forgive poor taste.\u0026quot; Her head tilts back and eyes close slowly, enjoying the feel of his lips against her skin. Once he slides the cloth away and lays her chest bare, he\u0026apos;ll see an expanse of olive skin flecked with assorted scars. Peach nipples top her modest breasts, both still flaccid in the warm room. While he works, she puts her palms on his hips and slowly seeks to pull the rest of his clothing off.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:43:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496155394,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond has now been rendered bare, naked, clothless. And so was Eve. But before he would move on to carry her to her own bed and get on with it, more foreplay is required. And for that, he kisses her left nipple. Afterwards, he would take his hand onto Eve\u0026apos;s cheek, kissing her lips next, willing to deepen the kiss into a tongue-kiss soon after, while one hand would travel down to her butt to tap it first, then begin rubbing. While kissing, he would make his attempt at grabbing Eve and picking her up, to carry her towards the bed, and gradually lower her, so she can lay down while he would crawl close to her, preferably in a manner that would allow the two of continue kissing, as he would get over her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThat is, implying that she did not resist his kiss, and implying that she did not mind his lack of protection and had the decency not to stop him in this very passionate moment, but instead just carry on and play along.",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:49:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496155744,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis been gone for some time once more, just happened to stop by the tavern once more using a small rune, though to keep his little visit\u0026apos;s close to being undetected or unseen he would appear in the kitchen not knowing who or what might have been in there this time around. Surely it was safe to do that and enjoyable to eat something made solely from his own kitchen. It didn\u0026apos;t take long before him to appear or even start working up till eyes caught Eira doing something, even more so the outfit that she wore, he couldn\u0026apos;t help it at all. The sight before him was all to much just to pass up and return to once he come. And with that he walks over behind Eira. Sliding his hands around underneath her arms and firmly grabbing her breasts. \u0026quot; Well been a while and I think this time, I will have the intent on making sure that your body is mine. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T16:49:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496155774,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira had been more than happy to set to work cooking break fast. In short matter she had different things going so that who ever asked for food, they would have a verity to choose from. Scrambled, friend, poached, boiled eggs were at the read as well as ham and sausage sizzling in their skillets, and loaves of toast was ready to devoured. When Aeth appeared suddenly in the kitchen, Eira was in the process of prepping different types of fruits while singing softly to herself. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eYxhATKdCU ) when she felt a pair of arms come from behind to grab hold of her large breasts, dangerous on his part since she was armed with a rather sharp knife but once she heard his voice, she relaxed slight though that did nothing to stop the way she blushed brightly and meekly tried to escape his grasp. \u0026quot;I-i\u0026apos;m cooking!\u0026quot; She gasped, looking over her shoulder at the proprietor of the inn.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:09:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496156993,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith likely won\u0026apos;t stop Stephanus from anything. Each kiss is matched with eagerness, though far less confidence than what he\u0026apos;s exuding. Her shoulders tense and figure stills, a soft sight of pleasure escaping her while he teases her nipple. His kiss is eagerly accepted, her arms moving to wrap around his neck and fingers to play in his hair. She\u0026apos;s willingly moved to the bed, her body reacting naturally where her mind seems to fail. The introduction of tongue isn\u0026apos;t fought, but eagerly accepted and reciprocated. More than play along, she plays \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ewith\u003C/span\u003E him. Using the strength she has at her disposal, she lifts her hips and tangles her calves to rest at the base of his spine. Her pelvis lines with his abdomen. Should his longsword grow, it\u0026apos;ll find a home sliding along her buttcheeks at the moment.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:12:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496157122,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis leaned over and gave a small kiss on her neck before pulling her away from the food she is cook. \u0026quot; It will be fine, what I want to do will be done by the time the food is completely done. However, know that am going to leave a small present in here. \u0026quot; Rubbed her belly before moving her outfit aside. Taking her to the table, clearing it off as picked her up and sat her down on it before removing any kind of clothing. From this the man would look at her and smiled. \u0026quot; Oh mind that this time you might feel strange from this session due know that when I release inside you will feel a slight tingle. And of course I must also tell you this, I have been needing to do this for a while. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else she might have seen him lower his pant\u0026apos;s before standing close to her and smiled, leaving her no room to say no.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:15:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496157332,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was positively surprised by this lack of resistance. Not only did she play along with him, she played with him! Quite the treat, she was indeed - he kept sucking on her tongue for as long as the kiss lasted, and indeed, they were in the perfect position for that. He kept Eve pinned down, and at first, his magical longsword teased her - it would go around her feminine part, threaten to enter while he was tongue-kissing her, tease slightly for a while...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E...and then boom. It\u0026apos;s in. It has penetrated her. He temporarily breaks the kiss and goes out of Eve, then back inside, while keeping her pinned down. As he begins to repeat the motions with more consistency, he kisses her once again, muffling both\u0026apos;s moans. Then he starts going slightly faster. Slightly stronger. But he still has one more trick down his sleeves. One, special trick that he has only used once before.",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:20:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496157610,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie was once again sleeping up in the woodwork, leaning against one of the beams. Slowly she began to wake up from the noises below her. The fox rubs her eyes and fixes her hair before she haves a look around. It seemed like the inn was busy once again. She recognised Stephanus, wich she was till a bit mad at because of the way he called her yesterday, two women, she never seen before and the owner Aetharis. It\u0026apos;s been a while since she saw him around. It seemed like they were all having fun. She smirked and came down from her beam. Naerie did not really plan to interrupt. The sound of shoes, hitting wood was clearly hear able when she landed. On the way to the bar, she adjusted her uniform and took her place near the counter. She looked between those 4, obviosly enjoying the view.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:29:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496158148,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has no shortage of passion in her kissing, her fingers twisting to hold his head tightly to hers - all while being careful not to accidentally break his neck with her strength. Her hips rock against him softly, quite easily teased by the delectable longsword. At the slightest resistance of his neck, her fingers pull loose and give him his face back. The room gets steadily noisier from that point on. A breath is taken in, slow or sharp depending on just how Stephanus had entered. She begins to moan quite loudly, her figure thrusting in time with his, pulled by her calves and thighs. She eagerly accepts his kiss and reciprocates again, her groans echoing softly off her lips. Slick as she is from the minimal foreplay, every part of her is delightfully sensitive.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:29:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496158169,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond enters Eve sharply enough. Or rather, more roughly. He goes in rather rough, as that is his style. That\u0026apos;s a previously unseen side of his - the one who plays rough. In contrast with the sensitive Eve, who appears to tingle at every touch, Stephanus appears to penetrate Eve almost like a machine, albeit he still has that one trick up his sleeve that he has only tried once before.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhilst kissing Eve passionately, he suddenly starts to penetrate her with a somewhat unusual amount of strength and speed. What happened? He used his telekinessis to push himself into her harder and faster, that is what happened. After all, who forbade him to use such magics in the carnal arts? No one. So he makes use of it, even if it may be somewhat too rough for Eve\u0026apos;s taste. He only used this trick with Naerie before, and the only time he did that, for some unknown reason, he ended up having trouble walking... and so did his partner, for unknown reason.\n\u003Cbr\u003EWho knows if this time, the aftereffects of such a trick will be more bengin. He expects a louder moan from Eve, now that he is doing this. But then again, given how they\u0026apos;re also kissing...",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:35:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496158511,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira shivered as she was pulled from the cutting table, forcing her to drop the knife on the counter before she was pulled to the other prep table...though not without her trying to pull away from him. Her body was still sore from last night! What of the man currently sleeping in her bed? Surely Aeth didnt mean to...no... Did he? Ravi had placed a magical ice barrier at her womb the night before to prevent such things. That would prevent any seed taking root...right?! Even so, when it came to physical strength she was no match for Aeth. He was able to easily strip her of her clothes and force her back on to the table so that he could free his manhood. Her eyes were wide with worry as she attempted to lock her knees together and tried to escape the table. However, if he was attentive...He would see a couple of bruises marked her pale flesh: Finger sized bruises were at her hips and fading kiss marks trailed her collar bone\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:36:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496158590,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is holding back considerably, as she doesn\u0026apos;t want to damage the goods. Her groan echoes louder, each lewd slap of their crotches meeting slaps a bit more loudly on the wall. In response to the increased tempo, her hips mash against his with increased strength. As far as she knows, the paladin can take it. The increased force has her body twitching and trembling in a rather focused area. She doesn\u0026apos;t pull away from the kiss, but drops her teeth to bite at Stephanus\u0026apos; bottom lip in a soft and playful nip. Though she probably won\u0026apos;t have a problem walking after this, the same can\u0026apos;t be said for him. Feeling her climax nearing, she drops her legs and tries to pull away. Should the disentanglement attempt be successful, Eve rolls to all fours. Steph could stop her there and take her doggy-style, or he could allow her enough time to pick a new position.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:43:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496159008,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis raised a brow before he finally licked his lips from her resisting a little, though what might have dragged him out to a little further into this is when she felt him get serious about it and pull her to him while parting her legs. More she resisted the more rougher he gotten with her. Even to the point of parting her legs and pulling her onto his length, not only that she\u0026apos;d find him rubbing his hands along her legs before smiling. \u0026quot; Oh I see you been busy, though I must admit you have a great body, but now I plan on claiming you entirely this time around. \u0026quot; Pulling out a collar and gave her a small kiss on her belly, she\u0026apos;d feel him starting to thrust roughly into her, giving no leeway of his intentions of doing this. Even held the collar near her neck. \u0026quot; I want you, and if you become mine completely, but I won\u0026apos;t get in the way of you loving another later. For now I am the one you should focus on. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:43:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496159021,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is in full heat, and having his lip bitten only arouses him even more. Nevertheless, he is unable to increase the tempo, or the fortitude, so as the slaps of their crotches echo, so does his eruption start nearing. In fact, Eve\u0026apos;s unsuccesful disentanglement - as he actively prevents her from pulling away - only results in Steph\u0026apos;s eventual eruption, like a volcano. All the white liquids.... shot inside Eve\u0026apos;s womb. And he releases himself, breaking the kiss. \u003Ca href=\"https://youtu.be/q0r4jNhG9Z4?t=4m38s\"\u003EThe sound he makes after disengaging\u003C/a\u003E is further a signal, that he is spent. And that he might have trouble walking after this.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe rolls off Eve, rolling right next to her, after having effectively climaxed inside her. \u0026quot;Ahh....\u0026quot; he groans. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think I\u0026apos;m feeling my legs...\u0026quot; he exaggerated. Off course he can feel his legs, he can even walk... but painfully, obviously. But what of Eve and her.... potential pregnancy? Irresponsible Stephanus.",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:50:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496159401,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie hexed a brush, so it would start brushing her tail and apply some liquid of her own making. It was more or less apple juice but wouldn\u0026apos;t get her hair all sticky from the sugar. She takes a few steps and is now standing in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the frame and watching her boss and a customer?\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:52:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496159530,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira yelped loudly as she was roughly grabbed, her legs spread just so he could pull her onto him...Filling her and stretching her in one swift motion that stung but also stimulated her still sensitive insides to mix the pain and pleasure together. The helpless blond\u0026apos;s back bows and her head felt back as those sensations rolled through her body. When she did finally manage to open her eyes, she spotted the collar in his hand and those blue eyes became wide in terror. Had Stephanus not said that those prevented slaves from leaving? That if they tried to remove them, they would be killed?! \u0026quot;N-no! Please not that!\u0026quot; She whined as her entire body rocked and jolted from the power of his hard thrusts. She would have to admit... The rough, hard motions felt...amazing but she did not want to be enslaved! She had hopes of returning to her beloved snow covered mountains! She had a mission to accomplish! This couldnt be happening!\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:56:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496159812,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith had been trying to deny them both release, but there\u0026apos;s always next time. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EWould there even be a next time?\u003C/span\u003E Those thoughts are chased from her mind when she feels Stephanus ejaculating inside her. \u0026quot;W-wait,\u0026quot; she cries out from the broken kiss, her spine arching in a rather unwilling orgasm of her own. Her body seems to be doing its best to pull as much of his seed inside as possible. \u0026quot;Unng,\u0026quot; she yelps, \u0026quot;you were supposed,\u0026quot; she pants, having used quite a bit of strength on hip, \u0026quot;to pull out.\u0026quot; Then he talks about his legs! The strangeness of it all makes her laugh. \u0026quot;Good. Then I keep you here for an hour and we\u0026apos;ll play again.\u0026quot; Eve seeks to pull her crotch away from his. While she may appear calm and collected, there\u0026apos;s quite the array of emotions in her eyes. Relief, satisfaction, triumph, and also a note of concern. What if...? Surely not.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T17:57:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496159855,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith rolls out from under Stephanus and declares she\u0026apos;ll go get them some breakfast. Perfectly nude, she walks down the stairs. She comes just in time to hear Aetharis\u0026apos; voice. \u0026quot;What the hell?\u0026quot; She groans, and rounds the corner to join them in the kitchen. The first thing she notices is Eira\u0026apos;s bouncing tits...because who wouldn\u0026apos;t?! Hearing \u0026apos;no\u0026apos; she jumps to a conclusion that Eira\u0026apos;s in need of saving and moves forward, wanting to help. She attempts to push Aetharis out of Eira, using strength that would crush the bones of any mortal man.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:02:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496160153,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis thrusting rougher each time as he smiled at her. \u0026quot; Oh don\u0026apos;t worry I like you too much, and if you are good about it, these collar\u0026apos;s will not hurt you. After all these are special and only work for me. \u0026quot; Not saying anything before he leaned over. \u0026quot; Although if you put it on and think of it as my claim over your body, you will still be able to do as you please. \u0026quot; Speaking to her while keeping a different mind set, even drove his cock deeper into her depths. More so, she might have felt him getting much rougher, intentions of knocking her up completely, each thrust pointing to such act\u0026apos;s. \u0026quot; Also it would be a reminder of the fun times we will have, along with what might happen after this. I don\u0026apos;t plan on pulling out of you. \u0026quot; Curious to see what might come to life. \u0026quot; Of course he wouldn\u0026apos;t allow Eve to meddle into what is happening and thought of it before whens he did find he didn\u0026apos;t budge and continued to pound Eira and grabbed Even before slamming her against the wall, before placing a rune on her till he was done with Eira.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:04:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496160250,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Naerie frowns a bit at the special collar, she is not really a fan of such means and would probably step in if Eve keeps refusing and Aetharis keeps on forcing it onto her. She gowls at Eve as she almost steps on the vixens feet. \u0026quot;Watch it!\u0026quot; Her mood gets more and more downhill today. \u0026quot;reminder of the fun time?\u0026quot; She mumbles and speaks up loud enough for him to hear. \u0026quot;Yea she needs a reminder since you are not around all that often.\u0026quot; She didn\u0026apos;t mend it that rude, probably just a bad day... or days.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESHe now stepped into the kitchen aswell and grabbed some food on her own, staying in the room, so a certain person would not stomp on her feet again.",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:14:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496160862,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would only get up with a delay, after Eve has already left. He quickly pulled his own clothes onto himself, grabbing his sword, and struggling to walk downstairs, in an effort to follow the naked Eve. However, instead of an Eve downstairs, he would find that she was... in the kitchen, where Aetharis was raping Eira. He immediately bashed himself into the kitchen with his sword in his hand, his sights on Eve.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe pointed his sword at Aetharis, almost as if it was a gun. \u0026quot;Stop that right now. Look at you... you are at it again.... you bastard!\u0026quot; he groaned out at Aetharis, even though his own legs were barely holding themselves together. He was bold to come here with his condition... although no one said anything about his hands. \u0026quot;Let them go.\u0026quot; he growled.",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:25:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496161549,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira stared at that collar as though it was a poisonous snake. Her pride would never allow her to put it on herself. It restricted her freedom despite him making it sound as though it was only slightly. Perhaps it was her dragon heritage or just her own will, but she couldnt bring herself to yield willingly. Sex was one thing, she and Aeth had done it before but this...this was a violation of everything she desired. Despite this, his hard thrusts were proving to be a distraction. His large cock was striking her deep within, sending wave after wave of pleasure running through her body. Her voice was unable to be restrained. When she wasnt begging him to not place the collar, she was crying out and moaning for Aeth. Her body writhed on that table as her breasts bounced hard beneath him. She was so over whelmed that she didnt even notice how crowded the kitchen was getting.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:27:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496161651,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith feels herself shoved none too gently against the wall. Her body recovers from that easily enough and begins to coil and prepare herself to attack again. Her hands try to move, only to find she\u0026apos;s been entirely paralyzed where she landed. Vertical, paralyzed, and furious, she struggles in the vain hope that her strength will be alone. Eve didn\u0026apos;t even notice Naerie before, since Eve\u0026apos;s secret lady crush was busily being raped in the kitchen. Such things tend to make people single-minded. There\u0026apos;s a look of relief on her face when Stephanus shows up with a sword out. \u0026quot;Just cut his dick off.\u0026quot; It\u0026apos;d save everyone a lot of trouble. And him plenty of child support.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:28:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496161728,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looking at every one and chuckled while pounding Eira and smiled. \u0026quot; I am not raping her at all you three, how ever if I was raping her wouldn\u0026apos;t she have called for some one a lot sooner, or continue to fight me. \u0026quot; With that he even smiled at Naerie then looked to Stephanus, \u0026quot; I am not raping her, just because of something, you should know full well that lovely women tend to get feisty or say thing\u0026apos;s during such times, now take this women against the wall and leave so I may finish what I started. \u0026quot; Informing them he hadn\u0026apos;t raped her this was just a big misunderstanding. Even the kitchen didn\u0026apos;t have the signs. If there was a rape, wouldn\u0026apos;t there have been more of a fight in the kitchen. Only thing they might notice if taken time to look the table was cleaned where he was having his way with Eira. Looking back at Naerie, \u0026quot; oh don\u0026apos;t worry I am not doing nothing wrong, you might be next. \u0026quot; Licking his lips before returning his attention towards her and focused before sending Eve flying at Steph. Making sure he would now seal them out of the room. The cock that is taking Eira sought out her womb, making sure to open it up to pour his seed inside of her. If she hadn\u0026apos;t been paying attention the heat coming from the man now intending on mating with her was producing heat, it seemed to envelope her body, helping her body get ready for his climax.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:36:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496162177,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Naerie got more and more annoyed by the whole sittuation. Steph with his bi-polar behavior. Her boss who for some reason takes an interest into slavery. One guest who tramples on her feet and not even able to resist any magical attack against her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EA vain starts to puls on her temple until she finally looses her temper. \u0026quot;ENOUGH!\u0026quot; She stomps with her foot on the ground and purple lines wander towards all kind of kitchen suplies. Knives, brooms, ropes, meat hooks, breathing live into all of it.\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer body itsel seemed more feral. Kinda like a werewolf would be mid transformation.\n\u003Cbr\u003ENaeries intend was to stop this madness. The supplies lashed out towards each one of the others, pinning or restraining them and also seperating them from each other.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What the HELL is wrong with you all?! Aetharis. First of all WHAT THE FUCK?! Forcing a charm collar onto someone? Really? Disgusting.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Stephanos. Your bi-polar behavior makes me sick. You act nice until you see another women, then you toss the one you talked with before that, or rather talk to her like she is JUST a service maid!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot; As for you two. How are you two even surviving outside? Just shouting. Cut his dick off but you can\u0026apos;t resist magic or muscle.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003ESHe seemed to already cool down after her outburst but still quite mad.",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:39:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496162348,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was unsure how to react next. Was this not a rape? His reaction depended on Eve\u0026apos;s reaction, Eve was effectively thrown towards him, forcing him to lean down to grab Eve and make her stand up. Then he looked at Eve, asking an implied question from her. What should he do?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I remember you putting that collar onto someone else too. I remember her as well. She already had someone at the time. After you put that collar on her, she was constantly grumpy. I witnessed her escape.\u0026quot; - he said to Aetharis, telling a bit of tale about that useless and grumpy barmaid he used to know who has escaped. He told that tale to Eve before, and to Eira, and now Naerie may hear of it too.\n\u003Cbr\u003EShould Eve tell him to leave, he would take Eve\u0026apos;s hand and leave the room. Should Eve tell him to attack Aetharis anyway, that is what he would do - he would charge at Aetharis with his longsword, deliberately....\n\u003Cbr\u003EOr, just wait until Naerie responds, and makes all the accusations. But he doesn\u0026apos;t necessarily have to listen to it, does he now? So long as Eve gives him the proper signal - either vocally or nonvocally - he just takes her hand leaves with her, not listening to any of the talk Naerie is giving him... or at least, not responding. He will not respond to her in either way.\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhether he attacks Aetharis afterwards or not depends exclusively on the signal Eve is going to give to him.",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:43:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496162595,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira By this point, it was hard not to notice all the people in the kitchen. Eve, Steph, the fox woman, and then herself and Aeth... It had become quite crowded and she didn\u0026apos;t know what was worst, being watched as she was in the throws of pleasure while also very nude or the fact that Aeth still wanted to collar her. She tried to cover and hide her bouncing breasts while trying to close her eyes. What...was going on?! There really wasnt much she could do. She couldnt even use her magic because it was still drained from last night!\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T18:55:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496163340,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith watches Eira carefully, looking beyond the bouncing breasts and come hither figure. At that moment she\u0026apos;s tugged from the wall to crash into Stephanus, thankfully not to impale herself on his sword. Eve barely maintains her balance and manages to stay vertical beside the fellow, her hand reaching up to hold onto the paladin\u0026apos;s arm. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go.\u0026quot; She decides, leaving Eira to enjoy Aetharis in peace. She doesn\u0026apos;t hear much of what Naerie says because at that point the woman is out of the kitchens, though not before grabbing a hunk of meat and taking with with her in blatant robbery. Her fingers entwine with Steph\u0026apos;s as she leads at a quick pace, not wanting to stick around much longer. By the time they break free to the main hall, Steph just might be able to notice the thin sheen of sweat over Eve\u0026apos;s body from a mixture of sex, running, and straining against a wall-rune for a minute. Still nude, she finally feels self conscious enough to want to cover her chest, yet also not want to relinquish either meat or man in either palm. \u0026quot;Hm...this is quite the predicament.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:03:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496163801,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis only parted for a moment before sliding his cock back into Eira to finish what he started. It wasn\u0026apos;t long before the man reached his climax and drove his length deep into Eira\u0026apos;s body. Releasing thick threads of seed. Pumping it into her womb with the intent of making her pregnant, even more took the opportunity to put the collar on her while looking at every one. Once finished he would pull her to him and allow his arms to hold her close to cover her front side. Left her to choose what she might do next, then looked at Naerie and smiled, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry, this is all fine, nothing wrong, and for one you should have known this happens. I am not a very saintly person. Not only that it\u0026apos;s only a precaution. \u0026quot; Not speaking any more, just watched them while he continued to hold Eira.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:03:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496163823,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond held Eve\u0026apos;s hand tightly and ran with her back into Eve\u0026apos;s room, at least... as far as what his walking could be considered running, that is. He closes the door as soon as he and Eve arrive at the room, and even goes as far as locking it again. Then he starts breathing heavily all of the sudden, even though he had no need to do that previously.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What the hell was that?!\u0026quot; he asked while breathing heavily. He just witnessed a rape, and was prevented from reacting to it. But at least he managed to save Eve, which is good enough. Quite good enough. So he took down his sword back to where it belonged - the scabbard on his belt, which was on the ground, and then sat down on the bed. \u0026quot;Damn... this is terrible. We couldn\u0026apos;t do anything to save her. He almost got you too.\u0026quot; he said to Eve. \u0026quot;I remember it, it was quite similar last time... remember that useless and constantly grumpy barmaid I told you about before?\u0026quot; he asked from Eve.",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:08:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496164099,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie grunt towards Aetharis. \u0026quot;Never thought or said you are a saint. But don\u0026apos;t you dare to put such a thing on me.\u0026quot; She leaves the kitchen, still furious, pushing others aside who might be in her way. She leaps on the barcounter and sits there.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:13:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496164424,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith feels herself tugged on up to her room at a fairly brisk pace. She moves along, keeping the dried, smoked meat in her hand so her kitchen quest won\u0026apos;t be in vain. Finally, the door shut and locked, she sets the food down on a cedar chest just beneath the window, providing plenty of time for Stephanus to catch his breath and speak. \u0026quot;She was enjoying herself,\u0026quot; Eve says with a grunt, no more happy to go away than he was. \u0026quot;Hey now. There was no \u0026apos;almost\u0026apos;. I can defend myself.\u0026quot; She won\u0026apos;t point out that she did so last time and managed fairly well until Aeth ruined her dagger and tossed her out the window. Eve moves over to the bed and bends down to pick up her clothes, giving Stephanus an accidental full frontal view of her bent over. \u0026quot;I think you\u0026apos;ve mentioned once or twice,\u0026quot; she says sarcastically, having heard of the grumpy barmaid in abundance.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:17:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496164632,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Cryomancer Eira as pleasurable the act of sex was, being confused and distracted as she was, she was unable to join Aeth when he came inside of her. However... It was the strangest thing. It was hot. Very hot actually and she whimpered as she felt it flooded her yet unknown to her, it had successfully melted the barrier within and the mixture of both Aeth\u0026apos;s seed and Ravi\u0026apos;s seed from last night rushed into her womb. To what end? She did not know. However, despite her best efforts to try and push that collar away, he had it around her neck and locked into place. It felt constricting even though it was comfortably loose. Her eyes were wide, stunned and bewildered as she was then pulled into Aeth arms and held. Oooh... She was going to be pissed later and might be able to do something about it when she had eaten and regained enough strength to use her magic but for that moment, she was much like a doll in the man\u0026apos;s arms, staring unblinkingly over his shoulder.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:21:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496164905,                "user": "Cryomancer Eira"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond managed to finally catch his breath. \u0026quot;She was already with someone by the time Aetharis got to her and put the collar onto her. And then, after spending some time being grumpy and utterly useless... she somehow got freed by that rogue lover of hers and ran away. I don\u0026apos;t know who is the lover of your melon friend, but if he heard about what Aetharis is doing... all hell will break loose.\u0026quot; he said, foreshadowing what might actually happen very soon.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAt this point, he was just casually telling these stories to Eve, while she was casually being naked. He didn\u0026apos;t even realize that she was naked until now.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Oh my... I only realized now that you are wearing nothing...\u0026quot; he said, waiting for her to dress up.... while he was casually checking her out, basically. \u0026quot;I guess this is what you did with that Byrce guy too, before he kind of fell for you, eh?\u0026quot; he asked.",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:22:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496164927,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis giving her a small kiss and smiled before picking her up from the table and started to walk out of the room carrying her. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry I will explain and give you answer\u0026apos;s for now lets get you into your room and rest. \u0026quot; Yet as he carried her to the room she was staying in and laid her onto the bed he would pull out of her and place his hand on her belly. It wasn\u0026apos;t long before a small rune would form. \u0026quot; Now don\u0026apos;t worry this will protect the young when or if they take hold. \u0026quot; Was all it was used for then he would stand there watching over her, to his extent he even gave her some covers. \u0026quot; Due know that you will be taken care of. \u0026quot; Next objective was to pay Naerie a visit, never know what might happen from one time to the next. He stood in the door way for a few minutes.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:26:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496165164,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Naerie reaches behind her and grabs a a jug filled with rather weak wine and starts to drink. Still using a cup however, cutting faces as she hears the paladin talking. True Aetharis actions were.... questionable at best but if everyone was honest. The women would have had enough oppurtunis to scream for help.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer eyes, followed her boss as he carried a women upstairs. She had to give him that. Even he pseudo-raped her, he took care of her. She was wondering if he was some kind of incubus or a demon of lost. For a moment she laughed as she remebered the time when she did the same thing with an entire village.",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:28:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496165319,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith listens to his reiteration. Steph is going to be the grandfather that tells the same two stories until the grandkids go nuts and stab him to death. Or something like that. She straightens and begins to put on her underclothes. The off white boxers come first with the dark silver shirt quick to follow. Eve is comfortable enough with Stephanus that she won\u0026apos;t bother to add any more layers, but sit beside him on the bed with a bit of a blush on her cheeks. \u0026quot;What happened with Bryce was we were both drugged. I didn\u0026apos;t think of him, but pictured he was my old husband. I guess I was a bit too convincing and he wanted more. With you, I didn\u0026apos;t have to fantasize. You got to be yourself.\u0026quot; Should the paladin allow it, she leans over and aims to kiss his cheek. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve wanted you from first sight,\u0026quot; she admits. \u0026quot;But you were married, so I held back.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:29:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496165365,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would wait for Eve to sit right beside him, and as soon as she would, he would take a hand onto her leg, and kiss her on the lips... provided that she allowed it, that is. Then he listened to her tell about how she met Byrce. So they were drugged? That is interesting. \u0026quot;You wanted me from first sight?\u0026quot; he asked with raised eyebrows, having been completely oblivious to it from the start. \u0026quot;Ah yes, I was married... even though she not only would have allowed me to, but in fact demanded that I sleep with you.\u0026quot; he laughed. Off course he allowed Eve to kiss his cheek. In fact, he took the initiative and tried to kiss Eve\u0026apos;s lips!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well... now we can be together... if that is what you are aiming for. Or did you intend this to be a one-time thing?\u0026quot; he asked and smiled at her and winked, then boldly leaned in for yet another kiss even before she had the opportunity to answer, provided that she accepted it. He sure got rather kissy now, eh?",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:34:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496165652,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith doesn\u0026apos;t deny the sexually repressed fellow a single kiss. She chuckles and returns each peck with a purse of her lips. After the last one, she reaches her hand up to trap his head and proceeds to stare intently into his eyes. \u0026quot;From first sight,\u0026quot; she assures him. \u0026quot;My kiwis yearned for you.\u0026quot; She breaks the mood by wiggling her chest and releasing his face. \u0026quot;Yes, let\u0026apos;s make it a one time thing. Once at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Does that sound good to you? Oh Steph, your twitch is back.\u0026quot; This, of course, referring to his wink.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:40:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496166022,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughs at the latest proposal, but is allright with it. \u0026quot;Sounds good to me...although I still wouldn\u0026apos;t mind settling with you.\u0026quot; he said, revealing that he may have learned little from his last mistake... and he kept looking at her, being very close to her. \u0026quot;Is that so... well, perhaps there is a cure for that... twitch...\u0026quot; he winked once again, this time deliberately. His hand reached for Eve\u0026apos;s head, starting to rub it like that of a household pet, with the ulterior motive of moving it towards his... snake. That is, if she was up for it to begin with. If not, he wouldn\u0026apos;t mind it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:46:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496166395,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith quirks her brow. \u0026quot;...wouldn\u0026apos;t mind \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Esettling\u003C/span\u003E,\u0026quot; she points out, chuckling at how awful that sounds, as if she\u0026apos;s cow that\u0026apos;s not as grand as the others around, but still good enough to milk. She lets herself be guided down to his crotch and begins to remove his pants. To get a better angle, Eve pushes off the bed and kneels on the ground. That done, her head settles between his thighs and begins to lightly tease her tongue along his legs. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re surprisingly firm in the bedroom,\u0026quot; she notes. \u0026quot;I didn\u0026apos;t expect you to be so dominant.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:50:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496166638,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughed as she pointed out just how silly he sounded. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know... it sounded like something you would say.\u0026quot; he laughed, then helped her at her quest of removing parts of his clothing, to give her access to his masculinity once again, her super male vitality. Then he witnesses her kneel on the ground... and does something slightly unexpected. He feels somewhat strange, yet pleasured, and nevertheless rewards Eve with minor headpats. \u0026quot;I was suppressed for quite a while. Somebody has to pop that balloon... might as well be you. Just kidding... I tend to be rougher with the snake than with the quill.\u0026quot; he made a lame joke once again, deliberately teasing Eve. His snake was already straight, ready to be tamed by the flute-player who was kneeling in front of him. Once she begins to lick and suck, he will reward with head-rubbing. Lots of head-rubbing.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:55:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496166928,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Ravi Kazama placed one slender hand upon the front door of the tavern which he\u0026apos;d heard so much about, all the information from the recesses of his once split soul returning to mend in his mind\u0026apos;s eye. He could see it all: from the room which acted essentially as a lounge where Camille and all of her \u0026apos;friends\u0026apos; would preside, to the kitchen in the back which his fragments had viewed at least once for someone asking for food in the proprietors absence. All the way to the strange, red room that had been funneled into their memory from a time when Camille had strangely intertwined her memories and knowledge with theirs -- that decision as of yet still not making any sense to the blonde-haired man. Though today he was not blonde, no, and he was hardly a man. The crimson had faded from his eyes, and it was replaced by an icy white calm that seemed to emanate unadulterated anger the likes of which could burn through even the most stoic, and calm of all souls. No one could douse the fire that burned in his heart for the news that had traveled so quickly to his ears. For you see, Ravi was not just a man. He was not just a Magi either. Ravi was an elder amongst the Magi, and while not part of the Council, he had a huge hand in their business. He was very close to becoming a High Chancellor before he decided to follow his sister into the mortal realm. No, no... Ravi was many things, but mundane was not one of them. Certainly that had to mean something - and it did. The wood of the tavern sang to him like a Siren\u0026apos;s song that never stopped. It weaved tales of the many things that happened in the establishment day in, and day out - it also spoke of a rune that perpetuated its agony. Constant destruction leading to painful repairs that made the wood wail. This only served to further his wrath, and soon the acrimony that would permeate his entire being. Taking one step into the lounge of that god forsaken place, his voice rung true in the air, haunting like the howling winds of a Northern Capital under siege by the elements themselves. \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EWhere is Eira? Somebody tell me immediately \u0026apos;lest I tear this place down and find her myself. WHERE,\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; he continued in that ungodly powerful, ear-curdling boom of a voice, \u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eis Aetharis? I will not allow such indiscretions to go unpunished! AETHARIS! Did you think I would not know if you broke my barrier, you absolute fool?! Do you think you can match the might of one of the strongest Magi generals to have ever lived?!\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Truly it was a terrifying spectacle to behold, the way he began to stomp his feet along the ground yet no sound was made at all; it was as if he did not entirely walk in this realm, but another instead. And as if on queue to the mere thought of his presence in so many places at once, a shrill ringing began to emanate from his left side - where a sword was being unsheathed of his own accord, not a singular hand gesture to be made. His arms did not move, yet the trilling of his honed blade sparked ignition in the air beyond the veil of mortal creation. The rune which had been in place in the tavern shattering unceremoniously whilst wood began to yield to impossible weights from overhead. In a much softer, closer to human voice he spoke to the many patrons of the tavern, \u0026quot;My dear friends, if you should choose to adhere to me as that, I bring you one warning before you all go up in flame with this debauched, wretched place... Steer clear of my hands, and of my wrath - find safe haven wherever you so choose but believe me when I say this: this place will be in ruins before the end of the day unless your falsely hallowed leader pays due his arrears before nightfall. Only blood will satisfy me, and so it is your blood I ask that I not need shed.\u0026quot; With that the sword at his side fully unsheathed from its hiding place, wherein the air had changed to a simmering boil -- calescent flames searing through the air as if small, dancing dragons belched flames wherever they flew. Below his feet began the trail of ice that slowly wove its way forward to find his beloved sorceress, Eira. c+\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:56:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496166982,                "user": "Ravi Kazama"            },            {                "content": "Ravi Kazama watched the ice floes trail through the tavern toward the kitchen, knowing full well where she was even if he didn\u0026apos;t. Their connection was incredibly strong, and the wood, too, wailed of her presence -- a plea not to be destroyed in its entirey for the pain of such would be far too great, and the forests beyond would be deeply unsettled. The man shook his head in mild admonishment, a wry grin crossing his otherwise infuriated visage. Four particularly ominous looking horns had begun to grow from their perch upon the front of his head, two small inner horns and two larger outward. They were lovingly referred to as \u0026quot;Skypiercers!!!\u0026quot; by Camille whom had just properly witnessed her brother\u0026apos;s entry. She whom with wide eyes proceeded to evacuate the building in a puff of smoke and a shrill screech of undiluted terror. Even the mighty Witch whom wreaked so much havoc all throughout the tavern, and not too many days before warned Aetharis of his impending doom should he anger something greater than the gods which he had forsaken... Even she trembled before the absolute might of a being that helped to forge this realm. Just then thunder cracked and boomed over head, lightning striking the ground all around outside leaving scorch marks wherever it struck. And just as if a conduit had formed, so had lightning encased the blade at Ravi\u0026apos;s side, that which seemed to float all by itself in the air. A metallic voice rang out just then, \u0026quot;Ah... The time has come has it, Ravi?\u0026quot; The voice was incredibly deep, and far from human -- it sounded more bestial and enraged than anything else, though it had the distinct crackling of Aether running through it all the same. \u0026quot;I must shed blood once more, and take the lives of more of the innocent, the unborn, and the forsaken,\u0026quot; rang out from within the blade, a solemn, truly somber testament to what would come. \u0026quot;So be it then.\u0026quot; finished the blade, an eerie screech boiling up like the sound of a cast iron tea pot heated by a fire would so often sound off to warn of its completion in rising to a sufficiently heated point. Just then the blade turned white hot, and Ravi\u0026apos;s clothing began to wave about as if whipped by fierce winds; his yukata had turned into something more of a hakama, the legs turning from something formal and dress like into evenly ranged wind tunnels about his legs -- large hemmed folds allowing for massive legholes that would far from inhibit movement. This, of course, was to allow for the blinding speeds at which the man often traveled, and had used to escape the tavern prior. He\u0026apos;d been preparing all of this for his sister, whom he\u0026apos;d intended to strike down before she could escape as she previously had, though now it seemed he had bigger fish to fry.... and fry them he would. Tendrils of impossibly thick Aether began to curl underneath the floorboards of the room in which he stood, unbeknownst to anyone but himself and Eira, as she would no doubt notice their presence with the way they exploded with essence so pure and so outrageously scalding that it would melt the skin off of any mere mortal, especially those not protected by his immensely powerful ice barrier -- same as the one he\u0026apos;d applied to Eira\u0026apos;s womb, not to mention the rest of her body to not only protect her from the insidious seed of his dire spawn, but that of others, furthermore to assist her in withstanding the Aether that had just the night prior burst through her body like a wave of destructive energy. Now it was to be that he\u0026apos;d have to use that same power which once was used for love -- in the name of desolation. And just as things seemed to be coming to a close in the wake of all that harsh, realm-tearing power... One more element joined the fray. The Void itself had become involved, yet another voice speaking from somewhere that not even the enraged Ravi could determine the location of. \u0026quot;Soooo... The time is nigh, huh?\u0026quot; the voice was nonchalant, jeering. \u0026quot;I GUESS I could come and play now that my darling Ravi has finally awakened in the mortal reaaaalm~\u0026quot; It was a woman\u0026apos;s voice, high and beautiful in the way c+\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:56:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496166997,                "user": "Ravi Kazama"            },            {                "content": "Ravi Kazama - that it sung everything that was said from the first sentence onward, the melodic tones causing sparks of black flames to erupt in different places throughout the establishment. At one point, one particularly bright, opalescent flame found itself embedded in the male\u0026apos;s chest before winking out abruptly. \u0026quot;Raaaviiiii... How come you didn\u0026apos;t just invite me to this banquet of the agesss?!\u0026quot; whined another voice that seemed to mingle with the first. As if on queue yet another voice joined, this one being almost indistinguishable from Camille\u0026apos;s, \u0026quot;Yeah Ravi, how come \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EI WASN\u0026apos;T INVITED?!\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; and before he knew it, his ears rang with the intensnity of thousands of intermingling voices all assaulting him with the same question. Why, why, why, why, WHY! Why, indeed... WHY had Aetharis chosen to tread in the realm of those far greater than he could ever hope to be? WHY had Aetharis started a war that he could not possibly win? WHY had Eira allowed him to do these things? WHY?! Ravi\u0026apos;s vocal cords exploded with a deep, guttural \u0026quot;RAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!\u0026quot; from the sheer pressure of the Void\u0026apos;s influence over his mind, the careful and discrete mingling of realms overlapping his body all meshing together to coat his body in a deep, dark aura the likes of which could be seen by anyone at this point. As if that wasn\u0026apos;t bad enough, his hands rose into the air at impossible speeds, long, protruding nails clawing desperately at his ears, at his face, at every part of his head to try and stop the insane ramblings of the Void within his mind. \u0026quot;Stop, stop, stop... \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EI DON\u0026apos;T WANT TO KILL EVERYONE HERE! THEY DID NOTHING WRONG!\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; he practically screamed, blood pouring down his face in an unwitting offer for the all-consuming Mother that was Alatresia, the Queen of Existence\u0026apos;s End, a realm so dark that not even a God\u0026apos;s light could penetrate that sanctuary for demons. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t... do it..\u0026quot; he breathed in ragged, gurgling breaths. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t consume them all... I\u0026apos;m begging you...\u0026quot; At this point it seemed like Ravi spoke to none but himself, and it seemed that his pleas were enough. An ear-piercing screech that could have been made by no man, no woman, no animal this realm had ever seen pierced the air, and like a finely woven silk the whole tavern would have fallen into abrupt silence. ALL sound dissipating in the midst. Everything was quiet. No voices could be heard. Outside the lightning had stopped, everything had come to a stop. Ravi\u0026apos;s blade had sheathed, the fire that danced around him fizzled out. The only thing that remained was that aura that sheafed over his body like a wreath of burning flames set to warm him until the end of his days. Crouching low to the ground, the man had lost all sense. A brief moment of stillness... and then he\u0026apos;d burst through the back wall directly into the kitchen, the muted wailing of the wood penetrating no barrier of sound. Everything was silence, as would be Aetharis\u0026apos; impending death. And if Eira, even Aetharis or anyone else had glimpsed into Ravi\u0026apos;s eyes at that moment, they would have noticed the Queen herself nestled deep within his pupils; something so foul, so ugly, so uncouth in its appearance that they would feel as though trapped in a nightmare eternal. Truly, the Void was a killing mass that consumed all in its wake and left nothing standing. All dead realms, after all, were a part of Existence\u0026apos;s End; the same purgatory that Aetharis would be offered to when Ravi struck him low.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T19:57:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496167044,                "user": "Ravi Kazama"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith continues to tickle her tongue along his thighs, waiting until his snake\u0026apos;s wanting to strike before she slides the very tip of her tongue along the base of his shaft - starting at the root and working along to the head. Her left hand grabs to his length and begins to slowly work back forth. As this happens, her mouth closes along the top half of him and suckles gently, making sure to give him plenty of attention after such a long period of neglect. The head rubbings make her offer a muffled chuckle, adding a unique note of vibration to her flute playing. A few minutes are dedicated solely to him, but she does eventually draw away, not letting him reach his finish. The woman moves up to sit in Steph\u0026apos;s lap, even going so far as to straddle him. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d happily settle last you, if I knew your last name.\u0026quot; Still mostly clothed, he\u0026apos;ll not get much fun out of her until he remedies that issue.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T20:05:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496167552,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond moans happily as she pleasures her masculinity, happily rubbing her head while she is doing that. She truly is great at this. Such a treat. He has never received such a treat, unless he paid for it. But before he can even think about erupting like a volcano again, she breaks the treat, and moves up to him.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Tavilrond. Stephanus Tavilrond.\u0026quot; he does remedy the issue, and takes his hands onto her butt, first slapping it, then rubbing gently, as she is with him. Still, both clothed. Then he suddenly grabs her shoulders with both hands, and tries make the two of them roll and rotate, so she can be at bottom, and he can be at top, where he can have her pinned down.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen, without even bothering to remove any further clothing - save for Eve\u0026apos;s panties, maybe - he just leans over her and penetrates her once again, without even asking or anything... unless she resists, in which case he would be caught off-guard. He once again penetrates her feminine hole with his snake.",               "date": "2017-05-30T20:11:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496167887,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith meant to say \u0026apos;settle with you\u0026apos;, but her mind must be jumbled from semen or something. \u0026quot;Nice to meet you-\u0026quot; she pauses to yelp at the smack to her toned rear, \u0026quot;Mister Tavilrond.\u0026quot; She finishes, just in time to be put down on the bed. This time she\u0026apos;ll put up a bit more of a fight. Wiggling playfully, she taps just a hint of her extra strength in an attempt to use her momentum, keep them both rolling, and pin Stephanus down to the bed. In the process of their wrestling, she feels her panties ripped away. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not going down that easily,\u0026quot; she warns, leaning in to bite playfully at his neck.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T20:27:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496168876,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond plays along, just to give Eve what she wants - a bit of a fight. So he\u0026apos;ll just let her roll with him, and bite his neck, but then he makes another attempt at rolling them over, and pinning her down. And chances are, this may go back and forth until they either settle for one position, or one of them gets tired. Nevertheless, while he is down, he deliberately goes to stare at Eve\u0026apos;s breasts, and if he can pin her down, his first thing to do is to kiss her left nipple, then the right one... then to lick her breasts. Guess they can do more foreplay this time!\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T20:30:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496169046,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie looks up from her fluffy tail as the door opens. \u0026quot;Welco-\u0026quot; She stops as the slender looking man starts to shout, loud enough to make her ears ring. \u0026quot;Hey! Stop shouting! The person you are looking for has been brought upstairs and is probably sleeping right now, so stop the shouting or you wake everyone up!\u0026quot; She frowns as he speaks his warning, slipping from her counter. \u0026quot;Are you threatening me to burn down this tavern? Listen here and listen well. If you have some dispute with the owner, clear that outside. I will NOT allow you to burn down this place.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESince he didn\u0026apos;t look like he would listen to her, she might would have to get serious as well. \u0026quot;You can\u0026apos;t just come into MY house and threaten MY bread giver and expect ME to just let YOU do that.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EAs it is with most kitsunes, the more tails they have the more powerful they are, however some hide more than one, because they are a pain to take care off and get in the way alot.\n\u003Cbr\u003EMultiple new tails sprout from her back until she stops at the 7th, wich is compareable to the power of old dragons and major demon lords, but not the mightiest.\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe begins to cast magic of her own, not needing to weave hand signs or form magical formulas, it was in her blood, she was a magical creature.\n\u003Cbr\u003EFeary fire, burnt sigils into the walls and ceiling aswell as the floor, wich then began to suck up his magical attacks on the tavern. Their glow grew and grew, they might get overloaded but by then they would have done their job and she would probably recast them.\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer body did not stop with just additional tails, her entire body became more feral, sharp teeth and claws.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;SO what if he banged your girl. Don\u0026apos;t act like it is the end of the world. When I checked she showed no resitance at all. I was next door and heared no complaining. So you should better speak with her for cheating on you instead of going for the guy who slept with someone you care for. Grow up, boy!\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe prepared for a jump at him, she did not intent on killing him, but a visit to the local healer would be likely.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe kitsune was focused on the spellcaster, blending out most of the other visitors.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe sigils she placed were connected to the laylines that ran through the land. Feeding them with the magic that was released in the building. While drawing from them in return to keep the structure stable.\n\u003Cbr\u003EStable, a thing that the man did not seemed to be.",               "date": "2017-05-30T20:33:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496169229,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown claps her hands together, as she feels the night went exceedingly well. Lulsyls had made a new friend! How fun. Hours earlier, she was admiring the remaining text she wrote on the moon from last night.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe enters into the tavern, smiling as she always did, with a tiny red ball in her hand...",               "date": "2017-05-30T20:57:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496170628,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Erica Stonehoof was literally walking down the stairs as this went on, still a bit of a half-sleepy as she walked towards the kitchen, apparently unconcerned and.... unaffected? by the powerful magics being unleashed within the tavern. Today seemed like a strange day as she was having a lazy day and since those didn\u0026apos;t come too often, she wasn\u0026apos;t letting anyone ruin the peace and relative quiet of the tavern, relative aside from being the occasional barfight and not the threat of blowing up the tavern. After a few moments, Erica returned from the kitchen and tossed a small steel marble onto the floor. The marble began to roll over towards the massing magics and the magi conjuring them. She produced an orb after along with a small stand. \u0026quot;Alter Reality.\u0026quot; She told the orb and the orb reacted in kind, glowing softly. There was a loud pop. Naerie was no longer in front of the magi, neither were any of the other patrons within the tavern itself. \u0026quot;Let me know when you\u0026apos;re done throwing a hissy fit. Oh great powerful general magi who can\u0026apos;t control his own emotions.\u0026quot; She told him, adding an insult into that bit as well. What was strange was that Erica\u0026apos;s voice was not coming from her mouth, but all around the room? In fact, the Erica there behind the bar stuttered for a moment with the mixing magics but retained it\u0026apos;s form. \u0026quot;Have fun.\u0026quot; She said, the illusion of both the equine and the orb fading away. Well that must be quite infuriating... At least it will be, once he figures it out. \u0026quot;By the way, this is also a recording.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMeanwhile in the actual tavern! Erica stood behind the bar, keeping an eye on the orb as she kept her hands busy cleaning up a few mugs. She looked down to Naerie with a smile. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry about it dear. I\u0026apos;ve picked up several useful items for situations like this. He\u0026apos;ll throw his temper tantrum until he\u0026apos;s done.\u0026quot; The amulet around her neck shattered after a few moments longer. \u0026quot;Damn it... I should have guessed that it would only hold up for so long. Those things are expensive.... twenty thousand gold... all gone.\u0026quot; She sighed, setting down the mug and kneeling down to pick up the shattered pieces that fell on the floor with. When Erica knelt down to pick up the pieces, they turned to dust and were carried away by some non-existent breeze. \u0026quot;Oh, well. That really held out to the last bit didn\u0026apos;t it?\u0026quot; The equine muttered to herself as she stood back up. She took a look back at the glowing orb on her side of the counter, just inside a small cubby hole which she could keep an eye on it. \u0026quot;When you\u0026apos;re done you can come out and have something to eat.\u0026quot; She said into the orb, though inside or rather on the other side, Erica\u0026apos;s voice only came from all around. She really wasn\u0026apos;t in the mood to deal with this sort of thing, honestly she had woken up only a few hours ago and to come down stairs only to be confronted with this shit. Nope, not today. Especially not today.",               "date": "2017-05-30T21:02:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496170965,                "user": "Erica Stonehoof"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown held the red ball in her hand. The most cursed of magic items. Among the most dangerous, too. Whomever held this red ball had an incredible power... as she moved closer to the bar towards Erica and Naerie, she\u0026apos;d unleash the mighty power held within...!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHonk honk. Yep, the red ball was a clown nose. Unfortunately upon her entrance, it seemed that she was transferred to an alternate reality, where the percentage of clowns in the world was much higher - because she was amongst one of the only! (?)",               "date": "2017-05-30T21:10:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496171429,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Naerie is sitting on the customer side of the bar, in front of her a rather small glass filled with a clear liquid, next to it a jug with the same substance. Her tail wich she always takes so much care of, hangs down, limb except for the few swings once in a while. Her body is sunken into itself as she is halfway laying on top of the counter, one hand at the glass, the other arm is used as a pillow to support her chin. Every now and then, she raises her head, putting the glass to her lips and emptying it, just to refill it. When she started, the bottle was full, by now it is more than half empty. SHe sighs and tilts her head, starring at the stonewall.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T22:27:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496176076,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Mika Shade enters the tavern almost naked, wearing only \u003Ca href=\"https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/3269578.jpg\"\u003Eunbuttoned white shirt\u003C/a\u003E, small leather shoes and \u003Ca href=\"http://i.imgur.com/ozI3Z4n.jpg\"\u003Esakkat\u003C/a\u003E, covering her face. Her crotch and breasts were left naked, and her flat and toned up stomach was girded by a small leather belt with an arming sword with hilt of custom work hanging on her side.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:17:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496096257,                "user": "Mika Shade"            },            {                "content": "Naerie raises her head wich has sunken on her arms, almost toppling the shot glass. Slowly she turned around, looking at the visitor, while rubbing her eyes one after another. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed her clothes, or rather the missing of such.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Greetings miss. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Or just in need for a place to sleep?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:30:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496097008,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Mika Shade has approached the bar and stood straight, keeping her head down. She replied with quiet, but confident voice. \u0026quot;Greetings. I tankard of your finest ale, please.\u0026quot; She pulled a small coin from her shirt pocket and slapped it on the counter.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:56:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496098586,                "user": "Mika Shade"            },            {                "content": "Naerie snaps and her order jumps from the shelf onto the counter and walked over to her. Yes it walked. The tankard had legs and stood in front of the customer. As soon as it gets picked up they would vanish. The maid, puts the coin into her pocket.\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:00:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496098854,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Mika Shade yelps, leans backwards, loses balance and falls down on her butt with loud thump. Her legs were open and bent in knees, revealing her everything. She pointed her finger to the tankard and screamed, \u0026quot;WAAAH! WHAT IS THIS WITCHERY!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:02:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496098968,                "user": "Mika Shade"            },            {                "content": "Naerie looks down at where her face would be, ignoring her nudity. \u0026quot;Transmutation magic.\u0026quot; She said fairly plain as if it was as simple as cut bread. \u0026quot;It will stop once you pick it up.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:05:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496099104,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Mika Shade quickly jumps up and dusts off. She adjusts her hat, so again her whole face is covered, only her thin lips are visible. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t pick it up! Can you make it... stop? Before that?... It\u0026apos;s not like I am afraid! No no, I am afraid of nothing! But it is too... too weird. I am not touching it!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:06:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496099214,                "user": "Mika Shade"            },            {                "content": "Naerie shrugs and touches the container herself and the feet vanish. \u0026quot;There.\u0026quot; She yawns and stretches, probalby time to hit the feathers...\n",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:09:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496099385,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Mika Shade approaches and carefully grabs the tankard, looking at Naerie suspiciously\n",                "date": "2017-05-30T01:16:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496099780,                "user": "Mika Shade"            },            {                "content": "Elven_Huntress walks into the tavern and waves to everyone \u0026quot;Haii\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-05-30T01:17:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496099873, "user": "Elven_Huntress" },           {                "content": "Naerie simply waves it off. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s just a regular one now.\u0026quot; The kitsune slips from her chair, grabbing her own bottle and walks over to the stairs to head to bed, but still greets the new guest. \u0026quot;Hello, sorry but service is closed. If you need something, help yourself and leave the money behind the counter.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T01:22:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496100152, "user": "Naerie" },           {                "content": "Elven_Huntress looked at her confused \u0026quot;O..Oh.. b..but I..Im here s..since I applied to work here yesterday.. A..and I dont know what or when does my work start..\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T01:23:36.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496100216, "user": "Elven_Huntress" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 30., kedd, 13:02:12" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Eve Smith  stops Stephanus when they\u0026apos;re both laying on the bed facing one another. Neither one of them gets to be the top. Sometime during the fray, her shirt had been ripped off as well, leaving her bare. Likewise, she had torn his pants and shirt as well. \u0026quot;...this is going to be some expensive sex,\u0026quot; she notes briefly, her hand dropping to massage at his balls whilst he tends to her breasts. She moans, shudders, and leans her shoulders backwards, giving him plenty of space to work with. \u0026quot;Mmm,\u0026quot; she moans, feeling herself get wetter at a steady pace. \u0026quot;Lunch time already?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T20:35:13.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496169313, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nods to Eve. \u0026quot;Yep, lunch time already.\u0026quot; and continues licking her breasts for a little while, whiel he himself moans slightly from the treatment his flails are receiving. He is trying to work his way up to getting Eve horny enough to be open for the main course. Still, he keeps trying, checking, to see if she responds to an attempt, and him trying to get inside her... And any resistance just leads to a fallback to what he was doing - sucking on her breasts.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T20:37:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496169458, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  decides to relent and roll onto her belly. When Stephanus takes he top, she drapes both ankles over his shoulders, lifting her legs to give a him a tighter fit and easy access to hilt inside her. The unfortunate consequence of such acts is that her perky nipples are to be left unattended. The ginger slides her hand down to her crotch and plays with her wet, sensitive clit. Each motion causes her folds to milk tightly against him in pleasure. Judging by her slickness, she is indeed horny enough. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s have doggy style for dinner,\u0026quot; she suggests in a huskier voice than normal, her throat sore from all the moaning.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T20:42:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496169752, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  indeed makes use of this access given to him. He penetrates with his \u0026apos;magical longsword\u0026apos; straight into the hole, where she wanted it to be. Just the position she intended him to be at. He has her pinned down, and is penetrating her from that position like the last time. Except that this time, he makes no use of his magic. Not at all. He penetrates her rather naturally, and makes few sounds, save for a bit of deep-voiced groaning. Slowly going inside, this time focusing on strength and depth rather than speed.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T20:46:54.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496170014, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  considers thrusting with him, but suddenly stops. Her groaning is quite a bit louder than last time, indicating he\u0026apos;s hitting just the right spot. His pace is at just the right tempo to make her eyes roll back in her head and hand to move just a bit faster along her aching clit. \u0026quot;Oh...Steph,\u0026quot; she moans out, reflexively flexing as her body prepares for its second orgasm of the day. Her breath comes in sharp, steady pants.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T20:49:40.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496170180, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  does not consciously take the hints from her reaction to his penetration, but is instead driven by his instincts. Given how he did things with her not too long ago, he can not even go any faster than how he is going now. He is already sweating almost like a horse, but keep going on anyway. Only as he catches himself losing momentum does he begin relying on his magic once again to keep the status quo, to keep the tempo.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;E-Eve!\u0026quot; he moans out for her as well, not exactly climaxing yet, but approaching it.", "date": "2017-05-30T20:51:48.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496170308, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  doesn\u0026apos;t mind his sweat in the slightest. In fact, her thin sheen has punctuated a few spots on her brow with moisture. Her cries become more fervent and longing. In a burst of sensation, her voice trembles and ankles twist inwards, dragging her calves along his shoulders. The woman can\u0026apos;t help but buck her hips against him, riding the orgasm to its fullest peak while she pants like a person who\u0026apos;s just run a marathon. Her body spasms and squirms beneath him and around him, encouraging his own release.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T20:57:07.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496170627, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  - this time - quite uncharacteristically ends up climaxing with a delay. Men usually climax fast, while women tend to take longer... But this itme, it\u0026apos;s other way around. He erupts into her once again. Ah, the sound he makes, completely satisfied. This is life. This is what he was missing all the time. If only he had noticed Eve earlier and paid attention to her earlier... Such pleasure. Such amazingness.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Ahh....\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-30T21:00:45.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496170845, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  can\u0026apos;t help it at this angle. She keeps her trembling thighs held aloft for a few more seconds, making no attempt to peel them away. \u0026quot;Mmm,\u0026quot; she moans happily, sliding her head down against the bed. Maybe killing his ex wife was worth it. \u0026quot;...fuck,\u0026quot; she grunts, glancing down. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s twice you haven\u0026apos;t pulled out...\u0026quot; though it\u0026apos;s not as if two times in a relatively short span of time is going to make much of a difference in the long run. \u0026quot;This may be the wrong time to ask, but you\u0026apos;re really not weirded out that I can turn into a massive green dragon?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:13:54.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496171634, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  at this point was getting pretty tired, so he ujst stayed still after pulling out. He didn\u0026apos;t even think about the fact that at this point, he may have impregnated Eve... but nevertheless looked at Eve when she asked the question. \u0026quot;After all that happens, the last thing I\u0026apos;ll be surprised or weirded out by will be you turning into a dragon.\u0026quot; he laughed. But yes... at this point, killing his ex-wife was pretty much worth it. Very much worth it. so much for the mourning.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:19:34.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496171974, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  chuckles and rolls to the other side of the bed, giving Stephanus room to lay down should he wish it. \u0026quot;If you change your mind when you come to your senses, let me know,\u0026quot; she chuckles tiredly, laying flat on the bed so that she might enjoy the sensations still idly wandering across her figure. Her hand reaches out for the meat on the chest. One stretch, two stretch...too far. With a sigh, she gives up and rolls to face the paladin again. \u0026quot;You should really pull out,\u0026quot; she says seriously. \u0026quot;Your kids might be \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Egingers\u003C/span\u003E.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:26:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496172410, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  did in fact pull out! Although probably somewhat late. His kids will be redheads? Not a problem for him, not at all... \u0026quot;And will they be as tanned as their mother?\u0026quot; he laughed. He knew nothing about genetics - therefore is oblivious to the fact (or the reasons why), that it is highly unlikely for someone without red-headed ancestors to have a red-headed child -, but he can\u0026apos;t remember having redheaded ancestors... after all, this is the Middle Ages, no one knows what genetics are.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I like redheads, sweetheart... after all, you are one too.\u0026quot; he laughed. \u0026quot;I hope our daughter will be as beautiful as you.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-05-30T21:32:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496172777, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  likewise doesn\u0026apos;t know much about genetics, because this is a time before people began thinking beyond the sword and survival mode. \u0026quot;Just as tan,\u0026quot; she confirms, \u0026quot;with your blue eyes.\u0026quot; When in reality, they\u0026apos;d likely have children with medium skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. All the dominant traits with none of the parents\u0026apos; exotic appeals. \u0026quot;You name the daughters, I\u0026apos;ll name the sons. As soon as I can think of something that goes with Tavilrond.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:39:42.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496173182, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded to Eve\u0026apos;s idea. \u0026quot;I name the daughters? I thought... I mean, sure, it\u0026apos;s good for me, but... shouldn\u0026apos;t we name the oldest daughter after the mother, and the oldest son after the father?\u0026quot; he asked. That is the custom of his world. Is it not the custom of Eve\u0026apos;s? He was curious. \u0026quot;A female name that goes with Tavilrond... now that is kind of a trick question...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:45:20.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496173520, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  is on the border of playfulness and serious suggestions. \u0026quot;Not where I\u0026apos;m from. My mother\u0026apos;s name was Alexandria and my grandmother called Aeralis.\u0026quot; The only pattern being that each of their names start with vowels. \u0026quot;So you come from a long line of Stephanus...? Isn\u0026apos;t that weird? When I shout out your name, I\u0026apos;m also calling out your father\u0026apos;s and his father\u0026apos;s and his father\u0026apos;s...and so on.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:49:52.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496173792, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head at Eve. \u0026quot;A long line of Step- what? No, off course not!\u0026quot; he laughed, then leaned closer and whispered. \u0026quot;I was actually an orphan, and never knew the first names of my parents. It\u0026apos;s a miracle that I even know their last name, which I was allowed to keep.\u0026quot; he said. Then back to his original position. \u0026quot;I think I know one good female name... Al\u0026#xE9;na? Maybe, or... Arn\u0026#xE9;lia?\u0026quot; he asked.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:51:21.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496173881, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  can\u0026apos;t help but chuckle. Energized by the naming of their theoretical fetus, she rolls off the bed and finally grabs the meat, which she rips into thirds and offers a portion of the smoked, sweet meat to Stephanus. \u0026quot;Unless I\u0026apos;m giving birth tomorrow, we don\u0026apos;t have to pick a name. Hell, I\u0026apos;m probably not even pregnant. My body was shut down after I drank the pink potion and probably hasn\u0026apos;t even started working again. We can just use this time to practice.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:54:15.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496174055, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  laughed once again. \u0026quot;Sure-sure... or that is what you say to yourself to keep yourself calm.\u0026quot; he teased Eve and went on to give her a kiss on the forehead. \u0026quot;Have you considered what kind of ring you want?\u0026quot; he asked teasingly and started rubbing Eve\u0026apos;s cheek, slightly laughing at the idea how would Byrce react if he saw any of this, or if he heard the news...\n", "date": "2017-05-30T21:58:11.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496174291, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  turns her head up at the last moment to catch his lips. \u0026quot;Obviously silver with an emerald,\u0026quot; she teases, trying her best to sound high maintenance. If he really did wed her, she\u0026apos;d probably take a piece of string and proclaim it to be \u0026apos;wedding official enough\u0026apos;. \u0026quot;What\u0026apos;re you laughing at?\u0026quot; Since she can\u0026apos;t read his thoughts, she doesn\u0026apos;t know about how Steph\u0026apos;s mind trails to Bryce.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:07:14.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496174834, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  just keeps laughing. \u0026quot;Never mind, never mind... I just thought... once Byrce gets news of the two of us, you know... how will he react?\u0026quot; he asked the question, knowing that he did not wnat to give up on Eve. \u0026quot;Never mind...\u0026quot; he laughed, saying that it is not mandatory to answer his question. \u0026quot;Or that you are probably carrying my child.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:09:23.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496174963, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  looks relieved, and even a bit hopeful. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s be sure to have sex down in the middle of the tavern, just so he has no choice but to get the point.\u0026quot; She desperately wants to be rid of her suitors, save Udo. He actually took things at a reasonable pace, brought her a.jpgt, and helped her in a time of need. \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s no probably,\u0026quot; she huffs, finishing her meat and moving to pin Stephanus to the bed. \u0026quot;We still have lots of practicing left. And probably have to get to know each other. For example...do you know \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Emy\u003C/span\u003E last name? Or even what I do for a living?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:12:33.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496175153, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  waits for Eve to finish with her meat, and nods to the idea. Unbeknownst to Eve, Steph has already had sex with someone down the middle of the tavern, on a table. That was the first time he met with Mary, actually. He was doing a barmaid at the time.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You are a blacksmith. Let me guess... that\u0026apos;s your last name too right? Smith?\u0026quot; he asked, guessing, although deliberately in a tone that made it sound like he was teasing her and already knew the answer. He allowed her to pin him down. \u0026quot;And what do I do for a living?\u0026quot; he asked from her.", "date": "2017-05-30T22:16:12.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496175372, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  slides her crotch over his, even though he\u0026apos;ll likely stay flaccid... unless he has incredible stamina and some pent up urge to mate like others in the tavern seem to have. \u0026quot;Right on both counts. Damn your attentiveness.\u0026quot; To reward him for his proper guesses, she leans down and kisses him on the lips twice. Still leaning her chest upon his, she continues. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re a racist for a living and smite people who\u0026apos;re the wrong color and species, right?\u0026quot; What an awful, yet true description of a paladin.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:18:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496175537, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  kisses Eve back on the lips happily and then just laughs at her answer, while his hands go to her butt to slap it and then rub it. \u0026quot;Not exactly... I would say that I am a sacred warrior for living, and I defend innocents like you from demons and undead... and bandits. I fight injustice and darkness... and likely get my tools to do that from the likes of you.\u0026quot; he teased. \u0026quot;Which reminds me, my armour will need repairing soon... my actual, chainmail and breastplate that is, not this gambeson.\u0026quot; What a weird subject to talk about during something as hot and steamy as this.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose this means we\u0026apos;re in it, eh? Many strings attached, right?\u0026quot; he asked, just to clarify if there are strings attached between the two.", "date": "2017-05-30T22:21:55.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496175715, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip at the smack to her rear. \u0026quot;Have I been a bad girl?\u0026quot; She taunts, her eyes slowly gaining focus upon him once more. \u0026quot;Oh yeah? Then how come I didn\u0026apos;t hear you so much as try to push open the door after Aetharis locked it?\u0026quot; Truly, she doesn\u0026apos;t hold a grudge and understands just why he\u0026apos;d backed off. Her hand drops down to her stomach. \u0026quot;Hang on a moment...if I\u0026apos;m giving you babies and smith work, just what do I get out of our ties?\u0026quot; Her hands reach down to his and pull them slowly up and over his head, rendering him powerless to stop her unless he can somehow overpower the dragon mutt.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:26:59.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496176019, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  can\u0026apos;t help but laugh again. \u0026quot;For the babies, I\u0026apos;ll give you my heart, a ring, and a promise never to touch other women...\u0026quot; he says. \u0026quot;For the smith work? Money, I suppose... I have lots of that.\u0026quot; responding to each of the questions separately, neglecting the one where Aetharis had Eve behind a closed door. \u0026quot;Well-well... a magically sealed door is beyond my expertise, my love... Unfortunately. Had it not been magical, I would have bashed it in...\u0026quot; he finally responded to that question too.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:32:16.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496176336, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  knows of Stephanus\u0026apos; wishes for monogamy. Though she\u0026apos;s curious to try out other things in the bedroom, why not? \u0026quot;Oh yeah?\u0026quot; She pretends to be fascinated by his money, though it likely doesn\u0026apos;t make the slightest difference for her. \u0026quot;With how much you\u0026apos;re asking from my body, inside and out, I suppose I could take your heart and share your room.\u0026quot; Her heart actually stops when he calls her \u0026apos;my love\u0026apos;. Frowning, she pulls off him, more disturbed than she wants to let on. \u0026quot;Be honest, Stephanus. Do you want to call me yours out of a sense of duty? Or because you see me as one of the few individuals that you could spend the rest of your life with.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:38:35.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496176715, "user": "Eve Smith" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  doesn\u0026apos;t notice Eve\u0026apos;s concern until it is too late. She asks a question. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know. I suppose a bit of both?\u0026quot; wrong answer. \u0026quot;I was always taught that you can only love one, and you have to give in all you can into that... And you are also one of the few who don\u0026apos;t tell me to get lost. Besides... Why not?\u0026quot; he asked. \u0026quot;Why not just try it?\u0026quot; he laughed. The last time he got married, it didn\u0026apos;t last very long... he ended up widowing himself out of self defense. Let\u0026apos;s hope this one won\u0026apos;t end up like that.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:42:41.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496176961, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Eve Smith  chooses that moment to move towards her clothes. With her undergarments ruined, she pulls her pants on without underwear. \u0026quot;This was a mistake,\u0026quot; she sighs. To have her feelings finally reciprocated had been a joy. For them to only have a few hours in bliss makes her crash all the harder with crippling heartache. \u0026quot;I want someone that loves me for me, not someone that\u0026apos;s in love with love,\u0026quot; she reasons, pulling on her shirt and moving toward the door. \u0026quot;Just give it some thought. What is it about \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eme\u003C/span\u003E that could make all other women vanish, aside from what you tell yourself?\u0026quot; Not waiting for an answer, she turns the knob and prepares to leave.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T22:47:58.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496177278, "user": "Eve Smith" }       ],        "sectionName": "Meanwhile" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond approaches the fox-maid whom he sees sitting near the counter, and before even saying anything else, or even being close enough to be coherent.... he says. \u0026quot;I suppose I owe you an apology...\u0026quot; before anything else.\n", "date": "2017-05-30T23:18:45.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1496179125, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Naerie has been fallen asleep when he came to her, not very deep however, but enough to make her jump a bit when he spoke to her. She spilled the liquor from her glass as a result and looked over to the voice. She did not look good. Her eyes looked somehow empty, there was no smile on her face. Even thou she had been drinking for quite some time, she wasn\u0026apos;t even that drunk, she might not be able to walk straight and have a hint of a slur, but she was clearly aware of what was going on. So it wasn\u0026apos;t the alcohol that made her look like an undead. It couldn\u0026apos;t be the lack of sleep either, since she was napping all the time. However her eyes were a bit red.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;No other women around that wants to flirt with you?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EThere is a frog in her throat that makes her voice sound strange, while also hurting her when she swallows. She didn\u0026apos;t cry alot, just shed a hand full of tears, but her throat was still swollen. It was clear that this women was hurt and acting cold to protect herself.",               "date": "2017-05-30T23:28:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496179709,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had sighed upon seeing the state she was in. He was highly tempted to just rub her head, or treat her like a pet to be cheered up... but alas, that is not something he should be doing right now. He recognized that she looked very sad, very hurt, and arguably... he had much to apologize for.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I wish to offer my apologies... I was rude to you, and I... I\u0026apos;m sorry. I shouldn\u0026apos;t have insulted you like that. You are a beautiful woman who only deserves the best...\u0026quot; he said to her. \u0026quot;You clearly deserve better than this.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he sat down near her, and put his hand onto her shoulder. \u0026quot;You are a very lovely one, do you know that?\u0026quot; he asked from her.",               "date": "2017-05-30T23:32:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496179965,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie rested her head back on her arm and looked at him through the small glass and it\u0026apos;s creative cuts, breaking her view multiple times, turning everything behind into a formless amount of colours.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not only you. Yeah I was mad at you for acting like a noble one and treating me like a peasent, but I would probably just throw things after you.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe closed her eyes.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t have a reason to tell you, but at this point... I don\u0026apos;t even care... I\u0026apos;m a ghost of a girl that I want to be most. I a shell of a girl that I used to be. Dancing slowly in an empty room, can\u0026apos;t the lonely take the place of you? Singing myself a quit lullaby let you go to let the lonly in, to take my heart again. To afraid to go outside, for another loveless night. For the lonelyness will stay with me, hold me until I fall asleep.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe softly sings to herself and lowers her glass. \u0026quot;You said you wanted to see the real me and not someone who just... serves customers. Well here I am. Quite the sight huh?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe fox grabs the bottle and pours another drink in and empties the glass.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Bet it\u0026apos;s not what you expected.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T23:45:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496180755,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to her. \u0026quot;Indeed, it is not exactly what I expected. Remember when I had a crush on you?\u0026quot; he asked. \u0026quot;At the time... I was a hopeless romantic, and I still am... But that is not the point. Everyone deserves love. Everyone deserves a chance...\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe kept reiterating. \u0026quot;You are a lovely person, who must have had reasons to be this sad... But I still find you quite the beauty. It is a shame that your employer is such a cruel man. I remember witnessing a barmaid of his. She already had someone, when he raped her and put the collar on her. I have no idea how, but she got freed by her rogue lover...\u0026quot; he told the story again that he briefly mentioned to her.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Yet you appear to work out of your own will, with no such devices. You still have free will, you can still exit when you want...\u0026quot; he continued. \u0026quot;Loveless night... \u0026quot; then he sighed and slowly began taking his hand onto Naerie\u0026apos;s head, and started rubbing it softly. \u0026quot;Are you in need of someone?\u0026quot; he asked.",               "date": "2017-05-30T23:51:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496181106,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie didn\u0026apos;t really want to see him, in fact she didn\u0026apos;t want to see anyone right now, but talking felt good somehow. Like a soft breeze over a beaten body.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You still look like you are a hopeless in that department. But it seems like you don\u0026apos;t have a crush on me anymore, but on the women you were with. I\u0026apos;ll be honest, I\u0026apos;m a bit sad about it. I know it is selfish and I even said I won\u0026apos;t be you girlfriend, but it still felt nice to be chased that way.\u0026quot; She sighs deeply. \u0026quot;Yeah I heard that story from you. And yes, he is no saint, maybe not even human in that department. But I don\u0026apos;t really care. She didn\u0026apos;t look or sound like she was against it, otherwise she would have called out for help. As for the women of your story. Sometimes we women should have not send mixed signals. It\u0026apos;s a rough world and if you can\u0026apos;t protect yourself you end up like this or worse.... Yes it was wrong of him to do it to that women back then. On the other hand, he didn\u0026apos;t gave me a collar... maybe I\u0026apos;m not his type.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe drank another glass.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I shouldn\u0026apos;t judge, I tricked to many humans into the same thing. And I just work here, to forget and fill the hole in me.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhen he asked his question she looked up at him. \u0026quot;You mean someone to sleep with? Don\u0026apos;t you think it is inapropiate now that you have a girlfiend?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:03:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496095381,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond patted Naerie\u0026apos;s back. \u0026quot;Yes, I am still hopeless in that department... And indeed, I no longer really have a crush on you. Yet after my wife died, you were the first one I sought out... Had the other woman not been so fast to strike down at me, I likely would have fallen for you all over again.\u0026quot; he said to her, explaining what happened. \u0026quot;It is a sad world, where people have to cower in fear from the hands of injustice... Yet at least you are free. That is a positive.\u0026quot; he sighed. He did not drink anything as of now.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Unlike the women, those humans you tricked were enamoured by your looks, by your aura, by what you show... But his victims... they were violated against their own will. At least you made them want it... which makes a bit of difference.\u0026quot; he continued.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sleep with? No... at least, not necessarily.... As for that... she left the room and told me think about things. She told me she wants someone who can truly love her for who she is, rather than out of a sense of duty like I do. It is my weakness... When a single woman doesn\u0026apos;t tell me to get lost, and I conveniently don\u0026apos;t already have someone in my heart, I get attached to her, start asking for her love... something that I am then obliged to return.\u0026quot; he kept explaining. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know how to explain...\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:11:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496095871,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie smirked a bit. \u0026quot;You think to nicely of me.\u0026quot; She touched his nose ever so slightly, placing a spell on him, that would charm him, making him lust for her and obey any desire she might have. She broke the spell rather quickly.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Still think I just got them with my looks?\u0026quot; By now she actually managed to sit up, but not straight and turned towards him.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So. She might love you, but is uncertain about you loving her on your own instead out of guilt. Well here is the question; is it guilt and duty that drives you to her? Do you just want to care for a stray cat in hopes that she might find someone who, in your eyes, is better suited for her?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe knew that her questions could seed doubt in him and might hurt him. But on the other hand, it could save him from a mistake that would save both of them more pain.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;A thing you should know about me, I hate couple who are happy. So take my words with a grain of salt, even when they seem helpful at first. Anyway. There is no thing as love on first sight. It is an illusion and one that fades away fast. Think about it, what if I were more.... open towards you and we were dating. What would you think you would have done if you still met her? You would sit between two chairs. Now what if you see another girl who fancies you. Either way you have to push one of them back and hurt her, or loose both.\n\u003Cbr\u003ELove is cruel isn\u0026apos;t it? But no, I won\u0026apos;t tempt you in betraying you girlfriend. Well that is, IF she is your girlfriend. Who knows, maybe she is just a close friend, who doesn\u0026apos;t mind to sleep with you. I mean, you do quite well in bed.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:26:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496096762,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took her words closely. She was definitely onto something. In his life, he always assumed the role of the man who takes in the stay cat, not necessarily in hopes of finding someone who is better suited for said person, but out of desire to do the right thing. This made him scratch his head.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You might be onto something... I always took the role of the man who saves the stray cat. Not really out of hope of finding a better shelter and owner for said cat, but out of a burning desire to do what is right. As a knight of the light, I have always dedicated my life to violently extinguishing evil whereever it dwells... but can I really be a knight of the light, if I am also a source of darkness, causing pain and agony to people?\u0026quot; he asked in response, in direct relation to what she would say.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If you were more open towards me, I would have swore to be loyal to you, and would have proclaimed it my sacred duty, to always do everything within my power to put a smile on your beautiful face. Some goes for anyone I give my heart to... which reminds me of my dead wife. She would constantly ask me to cheat on her. She would actually \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Edemand\u003C/span\u003E that I sleep with other women, even as I kept insisting that I only had eyes for her... The woman I was just with claims to have desired me from the moment she laid eyes on me, only holding herself back because I was married and knew about my fixation on monogamy.\u0026quot; he went on.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Yes indeed, love is cruel... No matter what you do, you will always end up hurting someone, if not yourself. It is a game of picking your poison. Yet for some reason, I cannot bring myself to stop playing this game. Having had no family as a child must have left a hole in me that I keep trying to fill in with women... I mean, a woman. A special woman. Yet even I don\u0026apos;t know what do I desire from such a woman. Having a woman fancy me is... new to me, if not alien.\u0026quot; he continued explaining. Does he do well in bed now? He never would have guessed, given how he effectively lost his virginity to Naerie....\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;She wouldn\u0026apos;t have known that before the first time.\u0026quot; he made that remark about the final sentence.",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:37:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496097453,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie rests her elbows on the counter behind her and looks a unusual sloppy. \u0026quot;Yeah paladins are a weird bunch. Destroy the evil and such. Wich would mean you have to come after me, for the things I have done... And no, I don\u0026apos;t regret it. I have split families and I would do it again. Those people with their high horses, daring to speak to me about loyalty, when you just have to assume the forms of their dream women and show a bit of skin. Tsk. And who knows, you might do the same. As years pass and time takes his toll on both of you. Then suddenly there is this young beatiful girl with firm breasts that sends hints towards you. You look over to your wife who you haven\u0026apos;t touched in months. The daily routine is poison to sex. And there is this tiny voice which says, \u0026quot;Do it, your wife doesn\u0026apos;t need to know... You earned it.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe smiles. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve been that girl and the voice for so many years, you won\u0026apos;t believe how many men and women turn like a flag in the wind.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EA sigh. \u0026quot;But, for some reason I don\u0026apos;t have the desire to seperate you two, like I normally would like to. I\u0026apos;m rather curious. It sounded like you would sleep with me if I would ask you to... Why?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe looked deeper into his eyes, searching for something. \u0026quot;You really are not sure if you can give her the love she deserves. You were married once you said, you know what it means. SHe fancies you yes, but you are uncertain.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-05-30T00:51:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496098314,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods to Naerie. Boy, she must be a mind-reader. \u0026quot;You said it. You just hit the nail right on the head... Are you a mind-reader, Naerie?\u0026quot; he asked the fox-lady. He deliberately glossed over an important question - when she asked him basically, if he would sleep with her. Or rather, she stated that he sounded like he would sleep with her if she asked, and asked why. Instead, he focused on answering to the latter parts...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I question my ability to give her the love she deserves... She deserves someone better than me. Someone who can truly love her for who she is, not just someone who convinces himself that he\u0026apos;s in love with her only because he doesn\u0026apos;t want to hurt her... My wife was in the same boots. For an unknown reason, I was all over her, and she kept insisting that I deserve better than her, that I shouldn\u0026apos;t settle for that, that I should aim higher... And those words resonate, albeit ironically... As if the roles were reversed.\u0026quot; he didn\u0026apos;t mention the fact that he also questions if this girl really loves him for who he is, or just lusts after his body and looks in a way that is normally considered out of character for women, more characteristic of the typical shallow male. But he didn\u0026apos;t voice that concern.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;No, I would not make use of the kind of services you are offering when married or otherwise taken. I even defied my now-dead wife\u0026apos;s \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eorders\u003C/span\u003E to sleep with other women, and she actually wanted me to do that, yet I insisted that I only have eyes for her. I have no difficulty being monogamous... But can I really offer her more than just a refusal to look at other women? Can I offer her more, than just... I feel like if anything, she\u0026apos;d be bored with me fast. I don\u0026apos;t know what does she see in me.\u0026quot; he continued, although in a darker theme.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Maybe I should ask her that directly, and then I\u0026apos;ll get answers.\u0026quot; Or maybe part of him sees the flaws of monogamy, but due to cultural conditions and his moral standards and indoctrination, he deliberately shuts down that part of his brains, and keeps insisting that he is monogamous, effectively self-brainwashing. \u0026quot;I will ask her tomorrow, and we\u0026apos;ll see the truth.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:07:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496099275,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie takes a swing out of the bottle this time as he talks. It is impossible to ignore the doubts he have.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well here comes my advice, wich you should take with a grain of salt. You are not ment bind yourself with someone. Your kind, with wich I mean paladins, are to.... kind hearted for those bonds. So I suggest that you are honest to her and say that you should stay friends, maybe with benefits, but that you wont be able to give her your heart. You still seem to love your wife. The way you talk about her. And here is the problem. What if you call the girl by your dead wives name? Even if it just by accident. It\u0026apos;s like a slap in the face. Is that a risk you are willing to take? If you say yes, I\u0026apos;ll call you a horrible person.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnother swing from the bottle.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Go talk to her. But be prepared that you will hurt her either way.... But it is better than now than later, so she might not turn into something like me.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnother swing.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Now I asked you enough things and your brain might overheat if I keep making you think about this much longer. WHat do you want to know about me? Since a few days ago you seemed quite eager. Unless that has faded together with the \u0026quot;crush\u0026quot; you had on me.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-30T01:20:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496100040,                "user": "Naerie"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Later"    },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Naerie guides Stephanus up the stairs in her own room. It looked like nature and a 8 year old girl had a sleepover. Pillows everywhere, aswell as forest flowers and branches from pine trees. The air smelled like the forest outside. The bed was pushed into a corner and in it\u0026apos;s place was a gian pile of pillows, blankets and other soft items. After both had entered she closed the door and turned the key, but not taking it out of the lock.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe walked over to one 4 smaller piles and dropped on it. As she walked her maid uniform got replaced by a vest and a skirt, wich was long in the back and short in the front. \u0026quot;I have no idea why he does that stuff, I guess I will just ask him tomorrow in private. It also annoys me a bit because everyone aside from me seems to know what\u0026apos;s going on. But enough of that, before I start drinking again. Have a seat.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:19:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496182781,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond goes together with Naerie into her room, which looked rather messy... but who was he to judge? He barely even sleeps in the same room, so he never really has to make order in his room. Still, he begins to look at her after sitting down, looking at her intently.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What exactly... are you talking about again?\u0026quot; he asked, slightly confused. \u0026quot;You mean, Aetharis and his carnal appetite, or...?\u0026quot; He may have been rather dense this time, or previously must have spaced out. Either way, he sighed. She said \u0026apos;enough of that\u0026apos;, so...\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose this is the part where I pay you in advance for anything that may or may not happen between us, right?\u0026quot; he made the joke, but did not touch his money. \u0026quot;So, what exactly are we going to have a discussion about?\u0026quot; he asked, this time somewhat more seriously, looking into Naerie\u0026apos;s eyes... at least as much as it was possible from that distance.",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:24:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496183090,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie raised her eyebrows. \u0026quot;Yes I mean him, not only trying to fuck every guest, but also causing so much trouble.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe just wanted o clarify that, before she moved on. Her room was not really a mess. She was just rather wild and prefered pillows instead of chairs and beds. Out in the wild she used leafs for that same thing. \u0026quot;Pay me? Well as you can see I am not wearing my uniform, so I am in private now. So if you want something certain, you have to ask instead of paying. \u0026quot; She smiled, while slightly spreading her legs, giving him a hint that she wouldn\u0026apos;t mind to fuck.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So it\u0026apos;s been some time since our last time. Did you discover any fetishes that you enjoy?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:30:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496183452,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiled at Naerie and would actually try to get closer to her, so he can... speak to her from a better position. Then look at her. How can he give her a honest answer to her question. \u0026quot;I think I like what I did so far... I like your breasts, I like your mouth, I like penetrating you...\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;Maybe you are my fetish?\u0026quot; he made the joke and winked at her, while trying to slide even closer to her, taking his hand onto her legs as soon as he was close enough, to rub slightly.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Yeah, let\u0026apos;s just say that you are my fetish. I enjoy you. There was never a time when you disappointed me, and I\u0026apos;m confident that there will never be.\u0026quot; he said to her, and would make an attempt to kiss Naerie on the lips... if she did not resist, that is. Which he hoped she would not do.",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:34:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496183669,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie even stretched her leg towards him, giving him space to caress her. \u0026quot;Still a charmer. As for me, I don\u0026apos;t mind it rough. Almost against my will. \u0026quot; She winks at him. \u0026quot;But more than anything, I love cum. In me on me, my mouth, everywhere. So if it is okay for you, mind if I put a little spell on you? In return you may use me however you like for the entire night.\u0026quot; As she raises her leg he may notices that she is not wearing anything underneath.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:39:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496183963,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods to her. \u0026quot;Anything to put a smile on your beautiful face, love.\u0026quot; - consenting to whatever spell she may want to put on him. She sure is one to consent to him, as he begins using his magic - telekinessis - to pul loff his own upper clothing first, the shirt, but not his trousers or his belt yet. He is quite curious to what is the nature of the spell she may put on him.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:41:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496184118,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie guides her foot to his belly and slowly below until she reaches his private parts. He might feel a warm tingling and a mark appears on his skin. \u0026quot;Just a little alteration spell that makes you more potent. Amount wise that is. It is enough that you subconsiosly think about it and you shoot that much. Don\u0026apos;t worry it just stays for a night. but if you want to be nice to me you aim for at least a whine glass.\u0026quot; She licks her lips and stands up, undoing her clothes.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well, I\u0026apos;m all yours now. Do as you please. From kissing to rape, almost everything goes.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:48:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496184531,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smirks. \u0026quot;I like where this is going.\u0026quot; he remarks, disposes of the rest of his clothing. And as soon as even Naerie is unclothed, he just walks towards her, and immediately kisses her on the lips, while his hands just go to pinning her down, being driven by primal instincts. Pinning Naerie down and kissing her on the lips, just so to distract her from what he is really going to do - the old penetration. While his now-enchanted \u0026apos;magical longsword\u0026apos; makes its entrance to Naerie\u0026apos;s scabbard, he does the predictable - deepening the kiss into a french kiss, going into her mouth, while the sword goes to the scabbard, then out of the scabbard, then into the scabbard again. As usual, he starts slow, he starts soft. He will only gradually go fast and rough.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:52:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496184754,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026quot;Oh you do? \u0026quot; She smirks at him, taking a good look at his cock. She answers his kisses, embracing him in her arms. Her breasts press against his, her hands wander over his back. She can feel his dick resting against her soft skin. Without foreplay she might not be ready for him, yet he pushes himself into her. She moans as she feels him enter. She is wet yes, but not a lot. For him it\u0026apos;s no problem. The fox moans into his mouth and plays with his tongue. She smirks as she notices that he seems to go with the usual, wich he seems to like alot.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:58:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496185128,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is not the one who play around excessively - at least, not this time. This time, he is aiming straight for her. He enjoys being touched on the back, and enjoys kissing her while simultaniously penetrating her. Especially when she moans. To him, it is an indicator that she likes it - even though she mentioned rape before. It all feels so natural to him. Having her breasts press against his chest, having her buck against him as he goes inside her, and having the kiss all at the same time. Maybe he should have went for more foreplay - as their first time doing it without money being involved would logically warrant something more romantic than just jumping straight to sex - but it is too late for that now: the milk has already been spilled, he is inside her, and is going into her through repeated motions while kissing her, hearing her muffled moans. He is not using any magic on himself at the moment - only the spell Naerie put on him.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:04:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496185445,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie keeps on moaning, even if it hurts her a bit, she enjoys the sex in general, soon she wraps her legs around his hip allowing him to pound faster and harder as he seems fit. Soon her pussy is wet enough, letting him slip in and out alot easier. She has to break the kiss to grasp for air, while doing so she also moans now quite loud, without another mouth to muffle her. \u0026quot;Oh yes! Please talk dirty to me.\u0026quot; She begs and burries her face at his shoulder, panting against him,\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:08:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496185727,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond keeps on pounding her, now having it much easier than previously - she is all wrapped around him, she is wet enough to allwo for easy and natural lubrication, and but the kiss is broken. And she is asking him to call her dirty words. As a gentleman, he never had experience in that, but as she was begging him... it was an offer he couldn\u0026apos;t refuse.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well now, you harlot...!\u0026quot; he said. It sounded dirty enough to him, albeit a different kind of dirty: an eloquent kind of dirty. In truth, had she not ordered him to utter words at her that he considers insulting, he would not have sad that. \u0026quot;Looks like the fox-harlot is going to be fed tonight!\u0026quot; he repeated, as he continued going into her. What was he referring to? He has plans for later, and he is not going to finish it all with just this. He has more plans for later.",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:13:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496185980,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie moans louder and scratches his back for a moment. As an apology she kisses him again. By now she can hear the slapping form each other and blushes a little bit. Her breasts bounce around from him slamming against her. By now she is wet enough for it to run down on her buttcheeks. She is enjoying this and he can feel it. Her warm,wet,insides embrace his hard shaft and are already twitching, begging him to release her and let her come.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:18:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496186307,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond is not one to come very fast however. He would have normally felt the pain of scratched backs, but was too busy having intercourse to notice it. He returns her kiss and has a temporary slowdown, before he can return to his previous tempo of going in as fast as he can, feeling her breasts bounce while kissing her lips. Now it is all getting louder, with sounds of slapping coming together.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EYet it takes a bit more for him to release himself into her. And when he does, there is actually a bit of overflow - just enough to collect for \u0026apos;later use\u0026apos;, if he pulls out, that is. But now, after that... he has another plan for her to do.",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:22:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496186527,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie came shortly before he did. Her inside contracted around him as he kept fucking her. Making it herself even more tight around him. She felt how his hot cum began to flood into her and fill her up until there was nothing left. She grunts deeply into his mouth and moves her hip very slowly against him. Enjoying the feeling of him sitring her up, not knowing what he might had planned.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:26:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496186802,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond slowly continued to penetrate her, to \u0026apos;poke\u0026apos; her rather softly for a little while, until he actually pulled out - and pulled out he did, breaking the kisss at the same time. \u0026quot;Now, it is clean-up time...\u0026quot; he said, patting her head, deliberately guiding her head towards his masculine part that still had a lot of those seeds on itself. This is an opportune time for her to not just lick it all up, but also to milk him for what remains of his seed for today, for he will release an extra amount into her after sufficent stimulation by the mouth.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EIn fact, if she gets the hint and does what he wants her to do - to suck on it - he actually goes on to push it even more into her, and pull her head closer, to make it a deepthroat.",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:30:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496187013,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie moaned as he suddenly pulled out. She could feel how his seed was drooling out of her and running down her leg, since there was just so much of it. She got on her knees and got in front of him.She began to kiss his tip taking it in her mouth and imidiatly starting to suck on it. It tasted of both of them. From time to time she looked up to him, before she continued. Her tongue wraped around him. She was quite vocal, slurping with visible enjoyment.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:35:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496187327,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond quite enjoyed the treatment, and the fact that he had to do so little to guide her towards what he wanted her to do. He moaned from enjoyment, as she kissed his \u0026apos;magical longsword\u0026apos;, began patting her head. \u0026quot;There-there... you\u0026apos;re a good girl.\u0026quot; he said, patting and rubbing. She was quite the skilled one at this. He resented the fact that the only reward he could give her was just rubbing of the head, when she was doing all the heavy-lifting, taking care of his manly part. It felt so good to feel her tongue around it.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:38:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496187514,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie took his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, only guiding it with her hand now while sucking hard on it. She reached for his hands and placed it on the back of her head. While she also massage her own breasts. There was still more of Stephanus she could take, but her mouth was full.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:41:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496187704,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond moaned. \u0026quot;Yes, yes... You are doing it great, sweetheart...\u0026quot; he moaned, as he kept petting her head while she was taking on his dragon, playing the flute. Oh, how he would have loved to play with her breasts as a reward for her playing with his \u0026apos;flute\u0026apos;... but it would have been physical impossible in this position. This is all he could do for now, until he would erupt... which was not now yet.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:43:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496187833,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie wanted to be praised more and slowly pushed herself all the way on top of him. Her throat bulging and her nose pressing against his body. She looked up and tried to stay for as long as possible before she had to pull back to catch fresh air and cough a few times, but she began to lick him right after.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:46:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496187985,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did in fact praise her more. \u0026quot;You are the best, my love...\u0026quot; which may have been over the line. The last two words of his sentence were the ones that broke his short-lived relationship with his previous woman as well. Naerie was such a sweetheart - from his point of view - rubbing her nose against his body. And not too long after she began to lick him again... it happened. He erupted for a second time, all going straight towards her face.... or was it her throat? Either way, it all got shot towards her. His last package of potent shots, at least for today. All for her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:49:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496188158,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie notices him twitching and takes him rather deep again, so as soon as he start errupting into her mouth it all shoot in her throat. After the last bit she pulls back and lick him clean. Her jaw hurt a bit but it was worth it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;That was quite something.\u0026quot; She pants with a smile on her face and begins to invite him to cuddle with her on her bed.",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:53:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496188417,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiled at her and kissed her nose aftwards, and happily went on to cuddle with her on the bed. He dared not to say the dreaded three-word sentence that contains the L-word, but he was certainly tempted to do so. So he would cuddle her, and tell her a different dreaded sentence instead... \u0026quot;I like you... a lot....\u0026quot; he said, kissing her forehead afterwards. We know that he meant to say something else, but dared not to... Not after the last time. Her smooth skin sure is something to enjoy. Very lovely. He is looking forwards to literally sleeping with her tonight.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T01:56:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496188573,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie snuggled against him and rested her head on his chest, her own soft breasts pushing against his ribs. \u0026quot;I like you aswell.\u0026quot; She knew what he wanted to say, but she would never say it herself, to anybody. For a while she let her fingers wander over his belly, before she fell asleep, with a smile on her face.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T02:01:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496188864,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would rub Naerie\u0026apos;s head in their sleep, and once he has lost enough of his consciousness to the call to slumber, he would actually do mumble the dread three-word sentence... \u0026quot;I... love... you...\u0026quot; he said, while rubbing her head in his sleep, albeit at an ever slowing rate... after a certain point, he was just sleeping, together with the woman he was with. A perfect night, and an even more perfect way to end this night.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T02:02:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496188978,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 31., szerda, 11:04:47"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown climbs in through a window, as she gets stuck for a moment, waggles about fiercely and then lands on the floor. \u0026quot;I should have brought more fish.\u0026quot; Lulsyls occupied herself by finding a tankard of water and starting to draw something upon the surface of a table... a circle, made of water. A water, made of circle.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T20:34:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496255677,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his appearence in the tavern, or rather... has already made his appearence in the tavern a time ago, now he just walks out of the room he was previously in, yawning and making his way towards the bar, where he can see whether he will get services, or will have to help himself to some alcoholic beverage. Either way, he feels sleepy and tired, but... you gotta wake up some time. So there - he is there, sitting near the bar.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T20:49:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496256597,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith goes from the forge to the river. From her frigid bath the ginger walks into the tavern. Her goal is stealth - to walk in and out without being scene. Alas, there\u0026apos;s a ginger, clown, and paladin; the beginnings to a bad joke. Eve awkwardly sits several stools away from Stephanus and speaks to the tender. \u0026quot;A meal and some ale, please.\u0026quot; In hindsight, she should\u0026apos;ve gone hunting out in the wilderness.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T20:53:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496256826,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Naerie \u0026apos;s mood has brightened since yesterday and she would fly down the stairs, singing and dancing... She would. If there wasn\u0026apos;t the hangover. Murring and cursing she crawls down the stairs and towards the bar, where she had a little box with herbs to reduce the headache. She passes Stephanus and raises her hand to greet him. Once she arrived at her destination she opens said box and begins to chew on a small package of different herbs as if it was very tough meat. But it helps, even thou it tastes terrible.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What\u0026apos;cha want?\u0026quot; It will still take a while longer for her to become acceptable as a service maid.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe vixen then snaps, wich she regrets as it feels like someone slapped her head, and a plate filled with bread, cooked eggs and some fruits float through the kitchen door, landing in front of Eve, while she herself pours some water for the guest.",               "date": "2017-05-31T20:55:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496256951,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown finished drawing her circle. \u0026quot;Waiter, there\u0026apos;s not a fly in my soup.\u0026quot; She stared towards Stephanus, before Eve... briefly caught her attention. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re lucky I bring my own.\u0026quot; Reaching into her pocket, she\u0026apos;d pull free a dead fly and place it into the ring of water, as it slowly started to freeze...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Is that all you do, Eve Smith? Eat and drink in this tavern, much like Erica. It seems you\u0026apos;ve both lost your way.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T20:56:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496256969,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs upon the sight of Eve, but decides not to contact her. That is not apropriate at such a time. Instead, he waves to the fox-lady as a response to her greeting. He does not notice the clown who appears to be also at the tavern. So he looks at Naerie, and thinks about what he should order. He remembers - he always tends to order alcoholic beverages, seldom actual food. Maybe he should do that for a change.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I would like some fried eggs, fried bacon, bread, and some fortified red wine with it, if it is possible...\u0026quot; he stated his request to Naerie. Then he looked around again, noticing that the clown seems to have gotten interested in Eve. Maybe he should start a conversation with Naerie then?\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose you didn\u0026apos;t have a very pleasing night, eh?\u0026quot; he asked from the fox-lady, not really sure how to start a conversation with her.",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:00:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496257225,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith grins at the informal response uttered by Naerie. \u0026quot;Perfect, thanks.\u0026quot; Though she likely won\u0026apos;t touch the fruit or eggs, she imagines Bryce will want some. Already she starts to stand and carry the plate with her, ready to be gone from the situation. Little does she know, it\u0026apos;s about to be far more awkward. Her eyes seek out the clown, frowning at the woman\u0026apos;s freezing soup a la fly and correct identification. \u0026quot;How do you know my name?\u0026quot; She asks with a brow arching up towards her brow. To her knowledge, she\u0026apos;s only told Stephanus her last name around these parts. A quick glance is cast to the paladin, wondering just why he\u0026apos;d give such a simple bit of information away to a creepy-ass woman.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:01:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496257282,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown put the finishing touches on her circle, as she slowly - carefully - lifted the frozen disk off of the tabletop. It was barely more thick than a sheet of paper. \u0026quot;Are you sure you don\u0026apos;t want some fried wine, to go with your fried-everything-else?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ELulsyls carefully lifted the sheet of ice upwards. Glistening like a mirror, it displayed a scene of a child running through the forest, with occasion arrows flying over their head. The fly was still stuck in the middle of the ice. \u0026quot;Oh, wrong... wrong, uh. Hold on.\u0026quot; She squeezes her nose, makes a brief \u0026apos;honk honk\u0026apos; noise, then flicks the ice - as it now changes to reflect perfectly, like a mirror, Eve.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;How could I not know your name? How could you not... know... your name?\u0026quot; She rubbed her chin with one hand, thinking: \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not about the name, it\u0026apos;s about the person. And I think you\u0026apos;ve been betraying who you are, lost in your cups and hobbies. Men, too, let\u0026apos;s not forget that one.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:08:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496257713,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Naerie is still to hungover and confused by the clown to really respond. \u0026quot;Fly? What? Urgh... my head...\u0026quot; She learned from her mistake and tapps on the counter instead of snipping and soon a large plate with a bit more bacon than others would get lands in front of Stephanus, along with a glass of wine. She didn\u0026apos;t really mean to be informal towards Eve since she barely knows her. The herbs are kicking in, yet she still splashes some cold water in her face.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Okay, thats better.\u0026quot; She looks towars the clown again. \u0026quot;I did not made that soup so I can\u0026apos;t tell you why it lacks flies. And no Steph I did not as you should know.... still... thank you...\u0026quot; This might be the first time she blushes in front of him.\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe notices that Eve gets up, maybe she wants to eat somewhere else? \u0026quot;You can leave the plate once you are done, I\u0026apos;ll clean it up after you.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:08:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496257721,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown briefly was distracted by Naerie: \u0026quot;You do know that stealing bacon from the bacon realm is one of the cardinal sins?\u0026quot; She shook her head in disappointment. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re both going to bacon hell.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:10:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496257813,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was happy to receive the food he wanted from Naerie, along with the white, so he would just say to her \u0026quot;Thank you...\u0026quot; and begin eating. Still... after a bit of conversations with the others, Naerie says something that... may be embarrassing to him. At least, others who are being present - such as Eve - may misinterprete Naerie\u0026apos;s blush and \u0026apos;thank you\u0026apos;... But Steph doesn\u0026apos;t know about that, so he doesn\u0026apos;t protest. So he looked at Naerie, patting her back if she was close enough.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Have you considered taking a break? After all, you pretty tired and battered...\u0026quot; he asked from the fox-lady, oblivious to the possibility that Eve may overhear this conversation and completely misinterprete it, taking everything out of context. Ah, the drama that would ensure then. \u0026quot;Maybe I should... talk to her, like you suggested?\u0026quot; he asked from Naerie, referring to the question of talking to Eve, who appeared to be mad at him. \u0026quot;Or should I leave it for now?\u0026quot; he asked for advice.",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:14:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496258066,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith stares up at the sheet of ice, dumbfounded of the images seen in it. When she\u0026apos;s declared to be lost in men, her face flushes with embarrassed heat. \u0026quot;I was going to take it to the forge,\u0026quot; Eve says to Naerie, yet remains rooted in place, watching the reflection of herself. Her keen ears pick up on the comments Stephanus offers to the kitsune. Like he should fear, she does misinterpret them. So he\u0026apos;s moved on, too? \u0026quot;Do I know you?\u0026quot; Is asked of Lulsyls, frowning at her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:19:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496258367,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Naerie waved the threat off. \u0026quot;I will go to other hells already, one more or less...\u0026quot; She looked back at Stephanus. \u0026quot;Normally I would agree, but I like the distraction, the .... thing, yesterday was just because I remembered some things that\u0026apos;s all. Also, this place would burn down if I don\u0026apos;t take care of it.\u0026quot; Of course it wouldn\u0026apos;t but it was mend as a joke anyway. \u0026quot;But maybe I should interact with some of the guests and I mean not as a maid.\u0026quot; She shrugged. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll think about that later as for the thing we talked about yesterday, in the end it\u0026apos;s your buisness, but I would do it now, who knows what happens in a few hours. Or don\u0026apos;t in any case I\u0026apos;ll stay here, someone might need to clean up some broken plates.... or you from the wall.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:21:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496258508,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown dropped the sheet of ice. As it wasn\u0026apos;t much more thick than a piece of paper, the \u0026apos;shards\u0026apos; dissolved almost as soon as they hit the floor. \u0026quot;Oh no! My fly!\u0026quot; She desperately checked the floor, but it, too, had dissolved. \u0026quot;I liked that one. Oh well, plenty more to the north... Eve, do you ever stop hammering in the forge and take a long moment to think about who you are, your place in the world... the people that love you, the people that have loved you... and where they expected you to be? And how, maybe, you could have done better? For yourself? For even Stephanus or Naerie? Gosh, such a heritage, wasted.\u0026quot; She closed her eyes and jiggled about, thinking to herself: \u0026quot;But most of all, Aurora.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Wait a minute, are the throwing him into the wall?\u0026quot; Lulsyls was briefly entertained by this notion: \u0026quot;Who goes first? How are we scoring this?! I\u0026apos;m excited!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:27:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496258853,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori had been drawn up the path to the tavern as if by a memory, though to what Nerida could recall she hadn\u0026apos;t once set foot in the place in her life. The building and the grounds around it possessed to her an eerie familiarity, a sense of nostalgia and yet there was nothing in her mind that she could recall of the place. A sharp pain shot through Nerida\u0026apos;s head, and even with all of her strength and self-possession Nerida was forced to wince and touch at her temple in order to ease the ache. It was this strange reverie which had brought Nerida to this spot, her feet traveling as though they knew the way. The Lady Knight was in something of a state her armour dented and in some places cut through, cloth beneath torn and in need of repair. Her sword rested in it\u0026apos;s scabbard but even that was cut and dented in places, though it was a fine piece of work. The girl headed towards the tavern, her curiosity so strong that it needed sating, a small pack of what had been her belongings slung over her shoulder. When she reached the door, she hesitated a moment before she pushed it open and gingerly stepped inside.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:29:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496258947,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed once again, then looked at Naerie. \u0026quot;I guess I\u0026apos;ll talk to her... after I finished my meal.\u0026quot; he said to the fox-lady, and then continued eating all that he had, downing it all with wine, deliberately trying to speed it up, so he can... talk to Eve before she may make her escape.... But then someone entered the tavern. Someone whom he has already met before, yet did not see before scanning the tavern with his eyes when looking behind. Nerida Talori. A very familiar face, yet he did not know why. In fact, he had to think for a moment why did her face appear so familiar to him, because it bugged him - someone he supposedly never met before, why would she seem so familiar? Then it all came back to him. She was that former barmaid he told Eve and Naerie about! She was the one he described as \u0026apos;that useless and grumpy barmaid who ran away with her rogue lover or something\u0026apos;. His memories of the events surrounding her appearence and disappearence are rather fuzzy, therefore most likely not very accurate.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he turned to Naerie once again. \u0026quot;Wait a moment... that woman... she\u0026apos;s that former barmaid I told you about. The grumpy and useless one, remember?\u0026quot; he whispered to the fox-lady. \u0026quot;It can\u0026apos;t be... why would she make her reappearence?\u0026quot; he asked from the fox, still whispering.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThere goes his original plan of talking to Eve. Nerida unwittingly interrupted it. And he didn\u0026apos;t even finish with his meal yet, thanks to this unwitting interruption.",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:32:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496259172,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith can think of very few that love her, and two in particular that had. \u0026quot;Done better...?\u0026quot; Though she blushes when her heritage is brought up, all color drains from her face at the second name. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EAurora\u003C/span\u003E. It rings through her ears. As shocked as she is, her numb fingertips drop the platter of eggs and food to clatter noisily on the floor beneath her. \u0026quot;W-what?\u0026quot; She stammers, having not said her stolen infant\u0026apos;s name for years. Not to anyone. \u0026quot;How do you know about her?\u0026quot; The panic in her voice turns to urgency. Mothering instincts flare and she rushes across the puddles of eggs and water to try to grab onto the front of Lulsyls\u0026apos; shirt. The ginger\u0026apos;s aim is to hold her in place. \u0026quot;Where\u0026apos;s Aurora?\u0026quot; She half shouts, hopeful, yet panicking.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:39:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496259583,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Naerie shrugged as he asked her why a stranger would come to this place. \u0026quot;Who knows, maybe she want\u0026apos;s to kill the owner, or it might not been as bad as you think it was. But I must say, this is quite the dilemma for you. On one side, there is the dilemma with your relationship, if we want to call it that, on the other hand there is a strange girl that somehow means something to you. I think you understand now why I said there is no true love and mortals are easily distracted.\u0026quot; She grins, knowing how rude she is.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;My advice. Talk to Eve first or she might get ideas when you go to that women first. She does look like she is a bit... confused?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:39:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496259590,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori did indeed look confused, and that sharp, stabbing pain she could feel in her head was getting worse. It had been a long journey from her last battle, and a tiresome campaign to begin with, so her headaches were easily dismissed by her dehydration and exhaustion. She had taken no more than a few, tentative steps as she walked across the floor and towards the bar, but her thoughts were soon distracted by the clattering of a plate and the raised voice of a woman concerned. Immediately her hand went to her sword, but she did not involve herself immediately. She simply stood ready, and waited to see how the events before her would unfold. It could not have come at a worse time, Nerida was desperately craving rest and nourishment, and yet she could not let down her guard lest it ill serve her and she need to use the weapon she kept ready.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:46:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260011,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown \u0026apos;s colorful, bright outfit is held. \u0026quot;Whee!\u0026quot; She waggles about, swinging gently as Eve held onto her. \u0026quot;I know! Let\u0026apos;s play a game! Let\u0026apos;s start with some interesting facts that you may not have known. Did you know that demons cannot die, but are instead vanquished to another realm, for eternity - or until they are invoked or escape into different existences? I found that very intriguing.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ELulsyls had never stopped smiling, from the moment she entered until now. A flat-chested, curious clown. With a silly hat. \u0026quot;So, maybe, somehow, there\u0026apos;s a possibility... that in a different place, she will be outliving you. Boy, what a wretched existence. To only feel joy from mayhem, murder, slaughter, and other synonyms for \u0026apos;killing things\u0026apos;. I kind of feel sorry for her. Oh. Oh, it seems... it seems Naerie is suggesting that Stephanus should talk to you. You might want to pay attention to him for a minute.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:48:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260100,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed and nodded to the fox-lady, before scanning the tavern once again. \u0026quot;H-hey, I didn\u0026apos;t imply that I had anything to do with her...\u0026quot; he responded to Naerie. Did she just simply that Stephanus formerly had a relationship with Nerida? He already said to her all he knew about her - that she was that barmaid who never serviced him, but instead would constantly be grumpy, be angry at him for no reason, forcing Aetharis to service him instead. Anyway... \u0026quot;I guess you are right. I\u0026apos;mma go talk to her... and if something happens, make sure to have a broom ready. In the mean time... why don\u0026apos;cha greet our newest guest?\u0026quot; - he said finally to the fox-lady referring to that maybe she should go over and greet Nerida.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EIn the mean time, he stood up, and started going towards the place where Eve was sitting at. He had his hand on the scabbard on his belt that contained his sword. Unlike the seemingly heavily armoured Nerida, he was not wearing much of armour today - only a gambeson, which he deemed enough in civilian situations. He sighed, and wanted to facepalm, as he was unsure if it was really wise to go over to Eve to talk to her, part of him thinking that he is making a big mistake.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Uhm, Eve...\u0026quot; he would just say, not knowing how to start a conversation properly. This must earn him a huge slap. Or a \u0026apos;get lost\u0026apos; that he always talks about.",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:52:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260350,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown \u0026quot;I told you. I can basically predict the future.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:58:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260699,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith keeps her white knuckled grip coiled in the clown\u0026apos;s clothes. Her arms lift with enough strength to likely dangle the clown just an inch or two over the ground all in an unconscious gesture to intimidate. Eve drinks in every word, her eyes widening with horror as they look back and forth between the clown\u0026apos;s gaze, trying to determine any falseness in the being\u0026apos;s eyes. She ignores talk of Stephanus, and even the man himself when he comes up. As always, Eve doesn\u0026apos;t have a lick of armor on her, only the usual garb of a huntress. Green shirt, leather boots, black pants - boring stuff. \u0026quot;Where is she?\u0026quot; Eve asks again, drawing in a slow breath. \u0026quot;Please.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:58:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260705,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Naerie saw in what shape the women was in and poured a large glass of water for her and putting one of her herb bags next to it. \u0026quot;You there, sit and drink and chew on this. You look even worse than I did this morning.\u0026quot; If she accepted the offer was up to her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe looked after Stephanus as he walked over to Eve. She was curious how it would go down. Even though she was against true love, she gave him some good advice. In the end it was his choice how to deal with it.\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe fox looked back at the new guest and checked if she accepted the offer. From time to time she even looked towards the clown. Naerie would appreciate it if said clown would not disturb the other two, so she tried to lure her over with the promise of a card game, in wich she would cheat.",               "date": "2017-05-31T21:59:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260743,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown was clothed in only the finest of clown armors, complete with... pouches, filled with cards and stuff. \u0026quot;Wow, see, this is what I was talking about. You need to work on being a better person. Stephanus came over here to talk to you, and you\u0026apos;re busy yelling at a clown. For the first part of our game, you\u0026apos;ll need to put a smile on Stephanus\u0026apos; face. A genuine one.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:00:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260820,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown dangled inches in the air. Despite this strangling her by the neck, she otherwise seems fine... Lulsyls was the kind of idiot that probably had this happen on a daily basis.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:01:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496260865,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori released her sword only when she saw Stephanus approach the two in his gambeson, another amongst their number at least dressed for the potential of combat if nothing else. Her eyes remained vigilantly glued to the situation at hand, the Knight herself barely moving until Naerie snapped her from her reverie with the offer of eater and a bag of what Nerida assumed to be herbs. Taken aback by Naerie\u0026apos;s approach Nerida could do nothing other than sit herself down as she\u0026apos;d been instructed to and take a long drink from the water she\u0026apos;d been offered. Not needing to be asked twice Nerida drank down the water in long, audible gulps, and after sniffing at the herbs suspiciously she complied in that as well. If the barmaid was unperturbed by the situation then there was no need for Nerida to concern herself with it over much either, and so with a \u0026quot;Thank you\u0026quot; to Naerie, Nerida continued to watch the situation unfold.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:07:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496261257,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Naerie smiled towards the new guest and refilled her glass of water every time while also preparing some food for her. Just a wide varaity. \u0026quot;May I ask where you are from? You look exhausted. Did you have a long journey?\u0026quot; She wanted to ask if that what Stephanus told her was true, but she held back for now, giving the women time to recover. She herself had one hear towards her new customer, while the other was set to listen to Eve and Steph.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:13:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496261589,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did make a mistake. Eve completely ignored him! He did not know what to do... should he be stubborn enough to try to talk to her? Or just... No. She seems to be preoccupied with something else, but he... He just continues to stand in there. While he certainly feels tempted to talk to Nerida, and ask her just what in Titanius\u0026apos;s name is she doing here after all the events that surrounded her in the tavern... he has no such opportunities now. Or he actually does, he just doesn\u0026apos;t use them, as he wants to talk to Eve first.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he coughed and deliberately put his hand onto the shoulder of the woman he slept with last time, the woman who was now busy yelling at a clown. \u0026quot;Excuse me...\u0026quot; he said with a voice deeper than his normal one, deliberately trying to get attention from Eve. If she ignores him once again, he will just shrug and say \u0026apos;That\u0026apos;s it\u0026apos; and move towards the place where Nerida is sitting near, as he is curious about her. But if Eve actually bothers to respond to him, he stays, and asks a question... \u0026apos;What got into you?\u0026apos;.",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:13:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496261599,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith releases the clown from her grasp, letting Lulsyls drop the inch or two back down to the ground and deal with the wrinkles in her clothes. Of all people, why\u0026apos;d she have to put a smile on \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ehis\u003C/span\u003E face? Stephanus\u0026apos; hand lands on her shoulder and the deep voice serves to gain some attention. Eve turns a bit more quickly than normal and glances up at him. Oh what a confusing day... her eyes seem to be filled with just about every emotion, though easily dominated by confusion. \u0026quot;You got into me, Steph. Or was I not memorable enough?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:17:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496261843,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown smiled. \u0026quot;If my estimate is anything to go by, this could take until three moons from now. I\u0026apos;ll allow happy sex smiles, if you really don\u0026apos;t have any good jokes at your disposal. I\u0026apos;ll still need to see it. Just say my name three times in a dark room in front of a mirror with a candle lit and a noose hanging from the ceiling if you need me.\u0026quot; Thus, Lulsyls began to prance towards the door, her smile greater than when she had entered. It was fun to torture Eve.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:20:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496262017,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori quickly recognised that perhaps the commotion she bore witness to was a lovers quarrel, and with a brief, knowing glance at Naerie she quickly averted her eyes and her posture to face away from that which was taking place not far from them. It was much safer for the girl to simply answer Naerie\u0026apos;s questions, and let the clown, the swordsman and the huntress iron out their differences in peace. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m from Asui,\u0026quot; she stated with more than a little pride in her tone. \u0026quot;A former Knight of the empire, though now I\u0026apos;ve taken to selling my sword. Thank you for the water and herbs, kind Lady. As you can see my last battle was truly quite a distance from here. I seem to have ended up at the place quite by accident.. and perhaps at a most inopportune time.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:23:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496262211,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Naerie never heard of a place called Asui and there were to many empires that rose and fell. \u0026quot;Nice to meet you. My name is Naerie. If you need anything just let me know. And just between us.\u0026quot; She lowered her voice. \u0026quot;The man other there, says he knows you, or someone who looks just like you. So don\u0026apos;t be surprised if he acts.... strange towards you. It\u0026apos;s none of my buisnes so that\u0026apos;s why I listen... I mean, keep my distance. Anyway... What brings you here this place is, lets say, unique in some ways.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:28:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496262517,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed at Eve\u0026apos;s assertion. Part of him was tempted to wink and ask \u0026apos;Are you implying that you don\u0026apos;t want to go for a third round?\u0026apos;, but instead of going through with that... \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t tell me that you are going to let go of me that easily, Eve... Who\u0026apos;se gonna get Byrce off your back?\u0026quot; he asked Eve, referring to the part where she said to him - most likely jokingly - that they should do \u0026apos;it\u0026apos; in the middle of the tavern in front of Byrce to make him cease chasing Eve. \u0026quot;You know that I\u0026apos;m not letting you off the hook that easily, Eve... not unless you say the magic word...s.\u0026quot; he finished the sentence awkwardly, effectively saying that he needs closure - he knows to know whether he and Eve are lovers or not, whether there are strings attached or not.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I have to know. Yes, or no?\u0026quot; he asked Eve.",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:30:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496262627,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis cooking something up, what ever it was, it wasn\u0026apos;t normally done so much as the thickness of the aroma was filling the tavern. Even no one knew he was in here, or even suspected him of doing something like this. More so there was a hint of something sweat happening. Or maybe it was just normal as most would have been around when large portions of food was made. Still this would have surprised them completely about the day\u0026apos;s meal. Or was it something more, as he did sneak past every one in the commotion of the problems going on, only now at the heat also rolled out from between the spaces between the door of the kitchen, almost felt as if the tavern was catching fire. Wasn\u0026apos;t too concerned about that as it was really hot in there from all the baking and cooking of many things.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:37:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263038,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hears Lulsyls\u0026apos; words....but never caught a name! She feels her mind stretched out in two places. One to her lost infant and the other towards the man in front of her. It takes several second for her attention to focus mostly on him. When it does, she sighs at the words echoing in her skull. \u0026quot;....I - really, here? In the middle of the tavern? That\u0026apos;s where you want talk about this, Steph?\u0026quot; Her words are pained. If this is the spot where he insists, she\u0026apos;ll carry on. \u0026quot;I want to be with someone who loves \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eme\u003C/span\u003E. For my humor, my uniqueness, who I cherish in return.\u0026quot; And then Aetharis enters, making her face red for whatever reason, \u0026quot;we were a mistake, Steph. You see me as a collection of lovable holes, not for my personality or anything else.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:38:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263087,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith redden\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-05-31T22:39:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263155,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs at Eve\u0026apos;s words. His mentioning of Byrce was just a joke, he did not intend for it to be serious. But nevertheless, he had to nod. They were a mistake. \u0026quot;Very well... So be it, Smith.\u0026quot; he said, taking his sight of Eve for a moment... before surprising her by actually getting closer to whisper to her ear, while discretely pointing to the table where Nerida is sitting right now.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Remember the maid I mentioned before? The useless and grumpy one? She\u0026apos;s here. I have no idea why she would reappear...\u0026quot; he whispered to Eve\u0026apos;s ears, then stood back, abandoning Eve for real this time, unless she did anything to stop him. If Eve did nothing to stop him, he would make his way back to where he originally set at, only to remember that he intended to talk to Nerida, so he would stand up once again, and walk to the place where he would find Nerida and Naerie...",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:43:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263399,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori repeated the girls name at her with a gentle smile, trying to get the pronunciation just right so that she wouldn\u0026apos;t completely butcher the name. Fortunately for Nerida this was not hard. \u0026quot;Naerie...\u0026quot; she said softly. \u0026quot;I am Nerida of the Clan Talori. It is a pleasant honour to make your acquaintance.\u0026quot; The girl took another sip of the water, the herbs refreshing and somehow at the same time calming her misgivings. They did little to calm her, however, when Naerie informed her that somehow she was known to Stephanus. The colour almost literally drained from the little Knight\u0026apos;s face as she looked over to the two people buried deep in their discussion. Another sharp pain in her mind caused her to wince, but she had no recollection of ever seeing him before in her life, no matter how she studied his face. Had her past caught up with her? She would need to be on her guard around him. \u0026quot;I... I do not know him, but I am sure he is quite mistaken and more than likely mistakes me for someone else. Thank you, however. I shall endeavor to discover his reasons. To be honest, my feet carried me here when I meant to walk elsewhere. I am full glad to see that it is a tavern I have stumbled across though. Rest and a bath would be pleasant.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:44:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263441,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith still thinks of the paladin as a friend. She rolls her eyes at his whisper and point. \u0026quot;Just fuck her, already,\u0026quot; she whispers back. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re obsessed!\u0026quot; And with the conversation done, she turns away and goes back to the forge.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:49:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263746,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis waited a little more for the bread to finish up. After that he would kill the fire and open the window\u0026apos;s in the kitchen to let the heat escape and it wasn\u0026apos;t long before the man walked out of the kitchen with two large silver platter\u0026apos;s of food. Walking over to the bar\u0026apos;s counter and setting them down. \u0026quot; Well, today is a day for a grand meal, do eat to your heart\u0026apos;s content. \u0026quot; At first he seemed to be a little active, but hadn\u0026apos;t seen all who was there, even as he walked back into the kitchen fetching more food and bringing it out, only when it was done there was assortment of cakes, meat\u0026apos;s, fruit\u0026apos;s and vegetables. All cooked, even drinks were present. Turning around and seen Nerida and smile a little, though acted as if he didn\u0026apos;t know anything for now. Only that he merely presented the food. Even seen steph by them. Still didn\u0026apos;t do much, was it a act or maybe it was true, only a mystery to know what might happen in the near future. \u0026quot; Ladies and gentlemen, time for a feast! \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:52:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496263973,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Naerie had listened to Stephanus and Eve\u0026apos;s conversation and knew that the knight would probably need something strong right now, so she already pulled out the strongest the tavern had to offer and placed it in front a seat, wich was still 2 chairs away from Nerida.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;A bath and a bed? Sure.\u0026quot; She came very very close to her ear and wispered. \u0026quot;A word of advice, the owner is a perv. And tries to sleep with the guests, so you might want to look out for that.\u0026quot; She leaned back and described her the way to the baths aswell to a free room. \u0026quot;Oh and don\u0026apos;t worry about payment, we can clear that later, you need rest.\u0026quot; She smiled at Nerida and jumped a bit as her boss stood next to her. She was so focused on the 2 conversations that she did not notice him appreaching. Some day she would prove that he was indeed an incubus...\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer eyes were set on Stephanus however.",               "date": "2017-05-31T22:57:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496264241,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not really need anything strong right now, but nevertheless welcomed the addition, and begin drinking.... even though it was not his original intention. Then he remembered - he wants to talk to this Nerida girl. So he went to her and Naerie this time.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe looked at Nerida with raised eyebrows. He did not know her name, but he knew he had seen her before. After all, she was that barmaid he kept describing to people all the time. \u0026quot;You... what are you doing here again? I thought you wanted to be away from here as far as possible...\u0026quot; he said to Nerida completely out of blue, then looking at Naerie. \u0026quot;Ah yes, she\u0026apos;s the one I mentioned.\u0026quot; he said to the fox-lady.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;B-but I thought you...\u0026quot; he looked at Nerida again, noticing the lack of a collar. Ah yes, it got cut. If she doesn\u0026apos;t react to him with anger and doesn\u0026apos;t run away from him or anything like that, he is going to be well-surprised, and raise his eyebrows even higher.",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:02:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496264575,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori looked up at Stephanus with a kind, but neutral expression on her face, her eyes taking in his features and yet still remembering nothing. He must have her mistaken for someone else, she decided, for there was simply no way that their paths had ever crossed before, at least not in Nerida\u0026apos;s lifetime. \u0026quot;Forgive me, swordsman,\u0026quot; she said in those same, educated tones, though this time there was no sharp anger or cutting words behind them, \u0026quot;but I have never before been to this place, and you are not known to me. Pray, what is your name?\u0026quot; Those sharp pains were becoming more and more difficult to bear, and in spite of herself Naerie\u0026apos;s kind warning was still playing on Nerida\u0026apos;s mind. The proprietor was a pervert? If that was the case she wouldn\u0026apos;t encourage him by looking at him, and only gave him a nod of thanks and a few words of \u0026quot;Most kind, Sir, thank you.\u0026quot; when he presented them with the food. The two women here at least had their wits about them, but she might need to explain to the swordsman that she was obviously not who he thought she was.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:12:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496265148,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis worked around but left them all before bringing each one a drink and thought maybe a small meal, something to give them to eat. Didn\u0026apos;t take long for him to give Naerie, Stephanus and Nerida some food. Decent portions, all of which would provide a boost energy for a while. Wasn\u0026apos;t long before he walked away and looked back at them all but he merely walked over to a closet which never been opened and slightly opened it. How ever this might have been a fool thing to do, still something about this whole time. Even the way he was acting might have been strange. Still he would leave them be by making a small visit to Eve.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:14:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496265293,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Naerie did not thought that anything could be wrong with the food nor the drink and she was hungry, so she began to eat, while observing Stephanus and Nerida. She knew that this would be weird. One who thinks he knows her, while the other either doesn\u0026apos;t remember, or really doesn\u0026apos;t know him. \u0026quot;Stephanus.\u0026quot; She waved him closer. \u0026quot;I already warned her about the.... habits of the owner, leave her be for now she is exhausted and it looks like she has a bad headache. I\u0026apos;m sure you can ask her these kind of questions later when she recovered.\u0026quot; She only mend it well, mostly for the woman. Getting barraged with questions, when one had such a headache was not the best thing. The plate was emptied quite fast. She was just about to thank Aetharis for the meal, but he was nowhere to be seen.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:20:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496265635,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at Naerie before even looking at the fine. \u0026quot;Very well, I will not bother her with those then...\u0026quot; he sighed then looked at Nerida, introducing himself. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Tavilrond, Stephanus Tavilrond. I do not know your name, but I recognize your face... but as Naerie said, given your condition, it would be probably for the best if we discussed that later, after you have had a rest...\u0026quot; he said to Nerida.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he looked at the food Aetharis laid before him. Something told him that this was suspicious. Like the elf wanted to poison them or something, so he hesitated actually eating... for a few moments, then he gave into the temptation and did what everyone else did - eat what was on the plate. Then looked at Naerie...\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well... guess I\u0026apos;ll be paying you again in the future.\u0026quot; he tried to make the lame joking, referring to the \u0026apos;luck\u0026apos; he had with Eve and the fact that as a consequence of that, he will be making use of Naerie\u0026apos;s services again. That was arguably the only chance he had after that. He took some glances at Nerida, but knew - a paladin like him likely wouldn\u0026apos;t be receptive to such advances. He may have grown too worldly, having been constantly among civilians.",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:25:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496265928,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori remained entirely unaware of the eyes on her, either from Stephanus or Aetharis as she broke off a little bread to dip in oil and vinegar. She needed simple fare, something that would fill her but wouldn\u0026apos;t exhaust her body to digest, and the spread Aetharis had offered them was perfect. As everyone gathered to eat, in spite of how considerate Naerie was being in asking Stephanus to leave such questions, she still felt as though she owed them some explanation. \u0026quot;Forgive me, my name is Nerida of the clan Talori. Your kind Lady server here is right; I have traveled some way to get here and I am still exhausted from battle. I do not mean to be rude, Mister Tavilrond, Mr Proprietor, but it is as Naerie says, I must attend to myself before I can attend to decent conversation and my plans for the future. I do hope you understand.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:34:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496266479,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Naerie was grateful that he agreed to her suggestion. Happily she patted her stomach, wich was filled with tasty food, and drinks from the cup that was put in front of her as well, before she puts her attention on the two guests again. \u0026quot;You make it sound like I\u0026apos;m a necessary evil.\u0026quot; She smiled however knowing he didn\u0026apos;t mend it that way. \u0026quot;And here I was about to offer you something special to pick you up.\u0026quot; She pokes out her tongue at him. Now that she thought about it, her boss was way more around since Eve and the other women came her, most likely because he was after them. The fox did began to wonder why he did not try anything on her, maybe fox was not his thing. On one hand it was probably good, considering the rumors that went around, on the other hand, it annoyed her that a man had no interrest in her.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:40:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496266811,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis wasn\u0026apos;t long before he returned and smiled shaking his head and when he looked at Nerida he pulled a key out of his pocket and smiled. \u0026quot; Well miss, then this key right here will be your\u0026apos;s, no need to worry about charge, you are exhausted and well, a lady needs her rest. \u0026quot; Looked at both Naerie and Stephanus, some how there was a slight shadowy figure creeping out from behind him staring at both of them. But he sighed and smiled before long looked back at Nerida, \u0026quot; Well I must rest for now and do hope you all get along, though if you need anything do ask or something is wrong just inform the maid\u0026apos;s or leave a message. But do enjoy your retur.....enjoy your self Nerida. \u0026quot; With that he would turn and shake his head. \u0026quot; Dammit the closet is open again, something special and very important is in there. \u0026quot; Looking back at them and gave a slight bow. \u0026quot; I must retire, as for the rest of the day will be unavailable. \u0026quot; With that he would have left there table and went to his room.\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:41:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496266888,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughed at Naerie\u0026apos;s suggestion that she was being a necessary evil. \u0026quot;Who said you weren... just kidding, just kidding.\u0026quot; he laughed, even though Nerida was still there to eyewitness and earwitness all of the conversation. Not exactly the position to be in - being a male paladin and having a conversation with a prostitute about making use of her services, with a female paladin being eyewitness and earwitness to that conversation. A very compromising position. But at this point, the milk was already spilled.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I do not mind it at all, my lady. It will be for the best that thou take a rest and clear thy head.\u0026quot; all he said to Nerida. He overheard Aetharis recognizing Nerida\u0026apos;s name. Yes. It was definitely her. If Aetharis knew her name, then that was definitely her. He will have to inform her as soon as possible... but it still has to wait. So he turned his attention back to Naerie. His expression said it all: it is definitely her. Nerida is definitely the one he has been talking about. His silent expression is just saying it to Naerie: Aetharis knows her name, so it must be her. But he says nothing. Only something entirely unrelated, rather awkwardly...\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose we should escort Lady Talori to her room, so she may have a rest. Then we may have a conversation on the subjects we previously had, right?\u0026quot; he asked Naerie, winking at her - by subject, he meant both the subject of Nerida, and the subject of her services. Naerie\u0026apos;s services, that is.",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:48:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496267286,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori picked at a little more food, trying not to let the conversation make too much of an impression on her mind. It was not unheard of for Paladin\u0026apos;s to make use of women, forsaking their vows for a girl that they loved or taking women as prizes of war. Had she been feeling less exhausted then perhaps Nerida would have inquired after the arrangement between the two of them, but as things stood the girl decided that it was none of her business. She drained her water once again, and took the key that Aetharis had given her with a smile before she finally looked up into his face. Almost immediately a searing, impossible pain tore through her head and Nerida was forced to whimper and rest her head in her hands. It must have seemed so rude, she thought, but the moment her eyes met that of the Elf then Nerida\u0026apos;s headaches became more intense and took over her thoughts. \u0026quot;F-Forgive me..\u0026quot; she said softly. \u0026quot;I must away, perhaps I am not well.\u0026quot; she mentioned, taking to her feet and determinedly walking her way from the bar. \u0026quot;Thank you for your kindness. I shall do my utmost not to disturb you.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T23:56:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496267785,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Naerie felt her tail hair beginning to stand up, wich made her tail bigger and also way more fluffy. Something was weird, but she wasn\u0026apos;t able to pinpoint it. Stephanus was right, she had to take care of the women first, who just seemed to have another headache attack. \u0026quot;I can-\u0026quot; She did not finish her sentence and just looked after Nerida as she left the tavern. \u0026quot;Well. I give you that, something is odd.\u0026quot; She leaned against the wall and sighed. \u0026quot;I think I\u0026apos;ll have to talk with Aetharis about some things, cause this is just bad. How am I supposed to work if he screws around with everyone. Urgh... But yea, lets talk somewhere else.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:01:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496181669,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just nodded to everything Nerida and Naerie said, standing up and waiting... after all, he has little else to do. As his presence was not requested, That is, unless it would be requested that he helps Naerie accompany Nerida to wherever she wanted to go - whether it\u0026apos;s her room, or the exit of the tavern. If Naerie even decides to accompany Nerida to begin with, who seems to be gravitating away from the bar.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EEither way, once Nerida is out of the picture, he can turn back to Naerie. \u0026quot;Tell me about it...\u0026quot; he replies to Naerie, assuming that she was talking to him, then following her to the place, where they may have this private conversation she wanted to have... assuming that she was talking to him.",               "date": "2017-05-31T00:06:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496181961,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. máj. 31., szerda, 20:18:49"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Naerie slowly wakes up the next morning, her hair is a mess, but she remembers what she was doing. Her hand searches for someone else, wondering if he was still there or snuck away like quite a few other men.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:04:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496333078,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was still here. In fact, he was still sleeping, albeit silently. He was not a very loud sleeper. He too had a rather messy hair, which is only natural, given its length. He would sleep for only a little bit more than his beloved fox-lady, slowly starting to wake up afterwards... unless she decided to pin him down.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:06:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496333192,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie smiled as she saw that he was still here. Slowly she pushed herself on top of him. She pushed her upper body up, taking a good look at him while he was sleeping, before she layed back down on him and began to kiss his throat softly to wake him up. Her soft breasts pressed against his well trained chest.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:09:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496333350,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was immediately woken up fully by a kiss on his throat, and the press of those beautiful pillows against his chest. He immediately took his hand onto Naerie\u0026apos;s back, and looked at her, trying to kiss her on the lips as soon as he could. If she was in the correct position to do that, he would take his hands onto her butt, slap a little and then rub, while being unable to resist the temptation to once again tongue-kiss the fox-lady.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:11:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496333487,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie giggled as she was pulled a bit higher and granted him the tongue kiss he asked for. She squirmed as he slapped her ass, it seemed like she liked that quite a bit. Her leg rubbed against his \u0026quot;long-sword\u0026quot; mostly to tease him. \u0026quot;Did you sleep well?\u0026quot; She wispered between the kisses. Her hand softly brushes his cheek.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:14:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496333688,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - instead of replying to her question in actual words, or even just a \u0026apos;yes\u0026apos; - just replied with a hum. \u0026quot;Mhhh-uhh...\u0026quot; which means yes. Then the kiss continued, and so did his rubbing of her butt, while he couldn\u0026apos;t help but to groan a bit at the teasing. She sure lliked using her legs and feet to tease that part of his. Maybe a fetish of her?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he would try to make them roll, so he can be on top of her. If she allowed it to happen, that is.",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:17:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496333826,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie smiled as he hummed an answere. Happily she moaned into the kiss. It wasn\u0026apos;t nescessarily a fetish of her, but it was just easier to do this with her leg right now. However, she did pleased some others with her legs and feet. She laughed as she was tossed around and suddenly below him. With a submissive look on her face she waited what he had planned now.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:23:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496334192,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not plan for anything, but nevertheless... decided to hand her the usual package. The \u0026apos;longsword\u0026apos;. And now that he was above her, he was ready to give it to her, operate his battering ram to batter her gates, all while kissing her once again, just like yesterday. In fact, the whole experience may feel like yesterday, except that instead of ending the day with it, he starts the day with it.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:25:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496334334,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie could feel him pressing against her already. She did take him yesterday before she was ready but that doesn\u0026apos;t mean she will do this every time. She pushes herself a bit further below so his first pushes only grind against her lips instead of entering her. She moeans and closes her eyes, pressing her body against his even more and moves her hip against his. It doesn\u0026apos;t take long for her to get wet from it at wich point she helps him to push inside of her. Making her moan louder than before.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:29:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496334566,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was eagier, as usual. Eager to please, eager to please himself. Hence why he began going into her as soon as he could, not noticing what she did, not noticing how she first prevented him from going inside her, only to let him in a bit later. And the familiar symptoms show up once again - she is wet, all lubricated, all letting him go inside her with ease. After that, it\u0026apos;s the same thing all over again - slapping sounds, And her moaning. And him quietly groaning. Off course, the latter two are all muffled, as he kept his mouth over hers, even though he neglected the kiss while going inside her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:32:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496334753,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie loves morning sex. And him penetrating her feels soo good. Soon she puts her legs around his hip, allowing him again to work her easier. Her muffled moans fill the room, while her hands hold onto him, clearly showing, that she won\u0026apos;t let him go. The smacking of them is music to her ears. Her tongue plays wit his, she even teases him as she sucks on it and nibbles on his lip. Her breasts bounce back and forth from him pushing against her. The longer he continues the more enthusiastic she gets, grabbing his hair and forcing him to kiss her. It\u0026apos;s not like Stephanus was ever the one to break a kiss. Soon she begins to grunt when a moan is no longer sufficent to express her lust.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:39:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496335155,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond definitely plays into the game - he continues to ram into her deep with much lust, much tempo, much love. His feels aroused by the bouncing of her beautiful, firm breasts. He is filled with even more lust as she moans against him and kisses him. He does not need to be forced to kiss her - he eagerly does it. He eagerly kisses Naerie while keeping going into her, his hands being at just the right place. And as the moan is no longer sufficent for her to express her opinion of the events going on... He begins to reach the top of the mountain. With one more push, the volcano once again erupts, shooting forward an array of transparent, slimy pidgeons into the fox-lady\u0026apos;s cave of wonders. But the snake does not abandon the cave, not yet. It remains there, even after spitting.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:43:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496335412,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie is driven mad by his body slaping against hers, her hands wand over his back while her body squirms below his. She comes at almost the same moment as he does. Her wet inners contract around his hard shaft. His hot seed feels soooo good as it floods deep into her. Even if he stops after that, she keeps on moving for a bit longer, stimulating her sensitiv parts, before she relaxes. Long and soft moans fill his mouth and her touches become tamer as well. The fact that he still stays inside of her pleases the fox and she grabs his butt to massage it as a means of gratitude.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:50:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496335859,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond feels rather lazy after having erupted inside her womb, pleased by the bit of butt massage she has given him. He makes a sigh-moan sound, and just keeps his lips on hers, for a while, only gradually breaking the kiss, slowly. \u0026quot;I love you.\u0026quot; he utters, if not moans the dreaded three-word-sentence, with a heavy breath. He does not want to let go of her, even though it is the morning, and arguably a time for them to get ready. Nevertheless, he keeps himself inside her, for as long as she desires it. He is not in hurry to anywhere.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:53:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496336034,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie smiles into the kiss and after he breaks it. \u0026quot;I like you too.\u0026quot; She has come to terms with him, having an affection for her, still she is not one who says those three words easy. He would be more sucessful in opening AND closing pandoras box without letting anything escape.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe notices that he still stays inside of her and moves her hip every now and then, tho make him stir inside of her.",               "date": "2017-06-01T18:57:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496336220,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond still does not leave Naerie\u0026apos;s insides. Instead, he pulls her into another kiss, albeit this time only a lips-kiss, not a tongue-kiss. Then he goes for a kiss on Naerie\u0026apos;s neck, and then on her left nipple. Afterwards, he finally pulls out of her and lands right next to her, only to lean close to her and peck yet another kiss onto her lips. He felt tempted to repeat the same sentence again, but does not do so - instead only looks at the fox-lady with an endearing expression.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:00:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496336423,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie closes her eyes and enjoys how he worships her body. When he tries to pull out she hinders him a bit, slowing him down, but not stopping. She bites her lip due to the feeling. \u0026quot;Mmm~ yes....\u0026quot; She looks at him, clearly pleased. \u0026quot;So, which sex is better? The one with the barmaid or the one with the women of the wilds?\u0026quot; She gigles and moves close to him as he lays next to her. Her own body lays halfway on top of his, easily able to exchange kisses.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:05:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496336715,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shakes his head a little at her question. \u0026quot;Does it make a difference?\u0026quot; he asks, laughing. given how it is the same person. \u0026quot;But I would say, the woman of the wilds...\u0026quot; he says, trying to complement the \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ereal\u003C/span\u003E Naerie, rather than the one he has to pay for. He kisses her lips once again, and begins rubbing her cheek, feeling tempted to ask many questions... yet none of them come to his mouth. He wants to ask, if she would give up on her crusade against happy couples if he became her lover... and he also wants to ask, if she would become his lover. Yet he does not ask them. Instead, he just keeps kissing her, and rubbing her cheek.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:07:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496336879,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie pinches his cheek. \u0026quot;Good answer you deserve a treat.\u0026quot; She gave him a kiss on his lips. Aside from her grudge against true love, she was a nice person. Most of the time. And even if he asked he, she would give him an answer without judging or getting mad. She knew that he wanted her at his side. Truth be told. She had no problem to be his friend, maybe even girlfriend, as long as he accepted two things. She would not be chained by any bonds and second still deny that she felt love. Affection? Yes certainly, why else would she do what she did this morning? She didn\u0026apos;t only enjoy sex as a thing, like drinking. This morning was clearly a sign that she liked him, alot. But she did not love him.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:14:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496337291,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond this time kept his lips on Naerie\u0026apos;s, enlonging the kiss. He just accepted the way things are, the fact that Naerie is the one he can turn to when ever he feels down, even if she denies loving him. After the kiss, he just goes on to kiss her neck, and then slowly begin to stretch himself out, yawning. The day has only just began, and has been already made bright. Very bright. Without any words, he would try getting himself up from the bed, which was a lot harder than he imagined - it was almost as if he was bound to a bed with an invisible chain, a powerful force holding him back, much struggle. So far, the bed appears to be winning, therefore, he will not stand up from it just yet. Instead, turn towards Naerie once again, and give her a kiss on her nose.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:19:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496337587,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie closes her eyes during the kiss and opened them as she felt him trying to get up. She giggled. \u0026quot;Problems old man?\u0026quot; She herself sat up, but stayed in bed. Her breasts hanging very inviting in Stephanus reach. \u0026quot;Steph. What exactly makes you think you love me? So far this and yesterday were the only times you saw me in private.\u0026quot; She looked serious but not mad at all. \u0026quot;Currently you can\u0026apos;t really see more in me than... How did Eve put it, a loveable pile of holes to fuck.\u0026quot; She had to laugh. \u0026quot;Wich doesn\u0026apos;t bother me, don\u0026apos;t worry. But how can you love someone like me who admitted that she enjoys it to break other lovers? We can be friends, wich I think we already are. We can have all the fun in the world and I will have your back anytime, but I\u0026apos;m not ment to fall in love. I won\u0026apos;t try to discourage you anymore, but whenever you say you love me, all I will say I like you. And I will keep sleeping with other men, women and if it happens beasts and monsters. Are you okay with it?\u0026quot; She hoped he was, it was not easy to accept that he had some right\u0026apos;s to her but did not own her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:34:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496338464,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond semed to be \u0026apos;stuck\u0026apos;... at least, tied to the bed by an invisible rope, that wasn\u0026apos;t just invisible, but in fact imaginary. An imaginary force preventing him from getting up. Then came the fox lady\u0026apos;s hard questions.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know... I guess the fact that my heart pounds heavily when you are around?\u0026quot; he asked the rhetorical question about love. \u0026quot;What I see in you is more than a collection of loveable holes... I see someone who appears to accept me for who I am, rather than telling me to get lost. Remember when you said, that I effectively treat a desperate woman who claims to be attracted to me like a stray cat in need of shelter and rescue, convincing myself that I love her out of a sense of duty? Turns out, it goes the other way around too... Someone who accepts me, and treats me like this will have a bite of my heart... Besides, you are drop-dead gorgeous, you are sweet to me, and you seem to accept me. How could I not have a crush on you?\u0026quot; he explained. Then came the hard subject. The fact that she sleeps with other people too.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know... I guess I\u0026apos;m okay with it, after all, we\u0026apos;re not lovers... even if I would love it if we were.\u0026quot; then came his retortion about her insistance on polygamy, his reasoning on why he insists on monogamy. \u0026quot;... but say... if you were to catch me, witness me sleeping with another woman, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, proclaiming my love for her... would you get jealous? Would you feel bad? And if I pledged myself to a woman and put a ring on her finger... how would you feel?\u0026quot; he asked, effectively returning her armour-piercing question.",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:42:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496338926,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie reached back to him and stroke slowly over his body to make him feel a bit better after her rather cold hearted questions. \u0026quot;The fact that I accept you for who you are is nothing more than manners. You can\u0026apos;t change your shape like I do.\u0026quot; And her hair turned into a fiery red and then back again. \u0026quot;The only thing I could judge you for is your view on the world wich is, from my point of things, to good hearted. But that is who you are. I value you for you standarts and way of thinking. I mean people told me that I\u0026apos;m a monster and deranged. Well they are right, but you don\u0026apos;t care about it wich makes me happy.\u0026quot; She smiles at him\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Would I be jealous... Hmm maybe, but not out of love. More like I have one less thing to have fun with. And if you\u0026apos;d put a ring on her finger, I would call you a fool and a moron, but in private.\u0026quot; She sighs deeply. \u0026quot;But you are a friend and I wouldn\u0026apos;t try to ruin your bond.\u0026quot; She looked like as if she accepted a contract.",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:54:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496339660,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond liked being stroked. And also liked being pampered, in general. \u0026quot;Manners, is it?\u0026quot; he laughed and winked, implicitly reminding her that they just had sex. if she accepted him only out of manners, then they certainly wouldn\u0026apos;t be sleeping in the same room right now. \u0026quot;Maybe if I became your lover, you would stop your crusade against true love?\u0026quot; he finally asked the question, knowing that she wouldn\u0026apos;t become lover, and would never ever allow him to put a ring on her finger. Ever. Hence why it was mostly a joke-question, albeit with a bit of seriousness in it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If you love someone, you want to do everything in your power to make said person smile... It would hurt me to see you hurt or sad. Hence, making you jealous is not something I\u0026apos;d desire...\u0026quot; he laughed, then kissed her nose. \u0026quot;But thank you for understanding. It saddens me somewhat that you are not going to be the one I will be putting the ring on the finger of, but... We still have years until I am ready to settle down. So we can enjoy ourselves and have some fun.\u0026quot; he winked at her again, reminding her that he had no such bonds with anyone just yet, evne if he would have loved having such a bond with Naerie.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But you are right... I am most certainly a fool.\u0026quot; he added.",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:00:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496340034,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie kept on giving him what he liked and scratched his neck as if he was a cat. \u0026quot;Well. IF you would really manage to convince me that I should give my heart to someone else again, then yes I would actually stop with my crusade, but that would be as hard as drinking all the water of the oacens. But who knows maybe some day a really thirsty man comes along. And who knows, may a ring would look good on me.\u0026quot; She had to laugh. \u0026quot;Well if you want to be that man, go ahead and try, I might even take care that you don\u0026apos;t drown yourself. Hmm you know I noticed something, is it possible that you don\u0026apos;t have alot of sexual expierience ?\u0026quot; She did not smile so he wouldn\u0026apos;t feel bad, or think she was mocking him.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:09:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496340550,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had to respond to that part of her assertion. Yes, he didn\u0026apos;t have a lot of sexual experience. \u0026quot;I lost my virginity to you, actually.\u0026quot; he said, referring to the first time he paid her. He smiled, to make things easier on her, and began rubbing her cheek. \u0026quot;But yes... If anyone has to be the fool who will try to brave your heart and put a ring on your finger, that has to be me. Maybe I should make this a promise that one day... that one day, I will make you my wife.\u0026quot; he laughed, and kissed her lips immediately afterwards.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Then you won\u0026apos;t have to worry about a cheating husband being taken away from you by someone like you...\u0026quot; he laughed, making that joke. But then again, it would be a really irony if she had a taste of her own medicine... which would likely not affect her at all - after all, she is crusading against true love.",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:13:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496340787,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie was clearly surprised. \u0026quot;I was your first one? Well then, I might have to teach you a few things. She layed back down spreading her legs a bit making it easy for him to get a good view on her. \u0026quot;You kiss well, no problems there, but as you can see, I have breasts and most women love it when you play with then, just like the one time I sat on your lap naked. Same goes for the butt. A few massaged or pinches or even slapps are most welcome. Because you are so eager to fuck me, I can\u0026apos;t be wet.\u0026quot; She took his hand and placed it between her legs, pushing one of his as well as her finger inside, while pinching her eyes. \u0026quot;If the women likes really rough sex or has rape fantasies, that\u0026apos;s not a problem but it hurts a bit when you just slam yourself into a women like that, so you have to play abit with her.\u0026quot; She pulled both fingers out and began to play with her pearl. It was easy for him to see how much she enjoyed that. Shortly after she guided his finger back in. \u0026quot;See... much easier.\u0026quot; She smiled. \u0026quot;Also be creative. Pin her against a wall, take her from behind. It\u0026apos;s like cooking, you need some spice added.\u0026quot; She then licked her finger clean.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But yes go ahead, make that promise. But it wasn\u0026apos;t really the cheating, I don\u0026apos;t mind that, even back then. He used me and tried to kill me.\u0026quot; She pointed at her stomach where a large and rather ugly scar appeared. \u0026quot;Just so he could gain the favor of his mistress.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:28:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496341685,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at her, nodding at her sentences. And now she was showing some parts of her to him as well. Yes, he knew about the breasts. He loved them. The first time, he even pleasured them. She explained to him about how women sometimes like it rough, but not always, and that he has to give them a little bit of foreplay before the core of things. He allowed her to guide his finger to whereever she wanted, and nodded to her talks, albeit got a bit confused. Still, he understood what she was talking about. \u0026quot;I see... so even if I am eager, I have to restrain myself a bit, to add a little bit of flavour...\u0026quot; he tried to understand it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen had to listen to a sadder story. She was... scarred. He looked at her, and immediately felt sorry for her. \u0026quot;I would never do such a thing to you. I wouldn\u0026apos;t even have a mistress, if you were my wife. I would make it my duty to cherish you, to do everything within my power to make you smile... A real man would never do such a thing to a woman.\u0026quot; he stated. Such an idealistic naive fool he was. \u0026quot;If you allowed me to put a ring on your finger, I would not even look at other women...\u0026quot; which was somewhat of a lie, as it cannot be literally true. \u0026quot;I would always try to make you feel cherished...\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:36:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496342165,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie hid the scar again. For it was a reminder of her foolishness. \u0026quot;Cheer up, that day is gone for many years and he is dead. Enough of that for now...\u0026quot; It was more of a plea than a command.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe jumped back to the other topic. \u0026quot;As for me.\u0026quot; She turned around and got on all fours. \u0026quot;I like it from behind, you can pound me quite hard like that. Also pull my hair and give me a few slaps.\u0026quot; She winked at him, hoped he would remember it for the next time. \u0026quot;It also gives you a nice view\u0026quot; She laughed. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t worry I can take a few things and I am somewhat proud that you train on me.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:49:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496342961,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond winked at Naerie after her remarks. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll remember that.\u0026quot; remember that he will have to do her from the behind next time. It was not the first time he would wink at her. \u0026quot;Well then... I guess school will be in session the next time you and I give in to our carnal pleasures.\u0026quot; he laughed, chewing on the notion of training on her, effectively learning from her. However, this time, he is sexually spent is not going to be able to please her like just moments ago. Maybe it would be time for the two of get up and have some breakfast?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EBut for that to happen, he will have to somehow leave the bed, to which he is effectively tied by an imaginary rope.",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:53:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496343210,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie rolled back around and layed next to him. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t want to get up...\u0026quot; She snaped with her fingers and the door opened and a second after a plate with food flew. It had eggs and bacon for him and fruits for her. With a smile she began to feed him. Even tried to teasy him and placed a bit on one of her breasts. She was still able to go for a round, but accepted that he was spent. No wonders after the night and this morning.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:57:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496343466,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond watched as Naerie brought the food around... and she fed him! She fed him like a baby! He had no complaints at all, as he enjoyed the treatment, but still... And she placed it on her breasts! Such a tease. Nevertheless, he ate happily, and smiled at her. He did not want to get up either. So he just kept appreciating the treatment. \u0026quot;Such a useful ability...\u0026quot; he remarked.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:00:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496343608,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie nodded and took a bite out of a peach. \u0026quot;I know. So what are your plans for today?\u0026quot; She herself had to work later, but that could wait.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:03:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496343813,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked at Naerie and shrugged, then scratched his head. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know. I don\u0026apos;t think I really have plans... other than maybe inquire about that former barmaid. Maybe we \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ecan\u003C/span\u003E learn more about the secrets of this tavern.\u0026quot; he said, emphasizing his desire that he intends Naerie to join him in this endevour, and be earwitness to all the information he may get out of that woman. Or information he gives that woman.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:05:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496343918,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie sighed when he brought up that topic again. \u0026quot;You know I think you put to much thought into it. She was always grumpy and ran away with one of those collars. IF they were really that bad, she wouldn\u0026apos;t even be able to run away or take it off for that matter... I don\u0026apos;t even see a problem to be honest. Well none aside from the owner being a perv. I think you just use her to have a reason to start a fight with Aeth. I mean yea I understand why you want to kick his butt. But I wouldn\u0026apos;t go over the girl. She doesn\u0026apos;t remember anything from around here, so there isn\u0026apos;t even a point. And even IF she remembers, won\u0026apos;t she just be unfriendly towards you? In any case, you gain nothing from her. You should settle your grudge with Aeth some day. What you are doing is dangerous and unhealthy for your soul.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:18:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496344702,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to the fox-lady. \u0026quot;You may be right... which is why you\u0026apos;ll be coming with me!\u0026quot; he laughed, trying to get the funnier side of the story. \u0026quot;After all, if she regains her memory, some of the information she may give us - if she talks that is - maybe of interest to you as well. And my memory isn\u0026apos;t the best...\u0026quot; oh yeah. His memory isn\u0026apos;t the best. Then how can he remember all about her? \u0026quot;... so it may be beneficial for you to hear it all with your own ears. But maybe you are right, and we should just leave it all alone, right? After all, no use in intervening, right?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:21:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496344860,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie can\u0026apos;t see how this women has something of interest for the fox. So she shakes her head. \u0026quot;This is your duty and honor speaking. You think you see a women in need of help, but maybe you are seeing things that are just not there...Leave it be Steph. Even if you succed and she remembers. What will happen? Just another angry person who might want to burn down the tavern... Sometimes it\u0026apos;s best to live with an illusion and sometimes it is not. No one will get anything positiv from this quest.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:35:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496345703,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Very well... maybe you are right. Well then... I guess I\u0026apos;ll have nothing to do for today save for drinking. And maybe sleeping. And maybe making use of your services.\u0026quot; he laughed. \u0026quot;In the mean time, I think you will have some work to do, right?\u0026quot; he asked, and laid back on the bed. He really cannot think of anything else to do now, as he himself doesn\u0026apos;t really have anything to do now - no work to do.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:37:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496345831,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Naerie sighed and looked outside her window. \u0026quot;Yeah, I have some things to do I guess.\u0026quot; She got back up again and opened the window. \u0026quot;You can stay here if you want.\u0026quot; She was getting ready to work and if not stopped would soon leave the room.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:42:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496346123,                "user": "Naerie"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Well then... I think I\u0026apos;ll just continue my sleep until I\u0026apos;ll be feelin\u0026apos; restless... then I\u0026apos;ll approach you again.\u0026quot; he winked at Naerie, and tried to close his eyes. After all, there is little else he can do right now.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:42:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496346164,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 1., csütörtök, 11:04:47"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis heading down stairs after a while inside of his bed room, having a discussion with some one, he would say whom. Only that he had plans and willing to act on them how ever, he noticed some one wasn\u0026apos;t around at all. Other than whom visited his bed room. Only moments before he would enter the closet, leaving the first door open while making slight bit of noise in the back and smiled, What ever he was doing wasn\u0026apos;t going to be pretty and now he would have a sure fire way of doing this. And no one would ever expect it at all. Doing some modifications and well it was adjusted around the neck line to add another element, soon he would sew it on, all around before adding the strange golden dragon creature to it, though what was on a normal collar this would have blended in. There for no one would ever suspect it. Now as he stood up after a few hours of doing this, he walked out of the closet curious to see what all might happen.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T19:57:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496339845,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis heading down stairs after a while inside of his bed room, having a discussion with some one, he would say whom. Only that he had plans and willing to act on them how ever, he noticed some one wasn\u0026apos;t around at all. Other than whom visited his bed room. Only moments before he would enter the closet, leaving the first door open while making slight bit of noise in the back and smiled, What ever he was doing wasn\u0026apos;t going to be pretty and now he would have a sure fire way of doing this. And no one would ever expect it at all. Doing some modifications and well it was adjusted around the neck line to add another element, soon he would sew it on, all around before adding the strange golden dragon creature to it, though what was on a normal collar this would have blended in. There for no one would ever suspect it. Now as he stood up after a few hours of doing this, he walked out of the closet curious to see what all might happen.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:08:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496340538,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori awoke slowly that day, her energies spent from days of travel and subsisting off what little food she\u0026apos;d been able to find. The girl still felt tired, but the bed had been comfortable and her rest substantial. She\u0026apos;d even woken to a jug of water at her bedside and a washbasin already filled for it. Such luxury had long since been a mystery to her, and it almost made her long for the opulence of palace life in the times that she hadn\u0026apos;t been on campaign. Still, those days were long since gone. Bitter memories of how she could never return to her Gods or her family filled her thoughts as she washed and dressed herself, only Nerida could never seem to really make out -why- this would be so. Something had happened, she recalled vaguely, something had disgraced her. So lost was she in this reverie that it took a while for the little knight to realise that she had left her room and headed towards the tavern, as though she\u0026apos;d known how to carry herself there. That dull, present ache in her mind returned, and this time Nerida couldn\u0026apos;t simply dismiss it as dehydration. What in the name of all four Gods was going on?\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:18:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496341084,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown opens the door, not entering yet... Lulsyls is chasing a butterfly, and seems captivated by such. As the butterfly comes indoors, she\u0026apos;d speak to it: \u0026quot;Nooo, you don\u0026apos;t want to come in here. This place is full of terrible people. I haven\u0026apos;t found a single soft-hearted soul since stepping in here.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;d stand there, holding the door open, but the butterfly wouldn\u0026apos;t leave yet. \u0026quot;Oh, I get it. You want to be weird, just like them! Fine! Not my fault what happens to you!\u0026quot; With that, Lulsyls would enter and remain angry at a butterfly.",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:18:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496341127,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis standing there next to the door and smiled when he saw Nerida come down and waved her over. \u0026quot; Well Nerida, I have something to show you, how ever you seemed to be in a bit of pain around here. Come with me if you like to relieve it or find anything you like to know about. \u0026quot; With that he would make note of the other entering the tavern. Only his mind was with the female of interest, even would act normal nothing seemed to be amiss or even towards other\u0026apos;s. Would wait to see what her reaction\u0026apos;s or response will be towards him, only that he was insisting that he showed her it. It was needed to discuss something with her and allow her to make decisions. He had a little different idea on the matter.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:28:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496341726,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori stood in silent, mistrusting observation of Aetharis at first, his countenance known to her and yet at the same time, not. It was as though they had met before briefly but try as she might to place his face or name in a situation from her past the girl kept drawing blanks. Even his offer was suspicious, what could he possibly have to show someone like her? Naerie\u0026apos;s warning from the previous day echoed in her mind, that he was something of a pervert and that she should be guarded around him, solid advice from a woman who seemed sensible enough to tolerate a boss such as he. Lulsyls voice broke Nerida from her thoughts and mistrust, however, and Nerida soon came to see that the girl was actively scolding a butterfly. She seemed to be strange company indeed, a person unafraid of threats or violence as Nerida had seen the day before when Eve had near shook the life out of her. Between Lulsyls and the pervert, she\u0026apos;d take the pervert. Besides, she was a Knight, a warrior of great strength. If he got too close she could deal with him herself. \u0026quot;...Alright\u0026quot; she said after a long silence, \u0026quot;though I\u0026apos;ve no notion of anything you possess that might be of interest to me. You are a proprietor, not an apothecary after all.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:40:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496342403,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown was now inside, as she lost interest in the butterfly. Children will be children, you know? Gotta let them have some freedom. \u0026quot;If you ever trust Aetharis, you\u0026apos;re in for a terrible, terrible time!\u0026quot; Nodding to herself, she\u0026apos;d... well, she didn\u0026apos;t have anyone to play with, so she\u0026apos;d gleefully interrupt Aetharis and Nerida.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EFirst order of business? Sticking her hand out to pinch Aetharis\u0026apos; cheek: \u0026quot;Isn\u0026apos;t that right, Man From the Other World?\u0026quot; Despite her words, she was just so gosh darn cheerful. Like candy would burst out of her pockets at any moment, or she\u0026apos;d burst into treats.",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:45:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496342701,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodded towards her only to reenter the closet to lead her into a deeper part once she came near him. \u0026quot; You seemed to be in pain the moment you arrived, and I thought it might be curious to know that maybe some one had did something to you, possibly maybe put a memory block on you. Though for now I would like for you to try on this dress I have had made for a long while. Don\u0026apos;t worry it will fit to your body. \u0026quot; And with that he would keep anything of it being made for her very hidden. Keeping any that might interfere out of his way. Only this would go smoothly while he remained calm also she might find this elvish designed dress, if it was a little familiar to her, to be detailed. Even now had a small ring on one finger. \u0026quot; Well I would like to see you wear it, if anything I insist. \u0026quot; Willingly stopped at the door entrance and if she wanted privacy to change he\u0026apos;d turn his back to her only to make sure it was done, but when he seen the girl he would sigh before shutting the door behind him. \u0026quot; What is it you want lady, I am busy. \u0026quot; All he said. As he didn\u0026apos;t know this one entirely.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:46:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496342762,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown casually pranced about in a circle, as she checked the room for people: \u0026quot;Youuuu left a hole in dimensions last time you had a little journey, and now there\u0026apos;s angels and demons stuck inside your world. Not that you care. You definitely don\u0026apos;t care. I just thought it would be an entertaining notion.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re not going to play with me, you can get back to grabbing at boobs and buttholes with your little womanfriend over there. And you know me, I\u0026apos;ll just go sit in a corner. Alone.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-01T20:49:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496342990,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori me felt as though she\u0026apos;d been lead into some form of strange comedy play, or an alternate universe where nothing made sense. He\u0026apos;d brought her back here to try on a dress? A dress of all things? Be that as it may, why would he think that anyone might had bewitched her mind with a memory block, or some such? She had been a Commander, a fight all her life regardless of her illustrious name and titles. She knew of nothing that would induce someone else to make her hold her peace, at least as far as she knew. The sound of Aetharis and Lulsyls chattering outside only added to the sense of surrealism, but Nerida was too tired and too confused to try to eavesdrop on their conversation. She simply shook her head and paced towards this thrice-damned dress he wanted her to see.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe moment she laid eyes on it the sight affected her, the pain in her head searing just as it had the first time she\u0026apos;d laid eyes on the proprietor. Th lady knight stumbled where she stood and almost fell into the wardrobe, her feet just managing to catch her at the very last moment. She\u0026apos;d seen it before, she knew she had, but where? What was it about the damn thing that she recognised so easily? It was elven, not of her own people, and it looked fit for a bride. Perhaps it had been worn by a cousin of hers, or another noble lady? A growl of pain seethed through Nerida\u0026apos;s lips and she reached out to pick up the dress, the details find and beautiful though she still couldn\u0026apos;t recall them. Nerida stripped, changed and laced herself into the gown. It fit her like a glove, as easy to wear as a second skin. There was a feeling of dread in the bottom of the girls stomach and through the thick mists of her memory Nerida could just make out the face a young man, his eyes drinking in her figure, his jaw dropped in open-mouthed appreciation. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re... beautiful..\u0026quot; she heard him say, in a voice she couldn\u0026apos;t recognise. Tears came to the corners of her eyes.",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:06:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496343980,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori felt as though she\u0026apos;d been lead into some form of strange comedy play, or an alternate universe where nothing made sense. He\u0026apos;d brought her back here to try on a dress? A dress of all things? Be that as it may, why would he think that anyone might had bewitched her mind with a memory block, or some such? She had been a Commander, a fight all her life regardless of her illustrious name and titles. She knew of nothing that would induce someone else to make her hold her peace, at least as far as she knew. The sound of Aetharis and Lulsyls chattering outside only added to the sense of surrealism, but Nerida was too tired and too confused to try to eavesdrop on their conversation. She simply shook her head and paced towards this thrice-damned dress he wanted her to see.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe moment she laid eyes on it the sight affected her, the pain in her head searing just as it had the first time she\u0026apos;d laid eyes on the proprietor. Th lady knight stumbled where she stood and almost fell into the wardrobe, her feet just managing to catch her at the very last moment. She\u0026apos;d seen it before, she knew she had, but where? What was it about the damn thing that she recognised so easily? It was elven, not of her own people, and it looked fit for a bride. Perhaps it had been worn by a cousin of hers, or another noble lady? A growl of pain seethed through Nerida\u0026apos;s lips and she reached out to pick up the dress, the details find and beautiful though she still couldn\u0026apos;t recall them. Nerida stripped, changed and laced herself into the gown. It fit her like a glove, as easy to wear as a second skin. There was a feeling of dread in the bottom of the girls stomach and through the thick mists of her memory Nerida could just make out the face a young man, his eyes drinking in her figure, his jaw dropped in open-mouthed appreciation. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re... beautiful..\u0026quot; she heard him say, in a voice she couldn\u0026apos;t recognise. Tears came to the corners of her eyes.",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:06:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496344005,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Lulsyls the Clown tapped her foot and stretched her arms. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t forget to feed the fish.\u0026quot; Lulslys made a sharp turn and headed for the door. \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s not gonna feed the fish. The fish are gonna get upset, splash around a bit... and that\u0026apos;s when the real problem begins. Thousands of angry little caterpillars.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHer nonsensical ramblings continued, likely for hours, as she departed from the tavern go to back to Lulsyls things. Few people knew what she was up to when she wasn\u0026apos;t in this place.",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:14:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496344465,                "user": "Lulsyls the Clown"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis turning around only after she was done and shook his head towards the other lady. But laying eyes on her once more and smiled. \u0026quot; Yes indeed you do look beautiful, in fact it fits you perfectly. \u0026quot; Walked into the room once more and picked something up before looking at her in the eyes locking his eyes with her. \u0026quot; I am going to be serious with you right here and now. \u0026quot; He was serious about this matter and it would be addressed. For now she had no clue he put a collar on it, one of many special collar\u0026apos;s, it blended really well. \u0026quot; Of course now I would like to ask you a very serious question, though if you say yes, I will help you regain what you lost with all of my power, even if it takes time. \u0026quot; Taking a deep breath while gently grabbing her hand, he would turn the female\u0026apos;s hand over before placing a black box, only to open it seconds later a ring on it. \u0026quot; I want you to marry me, this way it will ensure that I help you with out stalling. But know I run a very particular business and it does require to make sure new barmaid\u0026apos;s are tested before they work. \u0026quot; Being straight forward with her and not once was he joking or even making another type of face. Only his request while helping her. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry you will be my lovely. Oh I should say, the dress can now be retracted by touching the golden dragon like creature, a way for you to wear it when needed or put it way so it doesn\u0026apos;t get dirty. I would love for you to wear it and keep it. Never to take it off. \u0026quot; Was only then she might feel him being straight forward with her. This man that was going to help her out, was wanting to be with her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:16:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496344573,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori barely heard him, her head still swimming through the thick fog of a memory she couldn\u0026apos;t quite recall and the pain for her efforts to regain some clarity rending her almost helpless. She felt as though she were drunk, even her limbs weakening on her and forcing her to prop herself up against the wardrobe door so that she might just remain standing. It was here that Aetharis accosted her, placing something around her neck though in the moment she knew not what it was. Was it a choker? Her hand reached up to touch it, but a wave of nausea that crashed over her like a wave halted any further investigation. What was happening? There was a black box in her hand, then a ring inside of it... then she thought she\u0026apos;d heard him either offer her a job or ask for her hand in marriage. The usually stoic, physically vital lady knight slumped to her knees, her distress and confusion preventing her from staying standing. \u0026quot;Please, Sir, end this jest... I fear I am unwell\u0026quot; she said from her position on the floor. The man\u0026apos;s face from her earlier \u0026quot;vision\u0026quot; had not been Aetharis, his voice entirely different, his manner pleasing. Who was he? Why could she not recall? Why had she been given cause to wear this dress before? \u0026quot;I.. I don\u0026apos;t know what\u0026apos;s happening. I don\u0026apos;t know you, and I certainly have no intentions towards marriage. P-please, what\u0026apos;s going on?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:27:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496345265,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis picking her up into his arms and smiled, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry you are feeling unwell, that would because of something some one did to you. \u0026quot; Carrying her towards his room to allow her time to rest, \u0026quot; of course I am not jesting at all lady, merely serious about it. \u0026quot; This would allow him to completely carry her to his room while keeping a straight face, though she might feel the warmth of his body, even now as he held her would use just a little bit of \u0026apos;magic\u0026apos; to help her out on thinking. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry about this, it\u0026apos;s something that is meant to be serious, though just think about it sensibly. \u0026quot; Keeping it all calm while carrying her, even more so doing what he can to help reduce the stress on her mind. Only when he was in his room he\u0026apos;d shut the door and lay her on his bed, before touching the golden creature, this dress of her\u0026apos;s would vanish into it. \u0026quot; Calm down, I am not going to do anything, just help you relax. \u0026quot; If she fought him he would hold her down before soothing her with a few massages. \u0026quot; Or I know one sure fire way to really recall something, though a lady like you would never even think of it. \u0026quot; Small blush came to his cheek\u0026apos;s, \u0026quot; I would prefer to marry you. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:35:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496345726,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori felt a wave of relief wash over her as he picked her up, thinking that the proprietor merely meant to help her to her feet or return her to her room. Her alarm, however, grew immensely when instead she found herself being carried past her room and into another. Her horror only deepened when he revealed to her that his intentions had been true, but there was nothing to be done. The magic he\u0026apos;d used seemed to put the girl at ease, though in truth it was weakening her body and clouding her thoughts. Her sense of panic and urgency had melted away, but so had her strength. Like a ragdoll Nerida was both present and yet trapped within her own body, her mind barely able to think and her body too relaxed to resist much. \u0026quot;Wh-why would I marry a man I do not know?\u0026quot; Nerida said breathlessly. \u0026quot;You.. you claim to want to help me, but hold me to ransom at the same time. Unhand me, This must be a ruse.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:45:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496346332,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis sighed a little before thinking, \u0026quot; well then I should tell you then that we know each other very well Nerida. \u0026quot; Undoing his clothing before standing up and locking the door, being sure to place some enchanting wards all around the room. For extra measure, once finished, this male before her would climb on top of her. Grabbing her legs and parting them, roughly pulled her against his waist, she\u0026apos;d feel a erect member pressing against her folds firmly. \u0026quot; I will now help you out, as a reward, here is what you have been missing. \u0026quot; Placing both hands on her head, she then feel something like a sharp pain before all of her memories would start flooding in. Taking this chance he\u0026apos;d imply a silent spell to keep all the noise inside of the room. Leaving nothing for any one else to hear what is happening. Should any one enter they\u0026apos;d see nothing happening at all.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T21:55:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496346928,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori saw what he was about almost immediately as he undressed, and the girl could feel her blood run cold as the chill of terror spread through her veins and seemed to seep into her bones, freezing her. She\u0026apos;d faced down men twice his size in battle, had blades miss here by mere seconds and been inches away from having her short life extinguished, but in all of her short years Nerida had never faced a fear quite like the one she could feel now. He\u0026apos;d subjected her to magic, a force Nerida trusted little anyway before placing it around the room. Something told her that nothing he had planned would now be to her benefit, and even in her weakness the girl tried to push herself up and off the bed. It was no use. Aetharis was soon on her again, wresting her long, slender legs apart and pulling her towards his body with a strength that the girl had not known he possessed. She cried out and tried to kick at him, her legs far too weak to make an impact, and then for Nerida it all came flooding back to her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe day she\u0026apos;d first arrived at the tavern, disgraced and exiled after a humiliating defeat in battle. The young rogue who\u0026apos;d bought her a drink, Kester, and Aetharis who\u0026apos;d given her a job in order to preserve her anonymity should the empire come looking for her. She remembered how\u0026apos;d she\u0026apos;d grown close to Kester, how Aetharis had tried to take her for his own. There had been an uneasy truce between the men, and then one day Aetharis had tried to trick her into bed, much as he had done this time. Nerida remembered Kester discovering her, how they\u0026apos;d both left at the break of dawn the next day. And then Nerida remembered waking up in a clearing alone, an empty bedroll next to her, and with no recollection of anything but the life she\u0026apos;d left behind and her name.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Kester...\u0026quot; she said to Aetharis almost defiantly, regardless of how he sat now with his manhood tumid and ready, poised at the entrance to her folds. \u0026quot;Where is he?? Why did you do this to me?!\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-01T22:12:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496347935,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis grabbed her wrists quickly even as he fought with her, pinning them against the bed, only to have his length pressed against her soft folds, even started to slowly part them. Moving against her body, this time he would look at her and smile. \u0026quot; Oh him, well let\u0026apos;s say he is no longer coming back to this place, in fact he wouldn\u0026apos;t remember you. \u0026quot; All that was said before she would feel him kissing her neck, leading slight nips down to her breasts. Lapping his tongue against her nipples, moving his hips to stimulate her sensitive area, even teased her entrance with the head. Not speaking to her while making her his, this time he would be undisturbed by any one, even that man wouldn\u0026apos;t be around. Knowing this might cause a small problem. Only he would make sure after every thing is done, he would make sure to inform her that she might not want to do anything drastic. More she fought him made it clear that Aetharis was going to make her his.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T22:20:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496348451,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori tossed and turned violently beneath him as he kisses his way down her neck and towards her tears, her body restless in spite of the strength having been drained from it. She thought on the last time they had been like this, when he had drugged her drink and her love had discovered them just in time. Her skin crawled now just as it had done back then, her nakedness a shame and a liability as he parted her lips with the swollen tip of his bell-shaped head. Nerida didn\u0026apos;t want to believe this, that it was happening so easily, that she had let herself be fooled. If only she\u0026apos;d heeded Naerie\u0026apos;s advice, and never let herself be left alone with him. The deceit would be her undoing. That thick tip was now pushing into the tightness of her tunnel, threatening to part her walls and thrust himself inside her. There was nothing she could do. \u0026quot;You will never be him!\u0026quot; she spat at him as a verbal retort. \u0026quot;You will never have my love as he did. In doing this you defile only yourself!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T22:31:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496349082,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis chuckled a little before pulling back and allowed the head of his member press further into her tight tunnel. \u0026quot; Maybe I should let you in on something Nerida, haven\u0026apos;t you ever payed close attention, while being blinded by that love of the man you ran away. Cause this time around you will not escape, even I made sure to adjust the collar you now have on, it\u0026apos;s much more violent. \u0026quot; Slowly sliding that member into her depths, moving along the tight tunnel seeking her purity out. \u0026quot; I will not feel defiled, you on the other hand best be prepared for a long while. Because your body will not be alone, even now there is something I might have not said to you. \u0026quot; Going quiet for a moment, looking at her and taking in the sight of her body. Lowered his head to her ear, in a whisper, \u0026quot; didn\u0026apos;t you think it was strange that I allowed you to leave untouched. Isn\u0026apos;t it curious to think that maybe there was a plan in place. Perhaps more to the answer is this, I have had a small time to prepare a small present for you. \u0026quot; Pulled his head away from her and smiled, removing one of his hands from her wrist. Placing his palm between her breasts only to let her feel a surge, this would allow her to feel a slight sting. Seconds later he pull his hand away from her. Waiting for the moment he would touch her purity, then he would explain what he did to her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T22:44:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496349890,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori was still growling at the man and trying to writhe away, her body beneath him restless up until the point where she could feel him probing her ever deeper, his impressive girth spreading her open painfully wide and forcing her to accommodate his body. There was nothing but his own pre to dampen the girls untouched, virgin sex as he opened it up for his use, nothing that might ease the pain for her until the moment her body in a small act of mercy let her flower drip a little of it\u0026apos;s honey, his cock then enveloped in it, eased up until he reached the barrier of her virginity. The tears she\u0026apos;d managed to hold into the corners of her eyes started to run down the side of her beautiful face in silence, the knight not given to sobs or overt grief. She resolved that even if he had her now she would not let him take her like some wailing, whimpering kitchen maid. Nerida would not let him bring her so low. Her thoughts were interrupted by his whispered taunts and cruel words, followed by the pain she could feel stinging in her chest. For a moment Nerida thought that perhaps he meant to end her life, but seconds later the ordeal was over and she was still as present as she had been before. \u0026quot;Wh-what did you do?\u0026quot; she demanded of him while his cock strained still against her virginity. \u0026quot;What was that you just did to me?!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T23:01:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496350877,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis listened to her before a smile came to his face, pulled the thick cock back only a few inches, then thrusting against her hymen. With the intention of taking it with out her consent. \u0026quot; Want to know, then why don\u0026apos;t you try to kill me. Don\u0026apos;t mind it much as now your body will only respond to my touch, if any one ever tries to touch you like this, your body will be sent through agonizing pain. And if they try to remove it, the might as well be killing to you. \u0026quot; With that he finally explained how it worked, pushing against her virginity. Only matter of seconds before he would break through sending his cock towards her womb. Seeking to break through her cervical entrance. \u0026quot; I forgot the \u0026apos;minor\u0026apos; detail, this curse becomes attache d to your body and soul now that I taken your purity. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t care if she was crying or screaming, there was only claiming the body of Nerida.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T23:10:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496351452,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis listened to her before a smile came to his face, pulled the thick cock back only a few inches, then thrusting against her hymen. With the intention of taking it with out her consent. \u0026quot; Want to know, then when ever you threaten me, come to attack or even think of doing something of that kind of act, your body will betray you. \u0026quot; Explained to her how it would worked, while pushing against her virginity. Only matter of seconds before he would break through sending his cock towards her womb. Seeking to break through her cervical entrance. \u0026quot; I forgot the \u0026apos;minor\u0026apos; detail, this curse becomes attache d to your body and soul now that I taken your purity. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t care if she was crying or screaming, there was only claiming the body of Nerida. At any time she would have tired any of that this curse would have activated.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T23:26:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496352364,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori wailed and whimpered on the sheets beneath him as with one strong, forceful thrust Aetharis pushed past what had been her hymen and became the man who claimed from her her purity. The pain that gripped her body was one that she\u0026apos;d never before known, and Nerida was no stranger to physical discomfort or injury. She had scars on her body the same as all warriors, near misses with a sword or a glance from an arrow. She\u0026apos;d watched her blood leave her body more times than she could count, and taken blows that had sometimes knocked the sense from her, but they were nothing to the searing sting and dull ache that she now felt emanating from her loins. The pain was so deep and came from inside her, Aetharis\u0026apos; manhood now pressed insistently up against her deepest point, his red crown now kissing against her cervix and the entrance to her vulnerable core. The curse he\u0026apos;d put upon her was cruel indeed, but it\u0026apos;s sting still lay in the shadow of how he\u0026apos;d taken her virginity. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re a creature.\u0026quot; she hissed at him, her face wincing in pain. \u0026quot;A reptile you\u0026apos;ve no heart and no soul. I will never love you as I loved him.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T23:35:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496352951,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis only responded to her in agreement with a powerful thrust to penetrate her cervical entrance. Wanting to enter her core, \u0026quot; thank you, finally realize that I am a creature, how thoughtful of you. Now as a creature with out a heart or soul would have made sure to be done or even left you for dead. I how ever will remain keeping you close. Interesting part that collar you wear is a upgrade, now this will be easier to help break you down. It will allow me to teleport you to me, or allow me to come to you. \u0026quot; If he managed to pass her cervical entrance and enter her uterus. The male would allow her body to adjust to his size. Further more she would see him reach over to a small side table and pulled the drawer open, pulling out a pink wine bottle looking at her. Using one hand to pin her down, he used his mouth to pop the cork on the bottle before taking some of the liquid, holding it before looking at her. In case she\u0026apos;d fight him, the bottle was set out of her reach while he locked his lips with hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth if she tried to resist. Further more, would eventually pinch her nose. When ever she would open her mouth for air, he\u0026apos;d allow the liquid to flow from his to hers. From then locking his mouth with hers to ensure her that she has one course of action. If she drinks it, her body will start to react, tricking it into thinking it\u0026apos;s time to procreate.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T23:48:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496353701,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori || With a strength that Nerida could do nothing to fight against Aetharis pushed passed the final guard of her cervix, opening up that fertile, vulnerable core of hers to him as if it were a flower. It hurt her, it hurt her so much that Nerida could barely think straight, unable to fight him now or push him away. And what would be the point? He had already robbed her of something precious, something she had always intended to give to another. He would do as he pleased with her, taint her with his seed and disgrace her no matter how she fought or twisted or tried to run. She wouldn\u0026apos;t give him the satisfaction, she was determined not to let him know of her inner anguish and heartbreak. Determined not to allow his words to rouse her even as his manhood stirred deep within the depths of her womb, the little knight made every effort to still her body as much as she could. It was only when he squirmed on top of her and reached to take the bottle that Nerida opened her eyes to see what was going on, but by then it was far too late. Her eyes went wide with fear and Nerida parted her lips to yell, but whatever she\u0026apos;d wanted to say to him died on her lips as he forced her mouth against his. When he released her from his kiss and her hands finally from his grip Nerida tried valiantly to push him away from her, determined to spit the pink liquid she recognised all too well from her lips but it was for naught. With her nose pinched and her lips sealed it was only a matter of time before Aetharis would hear the loud, audible gulp which announced that Nerida had been forced to swallow it down, the tincture hitting her stomach and warming i like soup. It was the same drink he\u0026apos;d first used to trick her into his bed, and as the drink took effect the fight in Nerida\u0026apos;s body once again died, as did the feelings of pain and discomfort which had plagued her since he\u0026apos;d first entered her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:04:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496268245,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his entrance to the tavern... even though he is already in the tavern. Sort of. He exits the room that he previously slept in - the one which actually belongs to \u003Ca href=\"https://www.f-list.net/c/naerie\"\u003ENaerie\u003C/a\u003E, but she left a bit earlier. Now he leaves her room, being in the tavern proper now. Getting out of the room, and making his way towards the bar, yawning. All that sleep he got was not enough?! Apparently not. But then again, having sex twice in a row is pretty tiring.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen, he changed his mind, and instead of making his way towards the bar, he made his way towards a lone, desolate table, where he can just sit down, and yawn once again. What a bore.",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:05:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496268312,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis making it worth the while of savoring this moment. Wasn\u0026apos;t long before she felt the man started to thrust in and out of her. Each time entering her fertile core, leaving nothing untouched. Didn\u0026apos;t mind her fighting all the way as it would greatly please him to see her fall even more. From both hands holding her down to being placed on either side of her head. Taken no more than minutes while thrusting into her roughly, nothing about it was gentle towards her. As he knew she could take it completely, might have been why the male\u0026apos;s desire to claim her body was raging. Waited till she was distracted with his cock invading her core each time the sound of their skin connecting. With that in mind he was start to send images through her mind of the home land she lived at and her religion, all of it coming together, even making her feel it. People leaving her, religion leaving her, all of them calling her names. He him self is watching her facial expressions and keeping the rough motions going.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:11:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496268667,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith walks into the tavern from the forge, just in time to see Stephanus leaving Naerie\u0026apos;s room. The ginger blushes, a hint of jealousy in her eyes as she looks at him. \u0026quot;Didn\u0026apos;t get much sleep?\u0026quot; She asks, making sure to divert eye contact as she heads to the bar. A brief order is placed, asking for two ales and lunches. With customer traffic as slow as it is, Eve finds her hands filled with two plates and mugs swiftly enough. If only Eve knew of the mindfuck Aeth was putting Nerida through...again, she\u0026apos;d probably feel grateful for their relatively pleasant experience. \u0026quot;I thought you were going after the blonde woman, not another barmaid.\u0026quot; Her hands set the meal down. When she settles in her chair, it\u0026apos;s done diagonally from the paladin. No accidental foot touching today\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:13:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496268805,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith .\n",                "date": "2017-06-01T00:13:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496268807,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs at Eve. \u0026quot;What?\u0026quot; asking a question in response to her question. Why would he go after the blond woman? His memories of her are only her being grumpy and useless, and being angry at the mere sight of patrons. Besides, now she is a knightess - his chances with her are zilch. And if only he knew what she was going through... then he\u0026apos;d recognize that his chances are still zilch.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I would never go after that... Nevermind.\u0026quot; he finishes, getting to closure. Then he raises his arm to attract the attention of anyone who may take an order. He wants some wine, as usual. Then he pays no attention to Eve. Not at all.",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:18:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496269135,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith already put an ale and food in front of him. She waits several long seconds. In that time, her jealousy fades to awkwardness as he pointedly ignores her. \u0026quot;You do realize I didn\u0026apos;t want Aetharis, right?\u0026quot; Not at the beginning. Around the end that probably changed. She slips her fork into her hand and begins to eat whatever food is before her, not tasting any of it. \u0026quot;That clown yesterday said my daughter\u0026apos;s alive...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:22:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496269331,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori could only close her eyes and endure the experience that Aetharis forced her to suffer, that numbness in her loins which had replaced the pain that he had caused showing no signs of abating or turning to pleasure. He\u0026apos;d mounted her and rutted her like a beast of the field, and as restrained, magically sedated and now drugged as she was, the cocktail of misfortune that she\u0026apos;d been forced to endure seemed to stop Nerida from mounting any more physical resistance than she\u0026apos;d already tried to muster. Her disgust was written all over her pretty features, and although she couldn\u0026apos;t block out the images he was showing her Nerida still tried not to heed them. She was still sensible enough to know that he was trying to play with her mind as much as he was with her body, and Nerida refused stubbornly to let him claim both aspects of her within the space of one day.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:24:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496269442,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond takes the ale that she apparently already put in front of him, begins drinking. It must have been an oversight. And the food as well.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Who wants that elf? He just rapes any woman he sees fit to it... The only one he didn\u0026apos;t rape is the fox-lady Naerie...\u0026quot; who is apparently someone he never even slept with. Oh yes, the one he previously \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003Eed. The one whose room he slept in, only to have Eve witness that.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Your daughter? Your daughter... by whom, and from where? How old are we talking about?\u0026quot; he inquired. Are we talking about an actual girl who was birthen by Eve, or an unborn child? Is Eve pregnant right now? He needed to know more than just \u0026apos;a daughter\u0026apos;. \u0026quot;Let me guess.... the elf made you pregnant, right?\u0026quot; he asked the question.",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:26:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496269603,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis savagely rutting her body when he pulled his hands away from her and smiled. Letting the images die out, \u0026quot; oh might I suggest you never speak a word of this to any one, I will deny it and make you seem a little crazy, because they don\u0026apos;t know your memories are back. So imagine how it would seem that you come out proclaiming such thing. I will simply ensure that they seem like you are insane. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else but to finish enjoying her body as he saw fit. Getting closer to releasing inside of her, \u0026quot; hope you don\u0026apos;t mind the idea of this being on a regular time. I plan on making you see things in a different light. \u0026quot; This time with her was going to last a little while, even if the man releases would he be done with her?\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:30:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496269818,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith finishes her plate of food quickly enough in the quiet between them. \u0026quot;So that\u0026apos;s why you went for Naerie? Because she\u0026apos;s the only one around that isn\u0026apos;t damaged goods or an Aetharis castoff?\u0026quot; Even though she had been the one to proclaim it\u0026apos;s over, she\u0026apos;s still jealous that he\u0026apos;s moved on so quickly. What a hypocrite she is... \u0026quot;It wasn\u0026apos;t just him. It was also my creepy grandma.\u0026quot; Catching just how that sounds, she blushes. \u0026quot;Not like that!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:44:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496270644,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold walks down the stairs to the tavern still naked for being the tavern pet and goes over to the bar to see who is around and who needs to be served. She gave a quick nod to Aetharis\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:45:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496270704,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori felt his building desire even deep inside of her, his throbbing cock, his swollen tip, the frantic, wild thrusts of his hips as the knight lay supine beneath him. Nerida could feel all of it taking place deep within her, only she was too distraught and distressed to ever see how this could be considered pleasurable. There was once place buried deep inside of her svelte, honey-drenched walls that he pushed up against, a small, swollen button that turned her mind blank and forced her hips to rise and writhe whenever she felt it, but it never lasted long and when he pulled away it was gone. She\u0026apos;d been introduced to the act of love in the most evil and depraved of ways, and now that his release drew near Nerida could only hope that he would tire of her, her lack of reaction, her body hopefully boring to him.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:45:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496270719,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond blinked and raised his eyebrows in response to Eve\u0026apos;s question. \u0026quot;Not because of that, not at all...\u0026quot; but it was over. He saw no reason to keep dragging it on, given how Eve was already jealous. Still, being the loveslut he is, it can be expected that he\u0026apos;d develop a crush on Naerie rather quickly. And Eve should probably know that more than anyone else.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re losing me there, Eve... Do you have any idea how confusing and easy to take out-of-context that sounded?\u0026quot; he asked from her, then continued eating and drinking. \u0026quot;So what\u0026apos;cha gonna do?\u0026quot; he asked afterwards.",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:48:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496270913,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith sighs down into her drink. \u0026quot;Yeah, I know how it sounds,\u0026quot; she huffs, still blushing. \u0026quot;My grandma didn\u0026apos;t knock me up, but she undid the magic that the witch did. I became a fertile Mrytle again just in time for you, Aeth, and Bryce,\u0026quot; gosh, she\u0026apos;s gone full on whore! \u0026quot;to have a bit of fun. So now...we\u0026apos;ll see.\u0026quot; She lays her head down on the table. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t do much of anything other than to wait, let whatever happens happen, and accept the consequences.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:51:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496271070,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis finding it much more different now that he was close to climaxing. But to her knowledge the male was going to release inside of her, only when she felt him pressed hard and deep inside of her, that the swollen tip entered her womb he would have released all of his seed. Threads of semen pouring into her core, coating her walls with out restraint, even as he was releasing. It came clear that he didn\u0026apos;t even seemed to come close to stopping his act\u0026apos;s against her. \u0026quot; Oh we ain\u0026apos;t done Nerida, oh no we ain\u0026apos;t. There is still more to what I can do to you. \u0026quot; For now he would allow her to lay there being filled by his seed. Letting as much as possible fill her up before even attempting to pull out.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:53:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496271223,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raises his eyebrows once again. \u0026quot;And yet you called me a slut...\u0026quot; he said, and then, relating to her last sentence \u0026quot;... meanwhile, the three men, out of which one is bound to be the father of your child, is going to live his life happily, without any responsibility, or even knowledge that he has fathered a child. But I suspect the one who did it likely has fathered countless children without knowing it... Wait a minute... if Aetharis fucks just about every barmaid - save for my Naerie - where did the children go? I don\u0026apos;t ever see any children around here....\u0026quot; then his face goes pale.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t tell me that...\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EStill.... \u0026apos;his\u0026apos; Naerie? Steph, you\u0026apos;re revealing something there... you gonna make Eve blush and feel jealous again, aren\u0026apos;cha?",               "date": "2017-06-01T00:54:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496271273,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith does feel jealous again. So much so that she\u0026apos;s barely even able to hide the flush that decorates her cheeks. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EYou let him go. Get over it. The fact that he\u0026apos;s already claimed another proves you\u0026apos;re right.\u003C/span\u003E She bites her bottom lip and presses on. \u0026quot;Giving how distinctly different the three of you look,\u0026quot; ranging from skintone to species, \u0026quot;I imagine it\u0026apos;ll be obvious who the father is.\u0026quot; Unless she somehow manages to make a copy of herself, but none of them carry the ginger gene. \u0026quot;I had a daughter with my husband. She was stolen by a demon when she was just a week old. The clown said I had to make you smile before she\u0026apos;d help me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:00:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496271638,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori let out a wail of distress when she felt his hot, viscous seed erupting from his manhood and pouring forth into her the hot, wet confines of her fertile little cradle. The knight writhed beneath him, but not in pleasure, it was more of a physical reaction to the disgust she was feeling as he slowly filled her womb with glob after glob of his potent, strong seed. Her chest heaved, her body containing a sob as the grief overtook her senses and nearly forced her to let out another strangled cry of distaste at how he\u0026apos;d used her. Her poor body was so open and vulnerable to him that she started to fear, to worry about the life that they might both conceive. In a silent prayer to the Gods which had abandoned her, Nerida begged the powers that be to let no life come from this union, to let Aetharis release her so that she might return to her room and at least clean her body of his scent and his seed.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:00:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496271652,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raises his eyebrows again at Eve. \u0026quot;Is that so? So.... you make me smile, and the clown gives you back your daughter. That simple?\u0026quot; he asked, then just smiled at her. \u0026quot;Okay, you can tell the clown that you made me smile. After all, it\u0026apos;s that simple, right?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ENo, you idiot, it\u0026apos;s not that simple. And chances are, Eve will lecture you on why it\u0026apos;s not that simple. But then again... How can really know what is going on? \u0026quot;You can make me smile just by... forget about it. Just tell the clown that I smiled. Isn\u0026apos;t it that simple?\u0026quot;. Stephanus, you may be a paladin of high esteem, a man of justice, who is not just master of the sword, but also commands powerful forces of magic... but yet, you can be so dense sometimes. And that includes just now.",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:05:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496271907,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis feeling relieved and laid there with her under him with eyes looking at her, \u0026quot; saying this now, don\u0026apos;t think we are done with this, I am going to make sure you are well prepared when I am done, but for now you look tired. \u0026quot; While talking to her he gave her a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out of her body. Letting her feel his length rubbing against her tunnel, seeing as she has a distaste for it. This was going to be the beginning of her new life as his \u0026apos;hoard\u0026apos; what she didn\u0026apos;t know is the collar he put on her was much more special that he let on. Would explain later after he pulled out and gave both of her nipples a few minutes of suckling. When satisfied with the way she was, he got dressed and left her alone in the room.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:08:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496272111,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith sighs and shakes her head. \u0026quot;I wish.\u0026quot; Ah how naive the paladin is. \u0026quot;I have to stand in front of a bathroom mirror with a hangman\u0026apos;s noose, say her name three times-which I don\u0026apos;t even know- and you have to be giving a genuine smile. She said that post coitus grinning counts.\u0026quot; She sips her ale a bit uncomfortably. \u0026quot;How can I make you smile, Stephanus?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:11:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496272287,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs afterwards. How does she make him smile. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know. I never really knew what made me smile. I just smile when I see that justice has been served, or when someone tells me that she loves me, or when I... I don\u0026apos;t know.\u0026quot;he shrugged. \u0026quot;Guess we\u0026apos;ll go for the post-coitus grinning then?\u0026quot; he asked sarcastically, as it was clear from the tone.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I guess what really makes me smile is seeing other people smile. Unless I\u0026apos;m too lonely inside to care about that.\u0026quot; he finally \u0026apos;realized\u0026apos; that. \u0026quot;So basically... if I make you smile, and you smile, then I smile, and you will have made me smile.\u0026quot; he said, giving her the simple equation.",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:15:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496272540,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori curled into herself from the moment he left her body, her nakedness suddenly rendering the girl cold and exposed. She didn\u0026apos;t know how to make the dress return, she didn\u0026apos;t remember, and so instead when she was quite sure that he was gone the girl stole the sheet from his bed and wrapped it around her naked form as though it were a towel, hurrying to leave his room when she could no longer hear his footsteps. So much had happened, so much heartache and misery in one day. He had killed the man she love, robbed her of her purity and collared her like some common dog again. She opened the door to the room she\u0026apos;d been given only to slam it behind her quickly, the sheet she\u0026apos;d used to cover herself discarded in a heap on the floor outside. Only when she was happy that she was quite alone did Nerida finally burst into tears, heart-rending sobs filling the room around her. There was so much for her to mourn, so much she had lost, and Aetharis had robbed her of the chance for her revenge.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:16:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496272612,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith blinks several times at the man\u0026apos;s roundabout equation. \u0026quot;You sure are an odd one, Steph. Have they found a cure, yet?\u0026quot; Her face slips to a half grin.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:17:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496272631,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond laughs at Eve\u0026apos;s assertion. \u0026quot;If only there was a cure for that kind of sickness...\u0026quot; he laughed. This was a joke that did make him laugh. But then again, he wasn\u0026apos;t so much an odd one, as he was the loveslut Eve described him as. He, who never really had a family, who was raised from childhood with the idea of sacrificing everything he has for the well-being of others, whose whole life revolves around making the world a safer - and from his religion\u0026apos;s point of view, better - place to life... It is no wonder why others smiling makes him smile - to him, it is a sign that he is doing a good work, that he\u0026apos;s good at his job.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:19:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496272760,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis heard her move to her room only as he walked up behind Luna and laid a small gentle tap on her rear before sneaking up on Eve and Steph. With a really big smile, odd part is, he was in a unusual mood. \u0026quot; Well I see a potential couple before me. \u0026quot; Looking at both of them before raising both arms and gripping their clothing before lifting them up before walking them towards the red room he once used on the witch. If not walked but dragged them, humming to a tune. Even now as it was happening they would be both tossed into the room. \u0026quot; Oh mind you, both are not to come out till I hear, moaning and the sound of a good time. As for me, I need to give a lovely lady of the tavern some attention as well. \u0026quot; Closed the door before locking it shut, his attention now was towards Luna.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:23:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496273023,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hadn\u0026apos;t even remotely been expecting Aetharis to arrive, much less do something like that. \u0026quot;Couple?\u0026quot; She isn\u0026apos;t sure if he\u0026apos;s being serious or ironic. \u0026quot;No we--\u0026quot; she\u0026apos;s then picked up and carried over to the red room. \u0026quot;Wait, Aeth. What the fuc-\u0026quot; and then the door is shut in her face. Confused, concerned, and a bit amused at the randomness of it all, she stares over at Stephanus. Or had he escaped?\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:27:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496273234,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not escape. He couldn\u0026apos;t even resist being dragged over by the elf, so he was carried over to that room alongside Eve. \u0026quot;Now what the...\u0026quot; then he looked at Eve. \u0026quot;Oh great, so we\u0026apos;re trapped, and he\u0026apos;ll only let us go if we both moan? How convenient. I always knew that he was a pervert, but a voyeur?!\u0026quot; he asked from Eve, feigning outragedness. \u0026quot;Oh wait, he\u0026apos;s gone, he ain\u0026apos;t watching... Good.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:29:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496273374,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis walked into the main room of the tavern while keeping a ear out for the two. \u0026quot; Oh don\u0026apos;t thing I don\u0026apos;t know what is happening in there, longer nothing is happening, you will remain in there!. \u0026quot; Speaking or yelling loud enough for them to hear him. But his eyes now resting on Luna, and wondering what she will do or is doing before the male had thoughts of what he might do to her. Be it a little different than what was done last time. Aeth was merely going things as he always did.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:36:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496273804,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith looks at Stephanus. \u0026quot;He can\u0026apos;t honestly think...\u0026quot; she trails off as she hears the hybrid\u0026apos;s voice call out and declare just what the circumstance calls for her. \u0026quot;What a weird guy.\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t take her clothes off, but walks around, seeking a window or somewhere she might escape from. Hadn\u0026apos;t she been thrown out of this room before by such a way?\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:39:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496273974,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs. \u0026quot;I think that\u0026apos;s not...\u0026quot; never mind. She was already trying to escape. Then he yawned. \u0026quot;If only I could blast the door open... wait.... Blast the door open. Do you think that thunderbolts can dent the door?\u0026quot; he asked from Eve. \u0026quot;How much damage can thunder do to such a door?\u0026quot; he asked the question, looking at Eve. He had all the clothes on, just like she did.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:41:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274076,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith listens to his suguand stops her searching. \u0026quot;Thunder, huh? Maybe we\u0026apos;ll get lucky. Give it a shot.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:45:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274325,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold looks over to Aetharis \u0026quot;Umm can I help you master?\u0026quot; she asked backing a away a couple of feet\n",                "date": "2017-06-01T01:45:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274359,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames wakes up in the forge, his arms would attempt to clutch for Eve, but the woman was long gone. The warmth of her presence didn\u0026apos;t even linger. He sighed as he got to his feet from the table. He clothed himself quickly. His ears perked as a ring fell from his pocket onto the stone floor. He eyes it curiously and picks it up, only to remember it was Stephanus\u0026apos; ring to Mary. He smiles if only for a moment while continuing to clothe himself. He would at least return the ring to the paladin. He would leave the forge and enter the Tavern\u0026apos;s common room. Glancing about for either the ginger or the paladin. But saw neither, only a few other customers and Aeth. They haven\u0026apos;t formally introduced each other, but he approached the man, \u0026quot;Hello sir, have you seen Eve? We were in the Forge and...\u0026quot; He chewed on his lips for words, \u0026quot;I just want to find her and talk to her.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:46:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274404,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods to Eve, and backs away from the door, and his hands begin to flash up, two balls of thunder appearing in them. Then he holds his hands together, as the thunderball starts getting bigger, then he... ends up releasing that ball towards the door, which goes into the door, with some impact... it all depends on whether Aeth placed a rune on it or not. If he was careless enough not to seal the door magically, only the lock, then the door justs gets blasted apart, letting the two leave at will. But if Aetharis placed some kind of magical rune to protect the door from magical damage such as this... then they\u0026apos;re screwed and have to wait for rescue, unless they resign to their fate.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:48:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274513,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis smiles at her and nods. \u0026quot; Yes you can help me. Just know this is normal for the master to make sure the pet is taken care of. \u0026quot; But would stop and look at the other male and a idea came into his head and would show Bryce to the room which Eve was in and unlocked the door for him. \u0026quot; In here sir, but do know that there should be moaning. \u0026quot; Only then he would slightly push him into the room then locked the door, now that was that he snapped his fingers. Knowing they wouldn\u0026apos;t undress their selves. Oh yes he would have made sure they couldn\u0026apos;t use magic to get out. Even their clothing would start to deteriorate. Once he had three of them in a room, Aeth returned to Luna with a smile pinning her against the wall. \u0026quot; Well isn\u0026apos;t a pet suppose to make sure her master is happy, let\u0026apos;s start with your mouth then move on. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:50:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274628,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold gulps \u0026quot;What if I refuse?\u0026apos; she asked not really sure if she was in the mood today. \u0026quot;Aren\u0026apos;t there customers who need service?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:52:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274731,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hears Bryce\u0026apos;s voice just a few moments before he\u0026apos;s thrown in. She leans against the far wall, her arms folded and looking surly. \u0026quot;Welcome to the sex dungeon,\u0026quot; she says with a sigh. Feeling a sudden breeze, Eve\u0026apos;s head jerks down. \u0026quot;Are you kidding me?\u0026quot; The ginger yelps. Even though both Bryce and Stephanus have seen everything, she still covers her chest and crosses her legs. \u0026quot;Well...you two have at it.\u0026quot; With each other. \u0026quot;He needs moaning.\u0026quot; Judging by her tone, she\u0026apos;s teasing.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:53:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274798,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry they are busy, only when they all get hot and heavy they will be able to leave once they have sufficiently reach their peak of sexual hunger. \u0026quot; Looking at her, \u0026quot; if you refuse then you wouldn\u0026apos;t be the tavern pet, and lacking on your duties. More over then you will have to wear clothing for a week. \u0026quot; Informing her of what he was going to do to her, after all she didn\u0026apos;t like wearing clothing and it would be a lot faster just to go with the flow.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:54:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496274862,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames blinked a few times, did he just get tossed into a room? Ever so casually? He groaned at Eve\u0026apos;s suggestion, despite his eyes not watning to avert from her. \u0026quot;Great to see you too, Honey.\u0026quot; His eyes finally tear from Eve as he glances over at Stephanus, \u0026quot;Well, weirdest place to have this happen, but...\u0026quot; He offers the ring to Stephanus, \u0026quot;This was MAry\u0026apos;s. I found it when I was out on a mission a few days ago. Figured you should have it back.\u0026quot; If Aeth was as powerful as everyone said, there was only in fact one way out. \u0026quot;Stephanus. Have you tried some spells already?\u0026quot; Got to cover basics before suggesting anything else.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T01:59:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275154,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold sighs a bit \u0026quot;Better than being tossed into that room\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-06-01T02:01:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275277,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodding before he pet her on the head and waited for her to act out what he wanted upon him taking a few steps back. \u0026quot; Alright now begin, quicker it gets done the better. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:02:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275328,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond took the ring back to Byrce. \u0026quot;Thank you, I was looking for this... Too bad about the owner of the ring...\u0026quot; he spent a few seconds reminiscing about Mary. Then turned his attention back to the present.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well, I did try a few spells, but none of them worked. And I would rather wait an eternity than turn to sodomy...\u0026quot; he said, glaring at Eve. \u0026quot;So... you two can have it, I\u0026apos;m staying out of this.\u0026quot; he said, pointing at Byrce and Eve. \u0026quot;Unless faked moans will do just fine... will faked moans do just fine? Let\u0026apos;s find out.\u0026quot; the paladin said, asking Eve and Byrce to make fake moans, to see if it will open the door. Probably not.",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:02:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275360,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith isn\u0026apos;t even going to try. \u0026quot;An asshole as old as Aeth is going to know when something\u0026apos;s fake. Bryce, lay down on the table and prepare for sodomy. Steph, you can have...the other hole.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:05:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275505,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames blinks awkwardly, \u0026quot;Prepare for what?\u0026quot; In all truth, he wasn\u0026apos;t too familiar with butt play, despite having some previously. Surprising just what happens when you\u0026apos;re drunk in taverns. Gritting his teeth, he had a feeling he may not like what was going to happen soon as he hesitantly laid himself down.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:08:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275690,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis listening but would leave Luna alone for a while, as he walked behind the counter and pulled a small hand mirror out and sat on the stool watching them closely. Chuckling as the thought of this happening. Only to make it more interesting, he\u0026apos;d even give them a few \u0026apos;toys\u0026apos; of their pickings.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:08:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275727,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head at Eve. \u0026quot;No, I will not sodomize another man, nor I will be sodomized. I will rather choose death.... in fact...\u0026quot; he takes out his sword. \u0026quot;Maybe there\u0026apos;s an easier way out of here?\u0026quot; he asked from the two, referring to the idea of suicide - if they can\u0026apos;t get out of there without turning to something like that... why even try to get out.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he will put away his sword. \u0026quot;You two can have fun with that, but I will take no part in it. Unless you two figure something out...\u0026quot; he sure was squeamish. Maybe if Eve was the one who volunteered for that treatment?",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:10:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496275823,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith watches Stephanus take out his sword, hadn\u0026apos;t Aeth gotten rid of that, and shakes her head. \u0026quot;No... no. I\u0026apos;m saying you can have me like you did before, Steph. You can have me in the crotch.\u0026quot; She has no way to make this less awkward, so she wants to get it out of the way. She sighs and walks over to Aeth\u0026apos;s walls, looking for some oil or sort of lube. The toys choose that moment to appear. \u0026quot;...good hell, he\u0026apos;s nuts..\u0026quot; she mutters, shaking her head. Eve walks over to where Bryce is and begins to tease along his shaft with her tongue. A hand beckons Stephanus forward and will rub him with her hand, should he be obedient to the call. If his behavior thus far is any indication...Steph\u0026apos;s not getting a hand job.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:16:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496276181,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Kellam the Thief was more than tired as he trudged through the the forest along a narrow dirt road. The sky was getting dark and he wasnt particularly fond of spending another night outside sleeping in the trees with the bugs and annoying birds. He was already starting to look up at the branches above when the scent of wood smoke reached his sensitive nose. Was it a camp fire? It was hard to say but he took to the growing shadows between the trees until he came to a odd clearing. The dirt road seemed to lead right to a large building of sorts built next to a decent sized river. It was quaint and showed signs of well use as well as the plume of smoke rising from the chimney. An Inn? Kellam raised a brow as he exited the tree line and approached the front door. Sure, he might have looked the villain with his black leather armor and belts holding his knives. The largest of the belts was at his hip and held his scabbard and short sword. Even his cloak was black and his hood was pulled up over his head and he wore a opaque vale over the lower half of his face out of habit and all that was visible was his heterochromic blue and brown eyes with a long scar over the blue one. He strained his hearing, his slightly pointed ears hidden within the well of his hood before simply pushing the wood door open to step inside and look around.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIt was oddly empty for an Inn of that size but he did spot two people, a very nude vixen and very tall elven man with white hair. Kellam snorted softly as he moved towards the bar where the other male was and dropped his pack next to a stool before sitting down while pulling down the vale that hid the lower half of his scarred face. \u0026quot;This place open, sire?\u0026quot; He asked the taller man. \u0026quot;Who\u0026apos;s th\u0026apos; Inn keepah?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:17:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496276272,                "user": "Kellam the Thief"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold looks over to Kellam and waves \u0026quot;Hello there.\u0026quot; she said before pointing to Aetharis \u0026quot;He is the owner but I can help you if you need anything\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-06-01T02:19:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496276355,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodding before he looked into the mirror once more and smiled then put it away as he his attention is now looking the other male before him. \u0026quot; Welcome to the tavern how can we help you. As she said you can ask her if you need anything. \u0026quot; Wouldn\u0026apos;t be long before Aeth his self started to ensure they couldn\u0026apos;t harm them selves in the room. Due to the reason it was getting a lot of their pent up lust out, hopefully it will help them calm down and get collective when interacting with one another. Wouldn\u0026apos;t be long before he grabbed a tankard of water for Kellam. \u0026quot; Well here is some water and do enjoy, I am slightly busy with something at hand. But refer to Luna if you need something.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:22:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496276554,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames couldn\u0026apos;t help but give a low growl when she mentioned having Stephanus take part. A part of him hoped she didn\u0026apos;t hear that or even Setphanus himself. However, his thought process was completely taken away the moment Eve begin playing his cock with her tongue. His arm would reach for her side as he gulped. He could tell Eve was just doing enough effort to give him the erection. After the passion they had just endured from the Forge, it was disappointing, but he said nothing of it, allowing her to keep her focus as he runs his fingers through her hair. \u0026quot;Still great to see you though, Gorgeous.\u0026quot; He was gonna try to make this as easy as possible for her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:22:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496276562,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond walks forward to watch as Eve is teaching Byrce. He waits for Eve to get in the proper position to be... taken from the behind, to say the least. After all, the sooner they get it over with, the better. So, while Eve appears to be busy teasing Byrce with her tongue... our paladin has already gotten erect upon the sight of an Eve with easily accessible body parts, so he would just take his hands onto her buttocks, and penetrate her feminine part from the behind. That is what they would call the style of the dogs.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAfter all, she didn\u0026apos;t give him any instructions. So now Byrce will have to up his game, especially if Eve would moan to this. He\u0026apos;s probably going to want to have a word with the paladin after this. To Stephanus, it seems almost instinctive to take on Eve from the behind, and just push into her without any warning. And push into her roughly, he does.",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:29:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496276954,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Kellam the Thief tilted his head in the direction of the vixen before nodding in response to her without having to turn around to face her. To the Inn Keeper, he simply nodded as he took the tankard of water from him. Though, he would sniff its contents as he brought it up to hips lips before he actually took a sip. Safety purposes, of course. He would leave the man to his business, whatever it may be before calling over his shoulder to the serving girl. \u0026quot;Oi, ya got any good ale \u0026apos;ere, deary?\u0026quot; He then paused for a moment in consideration before speaking again. \u0026quot;An\u0026apos; dinnah too?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:31:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496277097,                "user": "Kellam the Thief"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold nods \u0026quot;Coming right up. Aetharis do you want to cook this man some dinner or do you want me to?\u0026quot; she said playing with the collar around her neck which was the only thing she was wearing.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:33:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496277205,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith continues to roll her tongue over Bryce\u0026apos;s member, her sucking gaining in intensity. As soon as he gets an erection, she uses some of the lube she got from the wall to rub over his shaft. She begins to stand, only to get penetrated roughly by Stephanus. There\u0026apos;s no denying the pleasure on her face and yelp of surprise. \u0026quot;Mmm,\u0026quot; she sighs, her eyes momentarily closing. \u0026quot;Uh--\u0026quot; she feels herself clenching tightly to Stephanus, still partially bent over. \u0026quot;Alright...Stephanus, you lay on the table. I\u0026apos;ll get on you. Bryce, you can stand and take me from behind.\u0026quot; Positioning problems. She aims to pull off the paladin and wait for them to do as instructed. Should he move to the table, as asked, she\u0026apos;ll slowly lower herself onto Steph and wait for Bryce to take her ass.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:33:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496277223,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis nodded to Luna, \u0026quot; you can, I am currently watching a few people, this is important to my work. \u0026quot; With that he would leave Luna to service the male, as it was too entertaining for him to pry his eyes way.\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:34:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496277295,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Luna Gold nods and goes and starts cooking. She places some meat on the grill and puts some veggies in a pan before coming out with some ale for the man. \u0026quot;Here you go. Dinner will be ready in a few\u0026quot; she said giving up a slight bow before going back into the kitchen\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:37:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496277433,                "user": "Luna Gold"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames tensed with a slight urge of jealousy. But his eyes were feeling hazy. Oh no, he remembered this feeling before. It was Aeth\u0026apos;s damn mead! The pink stuff! But how did he have them drink this? Bryce hadn\u0026apos;t accepted a drink at all. His focus goes lurid as Eve\u0026apos;s slurps down on his cock. The thought passes from his mind as Eve instructs them to move. Another clinch of jealousy, this one was far more guttural though. Lowly humming in Eve\u0026apos;s ears as she lowered herself onto his proud and lubricated shaft. He gasps for air, her spincter was so tight that it was difficult to penetrate, despite the lubrication. Seeing that she was finding difficulty in this, he leans over her back, his right hand reaching around to claim her breast as his left hand held her by her hip. Supporting her and giving him leverage as they continued to bob her up and down his shaft till he finally gave a full breach to her anal cavity. With his heightened awareness, the sensation was maddening as he delivers a firm slap to her asscheek as per his left hand. his teeth even latched onto her shoulder blades. Biting down with immense force before kissing along her spine, what all was readily available to him as he lashed at her back with his tongue. His right hand wouldn\u0026apos;t be forgotten in this, instead, it would be enjoying its own fervor as he squeezes the palmful of her breasts. His thumb teasing her nipples in just the way he knew she loved. \u0026quot;Eve!\u0026quot; He growled into her ears from behind, \u0026quot;By the God\u0026apos;s Eve, you\u0026apos;re. so. tight!!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-01T02:45:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496277955,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 1., csütörtök, 11:04:47"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Failed Squire The tavern\u0026apos;s door opened with a small shove, Fenton stumbling inside with a loud sigh, \u0026quot;God that was a long ass mission!\u0026quot; He made his way to the bar, a bag tied to his hip - hitting against his sword and his leg. As he sat down he boasted aloud, \u0026quot;...I found someone who was haveing a troll problem,\u0026quot; he bragged, setting the bag on the table, \u0026quot;They paid me a whole ten copper to kill it!\u0026quot; He then jingled a small coin purse - by the sound of it there was plenty of empty space in it.\n",               "date": "2017-06-02T00:32:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496356342,                "user": "Failed Squire"            },            {                "content": "Ashton Allen Looks up from his table, raising a brow at the other. \u0026quot;Wow...\u0026quot; he said, sarcasm dripping. \u0026quot;A whole ten coppers...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-02T00:34:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496356480,                "user": "Ashton Allen"            },            {                "content": "Failed Squire allowing the head in a sack to roll around Fenton glanced to ashton, \u0026quot;...Do...\u0026quot; he paused, tilting his head, \u0026quot;...Think they only gave me seven, or something? i counted twice, i know I got ten.\u0026quot; he nodded a few times.\n",               "date": "2017-06-02T00:35:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496356543,                "user": "Failed Squire"            },            {                "content": "Ashton Allen Shrugs. \u0026quot;Its more like, that isnt much. I know some men who get paid twice that amount.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-02T00:36:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496356601,                "user": "Ashton Allen"            },            {                "content": "Failed Squire he hesitated, tilting his head to the side, \u0026quot;Ah. So i was ripped off.\u0026quot; he pondered this, though shrugged with a smile, \u0026quot;I will be able to buy another night in the stable for a copper, get a meal of bread and water for a copper - no matter what i made money today!\u0026quot; he cheered, seeming oddly fine with what happened. he did note, \u0026quot;yeeaah, im more used to pricing human life rather then monster life. Killing trolls is pretty new to me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-02T00:46:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496357174,                "user": "Failed Squire"            },            {                "content": "Ashton Allen makes a face.\n",                "date": "2017-06-02T00:46:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496357200,                "user": "Ashton Allen"            },            {                "content": "Failed Squire Fenton is 100% sure it is a proud face. yup. Totally.\n",               "date": "2017-06-02T00:50:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496357458,                "user": "Failed Squire"            },            {                "content": "Ashton Allen Shakes head and reads.\n",                "date": "2017-06-02T00:55:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496357716,                "user": "Ashton Allen"            },            {                "content": "No-hat returns\n",                "date": "2017-06-02T02:14:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496362471,                "user": "No-hat"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 2., péntek, 19:25:23"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Elven_Huntress goes behind the bar since there are no bartender and took out a book while she waited for something to happen\n",                "date": "2017-06-03T22:14:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496520890,                "user": "Elven_Huntress"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 3., szombat, 10:40:46"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis Took him a while but Aeth finally managed to get around and produce some hot and ready meals for his patrons and customers. Being the only person there today, he found it to be really good and well it felt nice to be back. For now he just been relaxing while sitting behind the bar\u0026apos;s counter on a stool. Working more and more on thoughts, this was good for him. Only more and less that he was thinking about something else. Not sure of what he was going to be doing now, even now he was slightly at a standstill with his self. At least up till he finally stood back up and grabbed a few things to eat and a tankard of water. Not entirely sure what he was going to do, other than see whom was around.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:21:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496611270,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Artemisia Dawn slowly walked in, her bare feet hardly making any sound as she made her way through the room. The creature was covered in a battered cloth, yet it\u0026apos;s edge was embroidered in the golden silk line creating intricate designs resembling nature. Slowly she found a place to sit, close to a window to which she would sometimes look outside. Finally dainty hands were revealed from under the cloak\u0026apos;s sleeves and they pulled down the hood that shadowed the delicate feature. Golden brown locks framed the blushed face of the creature as a crown of flowers sat upon her head. Her hands now rested upon her knees as she carefully listened to the sounds around her. The creature looked like a mere human.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:30:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496611808,                "user": "Artemisia Dawn"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Finished eating before looking up and seen some one sitting near a window and smiled a little. Walking over to her and bent down a little, \u0026quot; welcome miss, anything you like to have or need? \u0026quot; Wondering if she did need something. Emerald eyes looking at her, even the white hair fluttering from a sight breeze, thankfully he always wore a white silk shirt and pants to allow his body to remain cool. From this the man waited to see what the lady might have in mind or something else. Never was sure what each person wanted when ever they came in. For him it was always nice to keep a eye out for new people that come in. Or more so would keep in mind that it would be hard to even know what else they look for.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:35:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496612121,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Artemisia Dawn had not expected company so soon. Her eyes looked up when a voice spoke, it was close very close. Those vivid grins locked in with his emerald and finally it dawned on her he had made a question. She stood up rather abrubtly before curtsying a little out of respect and finally she shook her head. \u0026quot;I thank you very much, yet perhaps I might not have enough to cover for the expenses.\u0026quot; She told him with a nod of her head. She came seeking shelter, a place to rest, and to observe, to watch those that walk in the light even as the sun had began to set. Her hands were now gently fumbling with each other covered by the cloak while she stood in his company.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:40:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496612430,                "user": "Artemisia Dawn"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looking her over and sighed, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry about it, though we can figure something out. \u0026quot; Turned from her and walked away for a moment before bringing her something to eat and a tankard of water before setting it on the table. \u0026quot; You are probably hungry and thirsty, still why would you travel out to such a place, not entirely the safest at times, but can provide a room for you miss to sleep. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t entirely a mean or bad person as every one makes out to be, there for he was full of being a generous person this time around. Wondered where she came from. \u0026quot; I am curious where did you travel from, many people generally come from cities or from adventuring, you have different clothing. So I am curious about that as well? \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:48:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496612880,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Artemisia Dawn watches him as he sighed and she bit her lip in thought. There, it seemed she had bothered him as he decided he\u0026apos;d figure something out. She looked back up as he was walking away from her. \u0026quot;You don\u0026apos;t have to...,\u0026quot; She whispered but it was too late and her eyes returned to the window. She had really mostly come to sit down and rest her legs, after all one gets usually tired from walking or in her case maybe even running. It was a surprise, even though he had said he\u0026apos;d do it, when he came back with some food and water. She looked up at him almost questioningly, as if asking permission. \u0026quot;You are too inquisitive for your own good. I\u0026apos;ve been taken away from my home and I can\u0026apos;t go back. Thus I can only run forwards.\u0026quot; She told him as if that answered his curiosity.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:52:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496613139,                "user": "Artemisia Dawn"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis raising a brow before smiling and sitting across from her, \u0026quot; well then tell me about it, I might be able to help out. \u0026quot; Wondering if she would open up a little and inform him about where she came from or at least who took her and from where. While sitting there his eyes didn\u0026apos;t leave her at all, only examining her completely trying to figure out why she was on the run. Or more so what could have made them take her in the first place. Only this would satisfy his curiosity. It was a small chance that he would be different today, little did most know it wasn\u0026apos;t always one way with him, maybe he could help or even guide her in a way for her to really get a night\u0026apos;s rest along with some hint of safety from those chasing her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T23:57:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496613446,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Artemisia Dawn sighs softly as he seemed to sit down now, right across from her as she sat too. She didn\u0026apos;t know what to say and it seemed he wouldn\u0026apos;t let the subjust go. She listened to his resquest as she took a bite from the food he had brought to her so kindly. \u0026quot;There is no need to bore anyone with details. I was just taken, fled, and can\u0026apos;t return. I bet many have the same stories.\u0026quot; She had mentioned. Revealing her story would reveal who she was and Artemisia wasn\u0026apos;t ready to show the world she was an angel yet, it was suicidal.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T00:01:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496527311,                "user": "Artemisia Dawn"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looking at her and smiled, \u0026quot; oh do please tell me, despite that I am willing to listen, just speak. \u0026quot; All he said, having taken a small liking to her, this male wasn\u0026apos;t going to drop it completely. Only that he was being sincere about the subject. Only would he act on what she tells him, or even might do what it takes to help her out in ways of what ever might happen. Or could be he knows something and not revealing it, couldn\u0026apos;t be that, as he was waiting patiently for her to talk openly to him.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T00:07:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496527671,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Artemisia Dawn looks down quietly and shakes her head to him. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not willing to share such information yet. I was really young when darkness took over, when I was taken. Things looked really bleak but the quieter I became the wiser I got, I learned to listen and obey and soon had the chance to no longer stay. I took in a run never to look back but what I once called a home was destroyed and light tainted with darkness could never fully become light again.\u0026quot; She told him trying not to reveal too much of what she was or where she came from.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T00:16:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496528211,                "user": "Artemisia Dawn"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis kept looking at her and thought of something but he would dismiss it and then smile, \u0026quot; well if this darkness is really as bad as you say, I can offer you protection in return for something. Oh trust me I am different than what you will meet from time to time. I am not simple either. A little more than your average half-elf being. \u0026quot; Way he spoke might have given her a small incline that he was a little more than she might suspect. Only now as he would stop talking to her and wait for her answer, maybe, just maybe he could in act what he is going to do if she was what he thought.\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T00:22:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496528563,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Artemisia Dawn was trying very hard not to reveal herself to him. After all, she know those who would hunger for a creature like her, even if she was fallen, she had been one of the few to maintain her light. She frowned slightly as he spoke, as he tried to struck a deal, the creature taking a sip out of the glass of water in which he had offered her. \u0026quot;I have brought myself here with all but a scratch, haven\u0026apos;t I? what kind of protection could you possibly give me? I\u0026apos;m not a damsel in distress like your comman princess or neko.\u0026quot; She told him wondering what it was he was offering and even more curious as to what he would want in return. \u0026quot;And say that I do accept it, once it has been shown of value to me, what is it you want in return?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-04T00:29:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496528975,                "user": "Artemisia Dawn"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 4., vasárnap, 10:55:18"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Elesa Silverwing What\u0026apos;re the rules on ads here?\n",                "date": "2017-06-05T22:05:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496693131,                "user": "Elesa Silverwing"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 5., hétfő, 10:59:45"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis could be found sleeping on the couch next to the fire placing, breathing lightly was different from others as it could have seemed like he was dead. Wasn\u0026apos;t dead just a very deep sleeper. Didn\u0026apos;t really mind it as the tavern was quiet at this time, no one was around and didn\u0026apos;t seem like they would be coming in any time soon. With that he took the opportunity to sleep next to the fire and relax, hadn\u0026apos;t expected to pass out like that. What was the plan for the day upon waking up this was the mystery as he had many things to do, one was in the works while other\u0026apos;s where just side thoughts. Only this moment was good enough for relaxing, still not a sound at all, nor was there other bodies about. Thought they either were in the rooms they wanted or had left some time ago, the male felt the fire\u0026apos;s warmth against his body, kept him warm while he slept more into the day.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T22:32:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496781124,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori had locked herself in her room some days prior, unable to emerge in the time that passed. The only things she had asked for from the staff had been baths and some water, both of which had been provided, the staff obliging her even when the girl was barely able to whisper a muttered thanks to them. Long days had passed since Aetharis had taken her, and in the hurt and confusion that followed him having defiled her Nerida had secreted herself away in order to recall and process the memories he had unlocked within her mind. That he had drugged her to begin with was unforgivable, but to now know that he had killed the man she had loved so dearly and locked away her memories of the time they\u0026apos;d spent together? It had driven the little knight to the brink of insanity. At last she understood what in her heart she always felt had been missing, but her thirst for vengeance only grew stronger. He was the source of ruin in her life, and Nerida decided that his life would pay the forfeit.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T22:40:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496781626,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis continued to sleep peacefully up till the point his stomach started to growl at him, this would have woken him up and completely smiled, not really knowing what will be made. Yawning followed by stretching, he finally sat up from the couch, then stood up looking around slightly tired from waking up. Parched from sleeping with mouth open, walked over to the counter and grabbed a tankard, then walked over to the keg with water. Filling it up before drinking all of the water, felt refreshed. Content with the feeling of not being parched the male would walk into the kitchen and start a fire, then added a few pans. Once that was done he moved to pull out a couple of eggs and a couple pieces of steak to cook.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T22:44:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496781888,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis continued to sleep peacefully on the couch, over the hours of sleeping there his mouth became parched due to the dry air from the fire. Only thing that brought him out of the deep sleep was the rumbling stomach, calling for food. Fluttering eyes open to look around, hearing the grumbling for food. Sighed a little before sitting up with one hand pushing against the couch. Slowly he would sluggishly stand up, walking across the floor to the counter reaching for a tankard, after that he\u0026apos;d slowly walk over to the nearest keg filled with water and filled this tankard. Moment it was filled he\u0026apos;d start drinking it to quench this thirst and moisten his throat. Only after that he made his way to the kitchen so that food can be prepared, grabbing a pan along with a pot, setting both of the grate before starting the fire. Eggs and steak along with some vegetables would be used to make a decent breakfast.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T23:07:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496783228,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori could barely make out the smell of food wafting towards the room, but when the scent slipped beneath the crack in the door and filled the air around her Nerida realised for the first time in days that she had become hungry. Her grief had consumed her to the extent where she\u0026apos;d neglected her appetite, but in the minutes that passed while Aetharis cooked Nerida\u0026apos;s hunger for revenge was almost matched in ferocity by her hunger for some real food. The girl knew without question it would be Aetharis, her memories calling her back to a time when more often then not he\u0026apos;d be in the kitchen, times she\u0026apos;d cherished as a few moments to steal away in peace with the man she\u0026apos;d loved.Though the thought called tears to the corners of her eyes and a mournful smile to her face, Nerida still pondered what she should do about her present predicament. The little Knight was still too full of pride and disgust for her to go to the kitchens while she thought he might be there, so instead she decided to wait. When he was done, she\u0026apos;d make herself something quickly and look for a knife with which to cut the collar from around her throat. Her armour had been discarded and hastily forgotten in Aetharis\u0026apos; room, and she suspected he held her weapons there as well.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T23:17:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496783837,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis flipping eggs and steak around in the pan to help cook them evenly, steaming the vegetables to help keep some of the nutrients. Taken at least a few minutes to fully prepare a meal, had some left over, though he didn\u0026apos;t forget to use seasoning and a few leafs to spice up flavor\u0026apos;s. Serving his own plate he left some in the pan for others that might need to eat. Left the kitchen only minutes later walking past Nerida\u0026apos;s room with a fresh plate of cooked food before opening his door after a minute of passing by her room. Closing the door behind him, moved over and sat down at the edge of the bed to look at Nerida\u0026apos;s armor and smile, but he made sure the new collar wouldn\u0026apos;t come off easily. Ensured that it would remain on her neck this time, thought\u0026apos;s running through his mind while he slowly ate at his meal. More so would enjoy some time with her once more. What more could happen when he is able to fully give her a \u0026apos;present\u0026apos;.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T23:28:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496784536,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori was in motion from the moment she heard his room door close behind him, tip-toeing out of her own confined quarters and out into the corridor before she had the chance to talk herself out of it. Nerida knew that it was crazy, that as far as anyone else was concerned she was still a guest and able to come and go as she pleased, but there was something about the new addition to her look that the proud girl just couldn\u0026apos;t bear to have the others see. A collar was something to be placed on a dog, or a cat to warn the birds away. Like some domestic pet Nerida too was forced to tolerate such humiliation, and should it be seen then she\u0026apos;d be forced to explain how Aetharis had gotten close enough to her to slip it around her neck. Even the dress she was wearing was one that he\u0026apos;d had made for her, as though he were trying to strip back her identity and dress her like a doll. The thought was almost enough to put the girl off her food, but her thinking was soon changed when she set foot in the kitchen. The first thing she did was grab a plate of what had been prepared, and then a fork and a sharp knife to follow. The girl hurried back to her room, where she placed the plate on her dresser and immediately set about trying to cut the collar from her neck.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T23:38:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496785101,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis taking bites out of the meal and enjoyed it more and more each time, though he finally finished a little later and stood up before walking out of the room heading towards the kitchen. Not paying mind that some one might have taken more food from there. But in fact he finally had the idea to bake a cake, why a cake well then it would make a very delicious cake. It was for a surprise and treat all of his patrons and customers. Building the fire once more while grabbing all the ingredient to make the cake. From food to sweet smell of something being made was happening. Filling the tavern with a sweet aroma. If Nerida found that the collar she wore wasn\u0026apos;t going to be cut easily, a mistake last time was fixed. Each cut would repair it\u0026apos;s self, this collar was made just for her. Smiling in the kitchen while thinking of what will she do once he was able to really leave her with a little more than a collar. Sighed upon him pouring the cake batter into cake pans before shoving them into the stone oven. After he had placed the cake\u0026apos;s into the oven he began working on some frozen treats.\n",               "date": "2017-06-06T23:50:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496785847,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 6., kedd, 20:01:40"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his appearence in the tavern in what one might describe in the usual manner: tired, sleepy, yawning, and just generally unenthusiastic about the day\u0026apos;s direction. But at least he had no stings today. He enters the tavern yawning, simultaneously deep in thought about all the things he had fun doing lately, all the things he\u0026apos;s missing right now - such as certain individuals he had fun with lately. So he goes on to take a seat near the bar, so he can spend more time being deep in thought.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T18:31:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496853063,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis slides her tongue out of her maw, tasting the new scent in the air. With a soft sigh, a cat-sized-dragoness (with the proportions of a proper western dragon) slides out from among the flames. Shining, copper scales cast an obnoxious glint to make sure all around her are aware of the little reptile\u0026apos;s presence. Though she may have the stature of youth, an assortment of ash grey scars line her figure; ugly bald spots that show she\u0026apos;s seen some level of battle. Without waiting for introductions or a barmaid to take Stephanus\u0026apos; order, Aeralis scuttles over to sit on the bartop beside him. The man is of course warened of her approach by the gentle clicking of granite colored talons against the array of wooden structures.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T18:39:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496853575,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond does notice a newcomer in the tavern... but he didn\u0026apos;t know it would be a reptile out of all things. A tiny dragon, basically. Does that even qualify as a dragon? - he thinks to himself, having seen dragons before in his life. He has seen dragons before, therefore, unlike others, he does not see this dragonling - one that happens to be the size of a common domestic feline - as anything threatening.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAnd this dragonling starts to sit on the bartop besides him. He has no clue how to react. Can these tiny dragonlings even talk? - he thinks to himself, just to see if attempting to communicate with it is futile or not. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s not an usual sight here, I have to give it to them...\u0026quot; he just says to the nothingness, remarking that such beings weren\u0026apos;t seen in this tavern before.",               "date": "2017-06-07T18:42:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496853775,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Jemet Nasir yawns and stretches, limbs reaching for the ceiling as he rolls onto his back. He wonders how may weeks it\u0026apos;s been since he first fell asleep. He slides to the floor, landing on all fours and stretches each limb either in front or behind him. He wondered if they served real food in this place. Breakfast would be nice. That was more time he could dedicate to exploring the area. He slips through the door, gliding almost silently down the stairs, landing on the floor of the tavern. He heads over to the bar and sets a rather beautiful looking hour glass on the counter. Let\u0026apos;s see how long it takes this time.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T18:44:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496853861,                "user": "Jemet Nasir"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis stares at Stephanus, both eyes like twin pools of fire. Her tongue stretches out once more, drinking in the fresh stink of Jemet before turning her attention back to Stephanus. \u0026quot;Would it be more usual if I gained a few hundred pounds?\u0026quot; She asks with a chuckle. Though the critter is small and nonthreatening, her voice is aged decades beyond that. A paw is lifted to the paladin. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m Aeralis.\u0026quot; Had Eve mentioned her grandmother\u0026apos;s name?\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T18:47:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496854025,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond blinks for a moment, then raises his eyeborws - It can talk? He thought to himself. And it has a female voice? Okay, so it\u0026apos;s clearly a she... But he still didn\u0026apos;t really know anything more about the dragonling more than her name. Aeralis. Sounds very similar to Aetharis, the owner of this tavern. He had no clue that she was Eve\u0026apos;s grandmother, out of all people. In fact, Eve never mentioned being 1/4 dragonling to him. He always thought that Eve was a regular human, with human parents, human grandparents, human great-grandparents, and so on...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So... you\u0026apos;re a dragon, or what?\u0026quot; he asked nonchallantly. \u0026quot;We never really had dragons in this tavern before, you\u0026apos;re the first... and it looks like a second one has arrived too.\u0026quot; he looked around, seeing another dragon-like creature. Jemet Nasir. Strange. Guess that means two dragons now.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What is a dragon looking for in such an institution? Not usual for the likes of you to come down from your skies and mountains to socialize with us mammalian mortals.\u0026quot; he remarked to Aeralis.",               "date": "2017-06-07T18:51:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496854296,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis may have pointed out that Eve turned into a dragon right in front of Stephanus, with a bit of face-palming included! \u0026quot;Maybe dragons have passed through,\u0026quot; she notes, slowly changing her figure by way of explanation. Limbs elongate, scales vanish to be replaced by soft creamy skin. Fiery eyes slip to soft caramel hues. By the time she\u0026apos;s done, the dragoness has waist length ginger hair with soft curls and stands at five feet, nine inches. A long dress of royal blue transforms along with her. Loose at the top, cinched at the waist, and with a hem that drops down to twist by her ankles. \u0026quot;And there we go. Now there is one less dragon.\u0026quot; The resemblance to Eve is there, mostly in the face shape and eyes in particular, but also in scent. The now vibrant human slides off the counter, her hand touching on Stephanus\u0026apos; shoulder to keep her balance. The human moves with too much grace, too much age is shown not on her figure, but in her bearing. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re supposed to give your name, now.\u0026quot; Just like that, not a question is answered.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:08:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496855302,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Jemet Nasir glares at the hourglass as the sands start slipping on through. Someone was going to get hostile all over again. Well, the only way to do things right was to do it yourself right? Jemet stows away the hour glass and leaps gracefully over the bar, immediately he starts rooting through bottles and amongst barrels, flickering his tongue to determine which beverage will taste the best.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:09:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496855343,                "user": "Jemet Nasir"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond watches with ave as the dragonling transforms into a human being.... a human being with a striking resemblance to Eve, none the less. He was highly tempted to say \u0026apos;E-Eve, is that you?!\u0026apos; but he did not. He supposed it was either an illusion, or she was genuinely related to Eve.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Tavilrond. Stephanus Tavilrond. Knight of the Blood Red Light.\u0026quot; - \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t suppose we know each other from before, do we? You have a uncanny resemblance to a... friend of mine.\u0026quot; he dared not to say ex-lover, former-lover, or bed-sharer. So he just called Eve a friend. Besides, it seemed as if both of them have moved on from that... incident, so...? But if she is indeed Eve\u0026apos;s grandmother - a fact she did not share with him yet, hence he can not know - she will know exactly who is he talking about. Her granddaughter Eve.",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:14:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496855644,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis has a much more appealing figure than Eve. Her chest is a C cup instead of a B, with hips just a bit wider, giving her a slight pear shape. It would be far too easy to let Stephanus off the hook - by telling him everything. The centuries old creature decides to make a game of it. The hand on his shoulder slides down to the tips of his fingers before moving her digits away and smoothly sitting in the seat beside him. \u0026quot;Nice to meet you, Stephanus. We have never met before, and do tell me more about this friend. Why did you pause before saying that she was a friend? Do you have good or bad feelings about her?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:18:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496855895,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Jemet Nasir has decided to crack open an entire barrel of ale and drain it. He might pay for it~ But full price was definitely out of the question. Now that his whistle has been thoroughly damped he sniffs around for any more snacks, like another cake or more frozen things.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:22:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496856141,                "user": "Jemet Nasir"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was now getting rather confused. Was she trying to seduce him, or what? So many questions, but still. He assumed a confused expression with raised eyebrows, as always, as if he was clueless. So, he responded in a monotone voice with zilch emotions.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You look like the twin sister of this friend of mine. As for the pause... She and I had a bit of run-in lately... Let\u0026apos;s just say that momentarily, she and I were a little bit more than friends, but went back to being friends after figuring out that it wouldn\u0026apos;t work out... And now it\u0026apos;s rather awkward.\u0026quot; oh boy, he was talking about such private matters so casually.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Are you her relative by any means? Maybe her sister? Judging by your... curvature, I assume you are her older sister. Or maybe her absurdly youthful mother who for has refuged to age for the past twenty years?\u0026quot; he asked, taking a brief glance at her curves when uttering the word \u0026apos;curvature\u0026apos;.",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:25:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496856334,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis listens, intrigued at what the man has to say. Though he offers scant details, she picks them apart, drawing her own conclusions where words seem to fail him. \u0026quot;If it\u0026apos;s awkward, that means one or both of you still has feelings,\u0026quot; she guesses, crossing her leg and positioning her body at a bit more of an angle towards him. \u0026quot;Not to be rude to my granddaughter, but I am infinitely more stylish than she is,\u0026quot; The dragoness-posed-human says with a twitch at her lips. \u0026quot;Like you saw - I am a dragon. I\u0026apos;m centuries old and will live centuries more.\u0026quot; A fleeting glance is cast to Jemet and Cilren, but for now Stephanus has her interest.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:33:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496856814,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Jemet Nasir decides the drink will have to last him for now, he prepares to leap back over the bar and seems almost startled at seeing others present in the bar. Were they there when he came down?? He blinks a few times before leaping over the bar anyway, taking on the form of a wolf, possibly in hopes of blending in with the outside world a little better. He gives the patrons an unsure glance over his shoulder before slipping through the main entrance of the tavern, ready to explore.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:37:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496857032,                "user": "Jemet Nasir"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond listened to the dragoness for what she had to say. Granddaughter?! She\u0026apos;s her... grandmother?! That can\u0026apos;t be... but doesn\u0026apos;t that make Eve a...?! No, this cannot be. His brains needed more time to process all of this information. Just what the....\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Eve\u0026apos;s also a dra-?! Wait a minute, that can\u0026apos;t be right...\u0026quot; he said it out loud. \u0026quot;Does that mean she will also live to the age of centuries, lay eggs and...?\u0026quot; he asked those rather inapropriate questions from Aeralis. But then again, he had to ask those questions. He slept with Eve twice - or was it three times? - and he has to know if he slept with a human being, or a shapeshifting dragonling. After all, it just... Never mind.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I can give you that, you are more stylish than her... but don\u0026apos;t tell that to her.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:42:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496857346,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis turns a bit more to wholly face Stephanus and drink in his delightful response. \u0026quot;A quarter dragon,\u0026quot; she confirms, milking the shock for all it\u0026apos;s worth. \u0026quot;She won\u0026apos;t lay eggs. That silly witch stilled Eve\u0026apos;s reproductive organs, so I brought them back to life. Now every time that silly girl has sex, she ovulates. You\u0026apos;d best pull out, unless you want a fleet of little paladin mutts.\u0026quot; Aeralis winks and stands. Leaving the man to his shock, she grabs Steph an ale and passes it over the bartop to him. Eve dresses for functionality. Aeralis dresses to make a statement. \u0026quot;Want to work your way down the family tree, Steph? Should we go upstairs and I give you a time so memorable that you\u0026apos;d be stuck in bed for a week, unable to speak because of the things I did to you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:48:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496857730,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames had entered the Tavern, he didn\u0026apos;t bring the Dark Lord along with him though. The other Lord had departed for the time being, claiming that he would buy Bryce some time at the tavern, but considering that not only has Noble Thunder glanced near the area, but Dark Abyss was nearby too. It would only be a matter of time before one of the other Lords would do their own investigations. He would listen and observe. There were a few people in the tavern now, including Granny dragon with her seductive cues. She was near Stephanus. Bryce would roll his eyes with a slight grin, \u0026quot;Paladin\u0026apos;s gonna be in WAY over his head.\u0026quot; remembering the events with Mary as he strolls over to a table nearby, tweaking at the Lute he had made days prior.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:51:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496857895,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond listened once again. A quarter-dragon? How is that even possible? He did not know, but nevertheless...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;No, thank you. At the moment, I don\u0026apos;t think that kind of thing is really in my mind...\u0026quot; he smiled and grabbed the beer she gave him, and began drinking. He was not in mind for the carnal at the moment... \u0026quot;Besides, why would you offer that to a man you just met? Because I was with your granddaughter?\u0026quot; he asked from the dragoness, genuinely clueless about why she would want to take him to the bed. He did not understand it at all. Why? Just why?\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Are you trying to seduce me, Lady Dragon?\u0026quot; he asked in a sarcastic tone.",               "date": "2017-06-07T19:54:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496858051,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis smirks down at Steph\u0026apos;s ale. \u0026quot;Keep drinking that drugged ale and you\u0026apos;ll find me pretty enough,\u0026quot; she remarks. Of course she\u0026apos;d done no such thing, but the chance to fuck with someone\u0026apos;s mind is too much for the copper-dragon to pass up. She remains behind the counter, aware enough of where everything is to do a good enough job as a barmaid. \u0026quot;Are you eating or drinking anything, Bryce?\u0026quot; Granny calls over, in human form and a fabulous, elegant dress of royal blue, no sleeves, and an ankle long hem.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Maybe I have a thing for paladins,\u0026quot; she notes to Stephanus. \u0026quot;Or maybe I enjoy dominating a strong man and leaving him breathless beneath me.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:01:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496858467,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames smiles at the seemingly young lass, knowing full well whom she was, \u0026quot;No thank you dearest. Not at the moment. But perhaps I can make you dinner later this evening? You seem to be busy with a paladin at the moment.\u0026quot; Maybe a nice funeral hymn is what Bryce could write for Stephanus. Starts muttering a few rhymes for Setaphnus, doesn\u0026apos;t come up with much. Shrugs. \u0026quot;Anything you like in particular?\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:06:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496858808,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond drinks the ale slower and more carefully hearing about drugs, almost as if he wanted to pout while drinking it, or say something while doing the drinking. But she admits joking soon enough. So he drinks it all up normally.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;A thing for paladins, I use... Well, I\u0026apos;m not sure if I have a thing for dragons, milady. Besides, how would she react if you told her that you seduced her ex-lover?\u0026quot; he laughed, then looked at Byrce, whom he didn\u0026apos;t even notice until now. \u0026quot;Oh my... you two know each other as well? What a surprise... did you know about all this dragon stuff, Byrce?\u0026quot; he asked from the Lord of the Searing Flames, before turning back to the dragon-grandma.",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:11:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496859084,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis never admitted she was joking. were thoughts. Steph can sweat it out. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t seduce her husbands, but that\u0026apos;s my limit.\u0026quot; The dragoness glances up at Bryce and considers for a moment. \u0026quot;Nothing sweet. No eggs.\u0026quot; Her two main dietary restrictions, with what she is. With the dual guidelines of what to keep from her mouth, he\u0026apos;s left with quite the abundance of foods for a main course. \u0026quot;If dragons aren\u0026apos;t your thing, then why\u0026apos;d you check me out earlier? I saw you eyeing the flesh bags.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:15:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496859344,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames chuckles at Stephanus\u0026apos; question, \u0026quot;Of course I did. That\u0026apos;s actually the moment when I truly fell for Eve. The moment I saw her glorious beauty soar into the sky...\u0026quot; His tone illustrious and whisked with whimsy, till his words grew stern, \u0026quot;Before she snapped your wife\u0026apos;s neck.\u0026quot; His smile and tone became jovial again though as he returned his attention to Aeralis, \u0026quot;Nothing sweet, and no eggs. Well, that actually leaves quite a bit on the menu, how about seared steak with a crimson side, perhaps red wine to help assist in its taste?\u0026quot; If it were Eve, he would simply go with a flagon, knowing she wouldn\u0026apos;t care so much for such finery, but Aeralis, seemed to be a different woman all together. Least when it came to taste that is.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:21:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496859677,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond felt rather awkward at that question of Aeralis. How did she notice that?! And most of all... How did she... If he told her that he didn\u0026apos;t know that she\u0026apos;s a dragon at the time, he\u0026apos;d be telling a big lie - as he personally saw her transform from tiny, cat-sized dragonling into human right before his very eyes. But still, he had to say something...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s a human thing, if you know what I mean.\u0026quot; he responded after a sigh. Then Byrce went on it. So he knew about all of this. And he fell for Eve... now it may not be the time to let Byrce know how many times the paladin slept with Eve. But he may know already. And she snapped his wife\u0026apos;s neck. So technically, he didn\u0026apos;t kell Mary, only felt like killing her.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I guess I was being kept in the dark until all now, right?\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:26:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496859960,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis hears just what her granddaughter has been up to and lifts her hands to clap once in pure delight. \u0026quot;A wife killing, you say?\u0026quot; She slides her eyes back to Stephanus, reading his expression. \u0026quot;You are exempt from your night of pleasure with me, simply because I can\u0026apos;t imagine the absolute \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Egrief\u003C/span\u003E you\u0026apos;re feeling at losing your other half.\u0026quot; Her words are teasing and almost cruel with their nonchalant delivery. Back to Bryce she glances, rolling her peepers all the while. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re going to tell me what we\u0026apos;re eating, what\u0026apos;s the point of showing up?\u0026quot; Centuries seem to have made the dragoness some level of eccentric, or perhaps she\u0026apos;s always been wild and unpredictable.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll save myself for Aetharis. He sounds like he\u0026apos;ll take a lot of energy.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:31:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496860298,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames had to purse his lips shut when Aeralis withdrew her offer to Stephanus. The woman directed her glance to him. Asking why would she even bother showing up, He shrugged, \u0026quot;Was just trying to figure out your taste. Didn\u0026apos;t want to serve anything that you disliked.\u0026quot; What he didn\u0026apos;t want to admit was that he needed a little bit more practice with how to respect and treat a woman, he figured a sit down dinner with Aeralis would\u0026apos;ve offered a good chance while getting more insight about Eve. He felt uneasy though with how confidently the woman wanted to go after Aetharis, \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d at least move with caution though...if I were you.\u0026quot; His tone became grim and thoughts of his encounter with Aetharis still had him sour. He would glance at Stephanus and answer his question, \u0026quot;The dark doesn\u0026apos;t even begin to cover the void of knowledge we lack.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:37:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496860667,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond glared at Aeralis when she talked about the wife-killing. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s a very- very long story... besides, no amount of mourning will bring her back. I have already moved on.\u0026quot; he anounced, and then looked at the bar. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d be careful about going for that elf... let\u0026apos;s just say that he doesn\u0026apos;t let go of his conquests that easily, dragon-lady. You think you\u0026apos;ll dominate over him, but chances are, he\u0026apos;ll want to put a collar around your neck and make you part of his harem. That\u0026apos;s just Aetharis for you.\u0026quot; he said to Aeralis all so casually... just casually talking about how Aetharis rapes and enslaves women.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d be careful if I was in your place... speaking of Aetharis, has anyone seen him? Anyone know where he is? I think he\u0026apos;d hate to see us help ourselves to some beverage and food without paying for it...\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:41:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496860898,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis stretched all over his bed, sleeping peacefully. It had been a peaceful night but he knew the tavern would get busy, just didn\u0026apos;t expect a new face to show up in a single night. With that in mind the man finally crawled out of bed and smiled. \u0026quot; Well it might be a good day, today. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t quite sure how he would handle the new guest or even if he would do anything after all. Getting dressed as he opened the door to his bed room just to leave. Heading down the stair\u0026apos;s into the main floor of the tavern, didn\u0026apos;t hear any thing from them, just saw Steph and Bryce. But wondered who the lady was behind the counter. Paying no heed to it he\u0026apos;d enter the kitchen to make his self something to eat. Felt hungry, knew he was going to need energy to deal with what ever might happen this day. More so than most.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:45:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496861127,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis grins so broadly that the skin around her eyes crinkles. \u0026quot;Caution is a waste of time.\u0026quot; Especially when one can turn into an earth-shifting, fire-breathing dragon. She listens to both men\u0026apos;s words of caution and waves her hand. Her mind can think of dozens of solutions to each problem they pose. Should Aetharis be able to detect such things, he\u0026apos;ll feel magic radiating strongly from Aeralis. Dormant, yet powerful. Her scent doesn\u0026apos;t match what a human should have, but is entirely Draconic. \u0026quot;Enslavement is boring. Have you ever dealt with someone groveling?\u0026quot; The human that looks like a curvier, paler Eve pulls out another ale to give to Bryce, giving him a chance to come forward. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s always, \u0026apos;please\u0026apos; and \u0026apos;no\u0026apos;. Like there\u0026apos;s no other words in their vocabulary.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:49:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496861387,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames took the ale and began to sip on it, \u0026quot;Speak for yourself Steph, I gladly pay for all my meals. May not be rich at the moment, but I manage to pay for my spendings with ease.\u0026quot; His eyes would linger on Aeralis, only because of how much similar she made herself to Eve. His heart warmed and perhaps the dragonness would feel how his warmth stepped up ever so slightly. \u0026quot;Despite that being the case...The collars aren\u0026apos;t as simple as you believe...\u0026quot; He\u0026apos;s seen the Magi try to remove it from another girl that was around. He distracted himself for a moment, thinking where they could be, but his thoughts return to Aeralis. His eyes glancing at her with droplets of hope...and worry for Eve. \u0026quot;So then for dinner, I just have to make whatever and not tell you? Keep things intriguing I guess?\u0026quot; Remember, this is Aeralis! Not! Eve!\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T20:56:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496861761,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond at this point seemed to have fully shifted his focus to Byrce. \u0026quot;Normally,I pay too... except when no one is around and I\u0026apos;m forced to help myself to something to eat. But that\u0026apos;s a different story.\u0026quot; then he sighed. \u0026quot;Well-well-well... maybe I should have some rest, after this tiresome day...\u0026quot; he yawned. The foolish knight rejected the she-dragon\u0026apos;s advance previously, and only now did he start to regret it. But no matter, the milk was already spilled - she decided to save herself to Aetharis, and it would be way too awkward to say anything at this point. So he said nothing.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he just looked at Byrce again, still feeling rather awkward about the fact, that memories of sleeping with Eve popped into his mind, making him feel slightly guilty, knowing what kind of feelings Byrce has for Eve. \u0026quot;I think I\u0026apos;ll be going upstairs, if you two don\u0026apos;t mind... I am rather tired.\u0026quot; he said, but made no efforts to stand up or move yet. As if he was expecting to be interrupted and stopped.",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:00:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862026,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis has had this figure since long before Eve was born. The granddaughter is the copy cat in her genetics. \u0026quot;Yes, go rest and recover from your heartbreak, Stephanus.\u0026quot; Yet he stays still. Amused, she leans over the counter. Her long hair slides over her shoulders, framing the woman\u0026apos;s chest with copper locks. She lifts her elbows and props them up, fingers holding her cheekbones delicately in her soft palms. \u0026quot;Do you need help going upstairs? You seem rooted in your seat.\u0026quot; At this angle, he\u0026apos;ll be able to see just a hint of cleavage in the top of her dress. Though she won\u0026apos;t touch, Aeralis does find it fun to intentionally goad the paladin. For now, she\u0026apos;ll not notice Aetharis - or even recognize that her prey is busy in the kitchen, or even that he\u0026apos;s the target...because nobody had bothered telling her.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:05:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862309,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis didn\u0026apos;t really pay attention but kept note on what is happening thankfully he didn\u0026apos;t get seen quite yet. Only thing that might have gave him off was the aroma of food being made in the kitchen out of no where. What or whom could have been int he kitchen. No other than Aeth preparing his sandwich for the day, a breakfast sandwich to keep him really full for a while. It wasn\u0026apos;t going to be shared non the less. A full day ahead of him, and many people to deal with, though what was he going to do now, being pulled in his mind, different ways to none.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:05:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862355,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis mentions to Aetharis, \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll have some food as well.\u0026quot; Since he\u0026apos;s cooking and everything.\n",                "date": "2017-06-07T21:06:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862412,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames had his glance still at Aeralis. It almost irked him with how similar in appearance she was to her granddaughter. She didn\u0026apos;t even give him an answer, just paid attention to Stephanus and then-his eyes widen as he realized Aeralis told Aetharis to make her a sandwich. His fingers dug into the counter top, he wasn\u0026apos;t sure whether to bolt for it now...or stay. Not like he would help the woman much anyway if something were to happen. \u0026quot;So...thinking I might go out and hunt something. Bring it back to cook it up for you. How does that sound, Aeralis?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:11:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862669,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond accepted Aeralis\u0026apos;s challenge - he stood up without any help. \u0026quot;No, I was just waiting for confirmation that I won\u0026apos;t be missed.\u0026quot; he stated with no emotion, and unless anyone stopped him - which he longer expected at this time - he would just walk upstairs, to get to his room. After all, he needs some rest after this tiresome day... and no, he will not be sleeping with a dragoness this time. Or dealing with any of that kind of incidents... Just some rest.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:12:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862773,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis heard the female and nodded before making another one since there was enough to go around. After both sandwiches are made he would walk out of the kitchen moments later when every one cleared away from the door. Walked over to the bar\u0026apos;s counter and sat behind it on a stool with a plate that held both meals for him and the lady. Except he took his and started eating, feeling better and not dealing with hunger begging him for food. Hopefully he was in the safe, some how he gotten a bad or strange feeling about this day, couldn\u0026apos;t explain it and thought he would refrain from doing anything to special or out of the blue.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:15:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496862957,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis grins at Bryce. \u0026quot;By all means.\u0026quot; She responds, giving him little to work off, but just enough on how to potentially please her. She briefly dips her head, excusing Stephanus to go to his slumber, or feverish masturbation if he kept thinking about her breasts. Should Aetharis have put any eggs on her sandwich, she\u0026apos;ll subtly shift them off and onto the plate, her nostrils flaring with displeasure at the potential additions. Still leaning over the counter, she picks up the food and begins to eat. The Eve-look-alike finishes the meal surprisingly quickly before looking at the newest fellow before her. \u0026quot;There seem to be no shortage of men around here,\u0026quot; she notes, keeping conversation casual so he can finish his foo.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:20:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496863214,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis food\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-06-07T21:20:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496863215,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Lord Searing Flames nodded as he got to his feet. He would grab some of his arrows and bow as he approached the Tavern\u0026apos;s entrance. He would glance over at the woman, his heart still pouncing, saying what he was doing was wrong. It wasn\u0026apos;t Eve, as much as his eyes would lead him to believe. \u0026quot;Aeralis...That man over there is Aetharis.\u0026quot; He would point to the half elf before throwing his cowl over and sling his quiver of arrows over his back before opening the door, \u0026quot;Better be around for dinner Aeralis...\u0026quot; He adds before heading off into the woods.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:24:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496863445,                "user": "Lord Searing Flames"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis didn\u0026apos;t add eggs as he found these ones were better of like hamburgers, just a little more made in a better condition of natural way of life. Wasn\u0026apos;t long before he finished his sandwich and looked at the Eve look alike and smiled, \u0026quot; that happens too, after all there should have been more ladies too, but it\u0026apos;s just random each day to know what happen\u0026apos;s from time to time. \u0026quot; Keeping his mind clear of anything thoughts, much less didn\u0026apos;t know this woman before him even if she did look like some one he knew. What put him off is that she didn\u0026apos;t respond to him at first. But looked at Bryce with narrow eyes before shaking his head, though with the way it all was working out he would stay on guard around the woman before him.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:25:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496863507,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Jemet Nasir trots back in, a couple bags strapped to his side, still in his wolf form it seemed. He snickers smugly to himself\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:29:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496863782,                "user": "Jemet Nasir"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis is saved introductions, since Bryce says both Aeth and Aer\u0026apos;s names for them. \u0026quot;So you\u0026apos;re the famous Aetharis?\u0026quot; She asks, honing her attentions in on him with a mischievous smile. At once, she begins to work. \u0026quot;Your reputation precedes you, though now I\u0026apos;m glad to have a face for the name.\u0026quot; When he speaks again, she listens more carefully, seeming to drink in each of his words with delight. \u0026quot;You can call me Granny, if you\u0026apos;d like. I imagine that\u0026apos;s what everyone else will say.\u0026quot; With perfect skin and a figure that looks no older than twenty, the nickname hardly seems to suit her. \u0026quot;How did you find your collars? Who does your enchanting?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:31:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496863907,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Jemet Nasir trots up the stairs to stash away his loot. It had been an incredibly productive day for him. Perhaps a nap would be in order.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:34:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496864075,                "user": "Jemet Nasir"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis was highly confused some one sought him out and wasn\u0026apos;t entirely sure how to answer the woman. \u0026quot; Well then I am not sure what you have heard or heard it by, but I have no idea what you are talking about lady. Might be hearing rumors. \u0026quot; With that he would simply stand up and look at her giving her a small bow to the female dragoness and walk over to get some water, having a tankard in hand. \u0026quot; Won\u0026apos;t call you granny, just doesn\u0026apos;t doesn\u0026apos;t roll off my tongue quite right. \u0026quot; Some how he wanted for find out what she wanted entirely and why she sought him of all people. \u0026quot; Nor do I know of these collar\u0026apos;s you speak of. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:35:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496864129,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis pulls up from her leaning on the counter and slides her hand through her copper, waist length hair. \u0026quot;You have one more chance, Aetharis. Pull the shit and I\u0026apos;ll tell you who I am, where I\u0026apos;m from, and why I\u0026apos;m here. All three of these things would probably be quite interesting to a fellow as ancient as I imagine you to be.\u0026quot; Her hand drops to the plate left before her to release a burst of golden flames that wash away any extra crumbs and other debris, leaving it cleaner than if one had simply used soap. While she waits, the human leans her pear shaped figure against the counter, her torso turned to face him at all times.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:40:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496864433,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis taking a deep breath before looking at her with his emerald eyes and then decided she was a tough one. \u0026quot; Well then why don\u0026apos;t you explain why you want me of all people. I am just a simple tavern owner. Of course that is true, down side I am more than that. The collar\u0026apos;s I make them my self and enchant them afterwards. \u0026quot; Speaking as he knew this wouldn\u0026apos;t be let down. His eyes on her now with ever sip of his tankard. \u0026quot; So tell me Aeralis, then by whom did you hear of me from, clearly it would have been some one from the tavern and what reputation do you speak of, this I don\u0026apos;t know about. \u0026quot; In fact if she noticed he knew completely nothing about his reputation. So she wouldn\u0026apos;t get any more out of him than this.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:45:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496864750,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis keeps her poise relaxed, her body still leaning and presenting a perfect canvas for Aetharis to eye at his luxury. \u0026quot;From Bryce.\u0026quot; She answers simply enough, making no further remark on the collars or enchanting. \u0026quot;Why do you need a harem of women that are marked and shown to be yours?\u0026quot; One step is taken forward, then another. Out of a hidden pocket among the folds of her dress is pulled a vial. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to poison you while you\u0026apos;re here. This little concoction is purely natural and will take away your ability to get an erection.\u0026quot; Quick as a whip, her fingers slip back over the glass to prevent him while taking it. \u0026quot;Everything else will work perfectly. Should you manage to destroy that, I could paralyze you, I could make your entire body feel like fire, get chills...or whatever I want.\u0026quot; Aeralis reaches out her hand with a too-sweet smile. \u0026quot;May the best old-timer win.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:51:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496865116,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis shaking his head and laughed a little, \u0026quot; well then you apparently don\u0026apos;t think it would make for a long term effect. As the erection you speak of only is quelled with the relief of lust flowing. As this body adapt\u0026apos;s consistently to survive. How ever it will effect me for a a while, just keep in mind the more you do to me the more I will evolve Aeralis. \u0026quot; Wanted to in from her before she made a move and it was true he had evolved on more than one occasion to reach this point in life. Walked around her to the counter and looked back, \u0026quot; what are you after lady, come out with it clear. No need for threat\u0026apos;s if you are seeking sexual intimacy. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T21:59:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496865542,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis shakes her head. \u0026quot;Not at all. My plan is temporary frustration, not a life long ailment.\u0026quot; The idea of him evolving does appeal to her pride. A larger, more determined opponent, perhaps? \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m guessing all I\u0026apos;d have to do is remove my dress to get sex around here,\u0026quot; she notes, glancing over her shoulder towards where Bryce and Stephan had been before settling back on the elf. \u0026quot;You raped Eve, so I have to exact some vengeance for that weak relative of mine. Let\u0026apos;s go for a walk.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T22:03:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496865833,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis raising a brow before he would sigh a little. \u0026quot; Well of course that would be easy and requesting it and for Eve well I strictly told her not to be around me when there is a slight problem I am having. So it was her own fault for now listening. How ever I haven\u0026apos;t did anything to much to her, she is cute and lovely when flustered, though she could do much better than me. \u0026quot; With that he would tell her this entirely, to make it better he\u0026apos;d follow her, with out taking any steps to seem threatening, more over he wasn\u0026apos;t saying it wasn\u0026apos;t a lie, though it was a time when his body became unbearable towards self control and couldn\u0026apos;t control it. Warned her about it, though didn\u0026apos;t listen as he saw it.\n",               "date": "2017-06-07T22:07:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1496866050,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 7., szerda, 10:36:35"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Eve Smith  no longer has a room. She walks slowly out of Bryce\u0026apos;s temporary dwelling, looking like a mess. Shadows so purple they look like bruises stain the area beneath her eyes. Instead of her normal high collared shirt of blue or green, Eve wears a white dress that falls to her knees, completed with a pair of tight trousers over her legs. Though it\u0026apos;s only been a week or so, there is a definite bump of an infant in her stomach. The type that a three months pregnant woman would have. She slides her hand over each door as she passes, only stopping when she gets to Stephanus\u0026apos;. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003EKnock. Knock.\u003C/span\u003E Her knuckles rasp lightly over the wood.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T18:36:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497026180,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  had a deja vu feeling - as if something similar has happened recently. Off course it did. Just a few days ago - or was it yesterday? - some old dragon-lady visited him, and he was in the same kind of situation as now: sleeping half-naked with nothing but his trousers on, his door locked, being woken up by knocking on the door. Although this time, it was somewhat louder than before, compelling him to get up faster than previously, take up his clothing, and walk to the door while still barefoot, with a sword in his hand, not opening the door yet, only asking: \u0026quot;Who\u0026apos;se it?\u0026quot; - precaution. Should he hear Eve say \u0026apos;It\u0026apos;s me, Eve\u0026apos;, or anything remotely similar, he would instinctively open the door and get out of the way, which is not only a good way to let a lady into the room, but also a good way to evade a punch, should she attempt to throw one.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T18:40:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497026437,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  hears the faint footsteps from the other side of the door and the question about the knocking. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s me, Eve,\u0026quot; she answers, as is predicted. The woman looks confused when Stephanus seems to dodge out of the way. A tentative step is taken forward and her head peers around to look at him, concerned. \u0026quot;...may I come in?\u0026quot; She asks slowly, not wanting to spook him any more than he already seems to be.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T18:44:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497026654,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  only dodged out of the way as a means of letting her in, but it looked like this silently implied \u0026apos;come on\u0026apos; was not obvious enough. \u0026quot;Sure, go ahead... That\u0026apos;s what I got out of the way, silly.\u0026quot; he tried to lighten up the mood somehow, seeing how concerned she looks. \u0026quot;So, what brings you here today? Did something happen? Is there something I may assist with?\u0026quot; he showered her with a barrage of questions. He has a faint suspicion on why she might have come - her grandmother. But he does not bring that up himself, not yet.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T18:46:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497026780,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  steps forward and into the room, playfully making a face when she\u0026apos;s called silly. Her abdomen isn\u0026apos;t the only thing swollen. Each step has her firmer, larger breasts bouncing. As small as they\u0026apos;d been before, she never had need for a corset. Now she just might have to invest, should anyone point it out to her. \u0026quot;Is there any chance I can stay in your room with you? I need to rest, but that\u0026apos;s not exactly possible...\u0026quot; \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EWith Bryce.\u003C/span\u003E She leaves the words unspoken, only implying at the real reason. \u0026quot;You don\u0026apos;t have to sleep with me or anything, I\u0026apos;ve already put you through the ringer with that, but as friends?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T18:53:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497027185,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  instantly nodded. He may not be the most virtuous paladin there ever be - having slept with his fair share of women, in strict opposition of traditional virtues that are all about chastity - but the heart of it is still there: charitability. So he instinctively and charitably offers her his room. \u0026quot;Off course, you can... Anything for a person in need. I wouldn\u0026apos;t give up on the chance to help anyone who is in such need, let alone a friend.\u0026quot; he explained, putting the sword back where it belonged, then taking his hand onto Eve\u0026apos;s shoulder, \u0026apos;assisting\u0026apos; in walking her to his bed.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Why did you think it was even necessary to ask a question? You should have already known that the answer is yes, silly...\u0026quot; he said, patting her head in a somewhat patronizing way. Then closing the door. Then a sigh in relief over the fact that she did not bring up her grandmother... he was hoping that her grandmother told her nothing, but even in the case she did - he kept hoping that she will not bring it up, even if she was told.",               "date": "2017-06-09T18:57:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497027458,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  didn\u0026apos;t know a thing, as Stephanus may note in time. She doesn\u0026apos;t fight the touch to her shoulder and is lead easily enough to the bed, where she\u0026apos;ll lay down with a sigh of relief. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re too good to me, Steph.\u0026quot; Eve says with a warm smile and surge of gratitude. \u0026quot;I think you just might get free forging from me for life.\u0026quot; Without so much as considering what she\u0026apos;s doing, her left hand slides down to her stomach. \u0026quot;Has anything happened when I was gone? Any more news with the useless barmaid?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:01:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497027710,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  laughs. \u0026quot;Too good for you? Sweetie, if only you knew all my dark secrets...\u0026quot; he laughed, jokingly referring to that grandma-incident she appears to be clueless about. But maybe given how he is treating her, even if she hears from it from her grandma - she will look the other way. Nevertheless, he gets his ears wide in to listen to her offer. \u0026quot;Did I hear anything about free forging? I believe my sword\u0026apos;s blade may be getting a bit blunt, and my armour may not be in proper maintenance...\u0026quot; he laughed, meaning that his sentence was clearly a joke, and he would prefer not to exploit a friend like that.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;The useless barmaid? Her? Ah yes... she... she became a useless barmaid again. The elf captured her and put the collar on her once again, violating her all over again. I heard him say he wants to marry her or something.\u0026quot; then he thought to himself \u0026quot;Wait a minute... does that mean that she was never even a barmaid to begin with? Only a sex-slave of his?\u0026quot; he was surprised even at his own sudden realization.",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:05:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497027952,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  chuckles tiredly at his joking, looking truly relaxed on Stephanus\u0026apos; bed. While he talks, her mind drifts, considering the events of the past hours. She focuses back just in time to hear him bring details of Nerida. \u0026quot;Marry her?\u0026quot; Both brows lift. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s...why?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:08:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497028136,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shrugs. \u0026quot;Beats me. That\u0026apos;s all I know about the useless barmaid Nerida Talori - she\u0026apos;s drugged, collared, enslaved by Aetharis all over again, and most likely as useless and grumpy as before. You know, speaking of Aetharis... your grandmother came into the tavern recently, and had a chat with the elf. She acquired about the slave collars. Not sure where she heard about them, maybe I unintentionally spread some rumour about the elf\u0026apos;s \u0026apos;mischief\u0026apos; that spread further and wider than expected...\u0026quot; he explained.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;She and I had a chat yesterday. I thought you would come in to punch me after being told by her how horrible of a person I am...\u0026quot; digging his own grave, the paladin was, but she better hear the story from him before from her. Even if it\u0026apos;s all just a trap and the dragoness never even intended to say a word to Eve.",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:13:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497028403,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  looks at Stephanus a bit more intently, the color draining from her face when she hears of her grandmother\u0026apos;s arrival. She listens to what the paladin says, then groans loudly. No wonder she\u0026apos;s back... \u0026quot;That intrusive bitch,\u0026quot; she grumbles. Without bothering to explain herself, she continues. \u0026quot;If the old woman gets bored, she\u0026apos;ll listen in on any conversation that takes place near earth. Marble counters, rock paperweights, you name it, she can eavesdrop if her attention happens to be turned that way.\u0026quot; Eve pauses and tilts her head. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think I\u0026apos;d punch you for talking to my grandmother,\u0026quot; she points out, concerned. \u0026quot;Did you say something that would make me angry?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EAeralis had never intended to tell.",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:18:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497028687,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  scratches his head somewhat. Did he say something that would make Eve angry? No, he didn\u0026apos;t. Unlike what Aeralis asserted, he never said he doesn\u0026apos;t care about Eve. He said that they are friends, nothing less, nothing more. \u0026quot;No, I don\u0026apos;t think so... but she did try to have her way with me. I played along until she got bored, and stormed off, promising to tell you all about what a horrible person I am.\u0026quot; he stated all so casually. He says the \u0026apos;I played along\u0026apos; part oh so casually, it just sounds like something people do without flinching an eye.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;And she wanted to know all about everything between us... I only told her that we are friends. When she stormed off, she vowed to tell you that I don\u0026apos;t care about you at all or something like...\u0026quot; he once again, said it all casually. Here\u0026apos;s hoping that he smoothened it all out, and Eve may get angry at her grandmother instead of the paladin. Or, she just won\u0026apos;t believe his tale at all, and either think it\u0026apos;s a joke, or...",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:23:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497029029,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  listens to the paladin, a frown creased deeply into her face. Why would she not believe him? As far as she knows, he\u0026apos;s always been entirely honest with her and a friend in times of need. \u0026quot;Welcome to my family,\u0026quot; she says with a humorless chuckle. \u0026quot;You dodged a bullet by not becoming a part of it.\u0026quot; Eve lays down and twists on her side to keep facing the man. \u0026quot;Sorry. If I\u0026apos;d known she was going to intrude, I would\u0026apos;ve left everyone alone. I haven\u0026apos;t seen her since I was five.\u0026quot; Over fifteen years ago.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:28:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497029319,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  released a sigh in relief once again. He gave her all the facts without getting punched or anything like that. And she hasn\u0026apos;t even seen her. But now that he has beat the dragonees to Eve, she will most certainly give more value to his side of the story. Then he would sit down at the bed - as it was more than big enough for two persons - near Eve, and started rubbing her head out of blue, for no reason.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;It is allright. Given how she hasn\u0026apos;t told you yet, and didn\u0026apos;t go through with her efforts of driving a wedge between us, I say no damage is done yet...\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:33:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497029621,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  smiles softly when he comes closer and the pats to her head. Slowly, she wiggles her skull into his lap like a little puppy. \u0026quot;No damage will be done,\u0026quot; she assures Stephanus. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll believe you over her any day.\u0026quot; He\u0026apos;s a paladin, She is a creature of chaos and mischief. There\u0026apos;s no contest.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:36:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497029782,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  smiled, as it seemed like everything was in order. He has nothing to fear from now. So he accepts Eve\u0026apos;s act of getting her head onto his lap, and he continues rubbing her head. \u0026quot;There-there... You\u0026apos;re a sweet one. You\u0026apos;re most certainly going to be a good mother as well...\u0026quot; he remarked, making sure she will not think that he hasn\u0026apos;t noticed her pegnancy. \u0026quot;Is it a boy or a girl?\u0026quot; he inquired.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:38:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497029937,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  giggles at the touch to her head, so tired that she\u0026apos;s reverted to a nearly child-puppy-like state. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m housebroken, too,\u0026quot; she teases, fighting the urge to climb entirely into his lap. For the first time since she left, she feels safe. Her last memory with Stephanus had been him inside her while Bryce took her ass, then her leaning against the paladin when it was all over. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m surprised you didn\u0026apos;t start with \u0026apos;is it mine\u0026apos;.\u0026quot; She turns onto her back to look up at him. Despite her best attempts at logic, to tell herself that Steph is a love slut, she still does have feelings for him. \u0026quot;Boy.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:43:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497030214,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  would not mind having her climb onto his lap entirely either. He may be a loveslut, but he still values his friends. At this point, the fox-lady\u0026apos;s words ring in his ears again - her theory that Stephanus is too kind for monogamy, and he should strive to be friends with benefits with Eve.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe just kept rubbing her head, and looked back at her. \u0026quot;And who is the father?\u0026quot; he asked, not at all jealous of the possible results. The head-rubbing continued. He made no attempts at kissing her at any place, but if she tried to initiate a kiss, he was not one to resist - he would simply play along. Same with her crawling or climbing entirely into his lap - he would offer no resistance. He just keeps rubbing her head.",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:48:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497030523,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  hadn\u0026apos;t figured these things out on her own. A strange Fae had told the woman of her son\u0026apos;s heritage. \u0026quot;The elf.\u0026quot; Stephanus likely would have heard Eve\u0026apos;s moaning after the threesome - when Aetharis had gone into the room and taken her as sloppy seconds..-thirds? She had sincerely hoped it would be Steph\u0026apos;s, but all that will went to waste on nothing. Sperm is sperm. \u0026quot;Like I said, you dodged a bullet.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:55:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497030905,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  dodged the knife\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-06-09T19:55:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497030918,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  displayed no signs of jealousy at all. If anything, Byrce would be the jealous one, not him. But still... Part of him admired the fact that the elf - whom he considered immoral, evil, and despicable - got away with everything. Had Stephanus been the father, he would be forced to take full responsibility, marry Eve right there, and become part of the family. But since it was Aetharis... no one can force Aetharis to do anything.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I sure did. I guess that\u0026apos;s why the... no, there\u0026apos;s no way she could have heard about that. What about Byrce? Do you still want me to...?\u0026quot; he asked the last one jokingly, knowing full well that she had dropped that plan a long time ago. The plan to pleasure each other in public to get it through Byrce\u0026apos;s head that... But it was all a joke, not intended to be serious.",               "date": "2017-06-09T19:58:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497031105,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  keeps her head in his lap, comforted by his familiar, soothing voice. She drinks in his facial expressions, almost a bit disappointed at his lack of jealousy, yet equally relieved. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s why the what, she heard about what, Steph?\u0026quot; As she surveys him, her head upside-down to his, curiosity and confusion mold together in her caramel eyes. His Bryce inquiry makes her give a wry smile. \u0026quot;Nah. I\u0026apos;d like it too much.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:05:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497031532,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  tried to hush away the part where he almost mentioned her grandmother again. \u0026quot;Ah, no, nothing, nothing at all, never mind that part...\u0026quot; at least he gave it a try.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;He sure will get jealous if he sees the two of us together like this...\u0026quot; he laughed. \u0026quot;... he may come to... certain conclusions?\u0026quot; he concluded. But still, he was rubbing her head. \u0026quot;Are you hungry or thirsty? Should I bring some food or beverage up to?\u0026quot; he asked from Eve, completely out of blue, without any provocation. He responded not to her views.",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:09:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497031754,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith  takes his lack of comment as rejection. She mentally nods and moves on as best she can. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s okay. I don\u0026apos;t live for Bryce.\u0026quot; She slowly pulls her head up and sits in front of Stephanus. For a moment he\u0026apos;s presented with her back, then she swings her feet to the side and stands. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll go downstairs with you.\u0026quot; The ginger declares with a wry smile as she strides to the door, opens it, and heads downstairs.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:18:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497032316,                "user": "Eve Smith"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 9., péntek, 15:01:15"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis Been about morning when Aeth woke in the kitchen, he couldn\u0026apos;t remember what he was doing. Only thing right now is that he was majorly hungry, this made him get up off the floor and shake his head a little. Cooking some more meat, vegetables and eggs if it was good enough. But this time he was making triple the amount. Allowing all the flavor-able aroma to rush through the tavern\u0026apos;s halls and rooms. Letting all his patrons and guest\u0026apos;s know food was coming and a good amount of it too. How ever he hasn\u0026apos;t seen Eve in a few months so it would be good to see her at some point. Nothing he did wasn\u0026apos;t going to change things. Or maybe he wait a little while longer. All that was known is the cooking in the kitchen was being prepared with a lot of food.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:06:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497031596,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, slowly walking into the small Tavern and looking around. Just in case she had her hood pulled up over her head as she was unsure how locals would take to her. Her Ice blue eyes skanned the room as she adjusted her outfit, making sure her sky blue skin didn\u0026apos;t show just yet. No one looking her over yet, she would make her way further inside.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:08:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497031681,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond begins going downstairs from his room, taking Eve\u0026apos;s hand while doing so. To Eve, this may come off as the paladin deliberately teasing her, but that was not his intention. He merely intends to make sure the pregnant woman is all-safe, doing all-fine. So he goes downstairs with her, going to a lone table, where he may help her to sit down, and sit down next to her. He can already smell the food - all the food the elf has cooked. That is going to be one hell of a treat. Maybe it would be better idea to sit in opposite of Eve instead of next to her?\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:21:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497032496,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith furrows her brow, but allows her hand to be taken. Of course she can\u0026apos;t help but overthink the paladin\u0026apos;s intentions while she stares down the steps. The smell of food is overwhelming and incredibly inviting, making her move just a bit faster than normal along with Steph to a table. \u0026quot;Thanks,\u0026quot; she says. Instead of her normal high collared shirt of blue or green, she\u0026apos;s in a loose fitting white dress that falls to the knee and has on a pair of somewhat tight black trousers. Both her breasts and abdomen are slightly larger than the last time she was seen some week or two ago in these very walls. Her rump meets the offered chair lightly, her muscles tense with anticipation.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:29:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497032959,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond simply sits next to the woman he helped previously, and now has to think about something... anything... What may he talk to her about? What can be talked about? Ah yes, the food, off course, the food!\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I sense food. Lots of food. What do you think is going to be our treat, Eve?\u0026quot; he asked, tempted to make a remark about them looking almost like a married couple of a sort. But he made no such remarks. Instead, he just kept waiting, and looked at her slightly. He has already noticed the enlargement of her breasts caused by the pregnancy, but he did not comment on it. Neither did he now. He may have checked her out somewhat, but he tried to do it in the most discrete way possible. Part of this reminded him of her grandmother.",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:32:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497033169,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis took moment\u0026apos;s longer before hearing foot steps out side of the kitchen\u0026apos;s door and knew at least two of them where there. How ever the male had just finished the meal. Walking out with a large platter in his hand and saw three people in the tavern with a smile he would nodded. \u0026quot; Alright who all is hungry. \u0026quot; Walked over, setting the platter of food onto the bar\u0026apos;s counter before looking over and seen Eve and Stephanus, but the other girl he didn\u0026apos;t know and smiled. \u0026quot; Welcome. \u0026quot; Before look his eyes did catch Eve\u0026apos;s different attire, granted he could just be imagining things but at least he could do her a favor and just bring the food. This he would do before walking over with to plates and sat one in front of Even and steph, \u0026quot; welcome back Even, do enjoy your meal. \u0026quot; Took a minute and looked at ever, checking her out but dismissed it a little before walking away in case some one else needed anything.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:36:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497033385,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, hearing some one working in the back. The dark figure stopped, watching a pair coming down from up stairs, and continued to watch as they sat down and started to talk. Inarra had little to do with these strangers, and just quietly hung back like a shadow. Apparently unseen or at least unnoticed by the others in the room. She looked back up to the bar, and the kitchen door behind it. Wondering what all was going on. Also unsure if it was safe for her to pull back her other wise, head to toe covering clothing. She blinked as the bar tender, and or cook finally came out. She finally felt the eyes land on her, but not see through her covers. The man was more alert than the others that much was for sure. She still kept quiet for the moment and slowly walked to the bar, but not right to the food, as she didn\u0026apos;t want to cut off people from there own meal.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:39:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497033569,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is glad she can\u0026apos;t read Stephanus\u0026apos; mind, which is comparing grandmother to granddaughter. That would\u0026apos;ve earned him a nose flick or two! \u0026quot;You sense it, huh? What\u0026apos;s that feel like?\u0026quot; She teases him for not saying that he smells it. \u0026quot;Uh...I think we\u0026apos;ll be treated to some meat.\u0026quot; Same as always, as far as she can recall. The paladin\u0026apos;s glance over had gone entirely unnoticed, whenever it had happened. \u0026quot;Thanks,\u0026quot; she says to Aetharis, staring at him a bit longer than normal, meeting his gaze until he turned and walked away. Eve uses her fingers to slowly pick vegetables from the plate and plop them into her mouth. She glances at Inarra at last and nods in silent greeting, should the other woman look the ginger\u0026apos;s way. \u0026quot;How do I tell him?\u0026quot; She mutters to Steph under her breath.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:43:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497033815,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sure was welcoming of the food. And the fact that Aetharis said nothing to him. At least he won\u0026apos;t be interrupted in the eating of the food. He decided nto to reply to Eve\u0026apos;s question about how the food feels. So he simply digs in, and begins eating, starting with the vegetables, just like how Eve did it. Then he hears Eve ask a question.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;How do you tell him what?\u0026quot; he asked from Eve, entirely confused, not knowing at all what did she mean by that. How does she tell Aetharis what? Or tell who what? He could only make guesses, but he sure did not know it all.... so he continued eating, and continued eating. What else could he do? Nothing at all. It was not up to him to judge what went on between Aetharis and her - he was no longer her lover, after all.",               "date": "2017-06-09T20:51:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497034272,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Later"    },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Eve Smith only has a slight bump at her stomach, but given how skinny, almost emaciated the rest of her is, anyone with eyes can tell. \u0026quot;Thanks, Steph,\u0026quot; she sighs sarcastically at the paladin\u0026apos;s return questions. She can\u0026apos;t tell if he\u0026apos;s being thick on purpose or if today is an off day for him. Once the vegetables are gone, she freezes again and offers Aetharis a stiff nod of gratitude for the water. Once he\u0026apos;s left, she seems to deflate as the tension rolls off her shoulders. To distract herself, she finds herself studying Inarra, listening to the soft voice and wondering just what might be hiding under the layer of fabric.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:05:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497035143,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "TheSevenYoungGoats The family of goats walk into the tavern wearing their tavern maid outfits as they all slowly look around the place.\n",                "date": "2017-06-09T21:08:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497035317,                "user": "TheSevenYoungGoats"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond feels rather awkward once again. Either he dozed off and spaced out for a few moments, or he\u0026apos;s having a bad day, but either way - he genuinely had no clue what she was talking about. And now it is too awkward to reply to her in any way. What can he say to her? Nothing. Nothing at all. Anything he might say may be used against him, so he does not even bother it. He merely finishes the plate, and then stretches himself, finding it too awkward to just get up and leave. No. He offered Eve his room, and he will see to it that she will return once all this business has been handled. Yet now she is busy with something else... all the awkwardness.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:08:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497035333,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis being a little distracted by something and then smiled to every one, seeing the family of goats walk in with their outfits. Still this wasn\u0026apos;t like Aeth no, he would have been talking more, but something just wasn\u0026apos;t right how would he talk to her as well even think on how to explain his \u0026apos;recent\u0026apos; actions that took place. Twas boggling his mind for a while then took a deep breath before letting it all flow out of his body before turning around and smiled. \u0026quot; Nothing is wrong, every thing is fine and dandy, do enjoy your meals today. \u0026quot; Walked behind the counter and sat down on the stool, something was bugging the shit out of him. And it wasn\u0026apos;t going to leave him alone. He couldn\u0026apos;t figure it out, it was making him a little odd.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:15:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497035713,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, looking up first at the odd animals, then back to between the woman and the Elf. She raised an unseen eye brow and stopped eating for a moment. Obviously looking between the two of them. \u0026quot;You both mated together didn\u0026apos;t you? It\u0026apos;s that or you both feel for each other, but she ended up with another man. Either way, it\u0026apos;s silly for the both of you to keep acting like this.\u0026quot; Being some what blunt, like her race tended to be. But also still carrying that sweet Elvish tone, trying not to go into that deeper Drow edge as much as possible as she went back to eating. It wasn\u0026apos;t her place to get over involved, but it was becoming an obvious issue lingering in the room, what ever it was.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:20:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497036059,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith looks over at the herd of goats with a raised brow, but says nothing. Something weirder will come along, like always. It takes about three seconds for that particular prophecy to come true. The female elf\u0026apos;s blunt comments earns a scarlet blush over the ginger\u0026apos;s cheeks. At once, she looks down at the table and at her food again, which she pokes with a fork. Without a word, Eve stands and walks out of the tavern. There\u0026apos;s only so much she can handle in one day.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:24:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497036283,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looks utterly shocked to see Eve leave. Yet he heard the comments of the elf. Nevertheless, he does not react. Instead, he copies the moves of the woman who formerly rested in his room - following her outside... seemingly, that is. He wasn\u0026apos;t really following her. He was merely walking outside of the tavern, as he has some business to attend to... or does he? As his legs take him on a journey towards the exit door of the tavern, he starts growing more and more hesitant. Maybe he should stay and... see if he can socialize with anyone else who is present? Such as that elf who was rather blunt before. He may consider giving it one try, so he slowly begins to walk back to the table he previously walked away from.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:28:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497036493,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis curious to know what would happen as he finally sighed a little looking at the elf that spoke, \u0026quot; well did do something like that, but don\u0026apos;t think anything really happened after that. \u0026quot; It was clear he had no idea as their relationship was different before long he\u0026apos;d finally would walk past both Inarra and Stephanus. Leaving the tavern to the out side, curious to see what she was or has been up to. Standing out side the door. \u0026quot; Well been a while Eve, what all has been happening. \u0026quot; If she was there or heard him speak, as long as she saw his eyes they were indicating that something might be a little off about it. Reacting to something perhaps.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:33:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497036787,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, seeing the older man almost leave then come back, and the Elf walk out to talk with the other woman. \u0026quot;I think they had a thing.\u0026quot; She said softly as she finished her food. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t like getting involved, but some one had to cut that thick over hang. The emotions were getting so silly and hung around so thick, it was going to take a knife to get through them in the next few minutes.\u0026quot; Half looking to the others in the room, then back to Stephanus as he was sitting again.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:39:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497037160,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith is out of sight, because that was her exit post.\n",                "date": "2017-06-09T21:39:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497037196,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed at what Inarra said. She thinks that had a thing? He sighed, facepalmed, and then said... \u0026quot;You think they had a thing? You don\u0026apos;t know half of it...\u0026quot; then he got up and walked towards the Dark Elf, hoping she will not be scared, so he can whisper something to her. \u0026quot;She is carrying his child.\u0026quot; he would whisper, once close enough to tell her without anyone else overhearing it. \u0026quot;From what I know, she may still have feelings for me, which I do not return. She is just a friend of mine, nothing more.\u0026quot; he tried to explain it to Inarra. \u0026quot;Not sure what she thinks of the elf, but I\u0026apos;m pretty sure she ain\u0026apos;t very fond of that slaver...\u0026quot; accidentally spreading rumours.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:42:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497037328,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked and slowly nodded. \u0026quot;So I was right then. They have a thing for each other. So why do they nervously hide it so much? Is it for you? Or another reason?\u0026quot; She looked up as the stranger. He might have seen her for what she was, but she still kept every inch of her hidden in the clothing, or in the shadows they cast on her. She wasn\u0026apos;t going to pay any mind to the rumor thing, only the main focus. Still curious as to why they made it so tense.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:52:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497037935,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shrugged. \u0026quot;Beats me. The elf Aetharis is known for... let\u0026apos;s just say that calling him a womanizer, a whoremonger, or even a quagmire would be all major understatements. Him fidgeting and nervously hiding that he had with a woman is very out of character for him. Normally, he puts slave collars on women\u0026apos;s necks, rapes women, ensalves them, or simply seduces them and boasts about his conquests.\u0026quot; he tried to explain.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;As for Eve... she is most likely embarrassed. Right now, there is another man who goes after her, but she doesn\u0026apos;t return his feelings. In turn... she has a thing for the elf and me as well at the same time. She knows about the elf\u0026apos;s devious nature, so....\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-09T21:57:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497038236,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinks. \u0026quot;I see, so the Elf might have fallen for one of his Conquests, and is too proud to say so, and the Woman is nervous to say anything as she fears him cheating on her any way. An odd little couple I will say.\u0026quot; She nods a little. Seeing no one else around, her ears were wildly in need of itching, so without further prompting, the Drow suddenly pulled her hood back. Her long silver hair flowing down her back before she finally reached back up and rubbed her ears a little. \u0026quot;Uhhh! Sorry, gets so stuffy in that, but I\u0026apos;m still not sure how safe I am in here.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:04:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497038652,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not really agree with the Dark Elf\u0026apos;s theory. Eve falling for Aetharis? There\u0026apos;s no way in hell that will happen... The elf conquers women all the time! But nevertheless... the Dark Elf has revealed herself. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not sure if that was entirely wise. It is never safe around that elf, especially if you are a woman, lest he may try to \u0026apos;recruit\u0026apos; you into his crew of barmaids... which is basically his harem.\u0026quot; he kept spreading the rumours, albeit they are not exactly unfounded.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;The only barmaid he did not rape is Naerie, the fox-lady. I assume he doesn\u0026apos;t have a thing for fox-eared people. Not sure if he has a thing for Dark Elves.\u0026quot; he remarked, weighing on Inarra\u0026apos;s safety. Given how he is an elf - or half-elf? - it may be safe to assume that he may be biased against Dark Elves. Or, he could be the type who wants to conquer the exotic beauty that his people normally scorn.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;But given how he seems to be spacing out at the moment... Maybe it is safe. I am Stephanus Tavilrond, paladin. If you know what\u0026apos;s good for you, you\u0026apos;ll stay far away from the kitchen... and from the elf for that matter.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:09:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497038961,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, looking at that back door. Her long light blue ears flicked as she looked at it and back to Stephanus, and replied to him. \u0026quot;Uh, Inarra, warrior. And uh, what\u0026apos;s back there that I should be so worried about?\u0026quot; One of her ears lowered, in an obvious look of confusion. She figured she could handle one surface elf on her own, but was also unsure what kind of tricks the man might have had up his sleeves. Maybe a trap in the kitchen for catching others?\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:14:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497039280,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed first as a response to the question about the kitchen. \u0026quot;A force-field of a sort to prevent people from escaping or fighting back against him. And that\u0026apos;s also the place where he usually catches his female victims and rapes them... at least, that\u0026apos;s what I witnessed once.\u0026quot; he said. Yes, what a heroic paladin - witness a rape, but unable to respond to it properly.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Just make sure to hide your face as well when in his sights. If he sees a beautiful woman, especially one as exotic as you... he may start planning his moves to put the collar on your neck. And let me tell you, it ain\u0026apos;t a fairy tale - I remember a barmaid who was constantly grumpy and useless. She wore one of those collars. That collar would kill her if she tried to leave, and also kill the wearer, if she tried to remove it. Somehow, her rogue lover managed to remove it.\u0026quot; he told the tale, further spreading the Nerida-Kester legend.",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:19:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497039547,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra Hmmm... \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003EShe now looked eagerly at the door like it was a challenge to her abilities. She had a few other things to take care of first. She removed her gloves, before rubbing one along Stephanus\u0026apos;s cheek. \u0026quot;Poor thing, defender of the weak, and here you are in a trap for them.\u0026quot; She was warm, and silky to the touch, but she then suddenly pulled away, putting both hands on the bar, she did a cartwheel over the bar, landing on her feet. She then took her gloves to the sink to quickly wash them off from eating, before slowly turning to the door way. Looking it over closely. Obviously she was looking for something. She might not find it until she went in, but she would check any way.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:24:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497039848,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond almost felt like blushing and melting as the Dark Elf rubbed her hand along his cheek. Almost. But instead, he smiled and smirked, which was very brief, as he saw her inquiring about something she should not have. Not at all.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;No, don\u0026apos;t go there, it\u0026apos;s dangerous!\u0026quot; he tried to warn her, but it seemed like his warning fell to deaf ears. He strengthened himself and went on to follow her closely, pulling out his sword from the scabbard. As if he is expecting the Dark Elf to go somewhere or open a door to a place where monsters may come out. \u0026quot;The last time another person and I tried to intrude on the elf like that, he put us into a room from which we could only get out by making love. Don\u0026apos;t let that happen to us.\u0026quot; he remarked sarcasitcally, almost as if he was cracking a joke - as if it was a fake story he made up to scare Inarra but lost interest in making it sound real. Except that it was a real story, even if the sarcastic tone of his voice suggested otherwise.",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:29:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497040145,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra Hmmm, sounds like you\u0026apos;ve had quite the ventures here yourself then. Why do you stay if you worry about more of such things happening to you? Not exactly Lawful good any more are you? \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003EShe gave a slight smirk, being trapped with him might be... interesting. But with the owner out, they had nothing to worry about for the moment. \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EI\u0026apos;m trying to find the runes, or the magic object he\u0026apos;s using to cast that capture field you spoke of. I\u0026apos;m not seeing anything in the door way it\u0026apos;s self. So it\u0026apos;s got to be further in. \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003EShe looked to the Paladin, then back to the door way, very tempted to step in and look around some more.\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:36:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497040605,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond pouted. \u0026quot;I am always Lawful Good\u0026quot; - except for the chastity part. \u0026quot;I wouldn\u0026apos;t look for them anywhere... he has probably hidden the runes in some location under the ground, or he took them with himself... or...\u0026quot; he couldn\u0026apos;t really think of anything for a moment. Nothing at all. He had no idea.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Come on, let\u0026apos;s get out of here before he comes back... If he finds us here, you might get the short end of the stick and become a part of his harem.\u0026quot; he warned her once again. \u0026quot;The only woman I knew who was brave enough to snoop around his kitchen became part of his harem. He raped her in front of everyone before putting the collar on her neck. Do you want the same to happen to you? If not, then...\u0026quot; at this point, he was tempted to say \u0026apos;You know what, I\u0026apos;m going up to my room, you have fun risking your freedom\u0026apos; - but he did not say it. Only implied it with his facial expression.",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:41:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497040890,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, didn\u0026apos;t need to keep hi chastity? Quiting on looking to stop this already? Up to his room? She sighed and turned around to talk again, but the time she was turning, he was already marching up the stairs. Sighing heavily she pulled the hood over her head again and quickly fallowed the Paladin, wondering what he was up to.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:52:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497041558,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was up to nothing out of the ordinary. He would merely march up to his room - forgetting to lock the door - render himself half-naked in the sense of losing whatever shirt he was wearing, reducing himself to only the trousers and below, and then getting on his bed... implying that no one interrupted him, that is. And in the somewhat likely scenario that the Dark Elf Inarra interrupted him, he would simply ask the question \u0026quot;Who goes there?\u0026quot;.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:57:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497041853,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, as she saw him enter a room, she quickly went down the hall after him. By the time she reached the door she just entered then stopped dead in her tracks and blushed wildly. Seeing the toned Paladin in mostly the buff. Her ears flicking slightly. \u0026quot;Oh... Uh, sorry for interrupting.\u0026quot; Still blushing she started to back out to the same door she came in from.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T22:59:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497041997,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was tempted to tell her \u0026apos;Wait!\u0026apos; but decided not to. He has noticed that previously, some outside forces have observed him before and accused him of going after every piece of the tail, so he decided to let it go this time. Instead, he simply closed the door, and jumped on the bed. Everything of value he has can only be accused in a manner that is guaranteed to make a lot of noise. And it is not like he is going to spend a prolonged period of time sleeping. Not at all.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo he let the Dark Elf leave without saying a word to her. To be fair, he was entertained by the sight of her blush, but still decided not to pursue her. Maybe next time. Maybe another time. Or maybe she will be the one to initiate things.",               "date": "2017-06-09T23:03:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497042191,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra still blushed lightly as she went back down stairs. She pulled the hood over herself again and went back to drinking some water. She could use it about now.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T23:05:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497042311,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - having decided not to pursue this Dark Elf - has decided to lock the door of his room, and then enter his slumber, so that no one may intrude on him while he is sleeping. He is going to be out of commission for eight hours or so.\n",               "date": "2017-06-09T23:06:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497042395,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 9., péntek, 21:00:45"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Inarra slowly walked in once more. Hood over her head as her unseen eyes slowly looked around first.\n",               "date": "2017-06-10T16:11:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497103873,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "William Bow glances up from his ale towards the new entry.\n",                "date": "2017-06-10T16:12:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497103955,                "user": "William Bow"            },            {                "content": "Inarra quietly walked to the bar. Looking back at William for a moment as he seemed to be watching the dark clad figure as it slowly sat down on a stool.\n",               "date": "2017-06-10T16:14:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497104094,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, the room going quiet again, shrugging the figure reached over the bar and helped it\u0026apos;s self to a mug of water. Taking a quick sip before sitting down.\n",               "date": "2017-06-10T16:28:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497104901,                "user": "Inarra"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 10., szombat, 08:55:10"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Katlyn Grey \u0026quot;Shame, I was hoping for something interesting.\u0026quot; The spellsword gave a curt nod, and a much more vibrant smile. Ale always brightened her usually grim mood. She gazed at the liquid within momentarily, before shrugging and raising it to her lips. With a few gulps, she quenched her thirst, keeping her fist wrapped around the tankard yet allowing it to rest on the bar. Whatever properties the ale had that were abnormal would probably click in her mind fairly quickly, whether they were harmful or beneficial. She knows her body. \u0026quot;Side effects? I\u0026apos;m not sure I even want to ask.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T10:47:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497170865,                "user": "Katlyn Grey"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis looked at her once more and smiled, \u0026quot; well they aren\u0026apos;t bad per say, but it\u0026apos;s all on how you take it. Don\u0026apos;t worry it\u0026apos;s something that is meant for higher chances and even out of season for mating with females. \u0026quot; That should give her at least something to work with and allow some time to work it out, for now he would give her something to eat, maybe a sandwich or something like steak with vegetables. More so the man continued to help the best way he could. \u0026quot; Of course if you want rumors or small talk then wait for a well know patron to show up, as they might have something for you, always spreading some dastardly rumor. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T10:51:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497171083,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Katlyn Grey It\u0026apos;s worth noting that there was a pendant hung about Katlyn\u0026apos;s neck, one of a seemingly-religious symbol. A lion\u0026apos;s head. However, its purity was all but stolen from it. The once-shiny silver of the pendant had been stained and charred to a filthy grey, and it was.. vibrating? Gently, but it was enough to have drawn Katlyn\u0026apos;s attention. She didn\u0026apos;t remark upon it, but she certainly acknowledged it in the back of her mind. \u0026quot;Mating?.. Fuck me, what have I just done to myself?\u0026quot; the woman pondered, shaking her head. Oh well! Down the hatch! She raised her tankard once more, swigging from its contents with an additional shrug thrown in for good measure. \u0026quot;Right, right. In any case, the name\u0026apos;s Grey.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:10:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497172219,                "user": "Katlyn Grey"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; I am Aetharis, and no you aren\u0026apos;t drinking such liquid as the one I am talking about is pink color. \u0026quot; Couldn\u0026apos;t help but laugh a little before reaching underneath the counter and pulled out a wine looking bottle with a pink liquid inside of it. \u0026quot; This is one of the best ales, so don\u0026apos;t worry about it, only used on special occasion\u0026apos;s. \u0026quot; Keeping a firm hold on his posture while talking to the lady as he wanted to make sure she was safe from drinking it completely. If she had asked for it, he wouldn\u0026apos;t mind giving her some of it. Wouldn\u0026apos;t be responsible for her body becoming fertile and ready out of season. Sure enough the man put the bottle back underneath the counter before looking over her once more.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:15:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497172538,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Katlyn Grey Katlyn raised an eyebrow, and chuckled weakly in relief that she hadn\u0026apos;t accidentally poisoned herself. She drank much more freely now, her right hand perpetually gripping her mug. Her left, however, clutched at the vibrating medallion around her neck. She rubbed it with her thumb, but it did not let up. She narrowed her eyes at Aetharis for just a split second before raising her mug for another sip. She let the issue slip out of her mind, as clearly he was a non-threat. For now, anyhow! \u0026quot;Forgot this place was a brothel, too -- guess it makes sense, you having that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:22:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497172962,                "user": "Katlyn Grey"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Only nodded to Katlyn and smiled, \u0026quot; well that and I tend to make sure all the new girls or those that are serious go through a hiring process. \u0026quot; It was to see how serious some one was to become a barmaid. Something he knew only certain ones would be strong and carefree to be one. \u0026quot; Of course this place also doesn\u0026apos;t have a lot of view\u0026apos;s like the outside worlds. For instance, if you like to lounge, chat or even have sexual intimacy, around here it\u0026apos;s more of a another part in life, nothing shameless here. \u0026quot; This made him unsure of how she would react to what he just said, for the better maybe he\u0026apos;d hope she\u0026apos;d understand what he meant.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:27:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497173277,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 11., vasárnap, 10:46:56"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Katlyn Grey \u0026quot;Ah,\u0026quot; stated Katlyn, dryly. That was a clear sign of either her disinterest in pursuing a job here, or simple lack of attention entirely. Whatever the case may be, she diverted soon enough to a different topic, following a brief swig of ale. \u0026quot;And how\u0026apos;s the surrounding area? Any problems? Deaders? Demons? Werewolves?\u0026quot; she prodded, eyeing the Elf carefully. That vibrating pendant was beginning to get annoying, and she wanted to get to the root of the problem.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:34:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497173650,                "user": "Katlyn Grey"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shaking his head, \u0026quot; well if they do come around they don\u0026apos;t really start anything here, as it\u0026apos;s all right for different races to come into the tavern. Not only that if you are looking for them, you might want to try the other taverns. \u0026quot; Informing her the doors to this place allow many different things to come in and partake in the woman or simple needs of resting and food, or simple finding new people to be friends with. Wasn\u0026apos;t sure what she was trying to get at. However if she did ask he\u0026apos;d tell her almost anything.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:37:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497173846,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Katlyn Grey Katlyn was a good judge of character most times, if a tiny bit paranoid. She gathered that the Elf was being honest with her -- or at least believed she did. She nodded, taking another sip of her ale and pausing momentarily. Her bare fingertips rapped rhythmically upon the surface of the bar before she spoke up again: \u0026quot;Listen, Aetharis. I\u0026apos;m a monster hunter -- I kill things for a living. If you have anything you want dead, give me the coin and you\u0026apos;ll have its head,\u0026quot; she finished with a nod, and another swig of ale. At least that\u0026apos;s out in the open now.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:40:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497174006,                "user": "Katlyn Grey"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Raised a brow before he smiled a little, \u0026quot; well that is a big time around these days, had plenty my self in my day, but the monster\u0026apos;s I fought were a tad bit out of control, some didn\u0026apos;t live in this realm. \u0026quot; Was speaking of deities towards her, but left it as that, how many would believe a half-elf taking on such things and living afterwards. For him just letting her imagination take place. So he would have a pitcher of water, filling a tankard for his self full of water.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T11:42:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497174160,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Jack Crow [i] made his way into the tavern, his head low as a wolf scull adorned with antlers hid his face from others. As he glances around with his hidden eyes, he found himself a spot in the back of the tavern to keep himself out of view, but in site of all woman who could potentially need his help.\n",               "date": "2017-06-11T00:28:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497133731,                "user": "Jack Crow"            },            {                "content": "Strawberry Fortescue quite forcefully presses the stiletto portion of her shoe against the door, casually walking in as the wood slams against the wall. \u0026quot;Hmm... \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003EThis place looks... Interesting.\u003C/span\u003E\u0026quot; Innocently, she hums to herself whilst peering around corners, leaning past pillars and generally inspecting every inch of this place. Well... I mean, it\u0026apos;s mucky, grimy, dirty and not that busy... Sure, why not?\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMerrily skipping over to the counter she seats her butt down on a not-so-comfortable wooden stool. Tapping quite impatiently, she calls out into the recesses of what she assumed to be a kitchen. \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003EHonestly, it could be the fucking broom closet for all she knew, but she was thirsty, goddamnit!\u003C/span\u003E \u0026quot;Hoi! What\u0026apos;s a pretty witch like myself gotta\u0026apos; do for a drink around here?\u0026quot; Fanning her face, she rested both elbows on the counter, leaning over.",               "date": "2017-06-11T00:57:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497135426,                "user": "Strawberry Fortescue"            },            {                "content": "Jack Crow The man noticed the woman\u0026apos;s persistence for a drink and her lifted a hand to his face for a moment. A shadow formed it\u0026apos;s way seemingly out of no were, a note pad held in it\u0026apos;s transparent hands. It stood in front of the lovely young witch, as if waiting to take her order.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EBehind her, another shadow formed from nothing and levitated a glass of what looked like a long island ice tea over to the masked man. It held a straw in it, making it easier for him to keep his face hidden from those wishing to see it.",               "date": "2017-06-11T01:05:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497135910,                "user": "Jack Crow"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 11., vasárnap, 11:32:03"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge [01:53] Nicholas Dirge felt the teasing sensation of bare breasts against his arm. Smiling as he felt her hand slipping and sliding along his chest, Nebit was if nothing else astounding with her ability of sensations. He took a deep breath as solid muscle moved beneath her hand, powerful and well trained for strength and endurance. The life time of a mercenary suited him well, and did many favors to at least keep his body appearing a few years younger than it really was. And now he stood there, not caring for undergarments as he was about a moment away from wraping his arms around the two. In order to get a feel for the various assets that he\u0026apos;d be enjoying for the evening. He\u0026apos;s defiantly been in more fights than he has had time in the sack, and what he lacks in finesse and skill he typically made up for in endurance and strength. Though as he was getting ready to settle his hands upon their very, alluring, and damn desirable curves. He got a new, very lovely piece of eye candy as he stood there. Nebit half nude with Gretel moving in to steal a deep, sensual kiss as he stood there. Now it felt like a part of himself was trying to rip through his pants as he took a long deep breath. And sighed slowly as he watched, standing there almost dumbstruck as he heard the moans followed by the loud slap. His heart was racing in his chest as a very, powerful need was taking hold of him. Oh by the gods he was going to do terrible, terrible things tonight. The kind he would be very happy with come the next morning.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhen Gretle moved her focus to him he smiled as he felt that vigor back now and twice as powerful, his muscles rippled with the strength of youth he had twenty ears ago. And with the damn lip and her looking like that, half naked he just could not resist. He took a deep breath as beneath the tunic a well honed form of musculature moved, he stood between the two. Hands settled at their waist as he played it smart, he decided not to talk too much. \u0026quot;Hold on tight.\u0026quot; Was all he said as he moved quickly, knees bending down with a slight crack as his biceps moved beneath their backside. And with a loud grunt he felt their weight carry free from the floor and settle onto the muscles that they now perched upon. Hands moved to grasp their thighs with a powerful, if too tight grip as he sported them on his arms. His steps where not idle, strained, but not slow as he began this walk. The mental task of making sure they stayed balance on his arms as well as the where to go had been planned out as each step started to lead him closer to his room. Floors creaking as he carried the two under his own power as he grinned as he carried the two with some haste to his room. Managing to kick open the door and slowly bring his knee down, a slight \u0026apos;pop\u0026apos; of cartilage was heard as he set the girls down. He stepped just bast them as he took off his tunic and tossed it to the side.",               "date": "2017-06-14T10:58:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497430684,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge Now he stood topless with them, his body held almost no fat at all as it showed the flat, strong pectorals that lead down to a core that was honed from what was likely decades of work. Scars and old wounds dotted his body, making a strange mix smooth if slightly hairy flesh. With the odd sensation of the healed skin, rough, and lacing over what might have once been life threatening wounds. His chest sported a fair bit of dark brown hair, curled closer towards the center and railing down a small ways. His arms moved with a power of motion that spoke of years of fighting, his hands where rough, calloused. Long hours of fighting and even from his earliest days as a farmboy having turned them into the strange smooth yet rough shape they where in now. Steadily he undid his belt and let the knife and longsword fall to the floor near his shield and what remained of his armour. Kicking it off to the side he began to undo his pants next, undoing the simple line that kept them up he approached the both of them once more. His hands slipping around their waists as he looked to Nebit first, eyes roaming over her as he drank in the sight of her bare flesh. Her exotic features and the curious markings on her body with a new, hungered look.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T10:58:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497430695,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge [01:53] Nicholas Dirge let his lips lock with hers as he began to slowly and steadily pulse his lips against her own, his tongue teasing free of his lips to slide carefully from her own. His eyes closed as his free hand on Gretel\u0026apos;s hips moved, slowly stroking across her lower back as his fingers carefully pulled up her skirt. And began to slip down over her backside, wiggling just between her cheeks as he began to move. Cupping and groping her backside, providing a swift light pat. All the while his lips began to grow a little more agitated, impassioned as he drew upon her lips and even bit her bottom lip. Pulling slightly before letting it pop free as both his hands started to move to the front of the girls. Rough fingers hovering just enough to be felt as he slipped a hand between Gretel\u0026apos;s skirt and Nebit\u0026apos;s oddity of imitation silk. Slowly he stroked along their thighs, his fingers trickling closer and closer.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESteadily they danced along the meat of their thighs as he let a sigh part from his lips as he pulled back from Nebit\u0026apos;s own. His eyes staying locked to hers as he lightly licked his lips and grinned. Before his focus shifted to Gretel as he leaned in slowly, while his fingers carefully began to trace just beside their more sensitive flesh, teasing and toying as he moved to press his lips to hers. Only to slip by and kiss at her cheek, then along towards her jaw, then down towards her ear. Then slowly he kissed and nipped gently along her neck. His teeth slipping just barely along her skin as he slowly applied pressure. Before giving her a steady bite upon her neck, his jaw open to clamp down in that wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain. Holding there a moment as he suckled on her skin before he pulled back and let his breath roll and and cascade over the damp skin. Pulling up towards her ear he whispered. \u0026quot;Get her comfortable, and out of her clothes would you?\u0026quot; He asked as his teeth graved along her lobe before he pulled back from them both. His fingers following as he moved to stand by the bed and and slowly sit down upon it. It creaked gently as he sat there. Watching them both as if he expected a sweet show for his senses",               "date": "2017-06-14T10:58:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497430704,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Demon of Regret grinned brightly as her request was quickly answered, the merc had lifted her and the Neko beauty with near effortless grace. Near...Effortless, she could hear some of the bones crack as he gave them the lift, despite his pace being rather quick. Gretel decided to take this time to kiss along the Merc\u0026apos;s neck and throat. Maybe even steal a few kisses from Nebit should they be close enough together. He finally placed them upon the bed and they greeted with a delicious sight. Even some Archdemons didn\u0026apos;t look as well toned as the Mercenary did. What she didn\u0026apos;t realize, was because how aroused she was, her scaly tail was already peeling from its tattooed state. It wasn\u0026apos;t until she felt the sharpened tip recede to the soft flesh crawl under the bedsheets when she finally took notice of it. She gulped, her attention locked with it until the mercenary started pulling her skirt up that her gaze was locked with his, her violet hues at half mass, as her breathing became labored with warm heated air. She could feel his hand dance along her thighs. But another sensation wrecked her mind as her tail peeked out from under Nebit, running its soft fleshy tip against her ever slushing honey pot. This caused Gretel to roll her eyes back in pleasure, as the mercenary worked his way up her thigh, even came close to kiss-only her cheek?! Why you scoundrel of a-oh....shivering as he kissed along her jaw, her neck, and ears. Oh God, the ears. And the delectable bits. Barely even noticing that her tail had been running along Nebits clit, parting the wonderful vlevet gorge between her legs and greeting the lovespot with such care and sensitivity. She could feel the juices gather and soak around her tail\u0026apos;s tips. Then the bite along the neck, \u0026quot;Yes! God yes!\u0026quot; But he stopped his barrages, giving her sultry whispers to strip down the other woman. Her violet eyes began to glow brightly as a delicious grin stretched on her face, \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t mind if I do.\u0026quot; She would quickly discard her button up shirt. Revealing the creamy pale colored skin of her torso as well as the marvelous breasts that now bounced free of restriction. Along her backside were the black wing tattoos...well..they were tattoos until even those peeled off and became her black feathery wings. Spreading majestically from her shoulderblades as he tail now rapidly wrapped around Nebit\u0026apos;s hip and pulled her close. Gretel\u0026apos;s hungry lips would seek the beauty\u0026apos;s. Smashing them close as she pinned the neko down to the bed. In her state, she wasn\u0026apos;t worried about meticulous strippings, she just ripped whatever was left of Nebits clothing off. Once the woman was splayed, nude before her. Her mouth dove straight for that woman\u0026apos;s honey pot. Her tongue relentlessly parting the now moist lips as her mouth engulfed the woman\u0026apos;s sex. Her tail meanwhile, would stretch over her backside and curl around the neko\u0026apos;s shoulders. Holding her down firmly as the tip would force it\u0026apos;s way into her mouth. This would cause Gretel to tense and moan into Nebit\u0026apos;s sex as her tongue worked all the harder to lavish her with hunger. Desperation. And Need. She would grab hold of herself momentarily, pulling herself away from the neko to kick off that useless for nothing skirt. Standing atop the bed, she gave a long gyrating motion with her hips with her glowing violet eyes. \u0026quot;Well Nebit...Nick?...Did I do good?\u0026quot; Her knees wobbling as her sex practically was drooling down her leg with need.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T11:23:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497432223,                "user": "Demon of Regret"            },            {                "content": "Nebit She watched the merc, eyes taking in every detail...The way her body heated up was a mixture of both of Gretels and her own body pressed firmly to each other. Oh this would be good, she was mentally evaluating everything..Mind rapid firing triggering muscle reflexes and memories she had, pictures forming within her minds eye...Of course when he suddenly was over by them and those strong arms wrapped around her, she let out a rolling deep sensuous purr..Tail flicking behind her, and even with the near effortless manner she and Gretel was picked up with...She knew there was strain, after all sensitive ears picked up on the subtle sounds..Lips parted into a devilish smile, but none the less she poised herself upon the shoulder, taking some of the strain of having to focus on balancing both of them..Her natural balance coming into play, a shiver running down her spine the minute she felt fingers to flesh. Arms stretching as she literally drapped herself over his head, body contorting lightly to reveal the smooth S shaped curves within her body...Warm breasts resting atop his head, as she began nibbling and kissing upon Gretels earlobe softly the whole way..A few moments before the bedroom door was kicked open she had leaned down to the Mercs other ear and began suckling upon it lightly...However it was when she saw the way he looked her over, lips pursing lightly only to be pulled into the rough kiss...Back arching inwards into his body, one leg sliding along his thigh, the warm honey leaving a fine coating along those welcoming and inviting lower regions...Tongue coiling around his, and her mouth pressed into his. Right hand gripping the back of his neck with fingers splayed, a firmer grip than what might have been expected from her upon his neck..\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIt was when he pulled away that she licked her lips gasping softly and extending backwards onto the bed. One leg drawing upwards, as she watched him with gretel hungrily, her own long tail coiling and wrapping wildly upon the bed....Though gaze shifted seeing where the other was looking, curiousity over taking her for only a moment as she watched in wonder...Torn between both the fine specimen of a human male before her and the diabolically delicious form of the woman...She knew right away what she was getting into at that point. It wouldn\u0026apos;t be the first time she served one of such a nature. The command of the man to Gretel hitting her as she was tossed back onto the bed roughly, labored gasps from the stroking of her clit by that fleshy tail made her moan suddenly and extend her body...Her own tail moving to slide up along Gretels just beneath the Mercs hand...Teasing the thighs, and without thinking she roughly kissed back, pressing lips to the others...the lower portion of her skirt ripped assunder, eyes flashing brightly...Those breasts raising into the air, as hands curled roughly into the bed sheets as mouth met honey...The taste an exotic blend of tastes and \u0026apos;spices\u0026apos;, knees trembling in time with her abdominals...While the tail was pushed past her mouth, opening in response and suddenly began to take it in further than one might have expected..Rolling that rough but soft tongue around it...Giving it as much access as possible, eyes closing only to wrap those long legs around Gretels neck moments before she jumped up...This gave her the perfect opportunity, seeing the juices running down her legs...The feline suddenly stalked up behind her, and drew those fingers along the others thighs slowly looking from behind her towards the Merc with a low hisss \u0026#x201C;Come...enjoy us...\u0026#x201D; With that her own tail would coil around and begin probing along the females lower lips softly.", "date": "2017-06-14T11:52:11.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497433931, "user": "Nebit" },           {                "content": "Nebit While she buried her face into the backside of those lush lips at the same time..Fleshy tail dipping in quickly, but drawing up to be followed by a sudden flick of that tongue as she reached her hips with finger tips to slide to that nice little bundle of nerves right at the base of the spine...Heated need pushing her forward as she squirmed, that firm rounded backside wiggling in time with her heart rate.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T11:52:33.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497433953, "user": "Nebit" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 14., szerda, 10:54:03" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond comes down from his room to the floor of the tavenr yawning, making his way towards the bar as fast as possibe - his goal is to drink something... and maybe socialize when he is awoken enough. If the alcohol helps, that is. And hopefully, it will.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:25:51.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497461151, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra was curled up in a booth. Hood pulled over her head, hiding herself as she normally did. Still unused to the place. It was mid day, and there was no way a Drow like her was normally up and moving at this point. Not without something else prodding her awake. Her leather clad form curled up in the corner of the booth, and her back propped against the wall. Silently sleeping. Adjusting only slightly as she heard a little movement in her sleep.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:28:17.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497461297, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "The Wall peers down at this leaning Drow creature.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:28:42.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497461322, "user": "The Wall" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed as he saw - or heard - what seemed to be a sleeping creature... Oh, it was that Dark Elf from the last time. The only who wanted to break into Aetharis\u0026apos;s kitchen. He remembers her, although he cannot remember if he recalls her name properly...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ENoticing that Aetharis is absent, as usual, he decides to once again help himself to some of that sweet alcoholic beverage he craves. Which means walking behind the bar to get it, which is exactly what he does. Once again, red wine. Then sit back down where he came from, and just drink it. Try not to awaken the elf.", "date": "2017-06-14T19:31:08.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497461468, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra continued to sleep in the booth, ignoring the fact that she was getting looked at, and adjusted in her booth. A slight grunt as she sighed and continued to sleep. Her arms wrapped around herself as she continued to rest. \u0026quot;Mmmm...\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:34:02.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497461642, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond - because of the wine - started feeling a little bit more awakened that before, but still not exactly. Still, just to exploit this one-time opportunity, he figured he\u0026apos;d play a prank of a sort... or just have fun. Which is what he did. He would simply walk towards the place where the drow is sleeping, and... begin rubbing her head. This is what he did with his former wife the first time, before their marriage - and she didn\u0026apos;t like it. But then again... this is what she gets for sleeping in public. She\u0026apos;s lucky no one tries to steal from her.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:36:47.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497461807, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra shuffled slightly. suddenly there was a hand. Soft, gentle on her head. She sighed and moaned softly. Softly nuzzling her head into the hand as it continued to softly rub her head. Blushing a little as she was getting mental flashes of her mother when she was much younger. Her eyes still closed as she she seemed to be waking up a little, but also seemed to be liking the affection that Stephanus was giving her.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:40:13.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497462013, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raised his eyebrows at the Dark Elf\u0026apos;s reaction. She was liking it! He thought that as a reaction, she\u0026apos;d weak up and immediately try to chop off the hand of the person doing it, or just get scared... not moaning and sighing. That\u0026apos;s not what he expected from her at all. So he sighed and kept doing it. ~ What kind of mess did I get myself into again? ~ he thought to himself.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:42:31.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497462151, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra huffed, once or twice she felt the hand brush her ear. Finally it was enough to get the Elf to wake up a little. Her eyes slowly peeking and looking around. There was hand here, and she looked up seeing a human. She gasped, and jumped up with a start a dagger in her hand but something in her head shouted at her to stop. She saw the face again and sighed drawing the blade back in. \u0026quot;Uhh... you scared the hell out of me.\u0026quot; She replied as she looked up at the Paladin, slowly sitting up right as she still felt her heart racing.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:45:46.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497462346, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;I thought you\u0026apos;d wake up immediately, rather than huff, shuffle and moan...\u0026quot; he said with as little emotion as there can be. Monotone. He had little else to say, other than to return to drinking his wine. \u0026quot;So how are you I... I\u0026apos;m sorry, what was your name again? I can\u0026apos;t remember it, save for the initial.\u0026quot; he stated his forgetfullness about Inarra\u0026apos;s name. Not exactly the best question to ask from someone whose heart is racing, but anyway... What else to ask from her? Maybe tell her that she\u0026apos;s the one who opened up on him undressing last time?\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:48:51.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497462531, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra sighed. Slowly calming down again still. And also looked around, seeing only the two of them, the Drow slowly lowered her hood again, allowing herself to be seen. \u0026quot;Uh..Inarra.\u0026quot; She repeated, still a bit out of it due to the rather sudden wakening. \u0026quot;And I guess sorry for not waking sooner?\u0026quot; She looked around again, before continuing. \u0026quot;Mother... used to do that when I was younger. Ages ago.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:53:04.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497462784, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond scratched his own head. \u0026quot;Doesn\u0026apos;t everyone\u0026apos;s mother do that? Not that I\u0026apos;d know, since I never had one...\u0026quot; casually mentionings that he didn\u0026apos;t have a normal childhood. But at least he knows her name again. He assumes she knows his. \u0026quot;How old are you anyway? Ages ago... a century or two?\u0026quot; Poking fun at elves. Because why not? Ages ago - meanings he probably wasn\u0026apos;t even alive at that point yet.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T19:56:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497463017, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra adjusted herself. She remember Steph at least. She was better at short names. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m over 300 now. Last time I even saw my mother was 57.\u0026quot; Barely a teenager by Elvish terms, so she lost her mother early, before everything else. Not that she was going to cover that yet. One step at a time at least.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T20:01:04.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497463264, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;In other words, yes... Just as I thought - I wasn\u0026apos;t even alive at the time. Hell, 243 years ago we humans even had a completely different dynasty... It was still the blood of Tondbert...\u0026quot; What he failed to mention was that the switch between dynasties happened 113 years ago. And that the first king of this new dynasty - along with his heir - allegedly shared a Dark Elven woman as a lover, who was fairly influential in politics. Allegedly. But he doesn\u0026apos;t tell her that, as it doesn\u0026apos;t seem that relevant... or just wait - he makes it relevant.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;...our current dynasty, Bryant\u0026apos;s bloodline came to power 113 years ago. Allegedly, he had a Dark Elven lover, who is still alive. Allegedly.\u0026quot; There. He made it relevant. Except about the heir part.", "date": "2017-06-14T20:05:16.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497463516, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Inarra blinked. Nodding slightly, but then looking up a bit at the last part. \u0026quot;One of us is part of the ruling family here? Why weren\u0026apos;t we told?\u0026quot; Suddenly looking very confused, mostly as to why people hated her kind so much when they had one of them as a queen more or less. It was very odd to her.\n", "date": "2017-06-14T20:10:27.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497463827, "user": "Inarra" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t help but laugh at her assertion that one of them is part of the ruling family. \u0026quot;No, no, no, you must have misunderstood me... What I was saying as... Our first king from the current dynasty allegedly cheated on his wife - his human wife - with a Dark Elven woman... For even a mere nobleman, let alone a king to marry an elf - any kind of elf, not necessarily a Dark Elf - would be a massive scandal. Except for his heir, who had a half-Elven wife and somehow got away with it.\u0026quot; saying much of it with a corrective tone, and the last sentence whisperingly, as if he was adding one last comment or note to it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe said that the king had a Dark Elven lover - he didn\u0026apos;t say that the queen was a Dark Elf. As he said it, that would have been a scandal, hence why it never happened. However, truth be told, the aforementioned Dark Elf, who was the king\u0026apos;s lover, and is still alive, was an influential politican in human-land... until she retired from politics.",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:14:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497464065,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra sighed softly. \u0026quot;I see, concubine then. With no real standing in the family. \u0026quot; She nodded a little and flicked her ears. Still it bothered her that such a thing was apparently obvious and still gained no ground for her people. Slowly she sat back up and looked up at him again. \u0026quot;So any way. Anything of note going on.\u0026quot; She looked around the Tavern. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve been in and out hunting for food and such, but not had much luck getting some better coin than for hides, and a few small monster hunts.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:19:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497464397,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not hear Inarra\u0026apos;s thoughts, so he had no knowledge that she was being bothered that a concubine had no influence on the king... Even though she actually did have an influence on him. She was not just the king\u0026apos;s alleged concubine, but also an influential politician, and a leader of the Dark Elven mafia. That king did seem to like Dark Elves, but no amount of legislation and political power can make the ordinary man change his or her feelings about Dark Elves.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I have no clue what might be going on... I haven\u0026apos;t seen anything of note happening. It\u0026apos;s rather boring. Most of the time, I end up getting into some kind of mess that gets me into a conflict with a lady or two...\u0026quot; and also gets him into the bed of a lady or two, but he\u0026apos;s too polite to brag about that in front of a woman. Still, it is rather implied there.",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:22:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497464572,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked and raised an eye brow. \u0026quot;I see, so keeping yourself busy then.\u0026quot; She sighed and slowly sat back. Wondering a bit as to what to do with herself. It was rather early to go hunting yet.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:31:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497465082,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head. \u0026quot;Not really... I don\u0026apos;t usually go out of my way looking for trouble. Usually trouble finds me first... but not this time. This time, nothing is happening.\u0026quot; he corrected her. \u0026quot;No trouble, no fun, no women, nothing to really do... The closest thing to it was you trying to break into the elf\u0026apos;s kitchen last time, only to be stopped by me in the last minute. If I didn\u0026apos;t stop you, you could have gotten trapped and turned into a part of that elf\u0026apos;s harem...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:33:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497465236,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked. \u0026quot;Not so sure on that. If it isn\u0026apos;t a series of runes on the frames and walls, then it has to be an object, and once I have the object I could make it stop. Just a question of where he hides it.\u0026quot; She sighs and shrugs. If the Paladin wasn\u0026apos;t going to help she had no clue how long it would take to find and break the spell.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:39:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497465558,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;From what I heard, he uses two kinds of runes... most of them are under the building, inaccessible by normal means... and some others are placed by him at doors and stuff temporarily. He probably constantly takes those runes with himself, so finding them is impossible. And to find the earlier ones... one would need to dig tunnels around the building to even locate them, let alone retrieve them...\u0026quot; and he sighed oncea gain.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:42:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497465730,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra flicked her ears. \u0026quot;And here I stay, no coin to move out of the area, and under threat of being captured and used as a mad man\u0026apos;s army of sexual slaves.\u0026quot; She blinked and sat back. Wishing there was something she could do. Her leather clad body creeked slightly. The armor hugging her form as she continued to move about. https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/7852203.jpg\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:49:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497466181,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Lucky for me, he only likes women... So there is no chance in hell he\u0026apos;ll sodomize me. And even amongst women, he seems to be rather picky... he doesn\u0026apos;t seem to be particularly fond of girls with fox ears, so he ignores them. Not sure how he feels about Dark Elves...\u0026quot; he shrugged. \u0026quot;Or, you could just follow someone who knows the way to coin. Which excludes me, obviously.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:52:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497466364,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra sighed. \u0026quot;Fallowing coin, would it be any better than being stuck here?\u0026quot; Hinting that most likely to get said coing might lead to selling her morals for it.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T20:57:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497466652,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not expect a Dark Elf out of all people to make such a big deal out of morals. After all, she\u0026apos;s not a Dark Elf.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Arguably better than constantly being at the risk of catching the eyes of that perverted elf that owns this tavern... Because he would take more than your virginity. He would place that collar on your neck. The collar that will not let you leave.\u0026quot; he told the tale again, if it wasn\u0026apos;t getting redoundant again. But he did mention virginity... something she will have to respond to, most likely blushing.",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:08:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497467282,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked and did blushed rather brightly. Her face turning almost as purple as the marking she had on it. Her ears flicked as she sighed and looked down.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:12:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497467574,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond also blinked and raised his eyebrows. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t tell me I poked at a plank I should not have...\u0026quot; then just shrugged. \u0026quot;Well, it can\u0026apos;t be helped... The bottom line is, as long as your face is visible, you are not safe at all around that elf. In fact... I\u0026apos;m not even sure if you are safe with anyone here, really. I had to kill someone in self-defense here...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:15:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497467742,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra sighed softly. Still blushing a little. \u0026quot;I can fend for myself. And if any one tries going there, they are going to end a slow painful death.\u0026quot; Obviously talking about taking her virginity unwillingly.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:19:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497467963,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;That is good to hear. It would be a real shame if that elf got his way again... though, he doesn\u0026apos;t seem to touch women too much lately. Except for the ones he has already laid his eyes on previously. Maybe he stopped his rampage and won\u0026apos;t seek out new targets... maybe he\u0026apos;s not as potent as he used to be and is getting tired and old.\u0026quot; or so he hopes.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:21:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497468092,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge came out from his room as the older man stroked a hand through the scruff that ran along his beard making the steady scratching noise as he let his hand fall away. He adjusted the simple brown shirt he wore that loosely fell around his body, his tanned skin weathered from years on the road. Emerald green eyes ran along the Tavern as he peered past the occasional strand of misplaced brown hair. A few grey hairs settled near his ears as he walked, his black boots clacking of heel against wood as he wondered in, a thumb hooked into his belt that hosted his longsword and knife. Looking to the Drow and, well he suspected was almost some kind of knight judging from his equipment. Offering a grunt as he moved to the bar as he looked around and paused as he awkwardly coughed and waved a hand at the two. Interrupting them from their conversation on, the owner? He wasn\u0026apos;t sure, never met the guy really only really heard about him. \u0026quot;Hey, either a you know if there\u0026apos;s food \u0026apos;bout? Or uh, how much it costs really?\u0026quot; He asked as a brow was peaked and wrinkling his forehead as he scratched again at the slowly graying scruff on his chin\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:25:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497468347,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Mayria stepped forward from the hallway which she had been creeping down. The half-pint made very little effort to disguise her voice as she let it\u0026apos;s melodic tune break the silence embraced by the pair which she had been eavesdropping on. \u0026quot;How sad he would be to hear such sweet words. Tired, old, impotent.\u0026quot; There was a pregnant sigh which pushed beyond the softness of her lips, almost dipping in to the hidden delight she felt in that very moment. Something that was hard to display further by the swatch of fabric she\u0026apos;d been using to help dry off the various strands of lavender hair that had draped over a single, nearly bare shoulder. The wisp of a mutt had emerged from the baths clad in little more than a light piece of fabric that served as a sleeping gown, one which held a length to the knob of her knees, given that her height was lacking. A casual nod was imparted to the three gathered as she moved deeper into the belly of the tavern, all the while the towel in her hands was tossed over the curve of her shoulder to help soak up some of the droplets of warm water that had continued it\u0026apos;s slow paced drip.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:29:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497468561,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked and nodded slightly at Stephanus\u0026apos;s thoughts on the matter, then looked back to the new stranger. \u0026quot;No clue when food is around. Also going back there to get some is a \u0026quot;at your own risk\u0026quot; sort of idea. Apparently magic barriers in there.\u0026quot; Other than that she had no more advice on it. She\u0026apos;d been hunting her own food down since she got here. Blinking she looked back up to Stephanus. \u0026quot;So you said I\u0026apos;m not safe here around any one. Not even you?\u0026quot; She raised an eye brow, wondering what could be so bad about him. He\u0026apos;d been more than friendly so far.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:31:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497468688,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond first looked at the man who interrupted their conversation, quickly coming up with what to say to him - \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know the food is. I only know that the drinks are here... Normally, they cost money, but... since the owner\u0026apos;s absent, just help yourself to it for free. Can\u0026apos;t do much else.\u0026quot; he said what he knew - he doesn\u0026apos;t know where the food is, he only knows the drinks.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen back to Inarra. \u0026quot;Depends. If we get married and you drink a potion that turns you into some giant sixty-legged giant insect that tries to kill me... I have a right to defend myself.\u0026quot; he laughed, and then his laugh stopped suddenly. \u0026quot;Because that\u0026apos;s what happened last time. She was no longer her usual self, so she turned into that... thing... and attacked me. I widowed myself.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:34:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497468871,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Inarra blinked, her eyes going slightly wider as she just listened in slight shock. There wasn\u0026apos;t really much to say to that, he was lucky to be alive, and yet had to put down his own mate. Had to be hard.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:37:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497469034,                "user": "Inarra"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge paused as he looked down at Mayria as he blinked a few times, surprise gripping him as he just paused and tilted his head at the strange sight. The girl was, well bloody short to start with, but what really caught his eyes where was the body she sported. Nick almost could have misplaced her for a child if it weren\u0026apos;t for the more amble portions of her body. And with the, well little more than a her sleeping gown and that towel to obscure his eyes as they remained fixed. But he remembered how this went last time and he had gotten into trouble, fun trouble but trouble none the less. Peeling his eyes from her as his question was answered he set his gace to Inarra next.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Huh, great thanks, well. Least I know I\u0026apos;m not goin be hoppin the counter anytime soon. Where do the damn bairmaids sleep? Gunna make a racket at their door till one gets off their ass.\u0026quot; He said but at Steph\u0026apos;s words he paused and reconsidered that now, as he often said. He never really did turn down a free drink, least of all when in the face of danger or consequence. He paused as he stroked his chin and began to weight his options, its been a while since he had alcohol for a meal, but on the other hand he was quite hungry. He shrugged and tried the simple method of reaching beneath the bar to see if he could find anything within reach first",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:38:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497469128,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond then coughed. \u0026quot;In other words... you are safe-ish around me... unless you also turn into a giant insect-being that tries to kill me. But then again, we\u0026apos;ll never get married, so it\u0026apos;ll never happen...\u0026quot; he laughed at the end. It\u0026apos;s not that he has a bias against Dark Elves or anything - he simply wanted to make Inarra blush again.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;The barmaids all seem to sleep in some hidden location... or in their own rooms, like patrons. Just help yourself to some beer, it\u0026apos;s basically liquid bread.\u0026quot; he said to Nicholas then. And indeed, one can find pretty much any kind of beverage behind the bar. At least, most of it. Their quality is not assured however. Even Steph usually picks out the familiar red wine when no one is around to give him what he asks for, because he is unwilling to risk drinking some mistery liquid that sits behind the bar pretending to be a drinkable beverage.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Oh and... if you find any pink bottles, do not, under any circumstances drink it. Just don\u0026apos;t.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:41:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497469318,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Mayria continued on her approach from the hallway to the bar. Those small feet of hers had barely made a sound with each step and had she not spoken then it would have been easy to simply fade into the background. The only time that there was the slightest bit of pause from her motions when she caught Nicholas\u0026apos; eyes lingering on her. It encouraged a slight tilt of her head before her lips parted in the presence of a smile, displaying serrated teeth took away from the warm, gentile nature of it - but that\u0026apos;s only if one looked close enough at the slight gap of flesh to notice such a thing. She watched him for a briefly as that hint of her jovial demeanor gave rise in the light of her eyes, a slight upturn of her chin making it so she could take in the features of his face. Beyond that brief moment of looking, she made herself at home. A relatively common thing for the half-breed to embrace no matter where she lingered. Behind the bar and searching not a moment later, she would carefully pull out an aged bottle containing a dark liquid to settle on the bar\u0026apos;s top. Not a word spoken throughout the entire process of retrieving a tankard of some variety to place beside the bottle for her future use. As the others went about their motions, she continued her own - fetching a piece of parchment and writing piece from somewhere along one of the lower shelves.\n",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:50:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497469817,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge continued to riffle through until he found a pink bottle, raising a brow he shrugged as he sat up properly as he sniffed at its top inspecting it. Shaking it as he listened there was a fair bit of liquids inside, he was about to pop off the top of it when he heard the protest from Steph as he raised a brow before looking down slowly back at the drink he had been considering, slowly he set it back beneath the counter and nodded before taking a deep breath and sighing slowly. \u0026quot;Right, well. Not uh, not drinking that then...\u0026quot; He said as he gave a steady sigh from his lips before reaching behind his head and scratching at the back of his head before shrugging and simply making ready to vault the bar.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHowever Mayria\u0026apos;s attention and glace towards him had him paused as he watched her so effortlessly wonder behind the bar as he found his eyes set to wondering once more as he let his eyes dip up and down. His gaze was rendered from her a bit faster this time as he instead watched her pull out the dark bottle and tankard, it appeared as though she had similar ideas when it came to food. Still rather than just hopping the bar, and likely hurting himself. He took to her example, quickly wondering behind to rummage and pluck a simple looking bottle as he strolled back out. Sniffing at the top as he shrugged, it smelled normal enough and for him that\u0026apos;s all he needed right now. Steadily he wondered from behind the bar and to a table, groaning as he sat down and one of his knees made a horrible \u0026apos;pop\u0026apos;. The chair protested his weight as he leaned upon the wood and took his first sip, his fave twisted as he shook his head. \u0026quot;Oh, that did not taste, oh this is not beer. Oh well.\u0026quot; He said as he took a deep breath and steadily sipped from its tip, a bit more tentatively",               "date": "2017-06-14T21:57:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497470245,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Mayria eventually found all the necessary bits and pieces that would work towards her departure from behind the bar. With one hand baring the weight of the tankard and writing piece and the other containing the bottle and parchment, she was not too far behind Nicholas as he vacated the back of the bar. From there her path would diverge, as the closest and unoccupied stool on the customer\u0026apos;s side was her end goal. Each item was carefully slipped into place atop the bar\u0026apos;s surface once more before she planted each empty hand on the bare seat that she would come to claim as her own - once she managed to get up there. The soft fabric of her night shirt inched up the curve of her thighs as she used what slight upper body strength she had in order to pull herself up and hitch the curve of her kneecap along the smooth surface, serving as a point where she could use the greater strength of her legs to push the remainder of her body upward. From there it was little more than a twist of her body and a grasp of the bar\u0026apos;s ledge that would allow her to settle in to something more comfortable.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWith feet dangling, and the towel on her shoulder slipping off to find a new home atop her lap, the half-pint wasted no time in reaching from the bottle and wiggling the stopper free of it\u0026apos;s placement within the bottle\u0026apos;s open mouth. Liquid flowed freely from one container to the next before the potent odor of the honey-laced liquor filled her immediate surroundings. A scent which only made the mutt\u0026apos;s salivary glands work harder due to the sheer anticipation of what it would taste like on her tongue when she\u0026apos;d finally poured enough to have a drink of it. She practically wiggled in her seat as those dangling feet fell into a child-like kicking of the air; a fair sign that she had been craving that sweetened liquor for quite some time. Something that would ease away the stress and leave her relaxed for the evening\u0026apos;s festivities -- assuming she ever found the desire to put on her daily wares.",               "date": "2017-06-14T22:12:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497471148,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge found his drink was definitely more potent than he had wanted. With a groan and a grunt he shook his head and opened his eyes before promptly closing them and shaking his head. Sending his strands of brown hair cascading around his face in a mess of locks, the gray hairs he tried to hide near his ears falling free and just out of his sight as he groaned and looked around. Right now his only entertainment being the girl at the bar. Watching her, almost hilariously small form get into the seat was near priceless as he grinned. His lips parting the scruff of a beard he wore on his face as he relaxed in his seat. Toying with his drink as his eyes danced over the soft flesh on display, he sat up a bit and a loud \u0026apos;crunk\u0026apos; echoed from his back as he gave a pained almost breathless sigh. He\u0026apos;d gotten a bit to much of a workout last night perhaps. As much as he hated to admit it, he was not as young as he thought he was.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESighing as he reached into his pocket, and pulling out a few dice and a pack of cards he considered asking around for a bout of gambling to ass the time. His eyes flickered over the occupants of the tavern, his eyes lingering on the more soft skin on display before he looked to his cards. \u0026quot;So uh, anyone up for a game to pass the time?\u0026quot; He asked grinning as he picked up the dick and started to shuffle it. Pausing as a hand reached up to give some small semblance of order to his hair as he relaxed a bit more into his seat, the occasional cringe running over his face from the bit of pain in his back.",               "date": "2017-06-14T22:26:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497471975,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 14., szerda, 13:26:30"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge sat in the bar as he tossed a few cards out before him, the older man sighed as he reached up to scratch at the back of his head. A few locks of brown hair slid into his face as he continued to doll out his cards. The gray strands that sat near his ears shifted and came loose as he put his focus to setting up his game of cards. The older man slowly paused as he looked up, his emerald eyes scanning over the usually quiet Tavern as he scoffed and chuckled muttering to himself as his gruff voice fell from his lips. \u0026quot;Ah, for a brothel \u0026apos;n guild place has as much noise as a graveyard.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ESighing he drew out a small sheet of paper and a pouch, opening the pouch he reached in and pinched his fingers. Drawing out a small chunk of tobacco as he began to sprinkle a line a along one end of the paper. Brushing off his fingers as he took a second to scratch at the scruff of beard that coated his cheeks. A few errant gray hairs sticking out before he began to roll the paper up and pinch the ends. Slowly he took the roll and leaned towards a lit candle. Igniting the end he blew it out quickly before placing it between his lips, a steady draw as the tip smoldered. Parting the left side of his mouth he let a steady flow of smoke billow out as he began to play the card game for one",               "date": "2017-06-15T22:12:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497557564,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 15., csütörtök, 10:36:56"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Rafaele Liborio Walk through the rainy night along an empty, wet and muddy, dirt road. The night is dark and cold as the lone feline makes his way through the wood, looking into the distance he see a dime light braking the darkness, slowly but surely he take step and step closer to the light up building. He get to the front door and grab the handle and push the creaking door open as he step inside the tavern, out of the cold rainy storm.\n",               "date": "2017-06-15T00:02:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497477750,                "user": "Rafaele Liborio"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge sat smoking his rolled tobacco as he lounged near the fire, a half finished card game sat beside him as the old mercenary lay back in his seat with his eyes closed. His bearded cheeks hosting his bearded chin as he quietly rested, an emerald eye daring to peek only as he heard the creak of the tavern door. Raising a brow as a hand quickly went to the hilt of his longsword and old muscles tensed and he sat up a bit more. His focus coming as he looked over the stranger, armed, reasonably tall, probably mercenary from how he was dressed. No bandit markings. Slowly he began to relax though his hand did stay on his hilt as he grunted. \u0026quot;Suggest you get your dumbass to the fire. Dry off before you start sneezin all over the place.\u0026quot; He muttered to the arrival as he continued to lounge near the heat as his free arm moved to one of the blocks of wood by his side. Lifting it and tossing it onto the fire as he sighed. Wipping his hand on his brown tunic as he kept one eye open\n",               "date": "2017-06-15T00:09:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497478199,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Rafaele Liborio His feline ears peek up at the old rough voice speaking to him, he reach up and grab his dripping hand and takes it off, reveling his feline appearances. \u0026quot;Arh~ Your suggestion is mostly appreciated.\u0026quot; The cat man responds in a thick Italian accent as he step closer placing hat onto an empty table and unhook his cape and hang it to dry by the fire. \u0026quot;My name is Rafaele... Liborio Celso Anastasio Beniamino Martelli. I\u0026apos;m sorry for the interruption this late in the night.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-15T00:21:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497478871,                "user": "Rafaele Liborio"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge peeked at the cat man as he sat up a bit and grunted as he began to clean his cards up and shuffle them into one pile. His eyes staying on him as he hung up his coat, he slid his arm over the table to clear it off and brush a few crumbs aside. \u0026quot;Well there Rafaele. I\u0026apos;m Nick, and don\u0026apos;t worry about the disturbance. Fuck all happens round here and you\u0026apos;re not trying to stab me \u0026apos;n take my things. Pretty willing to say we\u0026apos;re square up \u0026apos;n fine. Unless you are planning to stab me in take my things, in which case fuck you.\u0026quot; He said as he muttered lightly with a small twinge of a grin on his lips, his strange humor remaining stained over his lips as he drew another breath from his cigarette and blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth. \u0026quot;What brings you to this shit heap?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-15T00:34:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497479664,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 15., csütörtök, 23:31:14"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Mayria tilted her head slightly towards Aetharis, making those whispered words come all the more easily so that his breath would skirt along the half-breed skin in such a way that it encouraged the presence of gooseflesh to rise. Beyond such a thing, she seemed to lack any kind of care that the slip of fabric was raised up to expose the flat expanse of her stomach, the jut of wide hips, and the silky blue swatch of fabric that had hugged her nether regions. There was only a lean of her body that would place the length of her slightly exposed backside against the chimera as he cupped and cradled those weighted mounds - at least until he pulled away. The haze of exactly what was going on had still evaded her and she was trying to pick up the pieces as they fell around her but the touch and the presence of his words had all caused an affliction of arousal to rise within her that was displayed in a subtle form of a honeyed scent caressing the air around her and the slight push of erecting nipples against the fabric or hands that held her. \u0026quot;No buffalo then?\u0026quot; The woman didn\u0026apos;t look consumable, at least not on a level that a normal person might entertain.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T10:51:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497603066,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Anouke Ranha She wasn\u0026apos;t paying much attention, instead she looked around the room and sighed slightly..It was a mess, the poor sheep having torn the place asunder as she listened finally..Eyes moving towards the two for only a moment, giving a slight nod. \u0026quot;Ah I see...Meeting new people is always interesting, the first of the two...Well not so much so for myself, but to everyone their own\u0026quot; Eyes moving towards the windows as she spoke \u0026quot;Perhaps now that I know this...maybe find my way back to civilization somehow?\u0026quot; her figure literally beginning to shift slightly becoming more smokeish in appearance for a brief few moments...Something about the place did not sit right with her, and when she did finally realize what was going on she sort of side stepped behind a table to hide the fact that her lower section and hands were having to reform once more...A habit when she wasn\u0026apos;t sure of a place and her mind told her to get away from somewhere.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T11:09:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497604193, "user": "Anouke Ranha" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckled a little but watched Mayria and then stepped closer to her. \u0026quot; No buffalo, \u0026quot; then looked up back at the other female, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry you are fine, how ever don\u0026apos;t act to much and calm down. Give it a chance and I am sure you will enjoy your self, want a preview of something interesting? \u0026quot; Only spoke in a teasingly tone of voice while now holding onto the girl, knowing he was only teasing. Never expected it to actually effect any one there. Just something he wanted to do and see how this female that partly turned to smoky appearance. \u0026quot; How ever do know that many are lucky to find a place where you can be free of all the worlds eyes and explore many things with out worry of being looked down upon. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-06-16T11:14:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497604468, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Mayria was actually a fair amount disappointed that there would be nothing for her to sink her serrated teeth into. It left that bottom lip of hers to serve as a makeshift remedy for the sleepy desire; with a slight working of her jaw, the plush flesh was drawn inward so that she could actively and comfortably chew on it as she drew her gaze towards the only other inhabitant that wasn\u0026apos;t actively groping her. \u0026quot;Plus the baths are very nice. Relaxing.\u0026quot; That sleepy voice supplied in addition to Aetharis\u0026apos; words before she was finally settling herself into some form of motion. A shift of bare feet, a lead of a hip, and she was turning within his grip. Whether he chose to remain holding onto her breasts or let his hands slide along to the slope of her back was left solely to his own discretion. She merely wanted to wiggle her slight form up against his and did not delay in laying the affections upon him if he allowed her to - going so far as to reaching up and sliding her hands over his chest before she lazily dropped the curve of her horn against the well-formed skin along the center of his torso. \u0026quot;Inviting.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T11:19:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497604796,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Anouke Ranha Lifting one dark brow a bit she turned her attention once more to the sight before her. This was as bad as the bazaars she went to, and it made her scrunch her nose up slightly..Just wonderful, she went from one place to another it was as if she was pulled to things like this by some invisible hand of the universe playing some weird joke on her...She knew she shouldn\u0026apos;t have went Eenie Meanie Minie Moe to pick a darn fire place to pop out of...Her arms crossing slightly and she spoke \u0026quot;Nope not buffalo but it seemed like a herd of sheep..Did you know they count their own kind?\u0026quot; Chuckling slightly and huffing a bit at the mans words. \u0026quot;I bet even if I said I didn\u0026apos;t I would anyway right?\u0026quot; her tone joking as she laughed slightly, forcing her hands to reform into a more solid state..Eyes closing before snapping open and almost growling a moment \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think it\u0026apos;s called luck to be honest, you go to one seedy and shady place you go to another, and boom it\u0026apos;s like Babylon all over...Only difference here is you don\u0026apos;t got wild parties raging in the middle of the bazaars.\u0026quot; shrugging her shoulders lightly and moving to sit down on a chair a safe distance back ..Hearing the womans words she smiled slightly \u0026quot;Baths are always good...Thats a plus I guess.\u0026quot; Hands reaching to toy with a jewel in the center of her garments and eyes distant as if debating something.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T11:33:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497605639, "user": "Anouke Ranha" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Didn\u0026apos;t mind Mayria turning around and felt the tip of her horn against his chest before looking at her with a smile then lowered his hand and smiled. Kissing her deeply, both of his hands trailed down her body only to grip her ass cheeks, picking her up lightly before moving to a table still decently away from Anouke before laying Mayria\u0026apos;s back against the table\u0026apos;s surface. \u0026quot; Mayria, do you want it normal or \u0026apos;altered\u0026apos;? \u0026quot; Curious to know which one she wanted, as it was her choice while his hands worked over her legs lifting her gown a little to allow his hands seeking her warmth between the legs. \u0026quot; Oh mind you lady, don\u0026apos;t mistake me for a \u0026apos;normal\u0026apos; elf or half elf, I can greatly guarantee that it is so. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-06-16T11:41:01.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1497606061, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Mayria had naturally brought her arms up to wrap around Aetharis as he moved her, holding limply until she found herself laying out on top of one of the tables. Even as he slid her down, the soft pad of her fingertips fell into a soft dance along each little curve and nook of his torso until she finally came to lay flat upon her back. Those once exploring fingers were put to use once more as she extended her arms above her head, wrapping around the ledge of the table to anchor herself. \u0026quot;Normal,\u0026quot; She responded in those soft tones as each leg bent so that both of her bare heels could take stock in settling along the table\u0026apos;s edge and against the curvature of her lower ass. \u0026quot;For now,\u0026quot; There was amusement in those half-lidded eyes as she was encouraged from that sleepy, cuddly state into further embracing the arousal he had previously bestowed upon her. The touch of his fingers along those silky panties would only encourage the spreading of those tender thighs as she gave him more access to her nether region - making sure he would both be able to see and feel the dampness that had begun to minimally effect the cloth when he took to groping at her body.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T11:49:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497606573,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Anouke Ranha Well she was right, and when she heard movement her attention was diverted up once more from the gem she had been messing with...Obviously he was right about one thing there was no inhibitions here, but it also made her correct as well about her prior statement about some of the gatherings and bazaars she had been to..Sitting upright in her seat for a moment she allowed the dark strands of hair to fall in her face to shield her eyes from it. No matter how many times she had seen such, and had been told it was perfectly fine and dandy she still wasn\u0026apos;t one to typically go watching or paying to much mind...But his words snapped her back to the current as she tried to drift mentally off..Then there was the womans words with their sleepy tone that made her furrow her brow for a second as she spoke \u0026quot;Why would I do that? Not everyone is \u0026apos;normal\u0026apos; believe me I know.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T11:54:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497606888,                "user": "Anouke Ranha"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Didn\u0026apos;t deny it either and licked his lips before pulling her a little closer and moving her silky panties aside. Pulling his cock out and slowly started to push into her damp folds feeling greatly pleased. \u0026quot; Well then Mayria, when you want the other just say it. \u0026quot; Slowly pushing his length into her depth, seeking to press the head firmly against her cervical entrance. Such dampness helped lubricate his shaft while his eyes looked over to her and then smiled at Anouke. Nodded a little and laughed, \u0026quot; well then think of it as this, this lovely woman here is very attractive and you are too. How ever maybe it\u0026apos;s the fact this world has gone to far, minds become clouded with a way of living. Me I prefer to show my love through these act\u0026apos;s but keep this in mind, no matter the race I can mate with. \u0026quot; Once that was said, his hips gotten rougher with Mayria, showing her how much of what he said was true.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T11:57:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497607074,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Mayria \u0026apos;s spine took to a slight bend, arching her center upward while he burrowed the length of himself inside of her. That first parting of her flesh had cast a shiver along her body and with the slow insertion of himself into her, gooseflesh had once more began to spread. There was a subtle sound that slipped from her, a delicate thing that beguiled the rougher nature of the half-breed when she was not actively being hilted by Aetharis. Soft, sweet, and still hinted with sleep, she drew in a shaky breath as inch by inch his thickness and length took to snugging those tightened walls of her moist cavern until he had finally reached the metaphorical end of the road. With clenching limbs and a further spread of her thighs, she offered her body to him and paid little attention to the conversation that was currently going on between he and the other woman. Instead she focused on the way he had felt inside of her, the way that those breasts bound by only a simple thin coating of cloth took to a slight bounce whenever his hips took to moving and increasing in their strokes within her. It left those soft, plush lips drawing apart as little, nearly muted sounds of pleasure tumbled from her to infect the air within the main portion of the tavern.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T12:06:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497607611,                "user": "Mayria"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Left the woman alone for now and focused on Mayria before long his hips started to pick up more speed. It was clear she would find the males body enjoying her\u0026apos;s, making her feel full if possible while keeping her close to him. Hands placed on her curves, working up her body then back down to those lushes hips. Wasn\u0026apos;t hard to figure out that the male barkeep could be kept content with just having a woman like this. Helping him relieve those needs which build up faster than he can release it all. Thankfully he wasn\u0026apos;t being overly rough tonight, knew she would want more and tell him so, moved both hands up her gown to her breasts before smiling. \u0026quot; I am going to tear these breasts free and repair your gown later. \u0026quot; After he had spoke the male finally ripped her gown only enough to free her breasts. Both hands now grabbing those soft supple flesh mouth to squeeze and grope, giving her more of his attention so he could find her moans, along with pleasing her entirely.\n",               "date": "2017-06-16T12:25:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1497608717,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 16., péntek, 10:43:08"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger walks into the area dressed in his black mystic ranger uniform\n",                "date": "2017-06-22T23:52:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498168337,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale glanced over to the stranger as he walked into the room, the man sitting in the far corner of the tavern\u0026apos;s dining hall. The cowl of his black cloak was pulled low over his face to hide his facial features, the cloak falling away at the shoulders to reveal a darkly died set of traveling leathers underneath. He simply watched the newcomer from where he was resting, his arms folded across his chest as he thought to himself.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:03:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498082631,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger he takes a seat at the counter, keeping his magi staff by his hip. Keeping his helmet on for now\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:05:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498082708,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis strides down the stairs of the tavern to the main foyer below. Today the dragoness wears the guise of a creamy skined human with wavy copper locks that falls down to the top of her rear. The ginger is dressed in a simple white dress that compliments her pear shaped figure rather well. While she looks rather soft at first glance, a second look reveals several scars along her expanse of flesh, out in the open with her sleeveless attire. The damsel\u0026apos;s caramel eyes hold an eternal air of mischief in them as she looks at the men present, trying to settle on just how she\u0026apos;ll play with the new fellows. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t you look mysterious,\u0026quot; she chuckles to Fray. \u0026quot;Hidden in the corner, face masked. Would I recognize you from a wanted poster, by chance?\u0026quot; As she falls still to tease poor Fray, the skirt of her dress skims along the floor, hiding her bare feet from view.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:09:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498082950,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger \u0026quot;Maybe he\u0026apos;s hiding to look cool\u0026quot; he teases a little\n",                "date": "2017-06-22T00:10:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498083010,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale chuckled a little bit, glancing at the young woman. \u0026quot;What would you do if I said yes?\u0026quot; He leaned forwards in his seat. \u0026quot;Would you fight me? Try to turn me in?\u0026quot; His cowl hid a subtle smile underneath the shadows. As he leaned forwards if one looked closely a large satchel would be visible tucked behind the chair. He\u0026apos;d rest his elbows on his knees as he watched the woman intently. After a moment he glanced at the young boy. \u0026quot;My reasons for dressing like this are mine and mine alone.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:15:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498083325,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger \u0026quot;And my reasons for dressing like this are my own as well\u0026quot; his face wasn\u0026apos;t visible so it wasn\u0026apos;t clear what his expression was\n",                "date": "2017-06-22T00:16:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498083372,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis would smell exactly like a dragon, her magical aura still matches exactly what she is - a copper mutt that\u0026apos;s centuries older than the maiden she\u0026apos;s currently posing as. Only her appearance has changed for the weak disguise. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d probably give you a firm spanking up in my room,\u0026quot; she coos to Fray. He\u0026apos;s grabbed her interest just enough for her rear to lower and sit on the table before him, ignoring the chair. \u0026quot;If you ever do choose to slip out of your clothes, be sure to call for me,\u0026quot; she says playfully, her hand moving in an attempt to grab whichever of Fray\u0026apos;s hands that are closer and guide him to her right hip, making his arm reach across her slender body. Though her eyes flick to Tomas for a moment, she seems largely intrigued by the little puzzle before her. \u0026quot;Would you like my name? Or are you out of my league?\u0026quot; She asks Fray, studying him once more, a slight grin on her face.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:20:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498083613,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale gave a quick glance at the boy before giving a heavy sigh. \u0026quot;I didn\u0026apos;t question your dress in the slightest hatchling.\u0026quot; he muttered quietly, though as he glanced back towards the woman just as she moved to sit down on the table.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe glanced up to look over her from where he was sitting, allowing the woman to get her first good look at his face. He appeared to be quite youthful as well, seeming to only be in his early twenties. His sensitive nose would catch the subtle draconic scent as she reached out to catch one of his hands. He remained relaxed as he let her pull his hand up to her hip, his eyebrows raising slightly. As she made contact with him she\u0026apos;d most likely sense something draconic from Fray as well, almost like the young man was the same as her. \u0026quot;I wouldn\u0026apos;t mind getting your name at all.\u0026quot; He said with a smile. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s been a while since I\u0026apos;ve met a beauty like yourself.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:30:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498084211,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m a teenager not a kid. Now I\u0026apos;m calling you gramps\u0026quot; he snickers a little\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:33:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498084380,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis smirks in Tomas\u0026apos; general direction, \u0026quot;then call me granny,\u0026quot; she adds on to the nickname not to pair them off, but to imply at her misleading youth. Though she does gain some indication of Fray\u0026apos;s heritage, she gives him no reason for him to believe she knows. \u0026quot;If I\u0026apos;m right in guessing you\u0026apos;ve been on the road for a while, I\u0026apos;m glad that you find me beautiful. It\u0026apos;s tough to compete with a man\u0026apos;s right hand.\u0026quot; Masturbation jokes aside, she slides just a bit closer and angles her body towards him. Should he allow it, her toes will house themselves on the edge of his knee. \u0026quot;My name is Aeralis.\u0026quot; No surname. No titles. Nothing but three syllables to distinguish her from the rest. \u0026quot;And your name, handsome Sir?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:37:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498084678,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger yeah he had to snicker at the masturbation joke, sipping some milk through a slot in his helmet\n",                "date": "2017-06-22T00:39:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498084791,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale gave a quick glance at the boy, a knowing smile on his lips, before turning towards Aeralis as she spoke. He couldn\u0026apos;t help but chuckle at her joke, shaking his head slightly. His eyes wandered over Aeralis as she moved closer, her feet resting against his knee as she introduce\u0026quot;Yea, I\u0026apos;ve been traveling for quite a while. It\u0026apos;s nice to get to explore new places, and find new people~\u0026quot; He smiled, leaning back in his seat again. \u0026quot;My name\u0026apos;s Fray.\u0026quot; he said, though he withheld his surname, a habit he formed when he met a small band of dragon hunters. He\u0026apos;d casually let his hand brush against the outside of her leg as he drew it back into his lap.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:47:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498085227,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis smirks at the brush to her leg and the removal of his hand upon her hip. Taking what she believes to be a hint, the human slips off the table and walks gracefully around the table to sit across from Fray. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re trying to find new people, why are you at a tavern for mercenaries and wearing a hood up? Or do you have an interest in the brothel portion of Aetharis\u0026apos; fine establishment?\u0026quot; She hopes to gently peel back the figurative layers and see just how the man ticks.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:51:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498085497,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale watches as she climbs down from the table before sitting down across from him. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not exactly trying to find new people as I am trying to find old friends. Though when I do meet people like yourself it\u0026apos;s a pleasant surprise.\u0026quot; He said, hesitating for just a moment. \u0026quot;I wear a hood because it\u0026apos;s best to keep my head down. Mercenaries are often hot headed, and they can cause problems sometimes. Best if I\u0026apos;m not involved in those problems.\u0026quot; He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table. \u0026quot;Are you offering?\u0026quot; He asked with a wry smile. \u0026quot;I tend to steer clear of brothels, but I can make an exception for a lady like yourself.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T00:59:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498085956,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis nods and chuckles, understanding him quite well. \u0026quot;So you have an urge to stay out of the fray,\u0026quot; she teases, imagining he\u0026apos;s heard the same line dozens of times before. \u0026quot;Right here in the open?\u0026quot; She says, her brows lifting. \u0026quot;I may be offering, but that doesn\u0026apos;t mean I enjoy an audience. We\u0026apos;d make the poor ranger cream himself with our foreplay alone.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T01:08:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498086496,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t premature ejaculate\u0026quot; he chimes in\n",                "date": "2017-06-22T01:09:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498086568,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale smiled chuckling a little bit. He had indeed heard that joke countless times. \u0026quot;Probably not, I wouldn\u0026apos;t want you to feel uncomfortable, besides, if I had a beautiful woman like yourself I\u0026apos;d want to keep her all to myself.\u0026quot; He said \u0026quot;Though I probably wouldn\u0026apos;t be able to, try as I might. You seem to be quite strong willed.\u0026quot; He ignored the young boys interjection, his eyes locked on the woman in front of him. \u0026quot;Where would we go?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T01:16:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498086998,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            },            {                "content": "Tomas the ranger he is not a young boy, he\u0026apos;s a teenager!\n",                "date": "2017-06-22T01:18:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498087099,                "user": "Tomas the ranger"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis smirks at Tom\u0026apos;s reassurance, but gives him no more conversation. It\u0026apos;s business and pleasure time in whore corner. \u0026quot;I have a room upstairs,\u0026quot; she says, sliding out of the seat and offering him her hand. Should he take it, the dragoness in human guise slides her fingers between his and leads Fray to her humble abode.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T01:19:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498087192,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Fray Darkscale smiled as she slipped back out of her seat, offering her hand to him, which he promtly reached out, setting his hand in hers. \u0026quot;Lead the way.\u0026quot; He said with a smile before standing up, his other hand slipping back to snatch his bag from the chair before letting her lead him off towards her room.\n",               "date": "2017-06-22T01:22:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1498087367,                "user": "Fray Darkscale"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. jún. 22., csütörtök, 11:11:21"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou has a slight frown, his meaning flying way above her head. She says \u0026quot;Indeed, I have rarely encountered such delicious treat in my travels, it was most unusual. I suppose I can instruct the proper methods to make yakisoba, tempura or temaki, but they do take a lifetime to master.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T10:38:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499071108,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckled a little, \u0026quot; well miss, that would be interesting, but what I meant is that sex is normal here. Nothing to be ashamed about. \u0026quot; Looking at her with more intent on helping her understand his meaning, while he listened to her as well.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T10:41:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499071272,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou goes \u0026quot;oh.\u0026quot; she looks around, slowly as if suddenly a thousand enemies appeared around her, then back at Aetharis \u0026quot;This is a house of ill repute.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T10:42:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499071334,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head, \u0026quot; no not ill repute, that is something only those that cling to law\u0026apos;s and rules set from time past. It\u0026apos;s more of a house of natural course. \u0026quot; Nodding, \u0026quot; I am the owner and live differently than the rest of the world. For I don\u0026apos;t value what all kingdom\u0026apos;s have for rules and what is wrong and right. I see a naked body for what it is, and believe a woman shouldn\u0026apos;t be ashamed of it, neither should she hide her self away. That also goes for the men. \u0026quot; Curiously thought of something to help out a little, \u0026quot; let\u0026apos;s just say what other\u0026apos;s see as....what\u0026apos;s the word sin for sex and having fun, I see it as a natural course. Two bodies relieving built up stress which has been confined, this is bad for the body. Well at least in my opinion. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T10:47:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499071647,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou \u0026quot;the way you speak about it... sounds almost religious. I suppose it is common courtesy to not criticize a man\u0026apos;s beliefs inside his own house, one does depend on his hospitality. It is just hard to see how your position doesnt clash regularly with local authorities, ethical or mundane.\u0026quot; she does have a very poised voice, picking her words carefully. She does look the prim princess, even if her attire suggests she is from a far away place, perhaps some things simply dont change.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T10:52:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499071946,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; You might be right, but no religion here, it\u0026apos;s the way every thing goes, as for authorities, there is none around these parts. This place is built between empires and trust they won\u0026apos;t ever send their armies here. of the locals don\u0026apos;t mind it either. \u0026quot; Watched her carefully and smiled, \u0026quot; of course don\u0026apos;t get me wrong it\u0026apos;s not entirely bad, nor good. Some seek many things, I believe there should be a place where religion, law\u0026apos;s can\u0026apos;t touch the people. Where they can be free of either with out being shunned. \u0026quot; With that he looked to the ceiling, \u0026quot; curious miss, would you believe me if I told you that there was a time where god\u0026apos;s didn\u0026apos;t exist and a descendant was of the blood line. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T10:57:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072263,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou frowns again, \u0026quot;Naturally it would be an absurd notion. As the gods craved the land and time itself, it is absurd to think of a time before time, it simply couldnt exist.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:00:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072453,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head a little. \u0026quot; It\u0026apos;s true, but call me crazy if you like miss, it was a simple question. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t get offended nor did he react to much about her answer before he looked around. \u0026quot; I know a few people that are mercenaries or adventurers, I can inform them. One is just a little different. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:02:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072567,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw enters the tavern with curiosity in an average leather handmade gear around her furry body with her thick hips and the like and looked around for who may ocupy the place at the current moment.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:04:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072645,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou tilts her head \u0026quot;different? i would beg the good man to be clear, I suppose i did embarrass myself enough for one day for misunderstanding my surroundings.\u0026quot; her manners were still very mild, as she spoke to aetharis. She wore a voluminous white robe of oriental origins, which makes sense as she herself seems to have travelled far to get to that place between empires.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:05:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072713,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Listened to her before smiling, \u0026quot; well he is like a love struck person, very good man if I may say so my self, known him for a while. \u0026quot; Heard the doors open before looking back at Zoila and smiled. \u0026quot; Welcome, do enjoy your time here miss. \u0026quot; Looked bat towards Tsuhana and smile, \u0026quot; forgive my manners, I am Aetharis. \u0026quot; With that he\u0026apos;d gave her his name after that he\u0026apos;d stand up and stretch a little.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:08:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072909,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods at Artharis, \u0026quot;Thank you.\u0026quot; she goes to the couch to sit and relax by the fireplace and purred in idle enjoyment to finally rest a bit.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:09:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499072983,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou makes a surprised face, when she realizes she didnt introduce herself either. SHe says \u0026quot;I am Tsuhana Aijou, of the order of the White Phoenix. But please, dont let me keep you\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:10:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073023,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Tsuhana Aijou leaves the payment at the table, and bows to Aetharis once more, before she leaves the tavern.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:13:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073218,                "user": "Tsuhana Aijou"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Well then do have a good night and sleep well Tsuhana. \u0026quot; After that he\u0026apos;d turn towards Zoila and walk over grabbing another tankard and gave the other female tankard of water. A normal thing for each guest as it was simple and held them off while waiting for something else. \u0026quot; Any thing I can get you miss? \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:14:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073274,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw /me smiles happily to the receiving of a tankard of water and would say a word of thanks, \u0026quot;Well, not anything i can think of, but I like the place, pretty impressive.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:15:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073352,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Alright and thank you, it took a bit to get going, not many people are willing to come around and stay. \u0026quot; Not minding any of it at all, only that he was curious to see what else might happen during this time.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:17:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073448,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods and purrs, \u0026quot;Could sit with me if ya like~\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:18:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073495,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckles a little, \u0026quot; I might, but it\u0026apos;s good, never know when some one might want something. \u0026quot; Did walk over and sit down across from her.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:19:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073562,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw leaned back and relaxed, \u0026quot;so, being obviously new to this place, what is this place and what does it offer? I\u0026apos;m curious.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:20:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073634,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Well it\u0026apos;s a tavern, so food and drinks, along with sexual services and rooms to sleep in. \u0026quot; Blunt with her all of the way, nothing was hidden from her.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:21:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073700,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw grinned and swigged the tankard of water, \u0026quot;Sounds like my kind of place with how I tend to be.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:22:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073747,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Indeed, but there are different things, many different types of people will come and go. Do have some barmaid\u0026apos;s but most of them are away at the moment. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t mind it at all, in fact the male before her wasn\u0026apos;t even phased, didn\u0026apos;t lash out or even try to say no.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:23:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073833,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods and purrs in enjoyment of the couch in her leather gear, \u0026quot;get business often then?\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:26:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499073979,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shrugs a little, \u0026quot; depends on the flow of people. At times there is a lot and other times like this very little, so it\u0026apos;s generally not so busy. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:27:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074070,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods yet again, \u0026quot;Well, that\u0026apos;s good to know, curious though, is this place against or open to anyone just fucking publicly or not? I\u0026apos;ve been one to personally sometimes try to fuck in public places without realizing it and rather would just like to make sure of that honestly.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:29:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074173,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Laughed a little, \u0026quot; alright well that is a new one asked, it\u0026apos;s fine, as I do it as well. \u0026quot; Found it quite interesting that she asked him about it, no one else has before. Thus he would even take a few deep breaths. \u0026quot; I am sorry, but never once I was asked that at all. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:32:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074332,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw chuckles, \u0026quot;I mean, that\u0026apos;s fine, it can be a pretty out of no where kind of question.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:33:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074410,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Other than that, nearly every thing is fine here. Just be sure it\u0026apos;s okay or not with the other party. \u0026quot; All he said before thinking on what else could be talked about.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:34:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074488,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw smirked and nods, \u0026quot;Good to know, and what about clothes and stuff? Is there a policy for that or no?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:36:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074608,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head, \u0026quot; nope, I tend to run around naked from time to time. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:39:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074766,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw smiles and decides to get out of her leather gear then to put it on the side leaving her loin cloth on, \u0026quot;Well, thats good. Nice to relax without a worry then, name\u0026apos;s zoila by the way, I apologize for not introducing myself.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:40:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074851,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; It\u0026apos;s fine Zoila, happens at times. Will always be this way as long as I am around. \u0026quot; Making more of his thoughts be known as he finally smiled before looking over her and then maybe he\u0026apos;d think of something.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:42:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499074931,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods, \u0026quot;Good, need more places like this.\u0026quot; She said in a purr.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:43:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075013,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Barmaid\u0026apos;s and bartenders can be asked for sexual services. It\u0026apos;s all on them as never know entirely that might want something. \u0026quot; Curious about something he had been wondering about his self the entire time he opened the tavern.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:45:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075112,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods, \u0026quot;and do they usually have preferences? I mean, I\u0026apos;m a unique gall with a dick and a pussy, so I tend to be unsure of certain things to ask like that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:47:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075241,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; I can\u0026apos;t tell you what each one would have preferences, I have dealt with many before and it\u0026apos;s not all that bad. Some enjoy such things, but don\u0026apos;t feel bad, I am in the same boat, just a little different. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:48:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075333,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw \u0026quot;Understandable, but i\u0026apos;ll take it for what its worth, a nice place to enjoy and maybe even have a casual fuck as well.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:50:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075404,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Indeed, it\u0026apos;s all here. But there are some whom will be a little more forceful as this place isn\u0026apos;t entirely pleasant I think. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else before looking to the ceiling.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:53:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075601,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw tilted her head, \u0026quot;Can you explain?\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:53:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075629,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Let\u0026apos;s just say, rape happens at times as well enslavement. \u0026quot; All that was said before looking back at her once more.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T11:55:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075724,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw \u0026quot;Interesting.\u0026quot; was all she could say with a smirk, \u0026quot;Does enslavement happen against the party\u0026apos;s will or no? because, i mean, i\u0026apos;m ok with being raped sometimes, but i\u0026apos;m not so sure about enslavement.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T11:57:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499075870,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Just depends, if you are serious about it, then try it, but be careful whom you choose to do these things to. I am not so worried about whom I want to bed or have a little fun with. \u0026quot; Wasn\u0026apos;t shying from talking about it at all.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:00:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076008,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods, \u0026quot;I really appreciate the information.\u0026quot; She rubs her loin cloth a bit and then looked to the fire in thought.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T12:01:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076101,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Letting her think on it, \u0026quot; all I can say is before doing such things maybe get a feel for each one and see how it works out, try to get places with out using such tactics. \u0026quot; Wanted her to know at least try before resorting to such dark methods.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:05:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076308,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods, \u0026quot;Oh, i\u0026apos;m not the one for enslaving people, but wouldn\u0026apos;t mind someone raping me against a couch like this in the open or something of the sort, but that\u0026apos;s how I am.\u0026quot; She giggled.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T12:06:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076370,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckling \u0026quot; well being open like that might be a little bit different some one might take the bait. \u0026quot; Saying to her as he wasn\u0026apos;t sure what he would do, had already been in the mood but his body was different.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:07:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076467,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw laughed, \u0026quot;good point!\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T12:08:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076519,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Well no matter I should restrain my self though, even as good as it sounds, I shouldn\u0026apos;t do it so freely at the moment. \u0026quot; Knew some one would eventually take her, he might depending on what could happen.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:09:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076580,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw tilted her head, \u0026quot;hrm? I suppose you work here or something?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:11:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076668,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; I am the owner. \u0026quot; Nodding to her before he smiled and relaxed a little\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:11:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076706,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw blinked, \u0026quot;Oh shit, well, nice to meet you!\u0026quot; She smiled happily.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T12:12:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076759,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry, we have already greeted one another. \u0026quot; And with that he looked at her once more, \u0026quot; mind you though I might look elven, just don\u0026apos;t group me in with the others. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:14:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076863,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw shrugs, \u0026quot;Age is just a number i suppose.\u0026quot; She grinned and chuckled.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T12:15:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499076936,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shaking his head, \u0026quot; not that, it\u0026apos;s more like race than age. \u0026quot; Not really going off, he didn\u0026apos;t dislike the other elf\u0026apos;s just wanted to be sure he wasn\u0026apos;t seen as they were.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:17:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499077079,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods, \u0026quot;Understandable.\u0026quot;\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T12:18:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499077107,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Well then that is settle, if you seek something just ask or find out what you will want to know. \u0026quot; Curious to see what she will do.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:21:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499077278,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw nods and decides to discard her loin cloth and let her balls breath with her sheath, a pussy could probably be seen underneath those balls too, \u0026quot;And I appreciate that too. love this place.\n",               "date": "2017-07-03T12:23:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499077435,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Rattigan Gnarltooth pads into the room; the rodent\u0026apos;s hood pulled high up and over his face.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T14:36:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499085364,                "user": "Rattigan Gnarltooth"            },            {                "content": "Rattigan Gnarltooth slinks into the tavern, the rat hooded by a cloak pulled up high over his head.\n",                "date": "2017-07-03T17:59:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499097597, "user": "Rattigan Gnarltooth" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 3., hétfő, 10:38:10" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Ruaither nodded in agreement as another hand raised up a glass of red wine, \u0026quot;Sure thing. You may find some good stuff here.\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe ranger couldn\u0026apos;t think much more to add as he relaxed. Taking small breaths into his sturdy chest from within his suit of shuddered armor. In and out at a peaceful pace. Nothing at all to worry about while he sips and glances around the various patrons, which seems to be mostly females at this hour, which perhaps he could seek company in the moment should nothing more happen soon.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThen he glances back at the minotuar with another nod, \u0026quot;Perhaps a good time to relax at a table and wait for a waitress to get you a drink or seek out the bartender over there. Maybe join me if you enjoy the taste of red wine. I have a whole bottle right here.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-07-04T10:19:12.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499156352, "user": "Ruaither" },           {                "content": "Erica Stonehoof waved in greeting to Antoinette and gave her a nod. \u0026quot;Yeah, something like that.\u0026quot; She moved over closer to the smaller woman at the counter. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m quite aware Antoinette... A gold piece and I\u0026apos;ll get you something you actually can have.\u0026quot; Erica rolled her eyes, knowing full well what she was due to her actually \u0026quot;spilling the beans\u0026quot; about it to her. \u0026quot;Catch-up? Well, we had someone try to blow up the tavern. I had to use one of the last two charges on a magic item I picked up from adventuring to do some dimensional fuckery. Uhhh we\u0026apos;ve got a couple new girls. But other than that it\u0026apos;s been business as usual. Oh, had a friend of mine stop by too. He\u0026apos;s one of those mysterious sorts. Deals in soul stuff and all that. experiments with magic and such using them. Once you get passed the outwardly dark and sinister appearing demeanor. He\u0026apos;s quite the nice fellow.\u0026quot; She said, talking as if people like her friend were a daily occurrence in her life.\n",               "date": "2017-07-04T10:21:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499156473,                "user": "Erica Stonehoof"            },            {                "content": "Antoinette Bellaruse \u0026quot;Been eventful. . .\u0026quot; She remarks, eyes lidding halfway for a moment as she sits there, contemplating if she actually wanted a meal currently. . . Or if she needed it at that. She was hesitant, but then rested the gold for the meal on the counter, and two more? \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll take that, and a room. I\u0026apos;m sorry for asking how things were, only to so shortly disappear after, but-\u0026quot; She cuts herself off, motioning to herself. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s been a rough few days as of late. A lot of fighting. . . Glad things are well here otherwise; and glad the place wasn\u0026apos;t destroyed, else you and others may have been harmed. . . No good indeed.\u0026quot; She says, shaking her solemnly. \u0026quot;Though, if the owner decides to try binding me again, I might be tempted to try myself.\u0026quot; She then offhandedly mentions, waving a hand even as if it were no big deal. \u0026quot;And this friend. . . I might steer clear of them; my soul\u0026apos;s been touched too many times - so fragile now, and I worry for it. It keeps me from becoming a monster, the one that a vampire is.\u0026quot; She says, slowly standing up from the stool. \u0026quot;Perhaps we\u0026apos;ll talk more later?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-04T10:29:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499156977,                "user": "Antoinette Bellaruse"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw enters the tavern with her leather gear and huffs, seemingly tired and heads to a couch to sit on and get relaxed by a fire.\n",                "date": "2017-07-04T14:48:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499172517,                "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw would also look around for any patrons or people occupying the place as she sat on the couch.\n",                "date": "2017-07-04T14:53:09.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499172789, "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw" },           {                "content": "Razeron steps in, one foot after the other, still burdened by the overbearing armor he was brave enough to don. Though as he entered, he hobbled to the nearest couch to seat himself with exhausted huffs as he finally took a rest. He would damn himself and this armor if he could.\n", "date": "2017-07-04T15:32:10.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499175130, "user": "Razeron" },           {                "content": "Antoinette Bellaruse had been up for a better part of the night cleaning her armor off; tacking a moistened cloth to the plate and scales, washing away the dried blood and dirt that had accumulated on the shining mantle she wore; a rough beauty she often called it in that state. . . But that didn\u0026apos;t mean it deserved to remain as such. Like any weapon, it deserved to be cleaned and treated with utmost respect. Having rested however, and once more feeling at her best; she felt it was time to move the dresser from the locked door of her room, back to its original position, and to make her way down the stairs into the tavern proper. The heavy thud of her armor-clad boots\u0026apos; falls upon the stairs marking her approach, taking note of how quiet it was; though she got in unreasonably late the night before. . . And it was very early for most to already be tavern hopping already. Not bad timing really, though she was stuck here until the evening - the sun no longer destroyed, but it certainly harmed; making her human in its light in all practical senses of the phrase.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe was certainly less disheveled than just hours ago; her face cleaned of dirt and blood, hair more managed yet still holding true to some of the natural chaos - it still twisted, curled, and waved like some nighttime shadow. . . Those crimson eyes give a cursory glance about the tavern floor - a few people about as it seemed. Nothing terrible. She stepped forward, heading to a lonely table to find herself a seat.",               "date": "2017-07-04T16:11:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499177499,                "user": "Antoinette Bellaruse"            },            {                "content": "DaddyStallion The large stallion returned after that fun night before and sat in his usual seat, placing his massive warhammer down as he looked over the crowd.\n",                "date": "2017-07-04T21:34:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1499196898,                "user": "DaddyStallion"            },            {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw strolls inside the Tavern to look around to see if there is any patrons inside with just a loin cloth on because why not?\n", "date": "2017-07-04T22:35:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499200550, "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw" },           {                "content": "Zoila Bloodsaw huffs, \u0026quot;and no one is here, maybe another time there will be.\u0026quot; She heads to the door to leave.\n", "date": "2017-07-04T22:40:08.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499200808, "user": "Zoila Bloodsaw" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 4., kedd, 10:12:07" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Rattigan Gnarltooth slinks into the tavern, one step at a time. His hood was tugged high, up and over his expression.\n", "date": "2017-07-05T18:57:57.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499273877, "user": "Rattigan Gnarltooth" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 5., szerda, 10:37:25" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Ocatrepus Geomance walks into the tavern, new to this place\n", "date": "2017-07-06T12:54:47.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499338487, "user": "Ocatrepus Geomance" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 6., csütörtök, 10:15:19" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Tiny cake Walked in to the cozy tavern, she was wearing common clothes, it was a brown dress ontop of a white undergarnment. The under 3 foot tall woman looked around the quiet tavern, wondering if it would get any more croweded. She slinked between the tables and chairs, she barely was visable above them, her pointed ears were like beacons to show where she was.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T11:34:42.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499506482, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Busy cleaning the tables and counters off with a grey rag, hoping to make sure every thing was clean for guests. But what he didn\u0026apos;t notice is the female that walked in, some how she entered with out him actually turning around. For now he had been too busy with what is in front of his face and attention was completely on this. Up till he finally stopped and took a deep breath before turning around and looked at the female. Smiling afterwards, \u0026quot; well hello miss, anything I can help you with? \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T11:37:29.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499506649, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake She seemed to be scoping the place out looking around at the tables and the pathing around them. She hadnt really payed much attention to those who were there at the time, she was more interesed in the look of the place. Bt the time Aetharis had noticed her he had startled her a little, she was looking at the fireplace and admiring the craft. She jumped a little when she heard him. She turned and walked over. Her head didnt even make it above his waist making her head level with his lap. She looked up at him hold up a small bag of coin. \u0026quot;Ya have bugmans brew? If not then whats your strongest ale?\u0026quot; She said proudly, halflings were known for their large appitites and seemingly endless gullets for alcohol.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T11:46:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499507210, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Sighed a little and smiled, \u0026quot; well that is something I can help you with miss. \u0026quot; With that said he walked away from her, grabbing a tankard before moving over to a large keg. Filling the tankard before walking back over to the counter and set the mug onto the surface. \u0026quot; Here you go miss and enjoy yourself. \u0026quot; Wondered what else she might have needed after all he didn\u0026apos;t know what her name was at all and just kept watching her closely.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T11:51:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499507488, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake her ears lowered slightly when he sighed, she thought she did somthing wrong. Hopped up onto one of the many tables and watched him walk back over with the tankard. She couldnt help but smile. \u0026quot;The place is quiet, join me?\u0026quot; She grabbed the tankard and took a large gulp, the coin bag ahd been left on the table seeing as he didnt take anything.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T11:56:24.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499507784, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head a little, \u0026quot; I don\u0026apos;t think that would be much of a good idea if I drank much, as it wouldn\u0026apos;t get me a buzz, I would have to make me a special drink to get there. \u0026quot; Sat down across from her, keeping the lady company while curious to know what could he do other than this, \u0026quot; so anything else you might like to have miss, I am Aetharis, figured I should introduce my self before anything else happens later. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T11:59:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499507972, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake Smiled and placed the tankard aside, she was already blushing a little, most likely from taking the gulp. \u0026quot;My name is Kelintia. People just nick name me Tiny cake, but I prefer cake.\u0026quot; Her ears twitched a little and she looked around like she was thinking, twisting her mouth around and biting her bottom lip. Her black hair was roughly combed, common amoung commoners.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:06:51.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499508411, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Sylvia Marie Three knocks rapped loud cross the empty inn; followed by three more. The smaller woman scurried inside, looking over her shoulder as she entered before scanning the room, looking for who she thought was the owner. Inside however, the inn appeared mostly empty, chairs scattered about- not put away, and tables positively laden with empty cups- ready to be washed.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Hello?\u0026quot; she called, \u0026quot;I would like to spend some coin please.\u0026quot;", "date": "2017-07-08T12:22:17.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499509337, "user": "Sylvia Marie" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake \u0026quot;I think the keep will be back soon.\u0026quot; She waved to Sylvia before taking another gulp.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:25:39.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499509539, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Sylvia Marie She waved back, taking a seat across from the halfling. \u0026quot;So, how are you tonight?\u0026quot; Sylvia smiled briefly, trying not to visibly stare, it wasn\u0026apos;t often she met something she towered over.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:28:22.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499509702, "user": "Sylvia Marie" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake \u0026quot;I am alright, just enjoying myself.. Kinda hope more people show up though..\u0026quot; she laid her head down on the table, even though it wasnt far from it to begin with.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:30:08.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499509808, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Sylvia Marie \u0026quot;Yeah, it is rather sparse tonight, though it is a weird time. Almost morning.\u0026quot; She looked to the halfling, trying to figure out something to say, to start a conversation before settling, \u0026quot;Hey, where did the barkeep get that from? I can pay him later.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:33:41.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499510021, "user": "Sylvia Marie" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake she looked over at sylvia and motioned over to a bunch of barrels with taps on them. \u0026quot;I can get ya some if wanted. Its a strong drink though. I know the guy who makes it.. handsome dwarf.\u0026quot; She giggled and smiled closing her eyes for a moment, her tounge slipped out just slightly.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:36:51.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499510211, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Sylvia Marie She nodded again, \u0026quot;Yeah please. You should tell me about him sometime,\u0026quot; she looked forward to the drink. It wouldn\u0026apos;t do anything for her, but the sensation and muted taste were both incredibly welcome to the monotony of her usual diet.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe watched Cake from afar, wondering exactly how drunk she was.", "date": "2017-07-08T12:41:27.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499510487, "user": "Sylvia Marie" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake she took a moment in her own personal day dream before waking up, it was only a few seconds. She was giggling a little, obviously happy nostolgia. She got up and walked over to the barrels, she grabbed a tankad and filled it up from a barrel labeled \u0026apos;Bugman\u0026apos;s Brew\u0026apos;. She then quickly walked back over and got back up on the seat before handing it over to Sylvia. \u0026quot;There ya go.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:44:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499510678, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Sylvia Marie She pulled the tankard towards, her, gingerly lifting and sipping at the overfull mug. Her nose delicately wrinkled at the strong flavor, suddenly coughing- tears conspicuously absent. \u0026quot;Wow,\u0026quot; she gasped, \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s horrible,\u0026quot; she complained even as she took another small sip. \u0026quot;Thanks though, so what brings you to this lonely place- traveler?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:50:53.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499511053, "user": "Sylvia Marie" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake \u0026quot;Hey come on now, thats my favorite youre talking about.\u0026quot; she frowned a little. She was gulping down the drink with ease, typical of halflings. \u0026quot;I live nearby, thought I could come here for something to do. I dont travel, or adventure. To much of a scarey life for me.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T12:54:08.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499511248, "user": "Tiny cake" },           {                "content": "Sylvia Marie Took another sip, getting used to the bitterness. \u0026quot;Adventure isn\u0026apos;t really worth it, too much of a hassle. I have been looking for a place to settle down for a few months now.\u0026quot; She pulled a strand of hair in contemplation- \u0026quot;Say, do you come here often? Do you think I could rent a room for a while- rest up?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-08T13:00:27.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499511627, "user": "Sylvia Marie" },           {                "content": "Tiny cake \u0026quot;Its my first time coming here, Youd have to ask him.\u0026quot; She pointed at Aetharis who had just walked back in.\n", "date": "2017-07-08T13:02:32.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499511752, "user": "Tiny cake" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 8., szombat, 10:59:34" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Kriazia Shad3 walks into the tavern\n", "date": "2017-07-08T01:43:15.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499470995, "user": "Kriazia Shad3" },           {                "content": "Kriazia Shad3 walks up to the counter\n", "date": "2017-07-08T01:45:00.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499471100, "user": "Kriazia Shad3" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 8., szombat, 16:23:37" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Nebit How many days had she been here? Or was it weeks? Hell half the time she wasn\u0026apos;t sure herself, all she knew was she had been thrown off a wagon the first day she arrived because the horse pulling it had gotten spooked by something about the tavern. It was after all the only place she had seen at first, and then she met with a couple others...From there she began to understand this place wasn\u0026apos;t sunshine and rainbows so to speak. Many passerby\u0026apos;s had come in and went through beaten or battered, drunk or sober and sometimes more violent than before..Still for the Siamese it took time to adjust, when one was trained to show nothing for so long. To be the perfect diplomat, a prize upon someones arm..The perfect example of her breed, but now...now she could enjoy herself, she knew how to get what she wanted and had actually started to explore the outlying cities more frequently..After all it was typically the first place many stopped to sell their wares before coming to the tavern....Then there was the families that resided there, the well off ones whom had gotten their money by the least savory of dealings...These were the ones whom had taken her in, bathed her and given her clothing and food...Only for her to return once more back to the tavern which seemed to keep drawing her back...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ETonight was no different, apparently the caravans were becoming less and less likely through these parts...So with that she walked through the paths of the forest, shorter black hair sharply framing her angular features..glinting under the sunlight that shown above her, reflecting its rays off cream tanned flesh, pointedly marked with a natural ebony where if it hadn\u0026apos;t been bred out of her from generations of selective breeding black fur would have adorned arms and hands but instead it was darkened skin...Reaching up to her elbows where it appeared to be gloves instead of anything else from a distance..Svelte curvaceous body draped in a emerald green robe that was embroidered in an intricate silver pattern...Tied securely in the center of that dipping waist, only to flare out over wider hips and a modestly sized chest..Tail swayed languidly behind her as feet were carefully placed upon the rough terrain...Weaving and twisting the wind billowed out around her catching the robes she wore, while a soft hum escaped her full lips..Ears atop her head twitched lightly, as she drew nearer and nearer the tavern...It wasn\u0026apos;t long until she was upon it, back straight and poised; head held high and proper, but still holding some demureness to it in the way she moved silently through the opened door to allow the breeze from outside in..Tail twitched idly beneath the material with a quick glance around and a sigh upon noticing no one was inside once more..", "date": "2017-07-09T22:35:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499632528, "user": "Nebit" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 9., vasárnap, 19:55:16" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Nelimana Hiya!\n", "date": "2017-07-10T13:58:48.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499687928, "user": "Nelimana" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Beginning to think of what might happen now when something else would happen. After all there were things that might catch his interest and wouldn\u0026apos;t. From this point of view there was something else entirely happening inside his mind. With food on the counter, Aetharis made some drink that would help other\u0026apos;s recover energies when they needed it or while eating. More so when he even brought out some frozen snacks to give out for samples. The tavern was actually cheep for prices and the owner willing to help out for a night, depending on the mood he was in at the time. Right now there wasn\u0026apos;t much for him to do.\n", "date": "2017-07-10T13:58:49.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1499687929, "user": "Aetharis" }       ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 10., hétfő, 10:45:47" },   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Rattigan Gnarltooth pushes through the door of the Tavern, his light footsteps carrying his hooded figure across the floor and towards the bar with a patter.\n", "date": "2017-07-18T10:54:54.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500368094, "user": "Rattigan Gnarltooth" },           {                "content": "Ami Mevek wanders into the large tavern area, the witch peering about with a small sigh \u0026quot;Well, this is as good a place as any for a little stop-off night...\u0026quot; She wanders about, trying to find somebody that could possibly give her a room key.\n", "date": "2017-07-18T16:42:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500388958, "user": "Ami Mevek" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Hadn\u0026apos;t done much before turning around and exiting the kitchen seeing the woman there and smiled. \u0026quot; Welcome miss, and there might be a room open. Anything I can help you with? \u0026quot; Curious to know what else she might want.\n", "date": "2017-07-18T16:45:12.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500389112, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Ami Mevek looks over at the man and walks over \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d just like a room please, something a little higher scale than your standard rooms, if that is possible\u0026quot; The relatively tall witch adjusts her hat gently.\n", "date": "2017-07-18T16:46:26.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500389186, "user": "Ami Mevek" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckles a little, \u0026quot; well then miss, you are not really going to think you entered a normal tavern have you. Well no matter the rooms are all the same. \u0026quot; With that he handed her a key, \u0026quot; you can pay in the morning. \u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-18T16:47:33.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500389253, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Carthus Scipius Cato nudges the door open and steps into the tavern, delivering a passing smack to the ass of whichever barmaid happens to be nearby. Pulling up a chair within reach of the bar, he unbuckles his swordbelt and hangs it over the back before heading over in search of a drink.\n", "date": "2017-07-18T16:52:28.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500389548, "user": "Carthus Scipius Cato" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Wasn\u0026apos;t long before he would just simply sit down not knowing what else he would do for the day. Curious about what might happen or even make happen to find some type of entertainment. How ever there was something he could do, it was simple while waiting and casually thinking. Both hands pulled out some clay from underneath the counter and started to play with it. Making all kinds of shapes. Nothing to presenting just random stuff that would be crushed later after he was done.\n", "date": "2017-07-18T18:00:38.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500393638, "user": "Aetharis" },           {                "content": "Carthus Scipius Cato frowned at the man behind the bar, watching curiously as he sat down and took out the clay. He cleared his throat noisily when it became clear that service wasn\u0026apos;t happening by itself. \u0026quot;Wine. Cheapest you\u0026apos;ve got, but keep it coming.\u0026quot; He looked around the rest of the tavern. \u0026quot;Quiet today ain\u0026apos;t it?.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2017-07-18T18:03:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1500393824, "user": "Carthus Scipius Cato" },           {                "content": "Aetharis Looked up only to see the man and smiled a little. \u0026quot; Sorry, just haven\u0026apos;t been clearly paying attention much today, now wine huh, well no worries it\u0026apos;s not like we sell cheep tasting wine. \u0026quot; Stopped for a brief moment to stand up. Reaching over grabbed a tankard before moving over to a keg and started to pour some wine into it before walking back over and setting it in front of the man. Though wasn\u0026apos;t entirely done. Having grabbed a pitcher and filled it up too, leaving it next to the man\u0026apos;s mug. \u0026quot; Well that should hold you off for a while, \u0026quot; sitting down once more and continued to play with the clay. \u0026quot; I know it\u0026apos;s quiet, this happens at times when there isn\u0026apos;t enough people rarely see some actually doing something. Either it\u0026apos;s fine, just being patient after all to active or pushy about things then it scares them away. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-18T18:12:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500394368,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 18., kedd, 10:38:48"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis Wasn\u0026apos;t busy at all, except the fact he was actually being slightly lazy today and well it was comfortable that he didn\u0026apos;t need to do much. Sitting near the fire and relaxing in the side chair next to the couch thinking of what he will do for now. White hair and emerald eyes just staring at the fire while slight breeze from open windows, his out fit was simple white silk shirt and pants. Along with the man now half eye lids closed feeling slightly tired. For now the man just sat there waiting to see what might happen, felt the urge to do something, but what was it that he desired to do.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T22:10:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500581445,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe Perhaps traveling in unknown territory was not in the panda\u0026apos;s best interest to say the very least. The weather a major shift from where she was used to, causing her to feel disoriented and turned around. Red eyes half closed from the heat that seemed to permeate her body, while her energy reserves shifted wildly within her core as if trying to stabilize her internal temperature. The attempts for the native of the frozen waste lands was nearly impossible as crystals of solid water formed upon black and white fur only to melt moments after forming..This was not good for her in the least, and she pulled her way through the pathways of the forest that surrounded the land outside the tavern. Hands reached for a few branches to steady herself as her chest rose and fell beneath the light silken material of her outfit she wore. A simple sash wrapped about her hips in an array of reds and golds, while beneath that she wore a pair of black split leg pants that came just to her knee where it was held the rest of the way by a golden band so that it flared around her thighs..Her top draped in a layer of matching material, that tied off at the sides and in the front, while upon her back she kept a large fighting staff tied down..White hair pulled up into a bun atop her head, framed her face as eyes finally landed upon a building..Gathering the remaining bits of her energy she made her way towards the place, pushing lightly upon the door and glancing around trying to allow her vision to adjust to the dimmer light.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T22:49:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500583775,                "user": "Flurris Thawe" },           {                "content": "Aaron Redlich \u0026apos;s ear angled towards the soft noise of the front door opening, followed by his emerald gaze as he looked to see who was entering the tavern. The svelte canine was sitting at one of the benches in a more secluded spot of the dining area, with a mug and a now-empty plate before him that once had a couple of delicious chicken legs upon it. He eyed the panda for just a brief moment before his eyes fell, and he reached forth with his left hand to grasp his mug and sip from it. He let out a soft breath and looked around again, searching for a more comfortable piece of furniture to move to, and opted for the unoccupied side chair by the hearth. His clothing was fairly standard, and not fancy; actually somewhat weathered was the wine red shirt and black trousers he wore. He sighed quietly as he seated himself in the chair, a small wince gracing his face as his back finally received the support it required when he leaned back and relaxed. He sipped from his mug idly while he looked at the fire, occasionally shifting those bright, attentive hues around the tavern.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T23:11:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500585089,                "user": "Aaron Redlich"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Looked and listened as the one came in from the front door opening and the other moving to the unoccupied side chair. Watched them all as they moved around and smiled a little before standing up and yawned stretching out before shaking his head a little to remove any tiredness. Rotating his arms and shoulders, listening to them pop made the male let out a relief sigh. \u0026quot; Well I suppose it\u0026apos;s time to get back to work, any one like anything in particular, or maybe just don\u0026apos;t need anything any more. \u0026quot; Each of his movement shown signs of having to wear really heavy armor, possibly in the past, able to move normally with out it. Just wearing something like that did make some one walk a certain way. Each step took him closer to the bar, moving around the counter to get behind it. Looked at the female panda and then the canine before starting to clean a few mugs Waiting to see whom might say something or even request anything. \u0026quot; Welcome miss and hope you enjoy your stay, if you need anything just ask. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T23:37:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500586648,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe She either didn\u0026apos;t take notice right away or didn\u0026apos;t realize there was others inside. Those eyes blinking a few times in response to the dimmer light, slowly things would come into focus as the ice that formed beneath her clothing against her fur was able to take hold and cool her temperature down...Hazy gaze shifting across the two sitting inside, and when one stood the pops touching her ears and his stance gave him away. However, the canine whom moved closer to the fire made her back away slightly and glance towards the one whom spoke as she grimaced \u0026quot;Some water would be nice and to know where this place even is or better yet how I got here.\u0026quot; Frowning a moment and rubbing the back of her head.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T23:50:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500587428,                "user": "Flurris Thawe"            },            {                "content": "Aaron Redlich remained quiet while the other man stood up and went to the counter, mostly just listening to the two for a moment while he gazed into the fire now. When he went to sip from his cup again, he was reminded that it had gone dry some minutes prior, and he sighed quietly. Right when he stood, his nose twitched... picking up something that hadn\u0026apos;t been detected before, and something that he now tried to ignore while he moved around the furniture and headed towards the counter. His eyes flickered to the panda just once, discreetly so, as he neared and he set his mug on the counter. \u0026quot;More ale, please sir.\u0026quot; He said to Aetharis with a friendly grin, leaning an elbow on the counter as he crossed a foot over the other. His nose twitched a little more... but he kept his eyes from moving to the woman again for now.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T00:13:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500502435,                "user": "Aaron Redlich"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Nodded a little and started to fill a tankard with water before setting it onto the counter for her, \u0026quot; here you go miss, as for getting here, either you didn\u0026apos;t notice or something happened. All I can say is you probably came through the forest or across the mountain either way, with out flying is the only paths through this land. \u0026quot; Explaining to her while watching the other male to keep every thing in check and made sure to help or serve with in a moments noticed. Eye\u0026apos;s drifting back over the the Flurris, looking her over once more to keep a better feel for woman. Curious to know why she was dressed like she was and out in this winter. Wouldn\u0026apos;t push at all, knowing that some things are best left alone.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ELooked to Aaron and smiled. \u0026quot; Of course that will be just fine.\u0026quot; Took his tankard before walking away towards the kegs and started to fill it by pulling a small lever, once filled he\u0026apos;d walk back over. \u0026quot; Here you go sir and enjoy your ale. \u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-07-20T00:15:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500502554,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe She did her best to think, try to remember anything that could give her a clue as to how she had found her way here..Of course that was a wee bit more difficult than she would have expected. She didn\u0026apos;t realize that the wolf moved closer at first, instead she closed her eyes and then with a quick snap of her fingers she spoke \u0026quot;Ah yes I remember...I came down from the mountains and it got a little warmer I guess the heat of the climate threw me off.\u0026quot; Making her way towards the bar counter, her body having cooled to the point of near freezing once more which was perfectly comfortable for the panda. Movements refined, and precise in placement of her feet upon the floor. Strength and well practiced movements exuded from her as she clasped her hands in front of her. Rounded ears atop her head moved a moment in a wiggle as she found herself at her destination resting them upon the wooden surface.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T00:25:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500503117,                "user": "Flurris Thawe"            },            {                "content": "Aaron Redlich nodded at the man. \u0026quot;Thank you\u0026quot; He said, grasping his mug once again to sip from it... his eyes flickered once to the panda woman just before he turned away, beginning to walk back towards the chair he sat in earlier to retake his place in it.\n",               "date": "2017-07-20T00:39:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500503942,                "user": "Aaron Redlich"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 20., csütörtök, 18:39:57"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Alone, riding through the countryside in the middle of the night, it was no place for a lady to be with god knew what lurking and waiting in the shadows. Such a concept was normal for Claudette, as Minister of Justice she was expected to carry out investigations and enforcement of the law wherever the wicked may hide. She arrived at her destination, an aged tavern with a name she simply didn\u0026apos;t care enough about to learn, a place where the scum of society gathered in a drunken stupor, it made her sick! After climbing off of her black horse, and checking that her iron sword was at hand if need be, the minister walked into the establishment to begin her investigation.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:16:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500650210,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Was the only one in the tavern at the time fixing up a few things and well wasn\u0026apos;t going to let a dirty tavern scare of guests. Upon hearing the door open up he turned to the lady and smiled. \u0026quot; Welcome miss to the tavern, how can I help you. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t say much about her attire or even what she might be doing here. The only thing she needed to do is be careful about how she does things or who know\u0026apos;s what might happen. Waited for a reply while getting her a tankard of clean fresh water to drink before moving over to the bar\u0026apos;s counter. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry about the water it\u0026apos;s always free no charge at all. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:22:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500650524,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Claudette looked over the surroundings with a neutral expression, though noted every details with her eye for scrutiny. She walked past the bar to the fireplace, running her hand along its surface, a mix of grey ash and dust collecting on her fingertips that she was quick to brush off with a displeased expression on her face. \u0026quot;How...gracious, of you.\u0026quot; she replied to the barkeep, rather displeased with the filth that these commonfolk were so content living in. Turning to the bar, Claudette walked to the counter and politely took the tanker in her hands, examining the inside of the mug to ensure it was clean. \u0026quot;Tell me, barkeep, are you the owner of this establishment?\u0026quot; she asked in a gentle tone as she found the tankard to be satisfactory, taking a drink of the water after she spoke, looking at the barkeep as she drank.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:30:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500651033,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Indeed I am miss, and what is it you are looking for at this fine establishment? \u0026quot; Curious now while watching her carefully, wanting to know what she wanted. Keeping a close eye on her every movement and well knew she might want something. How ever there were things that she might find different about this tavern. It wasn\u0026apos;t normal or at least ran by a normal being, thus he would simply find out in due time. Something made him feel a little off about the girl and such would make the man think of many reason or possibilities of what she could do or need. Still there wasn\u0026apos;t much any one could do for the tavern or really attempt to do if they tried.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:35:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500651306,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Setting the tankard down, Claudette reached into the pocket of her robe and produced a scroll of paper that she proceeded to unroll in front of Aetharis. On the tan paper was the likeness of a woman with long black hair, clad in the garb of a gypsy. Beneath the picture was the word; \u0026quot;WANTED: Alive\u0026quot; confirming it as a wanted poster. \u0026quot;I am hunting the gypsy witch Esmeralda. She has been found guilty of performing witchcraft, and is a danger to the innocent people of my city.\u0026quot; she explained as she retracted her hands, leaving the wanted poster for the barkeep to look over for himself. \u0026quot;It is possible that she has fled to these distant fields in an attempt to avoid the law. I am here merely pursuing my mark, have you seen this woman?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:44:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500651864,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Raised a brow before he shook his head, \u0026quot; I have not seen her at all lady, though I could say if I come across or meet such I know where to find you. \u0026quot; Would he really after all this man wasn\u0026apos;t much for the law being pushy about some things. If she did come to the tavern this woman before him wouldn\u0026apos;t get much than he gave her. She stood in a build devoid of all law and had nothing of the sort there. Besides a small set of rules, it was open game at any time. \u0026quot; So do you have any proof this woman performing witchcraft as you say. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:47:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500652052,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo The barkeeps response was less than pleasing, though the offer to report back to her was rather convenient this far away from Paris. \u0026quot;Indeed. Esmeralda was fleeing arrest when she went up in a billowing smoke, disappearing completely! Furthermore, she is a temptress, weaving honeyed words with her devils magic to sway the hearts of weaker men and women into assisting her.\u0026quot; it was clear by how the barkeep addressed her that Claudette had ridden rather far from her seat of power, and was in lands she had no further jurisdiction in than the bounty on a criminals head. \u0026quot;My name is Claudette Frollo, I am the minister of justice back home. It is by my decree that the witch be brought to me alive so she may chose to repent, or face judgement.\u0026quot; she further clarified, thus explaining the nobles clothing she wore and why she pursued with such conviction.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T17:55:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500652536,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Found this woman to be interesting to say the least, \u0026quot; oh and what will you do if I decide to make this woman into a slave for pleasure. \u0026quot; Testing Claudette to see what she is willing to do, \u0026quot; of course it is a pleasure meeting you Claudette and I am Aetharis. \u0026quot; All he gave her as he didn\u0026apos;t have no last or sir name. Just one is all he needed, of course if he did take on a second name it would have to be worth the trouble or at least decent. \u0026quot; So a person of the law comes out into a place where there is no law looking for some one they believe doing witchcraft, well I ain\u0026apos;t going to stop you from looking for this person, only if they request it. \u0026quot; It was clear she hasn\u0026apos;t been here or he has ever seen her. Maybe he is lying or not.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:02:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500652956,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Raised a brow as Aetharis posed his question. \u0026quot;Such a bold remark to make, I must remind you that such indulgence in the pleasures of the flesh is punishable by damnation. I must say though, it would be the perfect use for her talents, however, the gypsy girl is mine! I will make her repent for her sins or burn her for them!\u0026quot; Claudette was losing her composure talking about the girl, slamming her fist against the counter before the sensation made reality come back to her. \u0026quot;Anyway...Lawless places are the perfect places for such criminals to hide in plain sight, amongst their own kind.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:16:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500653785,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckled a little and looked at her realizing something he could toy with here. \u0026quot; Sounds like you don\u0026apos;t want to burn her, maybe you want to enjoy the pleasures of flesh the way you talk about this gypsy. Claudette maybe you should try the other side of life, with out law. Perhaps, you might even see their side of things. How ever I could just easily disappear as she did, but I don\u0026apos;t need smoke. \u0026quot; With that said he was doing this on purpose, seeing what this person will do. \u0026quot; Oh mind this though you might have bitten more than you can chew, so stay a while and talk or among other things. \u0026quot; Sighed a little for the remark and looked at her, \u0026quot; oh a bit of information, I wouldn\u0026apos;t try to burn this place down if that is a plan of yours, as it will rebuild it\u0026apos;s self. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:20:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500654004,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Her eyes widened as a scowl formed on her face at the rude remark from Aetharis, though the look was accompanied with a blush across her face. \u0026quot;How dare you insult me?! The lords word states that man shall not be with man, and that is the same for women, and as the righteous enforcer of the law of Paris, and of god, I would never be tempted into such a sin!\u0026quot; Claudette crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Aetharis with a look of hate that made her people tremble and beg for mercy, though it probably just made her look grumpy to Aetharis. \u0026quot;Oh I had no intention of burning your tavern down. I was contemplating the notion after your remark, but I ultimately decide against it. Who knows, the lord works in mysterious ways...perhaps your establishment may become of use to me in the future.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:33:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500654810,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Walked around Claudette and placed his hands on her shoulder before he lowered his head to her ear and smiled. \u0026quot; Well then you must have grown up in a very horrid place to this this way and god is just a poor being looking to control the people you swear to protect. How ever if you allow your self to feel the pleasures of flesh after all this tavern is protected against the gods they have no right of say here. \u0026quot; Pulling away from her and allowing his words to settle upon her ears and mind. Informing her if she didn\u0026apos;t wish to be looked down upon for such desires it would be good for her to come here. \u0026quot; After all Claudette, you show more signs about this desire than you let your self believe, so many laws and rules of a being that never shows his or her face and law of others control what you could be doing, but restricted to enjoy every thing that could make your life much better. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:38:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500655106,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Claudette did not move as she saw Aetharis walk toward her, she barely so much as tilted her head to lend him her ear as he whispered his offer to her. \u0026quot;Be silent! And do NOT touch me.\u0026quot; she replied in a bitter tone as she brushed the mans hand off of her shoulder. The idea of making love free of sin was nice, she humored the thought probably longer than she should before shunning it from her mind. \u0026quot;If we were closer to home, I would have you sentenced to the dungeon and your property siezed for your insolent words!\u0026quot; she was rather offended by Aetharis\u0026apos; joking, if it wasnt obvious by her shouting at him. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m going to stay here and make sure you are not harboring any criminal scum, or gypsy vermine that are aiding Esmeralda. If you cease your jests and can serve a proper meal, you may make a few pieces of silver before I leave.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:52:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500655943,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckled at her actions and looked at her not minding as he finally was able to figure out something. \u0026quot; Well I can serve you a meal, but how bout this on for size. If you are speaking out of a threat, I might show you that how powerless your laws are against me. Though I could easily show you something that your mind will completely give in and rid your self of this view. \u0026quot; With a quick act he grabbed her face as if he was going to give her a really deep kiss and smiled, \u0026quot; now from now just let your mind relax. \u0026quot; From this point she might have felt a small sharp pain before the feeling of her body getting hot, from this she couldn\u0026apos;t see Aetharis any more, no she would start seeing a naked version of the woman she was chasing.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T18:58:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500656303,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo \u0026quot;I will be content with the meal. Perhaps if you did not instigate me then I wouldn\u0026apos;t be getting so furious!\u0026quot; she was calming down, regaining her composure after all that. \u0026quot;And just what are you o-MMMM!\u0026quot; her eyes went wide as she was sudenly grabbed, the mans strong hands grabbed her cheeks, making it hard for her to talk clearly. She glared daggers at him as she looked him in the eyes, struggling to break free before feeling a sharp pain suddenly course through her arm and then everything got warm. She blinked a few times in confusion as Aetharis\u0026apos; eyes became bright green, and his masculine features melted away to the curved phisique of Esmeralda. Reaching to her chest, Claudette could feel her heart beat faster as her body grew uncomfortably warm, the blush on her face growing stronger. \u0026quot;Wha....how..what witchcraft is this?! Y-You! You were her all along....\u0026quot; she reached to her side and drew her sword. She may be experiencing som extreme hallucination from whatever was given to her, but she still had her memory of what had been real up until this point.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T19:10:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500657059,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Using the illusion and his own power, she would see the woman getting closer and start touching her all over, caressing her breasts even now Claudette was completely naked at this point nothing going on. In fact every touch was as if she were standing there at this point. Watching her reach for the sword but would ensure she would be too busy with this small play on her mind to do anything. Any thoughts of her wanting to cut this woman down only made the illusion she was in more hot and heavy. Being played with to her inner hearts desire while being able to feel the skin of another with no one around to judge her.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWith her stuck there for now, he would pull away from her and start removing her hat and sword before laying her down so she could enjoy the moment of fantasy, kept it going till she could see how much it fun it was to let loose often and not let such things build up for too long.",               "date": "2017-07-21T19:18:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500657503,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Whatever had been done to her was quickly taking complete control. One moment she stood there leaning against the bar, sword raised as she readied herself to cut down the witch once and for all. After that, things got...confusing, to say the least. Her body felt insanely hot, despite the sudden coolness on her skin. Confused by this she looked down, horrified to find her clothing missing and her inner thighs getting slick with her arousal. She tried to cover herself and still raise her sword, but the more she tried to concentrate the harder it was to ignore the burning desire in her lower regions. Dropping her blade, Claudette felt weak and collapsed, expecting to feel the hard floor at her back, but was confused to feel soft silks at her back as she laid in a bed that had appeared behind her. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated, exposed, and needy to the point that she even brought her fingers to her soaked slit and began to finger herself as she eyed the illusion of her greatest love.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EIn reality, Claudette had risen to her feet and drew her sword, but the illusion had taken complete control and sent her stumbling into a deep sleep where the magic had control of what happened in her dream.",               "date": "2017-07-21T19:29:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500658170,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Showing the Claudette all the joys of what she is experiencing in her illusion. Even this witch she wanted to hunt down would help her. Grabbing her breasts and suckling on them while giving small bites around her nipples. Of course what might have done anything to help improve this. Is the fact all she could hear from anything. Was the small voice telling her to be truthful and stop holding back the desire. Longer this would progress the louder these words would get and repeat each time. As for the girl in the illusion started to move all over her body leaving a trail of kissed along with hands lightly gliding across her skin before working her breasts.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T19:35:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500658549,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Claudette watched as the witch climbed above her, letting out a sharp moan as she would bite her nipples, Claudette\u0026apos;s body becoming far more sensative with how aroused she was at this point. Wincing from the attention, Claudette could barely hear the voices echo in the distance, her attention was on Esmeralda trailed further down south along her body, each kiss like a spark that kept Claudette feeling hot and needy. Her hand was rubbing frantically against her folds, but the more she tried to masturbate the hornier she became, it seemed as if there was no way to find release! unless...Claudette reached up, caressing the illusionary woman along her hips and up her back until she wa in a good position to pull the woman against her. She could hear the voices screaming at her to let go, and as she gazed at Esmeralda she did just that, pulling the fake into a kiss that she held only for a second so she could go for another, and again, repeatedly kissing the full, inviting lips until she started to taste them with her tongue, she wanted to feel the warmth of Esmeralda\u0026apos;s mouth, just as she felt the warmth of the others body pressed against her own.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T19:49:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500659361,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis It was the perfect timing to show her something then soon from making so much intimacy it was short lasted when the Esmeralda was taken and locked up far from her reach, fires burning as they planned to burn Esmeralda because of the laws, even possibly sentence her to death. All the while Claudette was safe to continue doing her work. It was only after this that he would remove the illusion before moving back over to the counter preparing more water for the girl to drink if need. Even had her sword on the counter while seeing what she might do now. Even listened to anything she would say if she had words. In a way Aetharis showed her how life with laws as she state would affect her relation ship if ever found out, but what he said when no laws here, could mean she had a place to be and enjoy sexually with out burden.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T20:07:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500660426,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo No sooner had Claudette come to enjoy herself, her personal heaven became a hellish nightmare before her eyes. Everything she wanted was eing taken from her, and the flames seemed ready to burn herself as well, as if knowing of the sin she was indulging in. Smoke clouded her mind, it thickened into absolute blackness as the illusion ended. Slowly, Claudette opened her eyes and saw everything through a hazy vision as her ears rang like the bells of the cathedral. Slowly she sat up, she could feel her clothes against her skin, and the wooden floor beneath her. Had it all been just a dream? Oh, right, the poison...or drug...it all came back to her about what happened before and during the dream. It was all such a rush, and even now she could feel a moistness between her legs that was proof of her enjoyment. Slowly rising to her feet, she leaned against the bar counter for support until she locked eyes with Aetharis again. \u0026quot;You! Y-You...drugged me! How...Why?\u0026quot; a few tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes as she spoke. \u0026quot;You made me sin, for her! i...I love her..I want to make love to her, but it isn\u0026apos;t right! All my power and influence....my years of service..\u0026quot; she was struggling to make sense of anything that had just happened to her, a few small tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as she struggled.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T20:20:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500661253,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Sat there looking at her and placed a hand on her cheek showing a little concern for her. \u0026quot; Well then listen to me Claudette with out acting out, just calm down. As I said I know you love her and want it with her, but the more you pursue her the more she will run from you if you keep threatening to bring her into the law. Perhaps you need to come to terms with your desires and job figure out how to do both with out letting on. \u0026quot; Remained silent before wiping her tears way and pulled his hand back before sighing and handing her something to drink. \u0026quot; No drugs were involved Claudette, how ever I showed you what world you like in and now you have conflict-ion between it all. Do know this you will have a place where you can live out your desires with out worry. \u0026quot; Leaving the last part for her mind to wonder about what he meant she didn\u0026apos;t have to worry about anything.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T20:26:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500661595,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo Claudette knew in her heart this was all true. She sobbed softly as the tears were wiped from her face, a few new ones taking their place shortly after. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know how...\u0026quot; she replied, taking a seat at the counter once more as she took up the tankard, drinking from it with a few large gulps to get some cold water inside of her. \u0026quot;I need to go home and think...Is it safe to come back here? If you alone can knock me out so easily, im...scared to be alone.\u0026quot; she didn\u0026apos;t want to come back to end up being raped by strangers after being knocked out again. For the second time in her life of power and control, she felt weak and afraid.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T20:42:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500662543,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head a little and smiled, \u0026quot; why travel all the way back I have rooms for you to sleep in and I can keep you safe. But think long and hard of what you truly want Claudette. \u0026quot; Leaving it at that as he even hands her a key to a room. \u0026quot; But don\u0026apos;t worry this place is something you might grow to enjoy being at. All I ask is that you simply enjoy your fantasies here at this tavern. \u0026quot; From the time she met him and now, wasn\u0026apos;t long but his way of showing her with out physically doing anything to her, help her mind and body to show her that it wasn\u0026apos;t always the way this world worked.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T20:46:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500662794,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Claudette Frollo As the key was set out before her, Claudette hesitantly reached out to take it, looking it over as the metal rested in her palm. \u0026quot;But...i threatened to arrest you, burn down your tavern....Thank you, Aetharis.\u0026quot; such kindness was strange and foreign to her, but she felt compelled to take it. Perhaps there was something for her here, she just had to clear her head and think straight. \u0026quot;I think I will retire for the night then...Thank you again.\u0026quot; reaching out across the bar, she reclaimed her hat and sword before parting from the counter to head upstairs. She would wait until she was alone with her door locked before taking off her clothes, laying in bed nude as she closed her eyes and reimagined the good parts of the illusion. Her fingers went to work, sliding in and out of her still aroused mound as she masturbated until she fell asleep feeling content.\n",               "date": "2017-07-21T20:58:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500663488,                "user": "Claudette Frollo"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 21., péntek, 10:38:04"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Noah Pinkerton opened the door to the inn, stepping inside for the first time in a rather long while.\n",                "date": "2017-07-23T17:04:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500822290,                "user": "Noah Pinkerton"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Tavern - 2017. júl. 23., vasárnap, 16:37:35"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis Aetharis was finishing up in the main hall of the castle, preparing the tables and many other different chair\u0026apos;s and seats. All for the on coming welcome, it was nice to have a upgrade from the tavern. Thankfully he found this place. built onto a mountain and good location for many things. Also offered much more room to grow, as well a suitable location for many darker things to happen. Being here made it easier for many to think it wouldn\u0026apos;t be as safe as they hoped. For now it was provided to those that didn\u0026apos;t get out of hand and keeping it that way. Took a deep breath, letting it all out so that it was all his. Not a king or royalty, just a person own a castle and turning it into a place like before. But on a grander scale.\n",               "date": "2017-07-24T18:20:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1500913258,                "user": "Aetharis"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. júl. 24., hétfő, 16:11:49"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Alex Violas walked up to the castle and slowly pushed open the main doors. As she walked in her eyes looked around the room curiously. After a moment she slowly walked forward and approached the fountain with a soft smile, feeling it looked quite lovely in this room.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:13:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501193615,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Wasn\u0026apos;t doing much other than sitting in a chair in the main room, reading a book. Unlike normal he wasn\u0026apos;t to worried about it being, this took his mind off of thing that could otherwise distract him from doing much of his own things.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:14:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501193695,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas looked over at Aetharis for a moment before slowly approaching him, raising her hand in greeting. \u0026quot;Um...do you happen to know where someone that works here is?\u0026quot; She was unaware that he was the owner having just gotten to the area and this being her first visit.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:18:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501193931,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Raised a brow at Alex and smiled a little, \u0026quot; what is you seek from this person miss, I assume you are looking for something? \u0026quot; Curious to know what she is looking for entirely, though depending on her answer and how she will react.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:21:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501194061,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas took her attention away from him as her eyes looked over the place. \u0026quot;Well I have been traveling for some time and was hoping to find a place to stay for a bit as well as maybe a job...though not sure what this place hires for.\u0026quot; As she finished speaking she looked back to him returning her full attention to him, thinking in the back of her mind she would have to try exploring this place if able.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:26:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501194378,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Nodded a little and smiled, \u0026quot; well then working here means you might have to deal with sexual needs at some point in time. If you are fine with that I can see about hiring your, but how serious are you about looking for work? \u0026quot; Seeking to find out her answer before doing anything other than talk with her. As this was important to him, if no one was serious he wouldn\u0026apos;t hire them, thoughts of very poor service wouldn\u0026apos;t do good for the maids.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:28:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501194518,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas had a surprised expression on her face, not expecting that sort of answer but guessed from what he said he was likely the owner or at least the one that handles the business needs of this place. \u0026quot;Ah...sexual needs.\u0026quot; She looked around again seeming to have a different opinion of the place then when she first entered. \u0026quot;If you mean offering blow jobs or having sex with people then it seems I would not quite fit what this place hires I suppose..\u0026quot; She gave a small sigh wondering if there was a place nearby that she would be able to find work at, money not being an issue for her currently but also not being terribly wealthy. \u0026quot;What about a room to rent? Or are the rooms limited to only those using them with your employees?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:37:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501195077,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckling a little, \u0026quot; there is room for rent, but employee\u0026apos;s do not worry about paying, but I am not saying you have to give it to any one and you can name the price for each sexual encounter. \u0026quot; Saying that he would hope she thought about it being a open thing to earn extra coin. Took a deep breath, \u0026quot; let me say this, you will find that this place is more than normal miss, all kinds of people or characters come into this castle, so expect to meet all kinds if it happens. \u0026quot; And now waited for her to answer him, curious to know what she will say now.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:41:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501195319,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis moves with the eerie and casual grace of all beings that are far older than they actually appear. The ginger woman\u0026apos;s copper hair waves down to her rear, unrestrained by braids or ties. Her flesh is creamy, not quite pale, and looks to be covered with assorted scars. Caramel eyes glance up at one familiar voice speaking very familiar words. \u0026quot;Gods, Aeth, do you practice your sales pitch in front of the mirror every day?\u0026quot; She looks to be no older than twenty, but her tone is easily more mature and mischievous than that.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:49:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501195769,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas smiled softly and nodded. \u0026quot;Its just that I am promised to marry is all..that is why I am unavailable for such things.\u0026quot; Taking a moment to think to herself, part of her being surprised that there are not any jobs available for those not seeking to have sex. \u0026quot;As for meeting all sorts of people I have no fears of such things. The more I meet the better as I enjoy learning of others and their customs.\u0026quot; She turned her attention over to Aeralis before giving her a friendly bow of her head in greeting before looking back to Aetharis. \u0026quot;So how much is a room?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:51:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501195892,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Looking at her and smiled a little, then looked at Aeralis, \u0026quot; why must you do that, but never know Aer, after all I haven\u0026apos;t seen you in a long time. \u0026quot; Looking back at Alex, \u0026quot; let me ask you this, Aer knows me a little bit, but I must ask you this, if you are to be wed, then why hasn\u0026apos;t this other been able to support you much less help pay, let me tell you something, there is some things in the world you must learn before growing more. \u0026quot; Speaking some before thinking on it and smiled, \u0026quot; let me say this, if you can\u0026apos;t experience life with out learning a few things and taking risks, but I have a better idea, what if I told you that if you do work, the only one doing anything sexual would be me, don\u0026apos;t worry I will take care of you. \u0026quot; Seeing how she would react to him speaking about it and then there was Aer, how is she going to work her way into it.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T00:59:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501196368,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis shrugs her shoulders and fails to give a comment. Where has she been for so long? She hears the elf continue to try to change the woman\u0026apos;s mind and can\u0026apos;t help but snicker at his presumably failed pitch. She gives the woman more than enough time to respond before offering, \u0026quot;you could stay in my room with me, if you\u0026apos;d like. There\u0026apos;s more than enough space for the two of us.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T01:04:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501196643,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas smiled and folded her arms over her chest, her eyes skimming over him for a moment. \u0026quot;He is back home which is quite a ways from here. He works at his fathers shop learning from him before the day he takes it over. Me on the other hand chose to travel the lands and learn what I could as well as learn a bit more about myself..\u0026quot; Her mind seemed to visibly trail off for a moment as she looked down to one of her hands before snapping back into the moment. \u0026quot;I..I also left with coin but you go far enough and the coin will eventually wear out which is why I take odd jobs along the way, to avoid finding myself desperate for money. As for your offer about only being with you...don\u0026apos;t get me wrong, you are not bad looking but the answer will still have to be no.\u0026quot; She then turned her head to Aeralis for a moment. \u0026quot;If you do not mind that would be nice. I can repay you if you wish.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T01:10:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501197041,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Raised a brow and clapped his hands before looking at Aeralis. \u0026quot; Well that works as well, but as of now I should get back to reading how ever if you change your mind I will be some where in the castle. \u0026quot; Thus he would return to his book and continue reading, it wasn\u0026apos;t like any books around, this one was indeed different. Even in a language Aer couldn\u0026apos;t know, this one wasn\u0026apos;t quite right. It looked elven but much different. Dialect was entirely off. Not even drow or dark elf. It was completely out of each person\u0026apos;s area, yet he was reading it just fine.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T01:14:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501197292,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis listens to the other\u0026apos;s response and nods along, finding the tale to be familiar enough. \u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s no need to repay me,\u0026quot; she assures the stranger. \u0026quot;Just promise not to kill me in my sleep and we\u0026apos;re square.\u0026quot; Though she\u0026apos;s joking, there is a hint of truth ringing behind the ginger\u0026apos;s eyes. \u0026quot;My name\u0026apos;s Aeralis. That little dork that would choose books instead of beautiful women for company is my grandson-by-law, Aetharis.\u0026quot; Considering how young she looks, the news might be a bit odd to hear.\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T01:19:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501197585,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas did seem a bit surprised that she had a grandson but given it was by-law she figured someone must have simply married a young woman. \u0026quot;I..see.\u0026quot; She looked back to him for a moment before fully turning to Aeralis. \u0026quot;My name is Alex Violas. A pleasure to meet you. Also..you do not have to worry about me attempting to harm you.\u0026quot; She gave a light chuckle as she finished talking showing a soft smile. \u0026quot;At least not unless you tried to harm me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-07-28T01:23:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501197800,                "user": "Alex Violas"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. júl. 28., péntek, 00:06:40"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate The twins aimlessly wandered down the empty corridors of the large castle as they slowly explored the large structure. The young girl with white hair hummed to herself a soft joyful tune as she skipped several steps ahead of her brother. The young boy was walking slowly behind his sister, one hand tucked into the pocket of his pants while the other held a long slender twig loosely against the stones of the wall, causing the wood to give a soft click-click-click-click as he walked along.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:09:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501621798,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Ruby walks into the castle wearing some demonic plate armor along with her usual eye bandages. \u0026quot;L\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:21:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501622486,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate The white haired girl glanced over her shoulder, looking in the general direction of Ruby, stopping a moment before frowning a little bit. The young boy yawned a little before bumping into his sister, not realizing she\u0026apos;d stopped. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hey sis! What\u0026apos;re you doing?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E He protested as he followed her gaze. \u003Cspan style=\"color: Gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Seems like your friend from yesterday has shown up...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she said as the boy smiled turning to walk towards the entrance hall where Ruby was. The girl turned to follow him as both their bare feet padded against the stone floor.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:28:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501622904,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Sees the two kids and smiles sweetly at the girl but looks kinda worried as she looks at the boy. \u0026quot;Hey you two how are you?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:30:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501623028,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate The two walked up to Ruby as she called out to them. \u003Cspan style=\"color: Gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;We\u0026apos;re doing well!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E The girl said smiling brightly as she glanced up at the demon. She was wearing a simple white dress that dipped down to her knees, the top of the dress slipping up over the girls shoulders with two thin, sleeveless straps. The boy however, was wearing a rather simplistic tux, though he too didn\u0026apos;t seem to be wearing any shoes. The boy with black hair glanced up at the stranger. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hey, hey miss.. Hey, what\u0026apos;s your name?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked as he began gently poking her leg. This made the girl frown a little bit as she turned to glare at her brother for being so rude.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:35:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501623326,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Its Ruby.\u0026quot; She says looking slightly confused at the poking of her leg as the same figure from yesterday appears next to her.\n",                "date": "2017-08-01T23:38:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501623506,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate As Ruby replied the boy would stop poking, letting his hand slip back into his pocket. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Ruby huh? Hey Ruby, you wanna br- OW!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E As he spoke creation had stepped up next to her brother before giving him a harsh slap on the back of the head. The boy rubbed his head gingerly as he turned to glance at his sister. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;What was that for!?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he huffed as she glared at him. \u003Cspan style=\"color: Gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003ENo\u003C/span\u003E breaking\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She scolded, pointing her finger at him.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:43:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501623805,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang laughs a bit as she watches. \u0026quot;You remind me of me and R.\u0026quot; She says as she stretches some while glaring at R who is behind them.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:47:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501624043,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate The girl glanced nervously over her shoulder at the strange figure of R, though as the boy looked he seemed to have more curiosity than anything. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I-I don\u0026apos;t know. That seems a little more scary than us...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E The girl said before turning back to look at Ruby. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m Creation, and my brother\u0026apos;s name is Entropy.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She said as she held her tiny hand out for Ruby to shake.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EMeanwhile Entropy walked closer to R, his head tilting to the side a little as he reached out to poke the figure. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hey, hey you, are you R?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:51:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501624278,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang The figure made of black fire nods slightly at Entropy. \u0026quot;R is my version of Entropy difference is she wants to kill everything while I want to live a good life.\u0026quot; The Figure now reconized as R seems to get mad at Ruby.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T23:55:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501624527,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation frowned a little bit as she listened to Ruby, though Entropy didn\u0026apos;t seem to be listening at all. The boy clapped giddily as R nodded, almost jumping up and down in excitement. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hey R, you wanna bre- Oooooow!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Creation had reached out and grabbed Entropies ear, yanking on it roughly as she glared at him. \u003Cspan style=\"color: Gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;What did I just tell you! You cant just go around asking everyone to break things!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She glared at her brother before letting go. Entropy frowned a his sister as he rubbed his sore ear. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I just want to have fuuuuun~\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he protested. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Why do you have to be so boring sis?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:00:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501538441,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;As long as you don\u0026apos;t hurt anyone I can let R break things with you while your sister and I talk.\u0026quot; R seems to get excited as she is told this.\n",                "date": "2017-08-01T00:04:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501538684,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Entropy glanced over at Ruby smiling brightly as he noded quickly. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Lets go lets go!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he laughed as he jumped up and down in place, obviously just as excited, if not more so than R. Creation groaned and placed her palm on her forehead before sighing. \u003Cspan style=\"color: Gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Now you\u0026apos;ve gone and done it... You\u0026apos;re going to become his new favorite person...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:09:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501538966,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;No I won\u0026apos;t R will he will leave me alone.\u0026quot; She says as R summons 6 imps in front of her and the brother. \u0026quot;R if you hurt him I will be very upset.\u0026quot; This makes R cower a bit before She turns back to the imps.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:14:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501539284,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation watches in wonder as the imps suddenly appear, a slight smile forming on her face. \u003Cspan style=\"color: Gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Wow... so you make things too?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she asked as Entropy turned, just barely noticing the imps. \u0026quot;Hey hey R can you break them?\u0026quot; He asked pointing at the little demons, not really understanding their purpose being there.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:20:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501539654,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Covers Creations eyes as R nods and runs at the imps slicing two of them in half breaking ones neck with a kick and burning 2 more as she breathes flames at them before stabbing her hand through the last ones chest. \u0026quot;Creation don\u0026apos;t look right now.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:23:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501539837,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation winced as she felt Ruby place her hand over the girls eyes. A slight shiver ran down the young girls spine as she heard R rip through the imps. Entropy on the other hand cheered as R massacred the creatures, jumping up and down in excitement. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;AWESOME!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he shouted as Creation began to gently peek over Ruby\u0026apos;s hand. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;W-why do you have to be so mean Entropy, what did they ever do to you?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She grumbled at her brother. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Poor things...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:30:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501540236,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Nothing they did nothing sadly enough.\u0026quot; She says as she touches her bandaged eye. \u0026quot;R that\u0026apos;s enough stop now.\u0026quot; R growls a bit which causes Ruby to walk over to her and punch R in the stomach sending her into a wall. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m sorry you had to see that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:35:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501540530,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Both of the twins glance over at R when she growled. Entropy deadpanned a little bit as Ruby walked up, nailing the figure with a solid punch to the gut. Creation winced a little bit as Ruby did. After a moment Entropy smiled again. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That was cool!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E He giggled a little bit as he glanced towards where R had landed. Creation scratched her head a little bit. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That looked like it hurt...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She groaned.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:43:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501540990,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Unless she is in my body she won\u0026apos;t feel much pain unless it\u0026apos;s from me.\u0026quot; She says as she walks over to creation as she creates a kitten in her hand. \u0026quot;I create things she likes destroying them.\u0026quot; While she talks to Creation R slowly sits up looking a bit wounded.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:47:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501541240,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation nods a little bit as she processes the information, both of the twins seemingly calming down a fair amount. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;So you really are like we are then...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Entropy said softly. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Entropy likes destroying the things I make too...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:49:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501541397,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Technically R broke my eye in a way.\u0026quot; She says refrencing her bandaged eye while she lets the kitten. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t ever seem to fix it either.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:52:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501541533,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation glanced up at her, tilting her head a little bit to the side while Entropy walked over to the injured R. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh? How did that happen?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Creation asked as she stood on her tip toes to try and look at the bandagegs.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T00:56:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501541800,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;It happened one time when she took control when we were fighting someone strong.\u0026quot; She says as she kneels down to help Creation see. \u0026quot;After the fight I took control again but we couldn\u0026apos;t change it back.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:00:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501542021,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation frowned as she glanced over the injury. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That does look pretty bad. I would help if my brother would let me, but he never lets me make anything...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She grumbled a little bit. As she spoke Entropy turned and stuck his tongue out at his sister before kneeling down in front of R. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;She got you good hehe.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:03:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501542223,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Ruby removes the bandages revealing the area around her eye is made of the same black fire as R and her eye is black with a red iris. \u0026quot;Its a constant reminder that me and R are the same person.\u0026quot; R sits up a bit more as Ruby talks looking a bit ashamed of the injury.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:09:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501542583,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation nods a little bit understanding the general idea. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I think I understand, though you don\u0026apos;t seem like the same person. You seem like two people sharing a body.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She said as she looked at the black flames.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:12:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501542734,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;R is the original technically I\u0026apos;m all her emotions except for pure rage but I\u0026apos;m still my own person in a way.\u0026quot; She says as R stands up off the floor and disappearing.\n",                "date": "2017-08-01T01:19:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501543164,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation nodded in understanding as Entropy stood up from where he was kneeling. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Ah, I see. So that means you are the same person, just different emotions right?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E despite being young the girl seemed to have an unnatural grasp of concepts like these.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:23:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501543416,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Yeah that\u0026apos;s exactly right.\u0026quot; She says as she covers up her eye with the bandages again. \u0026quot;So anyways what about you two if you two don\u0026apos;t get along why do you stay with each other?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:27:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501543654,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Entropy yawned a little bit as he walked over to his sister before letting himself lean up against her side, which prompted a little glare from her. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;We don\u0026apos;t have a choice. We have to be.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E He said glancing up at his sister. Creation sighed and nodded. \u003Cspan style=\"color: gray;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Yea, we\u0026apos;re twins. Entropy is everything I have...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She said glancing down at her bare feet. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Same with Creation. I\u0026apos;d be nothing without her.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:32:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501543962,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate RP with Ruby paused.\n",                "date": "2017-08-01T01:36:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501544189,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate With Ruby having to go the Twins resumed their aimless wandering through the castle, exploring every nook and cranny of the place. Currently the young boy was sitting on top of a large chandelier in the entrance hall, while his sister roamed around the entrance hall looking at all the pictures and decorations.\n",               "date": "2017-08-01T01:46:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501544816,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 1., kedd, 19:23:23"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Ruby walks into the castle wearing some common clothes rather then her usual armor and today She is covered in bandages she has then around her arms and legs and beside the usual one on her eye she has one wrapped around her head.\n",                "date": "2017-08-03T02:25:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501719958,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Looking around in the library, searching through many books looking for a specific book, not sure what it was till he found it. Not knowing what or whom entered the castle at this time, only thing he wondered is what will be discovered through searching among the many books. Thinking of what else he might have to do, something has lately been bugging him as of recently. It was something he discovered some time ago. But couldn\u0026apos;t just tell any one else, this is something he\u0026apos;d have to take care of eventually.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:33:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501720381,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe Well then she had been out once more, instead of her typical robes that she would normally wear the panda actually wore something for more of an outside travel. A loose white shirt that hung off her body to hide her mid section, and short sleeved while her lower body was adorned in a pair of studded leather pants. White hair pulled tightly atop her head into a ponytail..Fighting staff strapped to her back, as she moved through the surrounding area\u0026apos;s outside climbing and moving over the rocky area\u0026apos;s surrounding the castle.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:33:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501720439,                "user": "Flurris Thawe"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Is anyone here?\u0026quot; She says loud enough for anyone in the castle to hear her as she Winces from her wounds. \u0026quot;Damn that hurts\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:36:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501720566,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Heard something so he would look around before leaving the library, \u0026quot; yes some one is here, do come in, I will meet you in the main room. \u0026quot; Bellowing out towards whom ever had said something, being on the second floor, this might have reached Ruby. More over the man would completely leave the library and head down the flight of stairs heading into the main hall to see who said something, it wasn\u0026apos;t till he took the final step onto the main floor to see Ruby standing there, didn\u0026apos;t know where Flurris was.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:41:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501720881,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas pokes her head out from behind a railing. \u0026quot;Hellos.\u0026quot; After a moment she slowly lowers down, her eyes fixed on Ruby before disappearing behind the railing.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:42:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501720936,                "user": "Alex Violas"            },            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe It wasn\u0026apos;t long until she found herself an opening that she had found the days prior. Wiggling herself into it, sensitive ears picking up on voices that seemed to come from within. Brow raising a moment as she slipped through the small space upon her hands and knee\u0026apos;s only to emerge into a larger room before slideing down a narrow opening towards the main hall silently. Head poking out first as she looked around.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:44:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501721070,                "user": "Flurris Thawe"            },            {                "content": "Nisi Diamondfire passes over the castle, the beasts dark shadow racing over the stones of the massive structure, before the beast banks shifting off away over the nearby landscape\n",                "date": "2017-08-03T02:44:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501721088,                "user": "Nisi Diamondfire"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Ruby goes and sits down before looking where someone just appeared said hello and disappeared looking quite confused. \u0026quot;Um hello there.\u0026quot; She says looking at the failing while a bit more blood soaks her bandages.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:45:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501721106,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Sighed a little and looked around, thinking what might happen when it call came down to it. \u0026quot; Well it\u0026apos;s been a while since I seen you here Ruby, and don\u0026apos;t worry the one hiding is some one I met a while back, how ever why don\u0026apos;t we all head out side, I am sure there will be things that can be done, how ever being stuck in the castle might be much. \u0026quot; Walked past her slowly heading for the door, he seemed to be slightly distracted by something and needed some fresh air.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:49:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501721384,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Ruby follows close behind him while from her point of view things were blurry and red as R still had some minor manipulation over her. \u0026quot;Kill him.\u0026quot; R says in Ruby\u0026apos;s mind. \u0026quot;Shut up R I won\u0026apos;t let you have control.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:55:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501721707,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Alex Violas silently moves from behind the railing and heads down the stairs, following behind the two. Her long coat swaying slowly behind her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-03T02:56:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501721817,                "user": "Alex Violas"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 3., csütörtök, 10:38:15"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond code\n",                "date": "2017-08-04T21:32:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501875173,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 4., péntek, 10:38:04"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Ruby roars loudly in anger as her power grows while she turns her tails into sharp metal blades which she aims at the both not caring who she hit.\n",                "date": "2017-08-05T00:14:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501884868,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate The bladed tail shot forwards burying though Entropies back, completely through the boy and into his sister underneath him. Both of them stopped and glanced down at their chests. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hello there, where did you come from?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Entropy asked, curiosity peaking in the boy. He glanced back to see R before smiling. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh hey R, I forgot you were there haha.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E He chuckled as Creation frowned, whimpering a little bit. In the blink of an eye Creation was hiding behind a pillar on the far side of the room while Entropy was standing next to R, looking over the change in form. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Ooo, you changed a lot, and it\u0026apos;s only been what, two minutes?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Neither of the children actually seemed to be harmed in any way, even though they had just been skewered.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:14:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501884869,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang R looks around seeing a few people (Npcs) before stabbing into them with her tails and holding them up while her tails seem to absorb their very blood and soul as her flames grow stronger and she becomes more demon like. \u0026quot;And you seem to not he harmed at all I can guess why but something tells me all my guesses will be wrong.\u0026quot; She says before throwing the bodies near Creation.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:19:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501885168,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Entropy smiled gleefully as he watched R grow in power, the black flames appearing more menacing by the second. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;What are you going to destroy next?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked enthusiastically looking around the large room. He was practically ignoring his twin sister who was only slightly peeking out from behind the pillar she was hiding behind.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:26:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501885611,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang R smiles evily as spears made of shadows appear behind her millions of them filling the hall behind her as they all aim at the twins. \u0026quot;You.\u0026quot; She says as her demonic energy leaks from the flames in the form of tarr which starts climbing up the wall\u0026apos;s.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:32:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501885946,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation ducked behind the pillar as she saw the black spikes forming, however her brother began clapping as he noticed the magic beginning to form. He seemed to be oblivious to the threat of the situation as he stood, eagerly waiting to see what would happen.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:34:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501886087,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang The spears suddenly fly forward hitting random spots and when they do they cause a huge explosion filling the hall with dust and punching holes into the hall and floor.\n",                "date": "2017-08-05T00:49:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501886994,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Entropy watches as the spears fly forwards, blasting into the surfaces within the hallway, filling the room with a thick cloud of dust. As the dust began to clear it would reveal that Entropy was no longer standing in front of R where the attacks had no doubt been directed, instead, the little boy was standing right behind R. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hey, hey, R... What\u0026apos;s this?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E He asked as he reached a finger out to poke at the black fire that was emanating off her body.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:53:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501887191,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang R growls at him as she teleports away from him and next to the pillar Creation is by. \u0026quot;How in the hell?!\u0026quot; She asks confused as she uses her mouth and tails to fill the hall both directions with black fire but when she stops she falls to one knee as she coughs up blood. \u0026quot;Damn it I need Ruby\u0026apos;s soul to be in here so I can keep fighting but if I do I lose control.\u0026quot; She says as the little red orb appears in front of Creation before growing tails and ears\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T00:58:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501887505,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Creation whimpered a little bit as R appeared nearby, ducking behind the pillar again so that the stone was between her and the stranger. Entropy, on the other hand, frowned when she teleported away, standing in place as the hallways fill with fire. The boy didn\u0026apos;t seem to be phased by the black flames in the slightest, in fact, he smiled a little bit, seeing it burning along the ground before beginning to walk through the fire towards R. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I think we\u0026apos;re gonna be best friends! You seem to really like breaking things!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E He said cheerfully.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T01:05:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501887920,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t you dare mock me if we had our full power we could hurt you no problem!\u0026quot; She says as stones and Windows on the wall\u0026apos;s start to crack and break and float. \u0026quot;Me and Ruby may not he as strong as HER but I\u0026apos;ll at least hurt you once before I have to give Ruby her body back.\u0026quot; She says as ice pillars and rock pillars shoot out of the ground aiming to stab into his arms and legs.\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T01:17:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501888672,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate The ice and rock shoot up through the ground, piercing his arms and legs, though as they burrow through the boy\u0026apos;s limbs, his body distorts and disintegrates where the blows landed. However there was no blood, nor did Entropy act as if he was in any pain. Entropy continued to walk forwards despite the fact that the majority of his limbs were missing, the limbs seemingly forming again after a brief moment. Was he a ghost or a specter?\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T01:23:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501888980,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang R chuckles a bit \u0026quot;I kinda wish The woman we were made after was here She could at least damage you.\u0026quot; She says as she coughs up more blood as the soul of Ruby goes into R\u0026apos;s back before R passes out falling to the floor next to Creation.\n",                "date": "2017-08-05T01:27:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501889249,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            },            {                "content": "Existence Incarnate Entropy tilted his head a little bit as he watched the soul of Ruby re enter her body. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Damage me?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked, confused before glancing at the large craters in the ground and the walls that were destroyed. \u003Cspan style=\"color: black;\"\u003E\u0026quot;But you did... and it was fun!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2017-08-05T01:30:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501889404,                "user": "Existence Incarnate"            },            {                "content": "Ruby BloodFang Ruby sits there not moving much and her breathing was shallow while R appears in her smoke form but the smoke isn\u0026apos;t as thick as usual in fact it\u0026apos;s almost kinda like a must.\n",                "date": "2017-08-05T01:36:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1501889818,                "user": "Ruby BloodFang"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Outside - 2017. aug. 5., szombat, 11:32:45"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe Stretching she made her way from a side room, having decided to find herself a place to work out for a bit. Instead of her typical robes she actually wore something less flowing and instead she wore a pair of riding pants, that hugged wider hips and thicker thighs. Lifting a naturally rounded bottom and smoothing out the soft black and white fur she adorned upon her body. Her top revealing the slight belly she had gotten over the last month, still however around all this was the definition of a naturally toned figure in her arms, legs and sides. The coloring a rich red and short sleeved, pushing her chest upwards somewhat. While white hair was loose to flow out around her body. Ears moving slowly to try and listen to the sounds that might linger within the castle as she hummed to herself, spotting a circular hall area she inhaled and began to jog seeing as it was quite after all.\n",               "date": "2017-08-08T10:15:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502180106,                "user": "Flurris Thawe"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 8., kedd, 09:32:50"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis At this time Aetharis was actually in the kitchen cooking up a meal, wasn\u0026apos;t large like the rest of the other meals he made before. Cutting a small patty of meat putting it in the pan over the fire pit. Letting it heat up. While allowing it to heat up, the man grabbed some onions, chopping them up in a small pieces. Sauteing onions, before long he threw in a couple chopped up mushrooms. Waiting for the rest to cook. Taking the time to grab some lettuce peeling off a few leafs, then took a tomato, cutting it up with a knife on the counter. Walked over to a cabinet, opening the door to pull out a loaf of crisp bread. Moved back over to the table and used the knife after wiping it off with a rag, then proceeded to cut the loaf length ways in half. All the while he waited longer for the pan to start cooking the meat. Which at this point the smell of cooking meat and seasoning were really rolling out of the pan along with him flipping it over to ensure it\u0026apos;s cooked on both sides.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T17:16:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502637408,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis At this time Aetharis was actually in the kitchen cooking up a meal, wasn\u0026apos;t large like the rest of the other meals he made before. Cutting a small patty of meat putting it in the pan over the fire pit. Letting it heat up. While allowing it to heat up, the man grabbed some onions, chopping them up in a small pieces. Sauteing onions, before long he threw in a couple chopped up mushrooms. Waiting for the rest to cook. Taking the time to grab some lettuce peeling off a few leafs, then took a tomato, cutting it up with a knife on the counter. Walked over to a cabinet, opening the door to pull out a loaf of crisp bread. Moved back over to the table and used the knife after wiping it off with a rag, then proceeded to cut the loaf length ways in half. All the while he waited longer for the pan to start cooking the meat. Which at this point the smell of cooking meat and seasoning were really rolling out of the pan along with him flipping it over to ensure it\u0026apos;s cooked on both sides.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T19:06:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502643993,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Didn\u0026apos;t realize some one was there till he turned his head a little and looked at her then smiled. \u0026quot; A sandwich, nothing else, am hungry and needed to make something to eat. Of course what can I help you with miss. \u0026quot; Curious to know what all might happen now, he was busy cooking the rest of the meat, looking for the nice brownness when it was done. This made his day and would definitely make it all the better when he will put it all together. Waiting for a moment to see what she wanted or needed from him.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T20:59:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502650790,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani shook her head a little before taking a step inside looking around at the old kitchen that was there. Sniffing the air a little she looked at him again with a little smile as her stomach spoke for her with a slight growl at the scent in the room. \u0026quot;Well I guess I am kinda hungry, but it was not why I came down here. I think the smell of cooking takes me home, it is just a familiar smell in a completely new place that is all.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T21:15:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502651728,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Oh I see, that is understandable, this is just a normal way of me cooking something to eat, nothing like the other meals I prepare for others. \u0026quot; Thought about it and gotten curious, \u0026quot; so what brings you all the way out to this castle, it isn\u0026apos;t entirely safe you know, just being honest as there isn\u0026apos;t any kingdom laws to prevent others from trying anything. \u0026quot; Informing her that he couldn\u0026apos;t control every one around when guests are present, how ever he could at least advise them to act accordingly.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T21:29:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502652540,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani \u0026quot;I was going to walk around the mountains for hunting when I found my self drawn in the direction of the castle, sounds like quiet the clishey story but I am no to sure what drew me in here, I was just kinda attracted this way by some odd reason that I can\u0026apos;t even explain my self\u0026quot; She walked a bit more in looking at meat at a distance before starting to think a little about what to do right now. \u0026quot;Well, there is no rules, is that what you are telling me? That certainly is quiet interesting\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T21:55:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502654146,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had slowly approached the Castle, seeing it in the distance from a bit away. She was curious on what all could be found there in the large and seemingly expansive place. She walked into it and noticed how there was a few signs to give directions. Immediately she saw \u0026apos;Library\u0026apos; and quickly moved to the second floor, being a Bibliophile.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T22:51:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502657464,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Ontani [21:55]Ontani: \u0026quot;I was going to walk around the mountains for hunting when I found my self drawn in the direction of the castle, sounds like quiet the clishey story but I am no to sure what drew me in here, I was just kinda attracted this way by some odd reason that I can\u0026apos;t even explain my self\u0026quot; She walked a bit more in looking at meat at a distance before starting to think a little about what to do right now. \u0026quot;Well, there is no rules, is that what you are telling me? That certainly is quiet interesting\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E[22:51]\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003ENoir Velacia had slowly approached the Castle, seeing it in the distance from a bit away. She was curious on what all could be found there in the large and seemingly expansive place. She walked into it and noticed how there was a few signs to give directions. Immediately she saw \u0026apos;Library\u0026apos; and quickly moved to the second floor, being a Bibliophile.",               "date": "2017-08-13T23:30:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502659845,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Aetharis looked at Ontani then smiled, \u0026quot; well then I suppose you would like some of this wouldn\u0026apos;t you. In luck I am feeling generous with my food, well food for paying and at times free meals once in a while. \u0026quot; With that said, he\u0026apos;d turn around and walked over to the cooking meat, \u0026quot; oh I hope you don\u0026apos;t mind, meat in this place comes from all kinds of beasts and animals, even monsters at times. \u0026quot; Letting some information go, though he did pull all of the stuff he was cooking off of the fire and started to prepare the sandwich. Or at least the last touches.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T23:44:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502660678,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani just shook her head simply at his offer, and took a humble step back back, being hungry but she was still quiet able to make herself something to eat, \u0026quot;Thanks, but no thanks, I could not bother you with that, much less take a bit of you food. If I am allowed, I would like to make my own food, if that is not to much to ask for\u0026quot; She was nice in the way she spoke, and the way her body language was told that she had been raised properly.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T23:50:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502661006,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori Nerida slipped into the room, visibly recoiling as she saw that Aetharis was present as well. She had smelled the food from the room she\u0026apos;d been placed in and as much as she wished it wasn\u0026apos;t the case it had driven her to seek it out. For a moment she thought about leaving, but she wasn\u0026apos;t content to live the rest of her days running and hiding from her captor. Instead she strode into the room as though she owned it, her head held high as her eyes fell to the presence of a newcomer to the Castle. \u0026quot;Good day, Miss\u0026quot; she smiled at her, letting her hand slide up to her neck so as to conceal her collar. \u0026quot;I hope the halfling hadn\u0026apos;t bored you with his prattle. He does so enjoy the side of his own voice. Please use the kitchen as you see fit. It doesn\u0026apos;t truly belong to any of us after all.\u0026quot; A quick glance at Nerida would reveal that her feminine, strong frame was fast becoming dwarfed by her belly, all the signs of a rapidly advancing pregnancy plain as day. For Nerida\u0026apos;s part though, she barely seemed to notice.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T23:56:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502661377,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had been as quiet as a mouse as she made her way up to the Library. She heard people talking in the distance but chose not to engage for fear of being... Punished for trespassing of any sort really.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:03:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502575437,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Looked at the girl before looking over at Nerida whom came in and smiled, \u0026quot; yes, this is true go a head and use the kitchen. \u0026quot; Looking at her then a grin, \u0026quot; well Nerida seeing you being a little better and keeping the child safe is a lovely woman\u0026apos;s job, even of warrior status, of course don\u0026apos;t remind me I still need to have some more time \u0026apos;later\u0026apos;. \u0026quot; With that he finished the meal and cut it in half before handing part of it to her. \u0026quot; Eat Nerida, I am sure you are hungry, though don\u0026apos;t worry nothing is wrong with it. \u0026quot; With that said he would walk over to her and give her a kiss, knowing he had to surprise her with it or she would fight him. \u0026quot; Oh do know that there is a treat in the freezer for you, I will make my way up to the library, after all I am sure you will come eventually. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else as he walks out with a rough tap of his hand upon her rear.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:08:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502575702,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani was curious about the two and what their relationship was but just thought of it as couple teasing, it was not unusual where she came from and so she just smiled at the two with a light chuckle as she walked over to the already used count top and then turned around again catching the two for another second, \u0026quot;Umm... Is there anything I am not allowed to touch under any circumstance in here? If so I would really like to know, instead of a potential punishment.\u0026quot; She was looking around at the well kitted kitchen, but was unsure what to touch and what not to touch.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:26:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502576776,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori growled audibly as Aetharis approached her, the fury burning behind her deep, blue eyes. The girl was rendered speechless by his gesture when he handed the meal to her, and was sufficiently silenced by his brief kiss. Her stunned response didn\u0026apos;t last though, and as he walked away from her Nerida\u0026apos;s rage grew too fierce and the girl \u003Cem\u003Elashed\u003C/em\u003E what food he\u0026apos;d handed her at his back, and spat at his heels as he left. \u0026quot;Hateful, despicable creature!\u0026quot; she fumed, spitting her hatred at him in the way she always did. \u0026quot;I have never once come to you yet or accepted a single damn thing off you! That will not change tonight, that will never, EVER CHANGE!\u0026quot; Her feet carried her away from him and into the kitchen to stand next to Ontani. A colour raised in Nerida\u0026apos;s cheeks when she realised the display she\u0026apos;d just put on for the poor girl. She must think her insane. The little Knight made an effort to calm her voice and ease herself before she spoke, with Nerida running an agitated hand through her hair as she spoke. \u0026quot;N-no, of course not. Everything in this kitchen is at your disposal, food, utensils. Use it as you like.\u0026quot; The Knight slumped over the counter, holding her face in her hands as she tried to compose herself. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m sorry, about all that. I shouldn\u0026apos;t let him get to me. I never intended for anyone to see us like that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:36:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502577401,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had been engrossed in a particular book she found that was based on Magic Theory and how to properly employ the use of Elemental Spells with swordplay in order to effectively fight with both. She hadn\u0026apos;t even heard someone approach into the Library.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:38:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502577519,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Felt the food hitting his back before leaving and taking his shirt off, leaving it in a basket near the kitchen and smiled at her once more when he left. Heading up to the library with out a shirt so any one can see his torso unclothed. Didn\u0026apos;t even care much about Nerida or what she might say, he would take care of it a little later. From this he entered the library, looking through the booking, still not knowing what or whom was on the same floor. For him, he was looking for something a little more forbidden.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:42:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502577769,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani could nothing but smile, even after her apology she could do nothing but smile, it was a common thing in her town. She knew women could act up a little when they where pregnant, short fuse and such was something she had grew up with. She softly put the back of hand against Neridas upper arm with a soft stroke and a light chuckle, \u0026quot;You want me to try and make you something? I am hungry my self, might as well make something for the two of us\u0026quot; Trying to be as friendly as she could after the little \u0026quot;Show\u0026quot; the two put on.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T00:55:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502578515,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori smiled at Ontani, the first genuine smile she\u0026apos;d been able to muster since she\u0026apos;d felt her baby start to move and kick inside of her. Kindness was rare with Aetharis, and never without repercussions or strings attached. It weakened Nerida\u0026apos;s resolve, and almost made her weak for a moment. The knight responded with a soft, gentle laugh and shook her head. \u0026quot;No, thank you. I think perhaps I should sleep. I would stay and assist you but I\u0026apos;ve no talent whatsoever for making food, everything I touch burns!\u0026quot; It was true, she was awful. \u0026quot;Please, whatever it is that Aetharis has left in the freeze...thing, the ice cupboard, you take it. I\u0026apos;ve no wish to enjoy anything that he\u0026apos;s prepared for me. Where do you come from, Miss? And before I go would you please tell me your name?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T01:06:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502579191,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had only noticed out of the corner of her right eye, someone entering and seeming to head to a farther back spot in the Library. He seemed intent on seeking something and now she was actually super curious about things. She wondered just what she could find by following him.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T01:10:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502579439,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Ontani smiled with a light chuckle and put her paw out to her, \u0026quot;Name is Ontani, I am... I was a huntress for a village over the mountings somewhere, not sure I will ever find my way back though.\u0026quot; Even at the fact she might be at this castle for unknown time she was still chipper about it, smiling warmly at the (Cow????). \u0026quot;Well are you sure that you do not want anything? I grew up cooking, and I am sure the umm... little one would like it to\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T01:16:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502579790,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori ran her hand somewhat affectionately over the swell of her belly, another smile coming to her lips. To see another woman in the Castle was a relief, and yet not in so many ways. \u0026quot;I thank you, but no. Please enjoy yourself a good meal though.\u0026quot; Nerida made for the exit and turned to face Ontani once again, a look of concern spreading across her features and into her eyes. \u0026quot;A warning, Miss, if I may. Aetharis is... a ruthless and evil man. Avoid him, and if you can try never to be alone with him. In the short time we have known each other he has robbed me of my memories, killed the man I loved and forced his child into my womb. Were such a fate to befall you as well, I don\u0026apos;t think I could ever forgive myself...\u0026quot; With that and a nod her her head Nerida took her leave, her skirts brushing against the stone floors as she went.\n",               "date": "2017-08-13T01:32:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502580721,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 13., vasárnap, 10:38:51"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Ontani had been wondering the castle for a while stopping by the library to read a few books about the castle and the history around it. Falling asleep in one of the far out corners of the library with her hands tucked under her head, and her tail slowly swaying from side to side as her purrs was clear and a little loud in the quiet library.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T16:53:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502722428,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Woke up in a chair with in the library, wasn\u0026apos;t sure what else he had to do. Was reading a book before he passed out last night, still he didn\u0026apos;t know if any one had remained or not. For now he would pick the book back up and start reading a forbidden book once more.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T16:58:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502722725,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had been reading a book with strange language before she fell asleep, it also seamed like she had been reading atleast a few hundred pages with strange writing, and inscriptions. Though now, she was purring loudly asleep on a table in a corner.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T17:05:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502723111,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Half awake to notice much, though when he began reading his stomach started to growl at him for food. This made him sigh a little, \u0026quot; well guess it\u0026apos;s time for some food. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T17:06:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502723212,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani noticed a sound and one of her ears flicked at it before she breathed in and out heavy ones and falling back asleep, though her movement made the table move a little against the floor making semi high sound that spread in the library with a light echo to it.\n",                "date": "2017-08-14T17:14:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502723649,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Half awake to notice much, though when he began reading his stomach started to growl at him for food. This made him sigh a little, \u0026quot; well guess it\u0026apos;s time for some food. \u0026quot; It was at this time he gotten up from the chair and put the book back into the secret shelves behind the others and smiled. Turning around to walk towards the exit of the library, he would see the lady from last night. This made him chuckle a little, walking over to her and tapped her leg before smiling. \u0026quot; Hey, want something to eat miss. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:11:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502727082,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani opened her eyes a little, the little tap on her leg made her ears pirk a bit a bit before she stretch her arms out revealing the book the she was reading, ancient demonic history and arts, also from the forbidden area of the library. With a light smile a little groggy eyes she nodded, \u0026quot;mhmm... that would be -yawn- nice.\u0026quot; Her hand coming through her hair ones or twice to make sure it did not look like a the head of a mop.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:15:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502727336,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Nodded before he would take his time walking out of the library and down the stairs. Heading towards the kitchen, looking for something to eat entirely. Not knowing what she wanted to eat, or even liked to be exact. Thus made him really think on what to make, it had to be good enough for the both of them to eat, hopefully she wasn\u0026apos;t picky about what it is. He wasn\u0026apos;t going to cook a large portion for two if she was wanting only certain types of food.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:21:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502727680,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani left the book open on the page she had fell asleep on, intending on coming back to read it. Slumping steps down the stairs to the kitchen with a yawn, standing in the door way like yesterday before walking in and finding somewhere to sit down on before looking at him with a sleepy smile, \u0026quot;I am not picky at all, what ever you make i\u0026apos; most likely eat\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:27:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502728070,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Found that to a bit of liking, wasn\u0026apos;t long before she saw him going into gear and grabbing meat, vegetables, even fruits. Cutting every thing up before throwing it all into a pan. Creating fire, it began to become royally hot. Even thick flames would heat the pan quickly, soon she hear the sizzling coming from the contents inside of the pan. For now it was just steaming and oils being made.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:36:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502728609,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani sniffed the air in anticipation, smelling the sweetens from the fruit, the all to familiar smell of cooking and charring meat and the lightly sauted vegetables wanting to contribute but not to sure what he was making and could just ruin everything with what she wanted to help him with. \u0026quot;What is that you are making? It smells good already\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:40:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502728845,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Couldn\u0026apos;t resist it at all, but he finally looked at her, \u0026quot; I never have names for the food I cook, only that they taste good and fill peoples hunger. Only thing that matters. \u0026quot; With that said he started to pour in some dark leaf\u0026apos;s with blood red vines into the mixture. This improved the smell of the food ten fold some how he knew what he was doing or just crazy.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:46:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502729200,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani just continued to smell the air, her nose twitching by the scent and fragrance of what he was cooking before it her, he was making something familiar to her, something childhood ish. Reaching in to her the little bag that she had on her back, pulling out a rather weird wrapped up root, cracked a piece of it off and handed it to him. \u0026quot;I am not sure if you have tasted or seen one of these before, we call it a spice root where i come from, try and taste a little bit.\u0026quot; The root would be the something along the same lines of a modern day chillie but a root instead as well as not being as dry, but more juice and flavor full, whilst still being spicy.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:53:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502729634,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Grinned and took the root before chopping it up and then tossed it into the pan before mixing it all together. It was getting close to being done, only difference was he stepped away to grab something out of the cabinets. Pulling out a piece of vine, purple in color, \u0026quot; now time for a final piece, do take note that when eating this meal let it settle long before any rigorous activity, such as fighting. \u0026quot; Sliced it up and put it into the pan before he started to hum. Leaving it all just cook.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T18:58:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502729912,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani smelled the air that the new fruit that she gave him gave the food a nice little sting to it, but nothing that would make is seam no edible. Looking at the vines that he chopped up and what he said, made her think about what Nerida told her last night about and was trying not to sound sceptical but was failing quiet hard, \u0026quot;Umm... why do you say that? What dose the root do to ones system that makes then have to stay away from physical activety?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:05:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502730322,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had took in the scent of a delicious meal coming from downstairs in the Castle. She had spent the entire night hiding away in the Library in fear that someone would try to do things to her if they located her. She, of course, couldn\u0026apos;t resist the sweet scent of the food and had no choice but to go down to the Kitchen. She poked her head in to see two people sitting.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:09:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502730554,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head, \u0026quot; no you can do physical activity, it\u0026apos;s just that it has a natural effect to send the body into a state of complete lust. \u0026quot; Warning her a little, \u0026quot; I am saying this because I don\u0026apos;t think you want to fight or do something requiring physical activity and find your body heating up and wanting to release. \u0026quot; As long as they let the food settle before hand they would be fine to do anything they want, \u0026quot; as well it provides lots of energy either way, good nutrients to keep the body healthy. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:15:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502730904,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani put her had on her belly, a little lower, about one would if they where pregnant and then looked up at him with a defensive and crystal clear tone, \u0026quot;What dose it do if one is baring child?\u0026quot; She was on the defence now, everything boiling down to two factors, what Nerida told her and the fact that she was baring a child. \u0026quot;I want a honest answer, I know when anyone is lying to my face\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:22:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502731351,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had cleared her throat at the fact that the two of them seemed to be engaging in conversation so she carefully moved in to try and sneak some food.\n",                "date": "2017-08-14T19:24:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502731470,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Stopped and looked at Ontani, \u0026quot; well then it would help the baby grow stronger. As well help the mother replenish the nutrients used to help the baby grow inside of her. \u0026quot; Before looking around and seen Noir, \u0026quot; no need to sneak around you are fine miss. \u0026quot; Looking back at the other, \u0026quot; guessing you and Nerida had a little chat, that woman doesn\u0026apos;t know when to keep her strength up. \u0026quot; With that said he went back to cooking the meal. Every thing he said wasn\u0026apos;t a lie to her. Had he been lying then she would have seen him pour in a pink liquid instead.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:26:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502731611,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani was still sitting on the defensive as she looked at him closely, but could not find a single reason why not to trust him, fine Nerida told her stuff last night, but for all she knew Nerida had ignored his warning about being active and ended up almost begging for release. \u0026quot;Fine I guess, I am still not sure at all.\u0026quot; She looked to the girl that had tried to sneak in to the room, her nose had caught the scent of someone else around, but wasnt going to call her out just cause she was nearby. A slight smile and a nod in her direction was all she did.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:31:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502731901,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia blushes as she was spoken to and discovered. She cleared her throat before bowing to show respect. \u0026quot;S-Sorry. I sneaked into here last night and slept in the Library. F-Forgive me but I am starving.\u0026quot; She spoke softly.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:34:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502732095,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head a little, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t worry, you are fine and in time for a meal, don\u0026apos;t worry I made enough to feed us three. \u0026quot; Looking at Ontani, \u0026quot; look Nerida is a lovely woman, how ever she is different, though instead of listen to what others say, find out about some one your self. How do you know if they are lying to you or not, I have heard of some women will say all kinds of things to scare off others from coming close to some one they like. \u0026quot; How ever he knew that it\u0026apos;s not all true or is, it would still seem legit as some would do that.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:37:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502732279,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani was sceptical but what he said was true, she did not do anything to make sure of what Nerida said was true not. I it was not true then she succeeded in making her paranoid and wanting to stay a bit away from Aetharis, but if she was talking the truth then Ontani could be in some trouble. The whole thing just ended up Ontani sitting with a grumbling stomach before she scratched her head in confusion, \u0026quot;To hell with it, I am hungry... If shit goes sour and you try to even touch I WILL brake you\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:45:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502732716,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia blinked a little bit before walking over to take a seat, nodding to the male. She hadn\u0026apos;t really heard much of what was going on but shrugged. She was hungry and needed to eat, as long as the meal didn\u0026apos;t have any seafood she was fine. She gazed at the two and then cleared her throat. \u0026quot;M-My name is Noir Velacia.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:48:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502732931,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Well Noir I am Aetharis. Enjoy your meal. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else he would start to serve both of them a good portion of the meal before serving his self and looked at Ontani. \u0026quot; Well it won\u0026apos;t be that easy miss. I am not a simple half elf. Nothing else, why would I ruin such a good meal with that stuff. \u0026quot; Why would he ruin a good breakfast just to take advantage of some one, it was too early for him to even attempt it at all.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T19:51:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502733086,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia [13:48]\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003ENoir Velacia blinked a little bit before walking over to take a seat, nodding to the male. She hadn\u0026apos;t really heard much of what was going on but shrugged. She was hungry and needed to eat, as long as the meal didn\u0026apos;t have any seafood she was fine. She gazed at the two and then cleared her throat. \u0026quot;M-My name is Noir Velacia.\u0026quot; [13:51]Aetharis: \u0026quot; Well Noir I am Aetharis. Enjoy your meal. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else he would start to serve both of them a good portion of the meal before serving his self and looked at Ontani. \u0026quot; Well it won\u0026apos;t be that easy miss. I am not a simple half elf. Nothing else, why would I ruin such a good meal with that stuff. \u0026quot; Why would he ruin a good breakfast just to take advantage of some one, it was too early for him to even attempt it at all.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T20:01:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502733686,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Ontani just looked at the food and smelled it up close, filling her nose with that prefect scent of the cooked meat, the fruit that had been cooked perfectly and looked really apetaising, as well did the vege. Sighing before she took the first bite and looked at the two.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T20:15:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502734558,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia saw Ontani take a bit and then nodded softly to Aetheris who told her to enjoy the meal. She began to eat without pacing herself. She ate the male and enjoyed how the flavors mixed on her tongue. She swallowed and then smiled to Aetharis. \u0026quot;Thank you, this is delicious.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T20:17:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502734655,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; You are welcome, I cook food like this all of the time. So other than that do enjoy your time here. \u0026quot; Later he will ensure to give them what they need to feel comfortable, \u0026quot; of course don\u0026apos;t mind what ever happens, it\u0026apos;s normal for things to be this way. And enjoy your time here at the castle, visit the library and the bathing room along with many different areas. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T20:19:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502734780,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani smiled as she felt the warmth spread through out her body and just well up inside her, the subtle warmth of the spice root and the sensation of warmth from the food he put in, giving her a little jump in energy before she took another bite. \u0026quot;It is really good, a bit unusual for me but, but it is really good\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T20:40:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502736055,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia winced at the slight spice but accepted it as the warmth relaxed her a bit. She nodded to Ontani\u0026apos;s words about the meal. \u0026quot;Yes, it really is good.\u0026quot; She spoke softly.\n",               "date": "2017-08-14T20:43:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502736230,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 14., hétfő, 09:38:34"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge walked through the woods sporting a few marks and new wounds the older man grunted as he managed the hill at last. His dark hair hanging in his face as he lumbered towards where the tavern had been. Slowly he stood their, his splint mail clinging to him along with the many weapons the old veteran paused before he offered a gauntlet clad hand towards the towering castle before him. \u0026quot;What the fuck happened? What the hell!\u0026quot; He shouted as he brought his ire out for none but himself, he growled and his lips twisted into a frown, the thick stubble rolling across his cheeks twisted by his sneer. With little else to do he simply sighed and made his way, the blades on his belt clattering against his armour as he slowly progressed towards the castle gate. His green eyes glaring towards the large stone structure, thankfully the walk there was easier. And soon enough he stood before the door and raised a fist, hammering it against the large wood, shouting up \u0026quot;HEY! OPEN UP! Come on ya cheap bastards!\u0026quot; The man kept his stern frown, that chair he liked better be somewhere in this damn stone castle. Or he\u0026apos;s going to end up cutting someone\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T21:55:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502999731,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles walked up the hill, the sorcerer using a large staff as a walking stick. He leaned onto it slightly, his figure hidden by a cape. The cape was of emerald color, golden patterns woven into the cloth. Under the mantle, a set of clothes, fairly fancy looking, but practical for a spellcaster. He smiled as he reached the castle, Hearing the man outside shout as he banged against the door, he shrugged. He waited, hoping that someone would open the door before the man there ended up kicking it down or something. He kept to himself, leaning against his staff, his face still shrouded by the cape.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T22:25:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503001554,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori let the door lurch open, tired and confused by the commotion. All the time she\u0026apos;d spent trapped in the stone-walled hellhole and she couldn\u0026apos;t once remember being the one to receive visitors. There was one positive to this, however. At least it meant Aetharis was gone. When the door revealed their guests, two travelers by the looks of things, Nerida didn\u0026apos;t so much as move to the side to let them in. She stood her ground, wary and on edge, a look of incredulity in her eyes. \u0026quot;Who are you?\u0026quot; she demanded of the both. \u0026quot;What brings you here of all places?\u0026quot; It would be immediately evident to both men that, beneath her dress, Nerida was very pregnant.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T22:29:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503001781,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge stood there as the older man failed to notice Adelbert behind him, a bit too focused on making the door give way to his constant demands and shouting. \u0026quot;This fuckin thing.\u0026quot; He muttered under his breath before at last the door gave way and there was a small woman, with a rather obviously round belly. Nick spoke up with little issue as his gruff voice scrapped against the air \u0026quot;Ha ha, hilarious. Looks like Aetharis\u0026apos; gettin his whores to answer the door for him now too. Listen wench, open the door. I want my chair, I want my room, I want my drink, and I want to know what in the name of the divines happened to this fuckin place!\u0026quot; He shouted as the antsy mercenary gripped a the handle of his long sword. With the crossbow, shield, mace, and blades he looked like he was ready to lay siege to the place. His crows feet grew as he squinted at her and raised a brow, as if asking her to test his already limited patience\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T22:36:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503002160,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at her and visibly nodded in appreciation at the pregnant form of the woman who answered the door. He lowered the hood, revealing his long black hair, flowing just short of his shoulders. \u0026quot;I am a traveler, I came here hoping I could rest the night.\u0026quot; He said. He had a bag strapped to his hip, sagging a bit. It looked mostly empty, the flap closed with a belt. The staff, his cape and his mantle looked to be his only possessions. \u0026quot;I have been traveling for a while now, and I need a place to rest that is not the forest.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T22:42:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503002568,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori looked over both of the men in silence, nodding her head and considering their words of greeting carefully. The cantankerous old man\u0026apos;s insult went largely unacknowledged, until all at once and with a surprising speed and strength, Nerida reached out and went to slap him hard across his cheek, her calm demeanor breaking to show him some of the fire in her eyes. Whether she managed to strike him or not, her reply would be the same. \u0026quot;I am no whore to that thrice-damned creature, or any man. I am Lady Nerida of the Talori and if you doubt my words I shall prove the reality of them by skewering you with your own blasted weapon. You\u0026apos;re both welcome here, we\u0026apos;re certainly not lacking for room. Whether or not there\u0026apos;s a chair in here that\u0026apos;s to your liking is beyond me.\u0026quot; The girl stepped away from the door, her pretty young features still stern and unsmiling as she nodded at the to enter. It was hard not to trip Nicholas as he passed, but at least Adelbert was something nice to look at.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T22:49:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503002989,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge looked behind himself as he heard another voice, his left hand quickly drawing a dagger as he gripped it tight. Being a mercenary didn\u0026apos;t grant many friends. But when he saw what was just another mage he let his eyes wonder back to the woman at hand as he just raised his brow before the crack of a slap struck his face as he gained a fair bit of youthful fire in his own eyes. His hand getting a bit more twitchy now as he heard her speak. \u0026quot;Listen I don\u0026apos;t care if you\u0026apos;re the damn queen herself. You\u0026apos;re knocked up with his kid, your his whore as far as I\u0026apos;m concerned. But watching you try to take one of my weapons, I don\u0026apos;t usually get comedy when I come here.\u0026quot; He said as he walked in, the man offered her only a shove when she tried to trip him. He was in no mood, not after how long he walked to get here. He set his dagger away as he reached up to fix his hair, trying to tuck the brown strands properly to hide the grey that was creeping in. \u0026quot;Damn whores a plenty in here..\u0026quot; He muttered as he looked around the new, larger, more confusing place he had used so long as a base of operations. \u0026quot;My money and things had best be here or I\u0026apos;m going to stab that bastard so hard in the balls his children will feel it..\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T22:59:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503003550,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles would step inside soon after, nodding to Nerida. He\u0026apos;d bow gently to her, a clear contrast from how Nicholas was behaving. The dragon disciple would then look around, trying to see if there was something that resembled a bar or a tavern around them. He sighed softly, before turning towards Nerida. \u0026quot;Do you know if it is possible to get a drink in here?\u0026quot; He asked, always politely, \u0026quot;I would also like to leave some coin for the room, as I don\u0026apos;t like having debts.\u0026quot; He said afterwards. The staff in his hand would shrink to the size of a small rod, which he fastened to his belt.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T23:03:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503003809,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori || The men were greeted by an impressive sight indeed, a tall, well-lit hallway with a chandelier lighting the room and torches every few feet on both sides of the tapestry-adorned walls. The hallway seemed to lead up to a great stairway that dominated the centre of the hallway before sweeping off to both sides, giving access to the east and west wings of the castle. Several rooms lead off the hallway, leading to some reception rooms or other, but Nerida lead them down the side of the staircase to the back of the entrance. \u0026quot;The kitchens and so on are this way, there\u0026apos;s drink and food as much as you like and a bed which you may take without charge. I\u0026apos;ve no intention of providing whores for either of you. As for anything that might have been left...\u0026quot; Nerida was obviously trying to puzzle the answer to that out in her own mind. \u0026quot;..I\u0026apos;m not entirely sure. Aetharis dragged me through the world for months until we came to this place. I\u0026apos;m not entirely skilled with magic, but people seem to be able to enter it from the same place they entered the tavern. It\u0026apos;s beyond me how anyone is even capable of such a spell, though.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T23:09:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503004152,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge cared little about the woman, she was nothing to him, he wasn\u0026apos;t being paid to protect or care for her. And she had nothing he wanted, so its not like he needed to be any kind of nice to her. That aside it was a powerfully long trip, and it took his tole on his manners, his attitude, it was generally best to assume he was little more than piss, vinegar, and survival instincts at this point. His mood only seemed to sour the more he noticed all the changes, \u0026quot;God be damned, Aeth really is trying to compensate isn\u0026apos;t he?\u0026quot; He half muttered as he was led to the kitchen, quickly muscling past both of them as he began to raid the larder and whatever stock they had to drink. Mug and plate in hand he quickly filled both and found a place to sit. \u0026quot;Hmm so much for that \u0026apos;impale yourself with your own weapon\u0026apos; bit hmm?\u0026quot; He said as he took a moment to shove a mouthful of bread in as he chewed and spoke. \u0026quot;Any other, mmph, useful news?\u0026quot; He asked swallowing in the middle of his sentence, lifting his mug to quickly quench his thirst as he stared at the other two. Keeping careful eye on the both of them\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T23:18:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503004719,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles nods. \u0026quot;A permanent dimensional door, maybe.\u0026quot; He mutters at her words, pondering. He walks up to the counter, pouring himself a glass of mulled cider. He looks around, taking some bread and starting to butter it, eating it in between sips. He seems distracted, but his gaze is focused on the woman that greeted them and her growing belly. His eyes turn green for a moment, serpentine slits replacing the irises before he shakes his head, returning to sip his drink.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T23:27:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503005225,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori noticed Adelbert\u0026apos;s staring, but then she didn\u0026apos;t blame him for it at all. It was an obscene, ugly thing to lay eyes on, and no one had been more devastated about her condition than Nerida herself. She couldn\u0026apos;t so much as stand to look at herself in a mirror anymore. Rather than dwell on the sad thoughts, she turned her attention back to Nicholas, taking no food or drink for herself, her hand covering the collar strapped around her neck subconsciously as she spoke. She always did it, and desperately wished for a way to take the damn thing off so that one day she might choke Aetharis with it. \u0026quot;I said I would if you doubted the veracity of my words, and I meant it. You don\u0026apos;t doubt me though, you\u0026apos;re just too common to care.\u0026quot; Nerida stopped, and waited, only continuing to speak when she realised there were be no retaliation to her words. \u0026quot;News? Well.. Aetharis grows ever more mad by the day and the patronage of this place continues on, though as to why is beyond me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T23:34:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503005654,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge wipped at his drink as he simply stared at the woman with eyes dulled to the vast suffering this place so often caused. Hell he was even paid to cause it once. His eyes carefully ran over both in the room now, the mage was always a worry for a man like him. His only defense to magic was armour and what reflexes he had left. The girl was more a curious case if anything, calming to be so strong and powerful, yet she had been collared, claimed and bred. Little better than what a few gold coins could get you. At the notion of insanity he merely scoffed and nodded, shoving some dried chicken into his mouth next. Talking once more with it \u0026quot;Mm, course he is, mmmhm, turned a good tavern.\u0026quot; He gulped and swallowed as he sighed \u0026quot;Ahh that\u0026apos;s feelin better now. And the patronage continues cause this place, well it used to be fun. Not so sure about right now.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T23:46:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503006399,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles shrugged. \u0026quot;I do not know this man you spieak of, but he doesn\u0026apos;t sound like a good fellow at all.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;If he is keeping you here against your will, maybe there is a way to free you?\u0026quot; He asked, sipping his mulled cider and eating another slice of buttered bread. He sat on one of the chairs, yawning slowly before looking at the others.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:14:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502921657,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori nodded sadly at Nick\u0026apos;s words. She too remembered when the tavern had been something of a sanctuary to her, and the mourning for that time was evident in her eyes. Still, no man or mage could turn back time, not one she was ever like to meet anyway. For a little while she simply watched the men eating in silence, her own hunger slow to stir. She tried to distract herself by turning to Adelbert\u0026apos;s words instead. \u0026quot;This.. thing around my neck. I\u0026apos;ve never seen anything like it. It can\u0026apos;t be cut by any weapon, it can\u0026apos;t be removed save by him. And this poison, this drug he keeps in my veins.. I would be dead within a day if I left. Until I use my mind to find a solution to all of these issues I am trapped, and there\u0026apos;s nothing to be done. I wouldn\u0026apos;t fear him, though. You\u0026apos;re men, and as far as I\u0026apos;m aware you can\u0026apos;t be used to breed with. I\u0026apos;ve been wrong about his cruelty before, however.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:21:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502922074,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge chuckled and smiled as he looked to Adlbert as he grinned \u0026quot;You, don\u0026apos;t even know the half of it. Should see what he usually does. And don\u0026apos;t count on it, he uses some kinda magic shit with those collars. Might as well try taking this place apart stone by stone with your bare hands. Have a better chance of succeeding.\u0026quot; He said as he finished up with his simple plate and pushing it aside as he shifted in his seat to look at Nerida and nodded \u0026quot;See? Also I\u0026apos;ve seen him give someone a cut or two from doing things against him. So, don\u0026apos;t get too bright of an idea there kid. Unless you don\u0026apos;t mind taking a few cuts in all the wrong places there.\u0026quot; He said as he smiled for once, now full and at the least a shade more pleasant than before\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:26:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502922361,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles pondered for a while, musing over her words. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t doubt that.\u0026quot; He said softly. \u0026quot;Magic is always tricky, and with poisons in the midst it\u0026apos;s all even more complicated.\u0026quot; He ate another slice of bread, nodding at his words before sighing. \u0026quot;It is a cruel fate, that such a beautiful castle belongs to such a shitty ruler.\u0026quot; He added, sighing before finishing his cider. \u0026quot;But alas, as you two say, there\u0026apos;s nothing much to be done, then.\u0026quot; He looked at Nerida and tried a smile. \u0026quot;It is such a shame, that such a beautiful woman, glowing like you as she bears child, to be trapped in a place like this.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:28:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502922539,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori was quick to respond to Adelbert\u0026apos;s words, somewhat comforted that she hadn\u0026apos;t lost her mind entirely or even her strength. Nicholas had seen what he was capable of, enough to describe Aetharis\u0026apos; tactics down to the collars themselves. The relief made her somewhat emotional, and before she spoke she took a moment to compose herself. It wasn\u0026apos;t just her, he\u0026apos;d done it before and if people weren\u0026apos;t careful than the monster would do it again. \u0026quot;I -will- kill him\u0026quot; she vowed, more as an affirmation to herself than the others present. \u0026quot;He\u0026apos;s taken my Gods and everything that made my life notable from me. He won\u0026apos;t appreciate my beauty when I\u0026apos;m stood over him watching the blood drain from his body, I promise you that.\u0026quot; Still, now that she realised Adelbert had been complimenting her a flush of pink filled her cheeks. She couldn\u0026apos;t remember the last time she\u0026apos;d been thought beautiful by someone who wasn\u0026apos;t trying to defile her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:34:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502922899,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge chuckled as he looked over towards Adelbert as he grinned as he laughed softly \u0026quot;You haven\u0026apos;t been much around the world have ya? If anything Aeth is still less of a little shit than some nobles I\u0026apos;ve met and seen. Least he doesn\u0026apos;t kill at random in his own court.\u0026quot; He said as he took another long sip of his drink before letting the mug loudly clink down on the table as he sighed. \u0026quot;Right, sure you will. Just like how I\u0026apos;ll become a noble one day. Kids you need to learn something really quick, unless you actually do it, or take steps to making it happen. Might as well just pis those dreams into the moat. I could tell you a great way to start, but then again for someone who isn\u0026apos;t getting paid I\u0026apos;m already putting too much thought into this.\u0026quot; He said as he looked around the kitchen \u0026quot;Aeth really went overboard... hopefully he got rid of that pink stuff..\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:45:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502923552,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles nodded. \u0026quot;Well, sir.\u0026quot; He said, looking at Nicholas. \u0026quot;From where I hail, tyrants usually get overthrown really quickly.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;Or at least, the rulers of the adjacent regions step in to help the population.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s why it\u0026apos;s a good thing when a coalition of kingdom is formed: the others can stop the madness of a single.\u0026quot; He sighed. \u0026quot;Although, I have to say. I may help in your endeavor if you allow me, miss.\u0026quot; He said to Nerida. \u0026quot;I can barely stand injustice for its own sake.\u0026quot; He said softly. \u0026quot;Anyway, I think introductions are in order, aren\u0026apos;t they?\u0026quot; He asked to the two. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Adelbert.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:52:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502923923,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori sighed and nodded her head. Nicholas was right, Nerida didn\u0026apos;t have a cat in hell\u0026apos;s chance of making her dreams of vengeance a reality just yet. Still, she needed something, something to cleave to that gave her reason to rise in the mornings. The thought of one day completing her revenge was the ultimate goal that she could conjure in her mind. Adelbert\u0026apos;s offer of help was duly noted, but for the time being Nerida said nothing. \u0026quot;Adelbert..\u0026quot; she repeated, her tongue working hard not to butcher his name. \u0026quot;It wasn\u0026apos;t the most polite of introductions but as I mentioned before, I am Nerida of the Talori, blood royal from the Kingdom of Asui. Though I doubt you know it... everyone who comes here seems to be of disparate realms.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T00:58:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502924282,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge laughed, and damn hard before almost falling out of his own chair \u0026quot;HA HA HA HA! HAAAA HA HA HA! You must come from a land a fuckin fairy tales!\u0026quot; He kept laughing as she slowly shook his head before wipping the closest thing to an actual tear he had. \u0026quot;Hot damn that\u0026apos;s funny, and I\u0026apos;m uh, just call me Nick. Mercenary for hire.\u0026quot; He said giving a simple mention of his job before letting his eyes drift to the two of them. He hardly cared if their names where Sally and Dan. Unless they where going to play cards or gamble he doubted he\u0026apos;d be talking with them much. Considering neither seemed to have enough gold to hire him for anything.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:01:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502924468,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at them and chuckled. \u0026quot;Nick, Nerida.\u0026quot; He repeated before looking at Nicholas. \u0026quot;Well, I doubt you could call the Faerun a land of fairy tales.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;Unless your fairy tales involve gods killing each other, dragon eggs raining like meteors, frequent wars, espionage, a constant threat from below the earth and dragons killing people when they stray from the city...\u0026quot; he pondered. \u0026quot;Oh, not to mention, the demons.\u0026quot; He nodded afterwards, before sitting back. \u0026quot;Still, my offer still stand, Nerida from Asui.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:06:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502924799,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Alfric gently knocks on the larder\u0026apos;s threshold. It\u0026apos;s a light rap from a tiny, bony fist. If those within turn to look for the source of the sound, and turn so to the doorway, they\u0026apos;re met with the sight of this figure: An elf, by all accounts. Willowy and lovely, and you have to take a second glance to determine its gender.... Male, by his clothing. His skin is white, but his eyes are dark and large, made all the larger and darker by the moon-white of his lovely face. Long white hair falls down his back. He is dressed in simple traveler\u0026apos;s clothing but all of it white and grey. A rapier is sheathed at his hip, and upon his back is strapped a beautiful elven longbow and quiver. A traveler, and a simple adventurer. \u0026quot;Pardon me, gentlemen, my lady.\u0026quot; The lad\u0026apos;s voice is soft. It\u0026apos;s clear that this man is young, even by elven standards. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d heard there were... positions open. I\u0026apos;d like to speak to the Lord, if I may.\u0026quot; Alfric inclines his head politely, but remains in the doorway.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:09:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502924962,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori listened to the name of the place Adelbert had mentioned, and shook her head in sadness. Another strange land she\u0026apos;d never heard of, but then Kester had been from far away lands as well. Years of barely believing magic existed only to end up trapped in a place like this. How she longed to return home. \u0026quot;Thank you, Adelbert, but you\u0026apos;d only trouble yourself for nothing. Besides, one sip of that pink stuff, as Nicholas called it, and you\u0026apos;d be as enslaved to your desires as Aetharis is.\u0026quot; Her thoughts were rendered silent at the knock on the door,and Nerida turned to see who it was, praying it wasn\u0026apos;t the man himself. Alfric\u0026apos;s appearance greatly surprised her, to the point where she neglected to ask him -why- he\u0026apos;d want to work in a place like this at all. Her voice was steady, but soft when she replied. \u0026quot;There... are indeed position\u0026apos;s open in the Castle, though I know little of what\u0026apos;s needed. I would take you to the Lor-\u0026quot; she corrected herself immediately, \u0026quot;Aetharis at once but I\u0026apos;ve no notion of where he might be. What\u0026apos;s your name, boy?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:13:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502925194,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge looked to Adelbert as he parrots his name and then mentions the problems of his land \u0026quot;Yeah, sounds like a land of fairy tales to me. Where I come from dragons are damn rare. Demons are bit more common, still fairly easy to stab those things to death though.\u0026quot; The older man said as he reached up to fix some of his graying hair once more. A long drink from his mug as he set it down and then raised a brow at the elf, damn thing looked half starved! Half the time he couldn\u0026apos;t tell their gender, squinting even now he could barely tell as he blinked a few times. \u0026quot;The fuck, hang on kid are you...what?\u0026quot; He asked still confused as he looked again at the clothes. His confusion touching him as he blinked a few times \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll be damned, its a boy.\u0026quot; He muttered before his gaze drifted to Nerida as he snickered lightly \u0026quot;Careful, slip up too much and you\u0026apos;ll start calling him worse things than \u0026apos;Lord\u0026apos; sweetheart.\u0026quot; He said with a mocking chuckle, if nothing else this was entertaining\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:16:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502925376,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at Nicholas and Nerida, shaking his head. As he noticed Alfric enter the room, he just shrugged. \u0026quot;Bah. I\u0026apos;ll retire for now. I suppose I can get any room?\u0026quot; He asked, before taking a key from the rack and heading off to a bedroom, to make himself comfortable\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:28:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502926081,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Alfric blinks. He moves away for Adelbert to pass, while he listens to the lady speak. Hmm. \u0026quot;I see... I.. suppose I can just wait...\u0026quot; He tilts his head, unsure himself. \u0026quot;Ah. I do beg your pardon, my lady.\u0026quot; Alfric half bows. \u0026quot;I am Alfric.\u0026quot; He blinks at Nicholas, and actually begins to color. \u0026quot;Ah- ... Ye-yes... I\u0026apos;m.... a boy. As it were.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:32:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502926344,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori looked at Adelbert, and was about to spit back at him that she wasn\u0026apos;t an innkeep and she wasn\u0026apos;t a serving wench, but then she had invited them inside and wondered herself how he might find his room on his own. There was also the boy to consider. She would be mortified if she frightened him as well. The little knight was forced to choose her words carefully. \u0026quot;Since you asked -so- nicely...\u0026quot; she answered to Adelbert, her dress brushing along the floor as she too headed towards the door. \u0026quot;Make yourself comfortable, Alfric. You\u0026apos;re welcome to stay as a guest if Aetharis doesn\u0026apos;t return soon. Just... try not to call him \u0026apos;Lord.\u0026apos; His head\u0026apos;s already swollen enough as it is.\u0026quot; Nerida managed to smile at the lad, a genuine smile as well, before she maneuvered herself out of the door. Her swollen, pregnant belly made her movements slower than she would have liked, and there was no hiding her condition from anyone who lay eyes on her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:38:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502926682,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge waved good night to the mage as he let his hand flop to the table before grabbing his mug and taking a long sip form it. Piercing green eyes narrowing in on the new comer with no small amount of suspicion. Mostly looking at the weapons he sported, before chuckling and closing his eyes to enjoy his drink. Tipping it back and setting it down. \u0026quot;Well damn there elf, you fooled me easily enough there. Gods forbid you wear a dress never be able to tell ya apart.\u0026quot; He said before pausing and laughing and grinning at Nerida\u0026apos;s words \u0026quot;Now that\u0026apos;s the first true thing I\u0026apos;ve heard all damn night...\u0026quot; He said raising his mug to her before looking down into the empty mug \u0026quot;...shit..\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:39:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502926793,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric bows to the lady. \u0026quot;Thank you. My lady.\u0026quot; His voice is soft. He averts his gaze demurely downward when she smiles at him, and he steps out of her way, his head bowed. Chivalry. When she has passed, Alfric turns his attention to the only other person in the room: Nicholas. Alfric coughs, shuffles, and flushes. \u0026quot;I didn\u0026apos;t mean to confuse you, sir, and I apologize.\u0026quot; He wasn\u0026apos;t quite sure what he was apologizing for. \u0026quot;... I... don\u0026apos;t expect I\u0026apos;ll be wearing a gown anytime soon,\u0026quot; he says slowly. Hopefully. Knock on wood. He spies a large pitcher of ale on a table, and fetches it. Offers to refill Nicholas\u0026apos;s glass.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:42:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502926965,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge looked at the goy, he was honestly suspecting he didn\u0026apos;t have balls with how quiet and soft he was. The damn kid almost looked like a woman dressing as a man. \u0026quot;Fuck kid, grow a pair no need to be all soft and sorry like. And sure, whatever floats your boat.\u0026quot; He said before he looked at the kid with a slightly raised brow, before shrugging and pushing the mug towards the young elf. \u0026quot;Right, so I\u0026apos;m guessin with those ears a yours you probably heard my name. What\u0026apos;s yours?\u0026quot; He asked as his eyes glanced to the rapier and bow, bringing into question if the kid could actually use them. Though the elf was easily an opposite contrast to him, considering that Nick himself was nearly a walking armory\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:53:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502927621,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric wrinkles up his nose. It\u0026apos;s not like he can HELP it. He\u0026apos;s an ELF. Damned humans and their preconceived prejudices. They always thought they owned the world. Alfric sighs, remembering Nicholas\u0026apos;s short life. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m afraid I did not, sir. I\u0026apos;m Alfric.\u0026quot; He pours Nicholas a drink. Every movement of his is precise and graceful, fluid. His weapons are indeed light and quite beautiful, the closer Nick studied them. Hand carved, rare metal. They looked light.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T01:56:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502927789,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Took a deep breath before walking down the stairs from the library, knowing something wasn\u0026apos;t right in the castle and looked around, didn\u0026apos;t see any where. How ever none knew that Aetharis would be there or at least they didn\u0026apos;t check the library for him. It was where he was spending time there reading. Such as he gotten hungry which made him decide to come down and into the kitchen how ever he had no idea whom or what might be there. Didn\u0026apos;t care only that he entered and started gathering food before making his self something to eat. Simple precooked meat that was left out to dry a little with a special seasoning. Even used vegetables to place across the meat. Then bread was used, a sandwich to eat, then he smiled, \u0026quot; this is good and now what will I do, who knows what has been happening lately. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:01:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502928074,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge chuckled and grinned as she sighed and nodded \u0026quot;Yeah, nice to meet ya. Just call me Nick, say kid. The um, steel on your hip there, what kind of blade is that I don\u0026apos;t think I\u0026apos;ve seen such a thin one before. It doesn\u0026apos;t look like it has much durability, unless the metallurgy is something else.\u0026quot; He said as he frowned before looking at Aeth and quickly grew a bit of teeth to his words. \u0026quot;HEY! AETH YOU HALF BAKED SHIT! You changed everything while I was away! You uh, didn\u0026apos;t throw out all my gold \u0026apos;n stuff did you? You didn\u0026apos;t TOUCH my gold and stuff right?\u0026quot; He asked as he sat up a bit more, before taking the now filled mug for a slow sip\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:07:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502928420,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric blinks and looks down at his rapier. \u0026quot;Ah. No, you probably would not have seen it. It\u0026apos;s elven. I can\u0026apos;t tell you how it\u0026apos;s made; I\u0026apos;m afraid I don\u0026apos;t know myself. But I was given it long ago in the first days of my journeying as thanks. It\u0026apos;s--\u0026quot; He jumps when Nick suddenly starts yelling, his brown eyes wide. He spills a little of the beer in the pitcher he\u0026apos;s still holding. Turns to look at the man in question... ah, the Lord? Or the man the lady had told him NOT to call Lord. \u0026quot;Ah-........... Greetings, my-... good sir. I... heard.... there.... was an extensive library in this.... abode. Do you have need of a Librarian, sir?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:11:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502928697,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Looked over at the two, even then at Nicholas and chuckled a little. \u0026quot; Take me for a fool, this is a upgrade, after all you weren\u0026apos;t around. And why would I take your money, after all it would still be in your room. Don\u0026apos;t you remember all the rooms where enchanted as you can say. \u0026quot; Maybe he\u0026apos;d pick up on what he was talking about then turned his head and eyes towards Alfric, \u0026quot; of course have a entire floor dedicated to being a library, I wonder what gotten your interest? \u0026quot; Curious to know but only to turn his attention to both of them, eating on his sandwich some more.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:22:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502929342,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Rhana Covalt pushes the main door open, curious as to the strange building she\u0026apos;s located. She makes her way into the main hall, armor gently clinking as she scans the hallways and doors.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:28:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502929690,                "user": "Rhana Covalt"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge just raised a brow, he at least he was assured his room was somewhere in the damn place. He was half ready to kill someone if if that wasn\u0026apos;t the case. His eyes looked to Alfric as he chuckled lightly as he spoke up, their prior conversation distrupted now as he continued with the situation at hand. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t call him sir, just call him Aeth... and you\u0026apos;re right, I wasn\u0026apos;t here. Cause I\u0026apos;m a mercenary, who gets hired to do things. You know, work, something you\u0026apos;re not quite antiquated to.\u0026quot; He said with a chuckle and a large plastered smile, the old merc clearly just pointing jabs for the fun of it. His inner fire dulling now knowing his items and things where still somewhere and relatively safe. \u0026quot;Oh and as for that enchanting, you\u0026apos;re the master of the house, I assume your uh kingdom here is under your control. Figured you could dump things as you like, so call me cautious for just wondering where my things where.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:28:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502929703,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric glances at Nick again. \u0026quot;Oh. Aeth then.\u0026quot; It felt wrong somehow, but maybe that\u0026apos;s how things were done here. He turns again to Aeth. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d head you were looking for people to fill positions in your castle, s-....ssss.... Aeth. Only I thought I\u0026apos;d apply. I\u0026apos;ve trained under a Master Archivist before, you see. It might help. Or- or have you got anything else I could do...?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:30:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502929851,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Placing a hand on his chin, \u0026quot; well that is good, but lets see here, you will need to understand, do you worship gods and what do you believe in, such as do you think gods created life and the world? \u0026quot; Some how he was testing him. Nodding before looking around, \u0026quot; well I came and gotten what I want from the kitchen, so now I must head back to the main floor in case of any one new that arrives. \u0026quot; With that he left the two men to walk back to the main room, which was where the main doors would lead. Not even knowing whom or what might have stopped by still he would get there.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:33:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930015,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Rhana Covalt paused, noticing the sound of something (or someone) with some heaviness moving towards the main hall. Swallowing the growing lump in her throat, she straightened her posture and made sure that her blade was ready to draw, in the event that she needed it.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:36:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930193,                "user": "Rhana Covalt"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge sat there blinking at the rapid exchange between both Aeth and Alfric, before turning his head to Alfric and shrugging as Aeth departed. \u0026quot;I uh, I think that means you\u0026apos;re hired kid. Honestly I don\u0026apos;t think he\u0026apos;d give much two ways a fuck what you do here so long as you don\u0026apos;t get in his way and you don\u0026apos;t put nails on the chairs. Especially, the nails on the chairs. I am not dealing with that shit again..\u0026quot; He said as he sipped at his drink, letting a sigh roll past his lips, fingers reaching up to scratch at the gray flecked beard he sported as he sighed. \u0026quot;Well, good to know all my shit\u0026apos;s still here..\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:39:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930362,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric blinks, surprised. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t worship any--\u0026quot; .... Aaaaaand he left. Alfric stands there, blank. He looks at Nick, who shrugs. \u0026quot;Ah- .... Good advice. Thank you.\u0026quot; He holds up the pitcher, offering to pour more. More beer!\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:40:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930422,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Stepping into the main all to stretch and yawn after finishing the meal he head only to look and see a lady standing at the entrance. With a smile he would nod, \u0026quot; welcome miss to the castle, anything I can do to help you. \u0026quot; Giving her a small bow, a man wearing white silk shirt and pants, white hair and emerald eyes, he looked half elven.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:42:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930543,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Rhana Covalt, surprised to find such a well-dressed and normal humanoid smiled, bowing in return. \u0026quot;Hail and well met, sir. I come seeking food, water, and board, if you can spare it.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:44:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930643,                "user": "Rhana Covalt"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge smiles at Alfric as he chuckled, the kid was starting to grow on him, slowly, but it was better than what some got. \u0026quot;Yeah, no problem kid. Thanks for the drink.\u0026quot; He said as he held the mug out to be poured once more. \u0026quot;What\u0026apos;s got you so interested in becoming a uh libr- a scribe?\u0026quot; He asked as he didn\u0026apos;t want to waste too much time on trying to mix and pronounce fancy words he had no dire need to help make a fool of himself\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:44:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930667,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric nods. Alcohol always. He pours quite well; kid knows how to pull a draft! \u0026quot;A Librarian. Different. Scribes just write things. I like the wealth in libraries. Whole worlds in one room. And, well, I need a job, and it\u0026apos;s something I know.\u0026quot; Alfric shrugs. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m also a healer, but I doubt he has much need of that. He doesn\u0026apos;t seem to do much adventuring. What about you? What\u0026apos;s your place here?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:48:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502930883,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Nodded and smiled. \u0026quot; Of course have board and food, if you are hungry or thirsty, go to the kitchen, in the direction I came in from. Hard to miss, but don\u0026apos;t worry there are two others in there. I am just seeing who all might come by of course. \u0026quot; With that he would wait to see what she might say now, though he would need to talk to the one who wanted to run the library. How ever he didn\u0026apos;t think any one would have been interested in that.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:50:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502931047,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Rhana Covalt nodded pleasantly. \u0026quot;Your hospitality is greatly appreciated. Do you require anything in payment? I would hate to think that I am imposing at all, sir.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:51:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502931105,                "user": "Rhana Covalt"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge nodded slowly, to him they where one in the same, at least in his world they where. But he was of course more than willing to nod his head and act like he knew what he was talking about. \u0026quot;Huh, well least you got something you love under your belt there. As for myself, I\u0026apos;m a mercenary, and I typically use this place as a base of operations or I just hire myself out to however has gold. Just got back from a two month campaign actually, got fairly banged up but otherwise it was a good time. Aside from the bolt to the chest, that sucked.\u0026quot; He said as he sipped at his drink, always did taste better with someone to pour it for him\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T02:55:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502931319,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Alfric tilts his head to one side. \u0026quot;Do you need that tended to, then? Perhaps YOU\u0026apos;VE got need of a healer. Sounds like it. I\u0026apos;d be open to taking a cut, a small one, if you wanted a healer along on your next job.\u0026quot; Alfric takes a seat at the table, opposite Nick, and pours himself a small cup of the ale.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T03:06:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502932000,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge chuckled as he sighed and slowly nodded. \u0026quot;Yeah, I think the healers that tended me did a decent job, might still have some cracked ribs though.\u0026quot; He said gracing towards his side and rubbing slowly, cringing lightly as he felt beneath his armour. \u0026quot;Yeah they\u0026apos;re probably cracked...\u0026quot; He sighed and drew his hand away with a stern frown on his lips. \u0026quot;But I would need a healer, not as quick as I used to be so having you around would make things easier. Means I don\u0026apos;t have to worry about taking a bolt to the chest and worrying if I can drag my ass to an apothicary.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T03:09:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502932150,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Took in a deep breath before looking. \u0026quot; Don\u0026apos;t worry about it for now, every thing still being worked on for now just keep the money, every thing will be fine. \u0026quot; Making his way over to the throne like seat and sat down, feeling relaxed before thinking of something.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T03:09:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502932194,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Alfric nods. \u0026quot;All right then. Here\u0026apos;s to doing business.\u0026quot; He holds up his cup. Glad to have some kind of purpose after all.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T03:13:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502932426,                "user": "Alfric"            },            {                "content": "Rhana Covalt nods and smiles courteously. \u0026quot;Thank you, sir. I am in your debt.\u0026quot; She then made her way towards the kitchen, seeking something to sustain her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-17T03:17:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1502932660,                "user": "Rhana Covalt"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 17., csütörtök, 09:38:18"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Nerida Talori woke late again, the pregnancy taking a real toll on her body, and the lack of training doing her no favours either. Nerida missed her old life, and missed it with a passion. Even today as she scanned around the vast library she was looking for something that might help her understand her weapons better or give her further instruction on mounted combat. It was the one thing that kept her hopeful, the one thought that detracted her from her swollen belly and advancing pregnancy. Perhaps somewhere in these books lay the secret to Aetharis\u0026apos; downfall, but somehow she doubted it. He had needed to resort to drugging and raping her before, and Nerida suspected that he would sink as low as hell itself to get and keep what he wanted. Still, in silence, she kept scanning the numerous shelves, searching for something, a ritual that she performed that gave her reason to rise every day.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T18:55:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503075321,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Wasn\u0026apos;t doing much other than sleeping in a chair with in the library, but with a book on his face, it wasn\u0026apos;t in a dialect which most would know, in fact he was reading it like a normal book. Something about might draw on curiosity and maybe something entirely else. Could it house a secret to Aetharis\u0026apos;s way of living or could it be something he knows and is willing to confront about it later on. For now he was just sleeping away with out much thought, didn\u0026apos;t even now Nerida was there in the same area. Of course being completely asleep and unaware, this man seemed content, book resting on his face, yet if some might take notice that when searching the library the book could never really be spotted with out knowing what to look for.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:02:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503075737,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles slowly wakes up in the room he had taken the night before. He yawns, his sleep appearing on his eyes. He was unsure of what to do, the revelations he had the day before making him mull over the possibilities. He decided that thinking on an empty stomach was silly, even for a powerful spellcaster as him, so he decided to move towards the kitchen. His robes were around his body, his cloak left into the room. He locked the door behind himself, smiling as he started to walk. Arriving in the kitchen, he took a few slices of bread, starting to butter them up, putting a kettle on to brew some tea. A small spell to check the food for any poison or rot revealed that everything was safe to eat, or, well, most of the stuff, so he waited, sitting, with his cup of tea and his buttered bread. He wondered if he\u0026apos;d meet anyone that day.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:09:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503076157,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had hid herself a little in the pile of books she had found and read almost half of them, as they where neatly split in to two or three stacks, the third stack only having two books in it, might be what she could not read as of right now or something completely different. The sticky pop from where she sat, and her pain filled whimpers followed suit as she whispered to herself, \u0026quot;FUCK... owowow\u0026quot;, hoping no one heard anything and just returning to what she was doing having her face deep in another book before gasped and her forehead practically met the desk with a loud thud as she barely managed to hold in a pained cry.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:20:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503076811,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori jumped when she heard someone muttering a string of expletives around her, taking a worried look behind the set of shelves which concealed her. She was relieved that the voice was feminine; it couldn\u0026apos;t have been Aetharis. A very real smile came to her lips when she saw that it was in fact Ontani. \u0026quot;Miss Ontani!\u0026quot; she said, hurrying to her side. \u0026quot;Are you alright? How long have you been here?\u0026quot; A worried Nerida then looked around herself, left to right as she tried to ascertain if they were the only ones present. \u0026quot;It might be wise to keep your voice down. Aetharis is rarely present, but when he if he\u0026apos;s often to be found in the library. He\u0026apos;s best avoided for sure.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:24:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503077055,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Still sleeping peacefully and didn\u0026apos;t stir, how ever he wasn\u0026apos;t hiding at all, just hidden in plain sight. For now nothing seemed out of place other than a few book shelves have been moved to reveal more older and highly \u0026apos;forbidden\u0026apos; books, all in a different dialect. Old language, dating back longer than most. How could he have come across such older books, who would have known. Or was he busy while not being there entirely, or was it the reason of his presence being hardly there.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:28:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503077281,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles finished his breakfast, deciding that a stroll around the place was what he needed to stretch a bit. A smile on his face, he started walking around the castle. Reaching the library soon enough, he peeked inside, noticing Ontani and the very pregnant Nerida across the hall. He didn\u0026apos;t notice Aetharis either, or, if he did, he appeared to not care at all. He stretched, walking in, soon approaching Nerida. \u0026quot;Is it required to ask permission to read the books?\u0026quot; He asked.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:37:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503077861,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani wanted to push Nerida away at that moment but just kept her head down against the table, a bloody and awfully long fang laying by the side of her book, both of her paws clearly covering her mouth as she just muttered in pain, rolling her head a little on the table in pure agony. Whimpering and muffled words escaping her lips, \u0026quot;fu...ck... nononono, please...\u0026quot; The fang on the table looked healthy, but going up close to it one could see where the root was, it had a abnormal and horrid looking black spot.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:43:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503078219,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aqshy was walking in the castle\u0026apos;s hall. The young lynx, standing at 5\u0026apos;4\u0026quot;, was a slim creature, with small breasts and a nice little butt. She was wearing a simple grey robe, ending under her knees. She wasn\u0026apos;t a noble or anything, but just a servant. She was walking slowly, looking around. As she was new in this castle, she didn\u0026apos;t knew the people living in much. But she was ready to do her job. Whistling, she stops near a window, to look at the view outside. \u0026quot;Beautiful..\u0026quot; she whispers.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:45:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503078354,                "user": "Aqshy"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori shrieked before she managed to cover her lips, her hand coming to cover hips lips when she fully took in the sight that lay before her. \u0026quot;G-gods!\u0026quot; she whispered, looking back at Adelbert and hanging in the balance between asking him for help and directing him towards the books. Nerida was no skilled hand with healing, but perhaps there was something the man knew. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s... I...\u0026quot; She looked around and tried to place a comforting hand on Ontani\u0026apos;s back. It was then that she noticed Aetharis asleep on the chair. \u0026quot;C-can you heal?\u0026quot; She asked him in a whisper. \u0026quot;Or do you know something to reduce the pain? If not you might need to wake his bloody majesty over there. Poor Ontani\u0026apos;s tooth has just... well, as you see.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T19:59:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503079162,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Still sleeping only to wake up slowly, but didn\u0026apos;t move and looked down with enough of the book barely placed right and watched them slowly. Curious as to what is happening. Only when they looked away did he get up quietly and put the book back before walking around the book selves. Listening to them before he looked at Ontani and gotten curious then at the other two curious to know what is going on. How ever he did grin when seeing Nerida. Having plans on doing a few things to her later but for now refrained from doing any thing other that curiously waiting to see how it will progress.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T20:07:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503079623,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at Nerida and shook his head. \u0026quot;I can...halt the bleeding, but it\u0026apos;d be just a temporary thing.\u0026quot; He added afterwards, shrugging some. \u0026quot;I mean, I\u0026apos;m no healer.\u0026quot; He then looked towards Aetharis, noticing how he woke up. Adelbert seemed to be a quite perceptive person. He looked at Nerida and then Ontani, biting his lower lip. \u0026quot;Well...it doesn\u0026apos;t look...too bad, I mean...it\u0026apos;s a fang but it\u0026apos;s not like she\u0026apos;ll die from it.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T20:14:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503080083,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani shook her head before removing her hands from her muzzle to reveal how bloody it was, as if it was never ending. Whimpering and seaming almost angry as she bit hr own lower arm, setting her one fang in to it and mumble, \u0026quot;I hate... this... curse\u0026quot; With a hateful look as she straightened up and moved the book that she had been reading out of the way, The fang on the table seaming to just start withering away, turning blacker and blacker. The entier colection of books, about demons, demonic beings and much more, all from the forbidden area of the library.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T20:21:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503080468,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aqshy keeps walking in the castle\u0026apos;s hall for a while, then heads toward the library. It was usually a quiet spot, where she was trying to learn to read when no one was there. But as she walks in, she notices a group of person. She slowly walks toward them and bows her head. \u0026quot;Greeting, milords.\u0026quot; she says, keeping her eyes down. She was raised never to look at a lord in the eyes. The young servant smiles, her short tail swaying. \u0026quot;Could I serve you a drink? Some food, perhaps?\u0026quot; She was just hoping she wasn\u0026apos;t intruding.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T20:30:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503081012,                "user": "Aqshy"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori looked over Aqshy with a fair amount of suspicion in her eyes. She\u0026apos;d never seen this servant before, let alone given them an order, but then Nerida only left her chambers when she needed to and interacted with the staff even less. She was more than likely a new hire, and so Nerida took control as her upbringing had taught her to do. \u0026quot;Your -lady- here would like you to fetch a glass of strong brandy for Ontani. When you\u0026apos;ve done so bring it directly back to us...\u0026quot; She was cold with the girl, haughty, as she had always been with her own staff at home. It was just the way nobility was. Concerned Nerida stroked gently down Ontani\u0026apos;s back, trying to offer what little comfort she could and looking between both her and Adelbert. \u0026quot;You poor thing, what manner of curse is this? Adelbert is more proficient in spells than I am, but I\u0026apos;ve never seen anything like this!\u0026quot; Out of the corner of her eye she saw Aetharis approaching and averted her eyes. She didn\u0026apos;t want to look at him, much less be reminded of him. She could already feel her body burning again, and now was not the time.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T20:39:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503081558,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Looked at Aqshy and smiled, \u0026quot; yes dear please bring something to drink. \u0026quot; Looked at Nerida and smiled before looking over Ontani before he thought of a moment. Looking her over even grabbed her maw gently. \u0026quot; Her let me look, and can you tell me what happened to get this. \u0026quot; Curious to know what it was and kept a close eye on it before chuckling a little, \u0026quot; if you like I can treat her but know it will be painful, as I don\u0026apos;t use magic, but still it will be effective on helping out. \u0026quot; Waited for a answer, it was around this that Nerida would have seen him with out even a hint of desire like with her completely, there wasn\u0026apos;t even a hint of him trying to trick them or even the lust building up.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T20:44:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503081881,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles nodded. \u0026quot;If it is a curse I might do something, but the bleeding needs to be stopped.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;After all, you said you can heal her. If it\u0026apos;ll be painful, we should wait for the brandy so that she can get a few sips of it, at least to dull the feeling.\u0026quot; He said. He opened his bag, seemingly sticking his arm inside. The bag looked fairly small compared to how deep he was searching into it.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:08:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503083283,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani looked more annoyed at the group that had formed around, and hisses lashing out at Aetharis as he grabbed her maw, to get it to herself again before opening her mouth as a new tooth was literally forming in the place where the old one was. By the way it was coming out it looked like it was coming right out of her upper jawbone, cover in blood. Closed her mouth with a whimpering sound, the fang on the table now completely black as it started to get get weird cracks in it that started to get blood red over time.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:14:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503083677,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aqshy bows her head toward Nerida. \u0026quot;Yes, Milady.\u0026quot; she says. She was going to step back, but then hears Master Aetheris words. She smiles and nods. \u0026quot;Of course, master.\u0026quot; she says. She bows one last time, then leaves the library, to run toward the kitchen, where she finds some brandy. She takes two bottles, and one of wine, with a few cups, and returns to the library. Once there, she puts the glasses in front of each person, then smiles and fills the glasses with brandy, or wine if they ask her to.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:17:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503083857,                "user": "Aqshy"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori allowed Aqshy to fill her glass with a wine, nodding to the girl to indicate that she was willing to drink. After the rude awakening and the sight of Ontani\u0026apos;s strange curse she felt as though she needed to. It was obvious that the girl wanted some space and so Nerida took a step back, her eyes finally settling on the books she\u0026apos;d been reading, which served to unnerve her even more. Text on demoncraft and the like were always enough to put Nerida on edge, but she couldn\u0026apos;t imagine how the other girl must be suffering. Nerida rested a hand on the swell of her belly and stroked it almost instinctively as though she were trying to protect the baby. With everyone else preoccupied she thought about making her escape.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:27:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503084420,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Nodded towards her and smiled, before looking around and then he sighed. \u0026quot; Well then take this, it will dull the pain or at least chew on it, painful at first but will dull it completely till what ever is done is done. \u0026quot; Handed her a small blue vine, and then looked around before stretching and even walked past Nerida, didn\u0026apos;t even turn to look at her. Either he did it on purpose or wasn\u0026apos;t entirely in the mood. How ever he didn\u0026apos;t lie or even do any more of his usual things, \u0026quot; oh make sure to stay out of the forbidden books, Ontani, those demon books are not so friendly, yet you are fine, I have made sure to keep the nastier ones hidden. \u0026quot; Saying nothing else before leaving feeling hungery.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:30:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503084650,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at Aetharis as he spoke, then at the others. He took a glass of wine as well, sipping on it before looking at Ontaini. \u0026quot;That is surely an interesting curse.\u0026quot; He said softly. \u0026quot;He turned soon after. \u0026quot;I could try and find a way to break it, if you want.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;Do you know who put it on you, or why?\u0026quot; He asked Ontani. He then turned towards Aqshy. \u0026quot;Do you think we could have some bread too?\u0026quot; He asked\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:38:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503085112,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had not shown the book cover of the one that she was reading, one that she had managed to snag from his \u0026quot;hidden\u0026quot; area. The one that peaked her interest the most. She had taken advantage of him sleeping and sneak in, taking the book about Demonic grading, curses and rituals. Her response to his remark was nothing but a simple, hissing, \u0026quot;If anyone is qualified to read them... it is me\u0026quot; Hiding her maw again as the fang grew out and the old one now looked more like a demons tooth then anything else, giving a him a quick glance to see if he was serious. \u0026quot;I did it... stupid as I was at 12 years old, I made a contract, 3 years later I broke it and got a curse placed on me. if anything I am lucky to even be my self\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:42:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503085366,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aqshy serves the drinks, then looks at Adelbert and nods. \u0026quot;YEs, milord.\u0026quot; she says. She bows once more, then returns to the kitchen, returning with a plate. THere was some bread, but also soup and some cooked meat. The servant walks toward Adelbert and gets down on a knee, keeping the plate hight enough for him to pick anything he\u0026apos;d want on it. \u0026quot;There you are, Milord.\u0026quot; she says politely, eager to please.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:44:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503085478,                "user": "Aqshy"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori half-heard Ontani\u0026apos;s explanation, the words sinking in and listened to, but she didn\u0026apos;t respond. Her eyes had caught sight of the books Aetharis had been delving into, and it piqued her interest far more than a curse that she couldn\u0026apos;t break or help with. The girl walked towards the book he\u0026apos;d left open on the table as though she were mesmerised, Aqshy\u0026apos;s kind offering of the foods she\u0026apos;d brought entirely ignored. She picked up the text, thankfully unmolested by Aetharis on this occasion, an began to read. Perhaps, just maybe, the would give some insight into how she might finally be free of him. After all, what did she know of a half-dragon?\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:49:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503085793,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Sighed a little upon leaving how ever if Nerida noticed that the book despite being in a different dialect, it was some what easy for it to be read, not entirely sure why but something about it was explaining whom his mother was. Among all the other creatures that made him, and even the creatures with a really high sex drive and the love for breeding. Among the others seemed to be bent on surviving and some more brutal than others for fighting, but in all truths, it was in a way a birth record, every thing he has said to her at one point wasn\u0026apos;t a lie. Wasn\u0026apos;t till after that it reverted some out to the language of not being able to be read.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T21:59:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503086360,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at Ontani. \u0026quot;So it\u0026apos;s a demonic curse...\u0026quot; he said softly. He rummaged in his bag for a while, before taking what looked like a white staff with a golden sphere at the top. \u0026quot;This might do the trick...\u0026quot; he said as he looked at the staff, clearly way too long for the bag he carried. Bags of holding were useful. He looked at Ontani. \u0026quot;We\u0026apos;d need a quieter place, though, to perform a curse removal. I\u0026apos;m no cleric but this might work!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T22:02:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503086572,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani still sounded pained and hurt as she continued to twist in pain a little before looking up at him with a light smile as though trying to be friendly but her voice was more pained and annoyed, \u0026quot;-When ones hunger grow stronger, ones mind grow weaker, after the first taste one is bound, until one comes to term with them self and their demons- If you have ever heard or seen a demons contract before, you should know it is sealed with blood. I have committed the greatest sin of all, letting the temptation take me over, I have tasted the blood of innocence. When I was just 15 when I bit someone without their consent, This curse is bound to me... until I can figure out how the fuck I brake it or what that riddle means.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T22:14:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503087298,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles slowly also takes a slice of meat form Aqshy\u0026apos;s plate, together with some bread, before retuning to listen to Ontain\n",                "date": "2017-08-18T22:19:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503087567,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori could just about hear Ontani and Adelbert talking in the background but it was the boo which she held in her hands that had the most of her attention. It was no dialect she\u0026apos;d ever seen before, but somehow she knew it, it spoke to her, parts of it she could understand. This book, though she didn\u0026apos;t know why Aetharis had been reading it, was part of his lineage, the history of his blood and more information besides. Nerida wasn\u0026apos;t thinking, it was the first tangible lead she\u0026apos;d had in months, and she was determined to find out all she could. She stuffed the book into the skirts of her dress, hoping it would stay hidden, and grabbed a few of the others that had been scattered about the chair he\u0026apos;d been sat in. At last, there was a chance for her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T22:22:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503087755,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis After a while of leaving the room he was down stairs in the main room but what transpired next was a loud crash and cracking of the stone walls and pillars shook the place. Before that a loud roar like scream of anger. Something didn\u0026apos;t seem right, entire castle was filled with that intense pressure that of something was about to go on a killing rampage. Ended quickly before any one showed up, or went to look all they would find is every thing broken and charred walls, slowly repairing it\u0026apos;s self to look like it once was. Though Aeth was no where to be seen at this moment other than him having sneaked back around into the library, this time unseen and quite furious about something, opening all of the hidden compartments containing over thousands of forbidden books. But these ones where locked by a rune, nothing like what many know of this day.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T22:30:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503088233,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles ignored the sounds of Aetharis\u0026apos;s rage for quite a while, simply listening to Ontani. \u0026quot;It sounds pretty clear to me, if you ask.\u0026quot; he said softly. \u0026quot;You feel ashamed or guilty for something you did in the past, or are angry at yourself for the same reason. The way to break the curse naturally would be to find what that is and have you come to term with it.\u0026quot; He explained. \u0026quot;It might be the same bite you were talking about, or something else.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T22:38:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503088695,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani shook her head at the suggestion of the bite as the new fang was now fully grown out and snow white with a pink tint at the very top of it. \u0026quot;I have already come to terms with that happening, I never wanted it to happen, neither do I ever want to do it again, but my hunger grows day by day, I can keep it in check by biting my self but I would never bite someone else ever again\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T23:21:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503091280,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Ontani shook her head at the suggestion of the bite as the new fang was now fully grown out and snow white with a pink tint at the very top of it. \u0026quot;I have already come to terms with that happening, I never wanted it to happen, neither do I ever want to do it again, but my hunger grows day by day, I can keep it in check by biting my self but I would never bite someone else ever again\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T23:28:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503091722,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori heard Aetharis\u0026apos; rage, but paid it no heed. She remained calm, collected and altogether as she approached the other two, a pile of books in her arms. \u0026quot;I hear you, and I believe you Ontani. What exactly is it that you hunger for? Blood?\u0026quot; A thought struck Nerida\u0026apos;s mind that gave her pause to think. \u0026quot;Perhaps you might bite Aetharis for me. I\u0026apos;d give you this castle if you could drain him dry for me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T23:40:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503092414,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at the two of them. \u0026quot;I can try and break your curse forcibly, but...mistakes can happen.\u0026quot; He tells her, frowning a bit. \u0026quot;I mean, It\u0026apos;s always better to overcome a curse by your own strength, but if it pains you too much...\u0026quot; He says. \u0026quot;Perhaps, if you don\u0026apos;t feel like biting Aetharis, you could feed on my blood for a bit.\u0026quot; He said, taking a slice of bread and eating it, before taking some more wine. \u0026quot;I mean, it\u0026apos;ll hurt probably but it\u0026apos;s better than hurting yourself needlessly.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T23:47:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503092823,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani just looked at him with a giant question mark on her face, just staring at him for a while before she just shrugged a little unsure. \u0026quot;I still feel conflicted about biting anyone, even though I have perfected the sedative I use before I bite. It is a thing I will never come to terms with about my self. I hate it, even though it taste sweet, so sweet, like candy.\u0026quot; She just looked at him quickly and then glanced right over his neck area before taking a drink of some wine\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T23:56:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503093406,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori took a sip of her wine as well, worried about the look she saw briefly crossing Ontani\u0026apos;s eyes. Nerida placed the books she wasn\u0026apos;t hiding on the table, letting the weight from her arms. Truly she was surprised at how weak she was getting. While she stood there talking to them both she stretched her back and tried to bring some comfort back to her body. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think it\u0026apos;s a bad idea, it would keep Ontani sated and stop her from randomly breaking her vow with other guests. You\u0026apos;re a big, strong looking man. You\u0026apos;ll serve her purpose well. Will you excuse me?\u0026quot; Nerida didn\u0026apos;t wait for their consent, she simply took the heavy books in her arms again and swept towards the exit of the library. She fully intended to read every book she could get her hands on.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T00:08:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503007693,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at her and shrugged. \u0026quot;I do believe, if you have a sedative, that there\u0026apos;s nothing wrong with it.\u0026quot; he said softly. \u0026quot;We\u0026apos;re alone now, no one will see you, even.\u0026quot; He added afterwards, nodding slowly to Ontani. \u0026quot;Just tell me if you want to.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T00:14:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503008093,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani looked at him swallowing deeply as her eyes glanced at his neck again, licking her fangs a little before making eye contact with him, and just carefully nodded slowly. Nothing to say as she was afraid it could be taken the wrong way.\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T00:21:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503008508,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles smiled in response to Ontani. \u0026quot;Well then.\u0026quot; He said with a bit of a sigh. \u0026quot;I think I\u0026apos;ll retreat to my room for tonight.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;If you need help, don\u0026apos;t hesitate to request me tomorrow.\u0026quot; He added, before he turned to make it out of the room\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T00:24:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503008653,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani got up from her chair and cought in the door way, and she spoke with a low voice, careful and a little afraid, \u0026quot;Can i... can I please have little...\u0026quot; Not wanting to finish the sentence but knew it wold sound weird if she did not, \u0026quot;Can I please have little taste?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-18T00:30:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503009039,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles nodded, hinting at her to follow him to his room.\n",                "date": "2017-08-18T00:37:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503009451,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 18., péntek, 09:38:38"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Aetharis Aetharis was not in a particular mood, but what made this man so upset that he would damage the main hall of the castle. Everything in there was broken or completely demolished, even the pillars that held part of the building were broken and cracked. Working his way back up to the library on the second floor, looking through multiple books, even opened the book shelves to search through some more forbidden books, some had enchantments on them to keep them sealed, those were untouched. Nothing to do with what he was looking for at all. Thankfully he knew at this time no one was around, it wasn\u0026apos;t going to be pretty for some who might try to touch these books. White hair half elf looking man with emerald eyes reading through every book he pulled out of the shelf. Much to this all he was trying to figure something out, wasn\u0026apos;t till he walked over and stood in front of a shelf of books, opening it up only to grin realizing he knew where to go but wanted to make sure after pulling a book from the hidden shelf. It wasn\u0026apos;t normal by far, this one was a more private book he made, looked like flesh, but from what.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T20:46:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503168375,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had finally after such a long time gotten a really full night worth of sleep, thanks to the help she got to sate her gnawing hunger a little bit, walking through the main hall she had to open her eyes to the now restoring but still smashed pillars, walls, carpet and paintings. A little afraid but at the same time curious about what had happened she started to walk up the stairs to the library where she had left the books she had been reading on the table, but also seen Aetharis the last time, from when he was furiously searching through the books the night before. Her slumping foot steps could with ease be heard in the library as she made her way up and then standing in the door way, taking a quick look around to see if there where anyone there.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T20:53:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503168787,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Held the book firmly in hand and started to walk around reading it intently, but what he didn\u0026apos;t expect was to run into Ontani at the entrance of the library and looked up to see her. \u0026quot; Oh well is every thing okay. \u0026quot; Curious trying to assume nothing was wrong from last night, how ever that book in his hand gave off divinity. But at the same time was also similar to demons and gods. Curious to know what she was going to do or might need help with. While waiting he would read in the book more, keeping it close to him, this was one book that he hid and will keep away from any one else.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T20:56:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503169016,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani widen open eyes as she was met in the door way by something in her eyes might as well had been the light of god, shying away from it a little bit, taking a few steps back before shuddering. It was more then unexpected to see such a book, and it more then anything reminded her of that paper on the day she signed the contract. \u0026quot;Umm... well, I was going to read more but I was curius as to see if you where by now, I was thinking asking... might get me a little further then taking the books I want to read.\u0026quot; Keeping ok distance from the book and Aetharis it was clear something that close to him bothered her a lot. She could not only see but she could as close to as feel and sense it presence. \u0026quot;Also... umm... what might that.... \u0026quot;Book\u0026quot; be exactly?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:02:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503169379,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckled a little before taking a deep breath, \u0026quot; this book is made of divine being\u0026apos;s, gods, goddess\u0026apos;s, etc. How ever don\u0026apos;t worry it doesn\u0026apos;t contain much power to do anything other than keep it from aging. \u0026quot; looked around before looking at her once more, \u0026quot; I never did say you had to ask, just be careful of the books you read, and be sure to put them back after you are done, don\u0026apos;t think it would be wise to let weak willed bodies get their hands on it. \u0026quot; It was clear to what he meant with all the hidden books in the opening she might stat hearing whispers of all of them trying to pull her in for power, lust, greed. All these things that would drive some one to open and read them. \u0026quot; How ever I must tell you never open the book with bones, yes it contains a lot of information, but it\u0026apos;s not to be read unless you have the will and power to read it, but it does contain powerful abilities to break and destroy, create or basically anything you like to have. \u0026quot; Left out the major fact that it also consumes the life energy of the reader and caster.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:08:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503169712,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani just looked at him, but lost more and more focus as her eyes where more and more drawn to the book, and her right eye, the amber one having a little glow to it as it looked like Ontani her self where mesmerized by the book. Not seaming to pull her eyes of it, she had no real answer to what he was saying. At first glance it was almost like she wanted to get away from the book, but looking closer she was fighting with her self of what to, one part wanting to go close, wanting to touch and read it, one part wanting to get as far away from it as it could.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:29:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503170965,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Look this book isn\u0026apos;t going to help much, it\u0026apos;s more or less my personal book, something I keep track of things with and a bit more information on where I was born and such. \u0026quot; Informing her after making the book vanish. \u0026quot; Though now I will say stay away from the bone covered book, it\u0026apos;s been sealed for a very good reason. \u0026quot; Shook his head a little and kept what it can truly do from others. Needing to protect it, but thankfully he made sure it was in a spot away from all the other books. Some where no one would generally go to seek it out. Yawning a little and making sure to keep a eye on her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:33:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503171215,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani shook her head as the book vanished in front of her eyes, making her get back her normal self and the soft glow in her right eye fade away. \u0026quot;Well... if it is so dangerous, why keep it here on the castle?\u0026quot; In her mind it was a bit of a od choice when it came to keeping something away form others, keeping it somewhere where people could find it was normally not a good idea. Though after a few seconds of thinking about she just dropped it and shrugged a little, \u0026quot;Well, in that case, Could you maybe just show me where to find the books about demons and gods? I found one when you where asleep, but did not dare to look in another shelves.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:48:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503172126,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis \u0026quot; Well that is easy look for the section about gods, you will find every thing you need there. You can\u0026apos;t miss it. \u0026quot; With that he didn\u0026apos;t mind, \u0026quot; oh how ever why are you so interested in things that think they made every thing? \u0026quot; Curious about it all the more, she was asking for things that normally wasn\u0026apos;t brought out, there had to be something she was looking for or needed to deal with. Waiting to see if she gave him a answer or not, it wouldn\u0026apos;t be much. No matter what it might have been she would still have access to the library.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:51:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503172312,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani \u0026quot;Well... It is a bit of a tricky answer to be honest, your divine book is made of gods and goddesses... My body on the other hand is a different story,\u0026quot; Pointing to her right and then her left eyes, \u0026quot;Divinity, demonic... I have no other explanation. I have parts of something divine in me, and it fighting the demonic part of me, I need to know what I did exactly to get this curse, before I even have the slightest chance of understanding why me and how to brake it.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T21:57:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503172642,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Nodded a little then laughed. \u0026quot; I see, no need to explain any more, after all they are always plotting something to take control or make deals that serve them. As for curses, you will find a book that I stashed away in another section to help break it, if you are willing to deal with the prices. But be warned you have to choose what you do to break it with. \u0026quot; With that he would step to the side and allow her to go searching if she so desired.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T22:00:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503172857,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani looked past him with a little glimmer of hope as to what he said, bowing right before she walked in and diapered in her world of books again, now maybe, just maybe a step closer to understanding how her curse worked.\n",                "date": "2017-08-19T22:23:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503174225,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Flurris Thawe The inability to stay in one place definitely ran deep within the female panda, having up and took off once more. The notices posted across the castles inner tavern area drawing her with a strong allure to say the least. Of course she knew some of them she just was incapable of doing at the time, she avoided taking the least of the risky ones. However, it was clear upon her arrival once more to the castles grounds she had seen some tough encounters to say the least. A little larger in the middle section at this point was evident even beneath the voluminous robes she wore over her body. The dark blue material hanging loosely from every curve she possessed. Fuller hips, wider set beneath the intricately embroidered patterns upon the silken gown. The material wrapping around her body and cinching towards the center along her steep curved waist. It was an attempt to slightly reduce the noticeable bump in the front that resided beneath the layered garments, where she wore a stiffer bodice like wrapping. However, it was not so tight as to cause damage, at the most it looked like she might have either put on a bit more muscle or weight rather than anything else. The gown came upwards high upon the black and white furred neck of hers, into a collar that swept downwards over her breasts where it wrapped left over right, and the sleeves billowed slightly. White hair pulled upwards into a intricately done style of three buns interlocked into a central section, with golden chains adorning the top of her head, and large red eyes naturally ringed with a dark black coloration made the ensemble stand out. Upon her hip she did wear her fighting staff tucked inwards and her steps were silent and well placed from her 4\u0026apos;9 height as she pushed the larger doors open. Glancing around the building quitely, her back straight as she chuckled lightly. It seemed that every time she came something was changing in this place.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T22:40:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503175228,                "user": "Flurris Thawe"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Let Ontain pass him before he would make his way into the main room after descending the stairs from the second floor. And now he found his self really enjoying the idea of a small travel to a place that he visited rarely. But though he would need to prepare for a quick journey, not one to walk when it was intriguing to him.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T22:52:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503175929,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith walks out of one of the many castle rooms wrapped in naught but a sheet. Perhaps it\u0026apos;s the walk of shame that takes her across the stone halls, or maybe she chose to be somewhere without her clothing. Judging by the short, lithe woman\u0026apos;s flickering gaze and hair clumpy with bead-head, one might rightfully suppose that last night had been entirely an accident. Should anyone make eye contact, they\u0026apos;ll be met with a heavy blush and conscious repositioning of her paper-thin covering.\n",               "date": "2017-08-19T23:15:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503177345,                "user": "Eve Smith"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 19., szombat, 14:41:45"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Ontani had been hiding her self yet again and all nigther at the library, but now as the light coming through the windows she where in a corner, sitting in the floor with her head in her arms and a wall of books around her of different... lv of dangerous, the highest being a book in black cover, with what looked like veins of blood on it. Given up on her quest as what she figured out and tested different things, with no luck at all. She had not seen or heard anyone the past hours, but getting up and slowly putting one and one book back in place.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T20:22:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503253331,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori too was buried in a book, though it was just the one and she could barely read it. The script was foreign to her, strange words interspersed with a dialect she didn\u0026apos;t understand. But somehow she did. It was a language she\u0026apos;d never studied and yet for some reason, whatever it was, it was making sense to her. The book was the same one she\u0026apos;d all but stolen from Aetharis, a bloodline of sorts that detailed his heritage and ancestry and the deeds of those in his line. The reading was slow, and the tome considerably sizeable. But there was something that compelled Nerida to keep reading, on the off chance that the text contained the secret to his downfall.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T20:34:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503254058,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had, with great irony, also been in the Library all night. She personally loved how the scent of the books emanated and offered a comfort like no other when paired with the gentle flickering yellow toned lights of the candle flames. Noir herself was merely reading through basic books to see if she could get any new insight on how to use her Elemental Magic and also how to awaken her Succubus Arts. It made no sense to have the blood of a Succubus and then not harness the power she was born with. She noted the presence of two others who seemed to possess the Lust for Knowledge and through this their presence was exposed to her. She took a deep breath but remained silent as she softly closed her book on Elemental Spells and then began to walk a bit through the Library to see if there was any books on Succubi.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T20:39:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503254353,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Wasn\u0026apos;t in the mood for much, in fact the man had been getting entirely active, some might find it strange for him to be packing a light travel bag. Even having stopped up by the library for a moment and saw Nerida. Sneaking up on her and reached down quietly ready to grab her breasts before looking at the book and smiled. \u0026quot; Oh reading on my lineage, but know that you might find out who my mother is, she is probably allowing you to read the language if you are not asking about it. \u0026quot; After that he gave her a nice rough grope before backing off quickly, then left once he stopped by a few books. After a good minute or two the man finally opened another book case, how ever not all the way open just enough for him to see and grab a bag full of stuff then close it.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T20:55:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503255301,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani passed right by Aetharis when she put in the book that had the dark look to it, but she to had a little addition to herself as well, her demon side showing more as she had a rather a slim looking dark red horn on her right side, that curved a little up and then back. With a little down voice she was just whispering to herself as she put the book in carefully and moved to a different shelve for the other books she was holding.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:02:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503255745,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori out of habit Nerida reached out to strike Aetharis when he groped her, but he was too fast and managed to slip away just in time. It was then that what he had said to her truly sank in. It was the first glimpse he\u0026apos;d given her of why he was reading the book, and how it was she was able to understand what was written within it\u0026apos;s pages. As fast as her heavy belly would let her Nerida chased him through the library, asking him questions as he went. \u0026quot;W-wait! How am I able to read it? What does it contain about your mother? You were reading it for some reason! I insist that you tell me why!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:10:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503256233,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had heard the commotion of the two that she saw before. She shook her head and looked for some sort of book on her Lineage but was failing to really find anything on Succubi or Incubi at the moment. She gave thought to asking someone for help but worried that she would just look stupid for doing so.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:15:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503256511,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Chuckling a little when she chased after him, \u0026quot; oh you insist that I tell you why, how could I, only that I recently found out whom my mother was. Strange as a child I knew not whom my mother was till now. \u0026quot; Shaking his head before he looked at her and leaned in and kissed her, \u0026quot; maybe it is something to do with you, or maybe she likes you. I can\u0026apos;t say for certain. \u0026quot; Walking around and seen Ontani before shaking his head, \u0026quot; try the far end up the advent before the age of gods, you might find some interesting things there. \u0026quot; Looking back to Nerida as he continued to move through the library.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:18:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503256731,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani was in her own world before she heard Aetharis speak to her before she just shook her head and looked up at him with the smile of a innocent girl, \u0026quot;I have nothing more to read here, there is nothing more for me to try. I know the contract I made is permanent, I am not escaping my curse.\u0026quot; She had given up on trying to rid the curse, but still she was able to smile. \u0026quot;Thanks for access to this part of the library, I\u0026apos;l be heading down for something to eat, don\u0026apos;t mind me\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:25:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503257134,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori looked at Ontani with pleading eyes as the pair passed her, hoping that perhaps she\u0026apos;d stick around with her and try to wring more information from Aetharis as well. When he made off through the library again Nerida continued to follow him, one hand resting on her swollen belly while the other held the book. \u0026quot;Who was she, then? Your mother. How can she like me when I know full well we\u0026apos;ve never met!\u0026quot; His kiss still felt warm against her lips, causing Nerida to wipe the sensation away on her forearm. \u0026quot;Tell me, Aetharis! After all you\u0026apos;ve done to me I\u0026apos;ve every right to know!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:32:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503257545,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia sighed softly as the conversation seemed to escalate into some form of argument. So much for the silence and peaceful setting of the Library. She took a deep breath and then walked over to a shelf near the two, blinking a bit while watching them closely. She was curious on this, was this love? She remembered arguing with her Ex-Master like this at the start but near the end he had her well trained. She rubbed the nearly broken collar on her neck.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:40:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503258028,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Sighed a little and looked at her before laughing a little, \u0026quot; well then Nerida my sweet, you didn\u0026apos;t read all of it, my mother is a \u0026apos;goddess\u0026apos;. \u0026quot; All he said before spotting Noir, \u0026quot; well looks like we have a guest, let, think on that for a but. \u0026quot; Nodding some before grinning, \u0026quot; welcome miss, if you need something just ask or interested in a book look around I am sure you will find something of the sort you are looking for. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T21:51:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503258705,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had a slightly lowered head as she passed the three of them as she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, it was obvious she was conscious about her new appearance, and it seamed like it was not in a to good way. Her light footsteps down the stairs was soon to fade away as she entered the main hall and making her way quickly over to the kitchen, hoping that few or no one else saw her like this.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:01:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503259280,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori grabbed Aetharis by his collar and raised her hand to strike him hard across the cheek in her frustration. For days she\u0026apos;d wandered around with her nose buried in that book, and his nonsensical answer only served to infuriate her all the more. She\u0026apos;d tried so hard, genuinely thought she was close to finding something, but his words destroyed that hope. \u0026quot;Is that the best you can come up with?! There are but two Goddesses in the world and I doubt very much that either of them is your Mother! Tell me, why were you reading this book!?\u0026quot; There was a fury in Nerida that she was ashamed to let the newcomer see, an anger in her born of exhaustion, slavery and her hope dying slowly before her eyes. It wasn\u0026apos;t often that she wept like some pathetic kitchen wench, but the little knight was dangerously close to such a reaction in that moment.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:22:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503260571,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia saw the scene unfold and let out a soft sigh as she walked past the two as well, thinking it may be best to grab something to eat as well. She was rather hungry but also rather hit with Nostalgia. She hated to admit it but she missed the comfort that came with mindless submission to another person.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:33:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503261234,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Shook his head, \u0026quot; because she dislikes all the other gods and goddess\u0026apos;s, how ever you won\u0026apos;t know about her because she is a goddess of only one race that live their own way. How ever you need to understand there is more to life than just simple religions. \u0026quot; With that said he looked at Noir once more while she was walking, \u0026quot; so let me ask what brings you here miss. I am curious to know while this lovely lady thinks on a answer. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:47:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503262038,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori looked at him in frustration, her eyes darting from left to right as she tried to understand how he could still be so calm. That palpable fury came to her again as he turned his attention back to Noir, continuing to speak to the girl as though nothing had happened. The Templar let out a growl of frustration, knowing full well that her condition would prevent her from fighting with him in any effective way. She stormed off, with more questions than she had before and still none of the answers she was looking for. Never in her life had she ever felt so low or so helpless, but there was truly nothing to be done.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:55:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503262541,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had been reading to empower the thought of her getting her body back, her normal self, the girl that could live a normal life after all the years of being abnormal, though now, after all that she had done the curse was not a simple one, it was permanent, bound to her soul. To drown her thoughts of never getting her normal life back, at the kitchen she simply let her mind slip somewhere else as she started to cook with unfemilier spices and just try to give herself some comfort right now. Filling the room and the hallways with a delicious smell.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:56:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503262602,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Noir Velacia had looked to Aetharis who asked her why she was there. She blinked a bit and cleared her throat. \u0026quot;Knowledge and Wisdom... I wanted to learn more of my Mother\u0026apos;s Half of the Family... Not that it matters much since she is long gone. I just wish to learn to use arts that would belong to a Succubus.\u0026quot; She stated with honesty before looking Aetharis over.\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T22:59:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503262766,                "user": "Noir Velacia"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Raised a brow then smiled, \u0026quot; well then succubus\u0026apos;s they are interesting to say the least, but if you wish to learn about then go into the more lusting section of the library. Do mind to read what you need, some books are bound for reasons. \u0026quot; With that he\u0026apos;d pat her on the head and start to chase after Nerida, if she hadn\u0026apos;t heard him when he took the time to catch up. Or if he was still behind her a ways, but able to speak with her listening. \u0026quot; Of course, I am making a trip there, trust me. If you don\u0026apos;t believe me, you can come with. \u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T23:03:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503262987,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori spun on her heels to confront the man who had enslaved her, her anger no less diminished by his refusal to take her anger or her questions seriously. \u0026quot;Do not for a moment presume to think that I want to willingly go -anywhere- with you! I don\u0026apos;t want to share this Castle with you as it is and I certainly never wanted to bring your child into the world!\u0026quot; Her hate was entirely unconcealed, but it was hard for her to maintain. She was tired, so tired, and being ground down into powder by his relentless mind games and constant advances. \u0026quot;Wherever it is that you\u0026apos;re going, go\u0026quot; she practically implored him. \u0026quot;It sounds like bliss to have a few days where my body goes undefiled by you.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T23:08:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503263306,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge stood in front of the target, staring at it as he held a couple of knives, the old merc kept his green eyes focused on the target as he took time before throwing the small knife. The knife sank into the target that sat on the wall on the far end. Sighing as he shook his head and took a new knife as he aimed and tossed, the next knife clinked of the stone wall as he groaned. The art of throwing knives was annoyingly difficult to master. Sighing as he adjusted his brown tunic he took his last knife, aiming carefully he tossed it and another \u0026apos;thunk\u0026apos; rang out as it bounced off the stone. \u0026quot;Gods be damned...\u0026quot; He muttered as he walked to collect the knives and try again\n",               "date": "2017-08-20T02:22:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503188568,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 20., vasárnap, 10:12:03"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Daydell Icefeather hissed against the bite, a sharp intake of breath preceeding it even as her scale hardened around the bite. But scale can not hide the pain of such a thing, a pain that pleasured just as it harmed, the hiss filled with both the sharp notes of pain, and the sly guile of lust, as the vulnerable position was exposed. Her breasts were compressed to his chest, back, formerly arched, instead forced back down to the table itself as the digits and palms of his hands ravaged her chest. Beads of milk dripped upon the touch, weeping as they spread over her cleavage and his torso both. It was seconds, before the taste of her own arousal was pressed to her mouth, tongue rolling against it, stunned by the sudden flavour of ozone and static that was shared by her loins. Gagging for but a second, she nigh suckled his hand, as he fucked her mouth with his fingers so. The teeth were but no threat, for they were but small nubs, not for eating red meat but for helping tear cooked fish, her staple diet. And yet a new meat was being tasted by lips not upon her maw.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EFor he delve in, member finding a contracting, tight embrace. With the member soon inside, at her depths, her own cock had naught to do but sprawl along his belly, idly resting, as her hands were unable to pleasure it herself. The muscles in her tail contracted, twisting and pulling at one another, squeezing around the length of blood, flesh and tissue that plunged within her pseudo cunt, sharp moans and soft cries leaving the minstrel\u0026apos;s throat, even as she was muffled by the intruding fingers. Her eyes, finally, snapped open, locking to stare at the other\u0026apos;s own. For her eyes were like the glaciers by the ocean, white and blue, shifting and twisting with the eddies of snow and wing carving. Lust, a burning desire, the need for more. More pleasure. Rough. Violence. Soft. Romance. All burned through her gaze. Even if it only lasted but a moment...\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe wanted it.",               "date": "2017-08-24T10:38:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503563896,                "user": "Daydell Icefeather"            },            {                "content": "Nicholas Dirge could feel it, like a rising tide that held no end, a mounting upheval that borded just upon the horizon as it demanded attention. He denied it as he could but the pleasures of the unusual hole his member delved into made it difficult to restrain himself. Better sense was giving way to leaking passion, leaking passion lead to rampent lust and strength. And soon his fingers dove into her maw, happily toying with her tongue and catching it on occasion as it fell out and ran over her head. Dipping into fur and feather as he gripped them and tugged lightly. When her glacial cold eyes met hers, what she found was the green fields staring back at her. Or even a deep shaded emerald in each eye challenging any notions of too hot or too cold. Only the endless plain of billowing grass to take claim as he stared into her eyes. Before pulling back just enough to pull her neck back as he took new purchase on her neck, biting down, hard. Enough force was in that to normally pierce human skin as he used it to anchor himself. Trying to keep himself under control but he was slipping. And as his blood ripped through his body the need to unleash himself was growing painfully more powerful than his will to restrain it.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EHis member throbbed as he felt her own sat waisted against his well kept abdominal muscles. Pulling and shifting with each thrust down into her pre leaked in a copious amount. Groaning against her scaled body as he closed his eyes, if before he was rough, his thrusts grew wild and beastial as his balls smacked against her body now. Shuddering as his free hand continued to milk and squeeze her bust, offering not a moment of relaxation as he drew it to her tip. The rough sensation trickling against her skin, coarse yet smooth as he claimed her leaking tit. Squished as it was beneath his chest he let her have it by rubbing and even tugging upon her chest with no small hint of joy. Hightening his own pleasures as the throbbing meat inside her, pulsing with angry hungry veins. And with his rode of pleasure left as it was he could only think of the impending release, his crescendo so close as it drove him mad. A near feral snarl ripping from his lungs and tearing into the air with ferocity few could match",               "date": "2017-08-24T10:54:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503564896,                "user": "Nicholas Dirge"            },            {                "content": "Daydell Icefeather met with green plains, grass and wheat, small leaves and long. An ocean as if it were never made of water. Such a green was nothing she had seen before. With the roaring lust that burned between them, hotter than any pyre in the north that Day had ever seen, she delved into him. Like the flash of blackpowder before it truly ignited, the flicker of a lit torch on pitch before it burned, or puff of smoke from a volcano; Daydell too, flickered. For her pupils changed momentarily, colours shifting as the retina switched focus, instead of looking at his eyes, instead looking into the pure black of his iris. For as she did, her own expanded, until only a small amount of the snow-white of her eye\u0026apos;s pigment remained around a mirror of true darkness. She opened her mind, her body to him, as every emotion rushed through her. It could not have been just because of this, something clicked, for truly his pulse, and hers, matched.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EEach emotion -seethed- from her, each of his rabid thrusts met with the upswing of her own, grinding her cock along his abs even as the lack of space between abdomen and abdomen stroked her like an orifice could. The bite was enough to leave the pealing snapping sound of keratin cleaving in two, with the wet, watery taste of a newhmian female\u0026apos;s blood trickling into his own mouth, down the teeth and into the gullet. Her arms writhed against the bondage, tail squirming, even as the rippling pulses of contractions drove through her. Like a clenched fist, her loins clamped about his, the wet, dripping, slapping of their hips drawing even more sound, more wetness, as the suppressed flood of her liquid trailed from her, around his cock. Her own phallus twisted, bulging and throbbing a moment before wetting the space between them with the slick paint of her own virile seed. Her breasts, tricking already as his mere hands drew lactation from them, increased their flow. And her jaw, with his fingers free from its grasp, clenched. Never once did she lose the lock of eyes; mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish, tongue lolled free, each breath not enough oxygen. Even as it felt like she was strangled, she did not break. For with the rolling contractions, gripping and rippling around his phallus as if milking it of its contents, came a tauntness like a bowstring. Every muscle ablaze and strong, a vibrant hum leaving her throat.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EWhile the other fought with every will to control himself, Daydell instead let herself loose, free. For with the look she shared at him, was the impossibly meek, and yet humorous warcry of, \u0026apos;Have at me.\u0026apos;.",               "date": "2017-08-24T11:15:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503566102,                "user": "Daydell Icefeather"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 24., csütörtök, 10:33:54"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Forthazain Standing six foot tall wearing black steel like armor, thickness was apparent, down side is when some one would see the body and face of this man or creature, was only a skeleton\u0026apos;s face, but the bone seemed to be a darker color almost as if it was infused with something. Unlike other skeletons as it walks up the stairs towards the castle had any one seen or heard him, they\u0026apos;d only hear the sounds of metal clanging against the stone steps. No bones rattled at all with in this armor, even with him carrying a very large tower shield that could cover his body when defending against attacks, a bastard sword also attached to his back by leather straps, only thing indicated for eyes where the some what mist like orbs of a sliver color. Why would this undead like man come to such a strange land, perhaps he heard of it from the ears of the living, though one thing that did inspire him to come was the library, rumor had said it hosted books of all kinds of things. Peeked his interest enough to make the journey, once the door was with in hand reach, placed the gauntlet covered hand against the wooden door before pushing it open to enter and shutting it behind him. \u0026quot; Hello, any one here, I seek know and find out what I can, I heard this place was of interest. \u0026quot; A eerie rough yet soft and firm type of voice called out to see if any one was here, \u0026quot; a little chilly out there, but nothing to unbearable. \u0026quot; Only time bones made a tapping sound was when he spoke.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T21:44:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503603866,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori was awake, but dazed from the after effects of the drug that had spent so long in her system the night before. She was descending the stairs when she saw the heavy door swing open, and caught the gleam of metal armour as the steel caught the light of one of the torches. The man seemed much taller than Nerida, even from her position on the stairs, and when she hurried her feet down the steps to meet him their difference in height became that much more apparent. Thankfully she had found a dress in which to clothe herself, the materials a deep blue that matched her complexion so well but still did nothing to hide the swell of her belly. In the darkness she couldn\u0026apos;t see the former man for what he truly was, though his voice did little to ease her initial, natural apprehension. \u0026quot;Forgive me!\u0026quot; she called down the stairs, trying to clear the fog from her brain. \u0026quot;Can I help you? This Castle is occupied though it\u0026apos;s L- owner is away at present.\u0026quot; Each footstep took her closer, and Nerida was starting to see that there was something amiss with the man\u0026apos;s eyes.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T21:53:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503604390,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain Nodding a little before taking a look at Nerida, couldn\u0026apos;t smile or anything like that a blank expression at all times, though how could he with just a skull and no flesh. \u0026quot; I am looks for some books that might help me on my adventure, seeking to reclaim possibly what is mine originally. \u0026quot; Didn\u0026apos;t hide the fact of what it was, when he stepped into more light his entire form and face could be seen clear as day. Some might say monster upon the first sight of him, other would run and hide, or attack the man with out warning. This was when those silver dots rested upon Nerida up top the stair case. Curious to know why a beautiful woman was left alone. Decided that he wanted just a few books if they were here to read them before parting on the road once more. First though he needed to know how this woman would react to his face and what he was that entered the castle. Surprisingly he didn\u0026apos;t stink of rotted flesh or like other un-dead, this might call for a strange thought process of a skeleton that seemed to more alive than dead.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T22:00:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503604846,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori \u0026apos;s smile faded little by little as she approached the man, her pleasant demeanor turning to disbelief as the girl finally came to see Forthazain for what he truly was. He did not breathe, she noted, nor did he hold himself like other men. The eyes she had locked onto and though of as strange to begin with now revealed themselves to be nothing but silver, misty orbs that swirled in the places where his eyes should be, held together by some unseen force. Nerida did not shriek, nor did she run. The girl was unarmed and there was nothing she could do to defend herself. She stopped in her tracks, she couldn\u0026apos;t proceed now that she knew she was talking to a dead man\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T22:21:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503606093,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain Watched her closely only to shake his head, \u0026quot; don\u0026apos;t be alarmed miss, I am not here to kill or destroy, just to be on my way after reading. \u0026quot; Chuckling a little, if she noticed unlike more dead creatures, this one let off body heat as if it was still living in that regard. For now he was trying to ensure the woman nothing was going to happen at this time or have any intention to completely attack or nothing like that. Knew full well it was the natural reaction for every thing living to see a skeleton walking around and talking no less. But the stories of undeads, such as him attacking every thing in sight might be hard on him. Hard to tell if he was or wasn\u0026apos;t going to attack, yet he didn\u0026apos;t draw his word or anything like that just talking.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:29:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503610158,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori \u003Cem\u003E\u0026quot;It laughed...\u0026quot;\u003C/em\u003E she thought to herself, her smile not returning to her face. [i]\u0026quot;The Skeleton laughed...[i] There seemed to be no more to the situation than that, and Nerida had no reason to doubt his claims, but still she couldn\u0026apos;t quite get to grips with what was happening. In all of her life Nerida had never laid eyes on the undead, in her home realm such things simply did not exist. Nerida began to fear that her eyes were playing tricks on her, that perhaps there was a perfectly normal man stood before her but her eyes and her ears were deceiving her, some reaction to Aetharis\u0026apos; drug combined with the exhaustion of pregnancy. She nodded a few times, her face pale with shock, before she stuttered. \u0026quot;O-of course. This way please, Sir.\u0026quot; And turned to lead him towards the library.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:34:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503610485,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis Inside the library awaits a far more terrible creature than a once-man made of bones. In it is an astonishingly beautiful woman with wavy copper locks that fall to her rear and just barely cover her naked, slender figure. She lounges on one of the couches before the fire with her knees up, giving any that come through the entry way a clear look to what lies between her legs. No clothes, just a bare vulva without a hint of pubic hair.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:38:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503610681,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain Shook his head a little before following the lady towards the library, \u0026quot; sorry miss, if I am frightening you with my appearance. \u0026quot; In a way wanted to her to feel comfortable and relaxed around him, now knowing it will take some time for this lady to get use to the idea of a undead creature following her to the library. If she wanted a explanation of why he is this way, he\u0026apos;d give it to her, but it would be a long talk. She would have to likely sit down before listening to this story. Upon entering the library long before Nerida could see his armored hands would have blocked the woman\u0026apos;s view of what was in there. \u0026quot; I may be undead as you call me, but I have my moral\u0026apos;s, you dragon should know better. \u0026quot; Despite the lack of any warning her what he was about to do, much less he didn\u0026apos;t know what she has been through. These actions really didn\u0026apos;t seem like undead at all.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:41:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503610872,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori \u0026quot;Not at all!\u0026quot; she said with a forced laughter on the edge of her voice. \u0026quot;Forgive me if I seem out of sorts, Sir. I grow more tired by the day on account of my condition. I\u0026apos;m quite positive that there is nothing wrong with your appea-\u0026quot; It was then that an armoured hand covered her eyes and blocked her view of Aeralis naked body, though Nerida had seen just enough to know that there was another person present in the library with them. The little Knight froze to the spot, and that chill only grew when she heard Forthazain\u0026apos;s explanation of events to her. Undead? Dragon? Gods be good, she hadn\u0026apos;t been seeing things! But why was an undead soldier attempting to protect her fragile modesty?!\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:47:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503611236,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis The fact that the male covered the female\u0026apos;s eyes causes the dragoness to glance down and view her own human figure. It\u0026apos;s as young and wrinkle free as ever. A smell, perhaps? Her nostrils twitch in brief experimentation, but the results come back negative. \u0026quot;Prude,\u0026quot; she chuckles. One slender leg crosses over the other, hiding her slit from view, at least for a brief time. \u0026quot;Yes, yes. You\u0026apos;re an undead, she\u0026apos;s a human, I\u0026apos;m a dragon, but let\u0026apos;s say our \u003Cem\u003Enames\u003C/em\u003E.\u0026quot; Her eyes roll and the ginger smoothly stands and begins to cross the room to get a closer view of Nerida. The swollen belly is eyed in particular. \u0026quot;My name\u0026apos;s Aeralis. I\u0026apos;m probably the best healer either of you will ever meet.\u0026quot; Should Fort allow it, Aer will sweep his hands swiftly off Nerida\u0026apos;s brow. \u0026quot;Would you like me to tell you about your fetus? The gender, its health, or anything that you can\u0026apos;t detect yourself?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:53:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503611617,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain The fact she was moving towards them it made the undead knight a little skeptical of the dragoness. As he had a encounter before, but the horror he went through when she brought him back to life well left a bit of a scare on his soul and mind. Nothing that was bad enough to make him attack on sight, just enough to be very cautious about being around them. \u0026quot; So you are Aeralis, I am Forthazain the dreadnought. \u0026quot; Strange to hear a undead to announce his name, much less his title with ease, knew or fact they haven\u0026apos;t heard of him before. Caring little before parting his fingers for Nerida to look if she wanted to, wasn\u0026apos;t till then that a strange sound of him taking in a deep breath before letting it out. If the lady he tried to shield from the sight before hand would have taken notice, there was warmth seeping out of the slits of armor. Pulling his hands away from her before stepping to the side watching.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T23:59:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503611966,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori Nerida wanted to look back at him, to discern where that warmth was coming from and how above all else it was being emitted by an undead knight, but she couldn\u0026apos;t. If she looked back and saw what she thought she might see then it might just prove to be too much for her. She was unarmed, wearring no more protection than a dress, and weaker than she\u0026apos;d ever been in her life. Fighting would be futile. Instead the Knight chose to lock eyes with the human dragonness in front of her, trying to ascertain if she truly was a dragon and why she was looking so intently at her belly. She didn\u0026apos;t have to wait long to get her answer. \u0026quot;N-nerida, of the Talori. Blood royal of the Asuian empire.\u0026quot; That part was easy enough, but her words seemed to die on her lips when Aeralis asked her if she was curious about the baby. It took Nerida all of her courage to answer that. \u0026quot;I only want to know how much longer it will be. Please don\u0026apos;t tell me anything that might endear the child to me. It is a parasite, a unborn monster. Nothing more.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T00:05:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503525935,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet woke up in his room after the weird night before. He yawned slightly as he stretched, before walking through the castle in the search for people. He could hear chatting, although he wasn\u0026apos;t sure, since some of the voices were unfamiliar. He arrived just in time to hear the names of all the present people, and, much to his happiness, a naked woman. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Aurhet.\u0026quot; He said as he walked in, sitting on a chair and yawning again a bit. \u0026quot;Hunter, from Dundorma. Skilled with the bow and the sword.\u0026quot; He did a small semi-bow, smiling widely to the others. \u0026quot;Nerida, I see you regained consciousness.\u0026quot; He grinned a bit, looking at her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T00:11:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503526277,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis narrows her eyes and squints up at the skeleton, who has said something absurd. \u0026quot;Your name is \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Eterrible\u003C/span\u003E. No wonder you couldn\u0026apos;t even die properly.\u0026quot; As if that explains his life of misfortune in a single stroke of a pen. Though faint, she also feels the warmth radiating from the fellow\u0026apos;s armor and is somewhat intrigued, but not enough to take her eyes off the maiden-fair. \u0026quot;Are you a princess, duchess, countess?\u0026quot; Her hands move to touch on either side of Nerida\u0026apos;s stomach. Small, golden flames erupt from the female\u0026apos;s palms, but they do not burn. They only seem to provide inner light by which she has to use to see deep inside the tissue. \u0026quot;Judging by your love for the fetus, I\u0026apos;m guessing it\u0026apos;s a rape baby?\u0026quot; A pause is taken so that she might hear an answer, then she gives a response of her own. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ll have this child in less than a moon cycle.\u0026quot; Those that had seen Eve before may notice that this ginger bears quite the resemblance to the other carrot-top. Except Aeralis is paler, has longer, smoother hair, and a much more desirable body. \u0026quot;Aurhet, huh? Now that\u0026apos;s a proper name.\u0026quot; She glances over her shoulder and glances approvingly over at him. \u0026quot;I could\u0026apos;ve sworn that Aetharis would\u0026apos;ve put warding up to keep attractive men like you out. It doesn\u0026apos;t do well for his harem to fantasize about others.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T00:14:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503526459,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori That Nerida was a true born Princess showed in her response to Aeralis\u0026apos; question as to how the baby was conceived. The girl\u0026apos;s lips were sealed, her pretty pout tight and her lips gave no answer, but it was the fire and anger in her eyes, as though she wished she\u0026apos;d never been asked. It didn\u0026apos;t take long however for that fire to simmer down in her expression, the rage dissolving into fear when she heard how long she had left until the baby arrived. Again the Knight kept her countenance, her face barely changing except for her expressive eyes, they betrayed her every thought. There was so little time left.. What was she to do? She knew nothing of how women laboured, or what to do with the baby when it arrived. How was she to look after something that was half of him? Thankfully Aurhet\u0026apos;s voice saved her from herself and stopped her from overwhelming herself with too many questions. His face, she recognised, though not with any great clarity. Perhaps it was from the time before her memories had been restored to her. The girls face turned to him, her eyes narrowing as her mind worked hard, perhaps too hard, to recall where she knew him from. \u0026quot;Forgive me, I can\u0026apos;t think when you would have seen me in such a state... Aurhet. I know your name, somehow.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T00:42:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503528129,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain Shook his head, \u0026quot; well I was given that name though it\u0026apos;s fine, even if it is a terrible name, that is what it is. \u0026quot; He was curious to know what is all happening at this time, but looked at Aurhet before back to Nerida and Aeralis. All them seem to know something about it, little did they know he wasn\u0026apos;t going to remain here to long. Sighing a little and then looked around at the books. \u0026quot; Well I am here for one thing either way I shouldn\u0026apos;t waste any more time with this as he left Nerida\u0026apos;s side to go look for a book or a few to help him discover something. Yet he didn\u0026apos;t feel like staying any longer than he planned and such went through many books looking for something that might help. Or at least point him in the right direction, ignoring the other about what ever it is, didn\u0026apos;t have anything to do with him. Which made him out to be a bit of a different standing. A undead didn\u0026apos;t care much of the living it seemed, didn\u0026apos;t attack either so it was a completely confusing matter of state.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T00:45:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503528308,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis The dragoness watches Nerida\u0026apos;s eyes; catching every last shade of anger and emotion that filters through them. She barely gives Aurhet enough time to respond. Instead, her hands pull free of the woman\u0026apos;s belly. \u0026quot;If you want the child out sooner, orgasms help to dilate a woman\u0026apos;s cervix and get her ready for labor. I could help you, as a professional, of course.\u0026quot; Aeralis\u0026apos; left eyelid ducks down in a none too subtle wink. \u0026quot;My room is in the tallest tower, so nobody would hear us or intervene, unless you wanted them to.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T00:56:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503528980,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet looks at the two. He knew Nerida, although she seemed to have forgotten about him. Not too weird, considering that he had seen her only once or twice, a yearbefore. He did recall her perfectly though, and her new, pregnant form was even more beautiful than he remembered. As he heard Aeralis\u0026apos;s suggestion to the noble woman, he felt a throb in his pants. A naked woman offering a pregnant woman an orgasm, even if it was to deliver a child, was something that would stir any man\u0026apos;s loins. He listened carefully, although a soft blush appreared on his face. He looked at Forthazain as he moved to the library, shrugging a bit and sitting next to the two women.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:01:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503529298,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori Nerida\u0026apos;s breath caught in her chest, her heart pounding so hard that she could hear it in her ears. She was being offered the chance for all this to be over, for the child to be delivered and turned over to someone else\u0026apos;s arms. She\u0026apos;d be able to train again, to hone her body for revenge against the man who\u0026apos;d inflicted such a pathetic state upon her. It was an offer too tempting to pass up, and as her eyes wandered the dragon\u0026apos;s beautiful body Nerida couldn\u0026apos;t help but wonder if it was high time that she finally understood what it was like to hold a woman and use her body in the way hers had been used. The only problem was she was a novice at best... \u0026quot;I.. I want to.\u0026quot; she said resolutely, as if she\u0026apos;d just accepted a request to go to war for her country. \u0026quot;If that\u0026apos;s the best way to stimulate labour then I\u0026apos;ll do what I must. My only request is that there\u0026apos;s a man present as well.\u0026quot; The girl blushed at how brazen she was being, but continued on in any case. \u0026quot;I want to know what it\u0026apos;s like when I\u0026apos;m not trying to push someone away or being drugged...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:15:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503530124,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain With time Forthazain finally found something that would lead him in the direction he would desire and thus would put the book back after readying it. Felt something with in as if the urge to smile, yet could not, walking back over to them and looked at all three of them. \u0026quot; Thank you miss, you have helped me and now I must be on my way. \u0026quot; Placing a hand on his chest before giving her a bow, it was with the right lighting conditions that they could all see bright silver hair, his fair skin and the silver eyes he head before he was turned into a skeleton. A smile on his face from this only to vanish quickly when he stood up and ready to head out of the castle. Wanting to continue the journey ahead, \u0026quot; I shouldn\u0026apos;t impose or bother you all any more than I have. \u0026quot; What truly is wrong with this man, it was shrouded in mystery.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:20:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503530414,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis After only a moment of consideration, her head dips in a smooth nod. \u0026quot;That seems reasonable enough. You,\u0026quot; she gestures to Aurhet, \u0026quot;your name is more fun to cry out, so you\u0026apos;ve made the cut.\u0026quot; She glances over at Forth and pointedly down at his crotch area. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not even sure you have a dick, so...yeah. Go read a book or something.\u0026quot; Her hand reaches out to gently clasp Nerida\u0026apos;s and to lead the heavily pregnant woman into a light embrace. From there, Aeralis lifts the blonde up and carries her. Only a brief gesture of her neck is directed to Aurhet, who better react quickly if he wants to join in.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EUp many stairs they go to a winding staircase hidden by a door that might not have been seen otherwise. Inside is a room covered mainly with green and decorated with metallic accents of gold, copper, silver, and even platinum. With or without the penis present, Aeralis slides her baby-smooth fingers along Nerida\u0026apos;s body with feather-light delicacy. The ginger lays down on her stomach just beside Nerida, while the other is placed on her back just along the emerald bed. Her lips carress the inside of Nerida\u0026apos;s left collarbone tenderly. \u0026quot;Tell me if you want me to stop. But I promise if you let me go to the end, you\u0026apos;ll have forgotten your own name with the bliss I\u0026apos;ll put your body through.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:22:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503530533,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet looked at them and beamed. As he was asked to join the two by Aeralis, he shrugged and stood. \u0026quot;Sure, sounds fun.\u0026quot; He bowed a bit towards Nerida. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;ll accept, of course.\u0026quot; he said before quickly hurrying after them. He was wearing what looked like a leather vest and long pants, his chiseled figured, toned yet not overly muscular, moving in tow with the dragoness. He did stare at her bottom a fair bit as he followed, however. After all, it was bare. As the two women motioned to the bed, he simply sat on the other side of Nerida, still waiting for confirmation to act.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:25:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503530756,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori She was lifted and carried away before she could thank Forthazain for his attempted chivalry before, thinking reasonably that it wasn\u0026apos;t his fault that any notion of proper and improper had been turned on it\u0026apos;s head in the months which she\u0026apos;d been enslaved. \u0026quot;S-stay if you like!\u0026quot; was all she managed to shout before she was carried from the room, up the stairs in Aeralis\u0026apos; arms as though she weighed no more than the air itself. Before she could gather her thoughts to muster any questions Aeralis was next to her, and Aurhet waiting with more patience than she thought he possessed not far behind them. Nerida nodded to the hunter, her cheeks filling with colour just before Aeralis\u0026apos; lips touched at her collarbone. Her hands were so gentle, her lips soft just like Nerida\u0026apos;s own. How nice it was to be touched in the way that Nerida so often longed to touch others. It took everything she had for the little knight not to whimper in pleasure. It had only been mere seconds, how embarrassing if the others thought she was a wanton. \u0026quot;I-it feels good.\u0026quot; she replied in a whisper. \u0026quot;The last thing I want right now is for you to stop.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:32:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503531151,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Forthazain Took in consideration before he would leave a small note and left, walking down the stairs before heading out of the castle to resume his journey, unable to sleep or eat, even breath. This wasn\u0026apos;t going to be pretty if he stayed in one spot for too long. Opening the large castle doors before shutting behind it, leaving was for the best choice, knew if he stayed any longer there might have been a legion of dead following him. Problem was he didn\u0026apos;t want to be in a legion, just this legion was some how drawn to him, unsure of why it was this way. Hadn\u0026apos;t figured out why he was put in charged, so he just continued to follow his own path.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:36:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503531384,                "user": "Forthazain"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis Despite Nerida\u0026apos;s invitation, Aeralis\u0026apos; door would prevent anyone from entering behind Aurhet. Like Aetharis, she is an old being that knows how to use quite a bit of magic. \u0026quot;Then we\u0026apos;re off to a good start,\u0026quot; she coos gently in return to the blonde, her breath a playful caress along the tender skin. \u0026quot;Take off your clothes, Aurhet and lay down on the bed. You\u0026apos;ll be taking her ass.\u0026quot; The dragoness slides her entire body down until she reaches the hem of Nerida\u0026apos;s skirt. Once there, her fingers wander slowly along the woman\u0026apos;s legs and flutter over her calves. One finger will feel at the blonde\u0026apos;s tailhole to gauge its tightness. Should she feel like an anal virgin, Aeralis stands and walks over to one of her walls; one that is covered with an emerald curtain. Instead of a window behind it, Aeralis pulls the silk fabric to the left to reveal an assortment of hundreds of potions and vials. Each has a different label. Mint, burn, sensitivity, dry, and so forth. Her hand clutches a simple glass labeled \u0026apos;sensation\u0026apos;. The lube is applied generously to her pointer and middle finger. \u0026quot;This will make your ass feel amazing. You might come just from him going in. Would you like some?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:39:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503531575,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet looked at Aeralis and nods. He sheds his clothes, slowly, taking off piece by piece. As he stood naked, his cock was already hard, a slight throb coming from the eight and half inches long, two inches and half thick manhood. He stroke his own cock slowly, looking at Nerida and then Aeralis. \u0026quot;You look magnificent, Nerida.\u0026quot; He whispered softly, leaning forward. His tongue would go to lick the side of one of her breasts, before sliding on the bed next to her. \u0026quot;Are you sure I should take her ass?\u0026quot; He asked to Aeralis. \u0026quot;I mean, shouldn\u0026apos;t she choose?\u0026quot; He then looked at Nerida, arching an eyebrow.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:43:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503531798,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori Nerida was starting to feel that her clothes were hindering her, the cover and minimal protection they\u0026apos;d once given to her no longer required now that she was in company that wanted nothing other than to assist her in her plight. Her eyes once again roamed the body of the dragonness as she stood, taking in her nigh on perfect figure. Even Nerida would have killed to look so perfect, her curves cut as though they\u0026apos;d been shaped by a sculptors own hands. Aeralis\u0026apos; teats seemed to be of an almost impossible perfection, round yet pert, her waist sloping gracefully into her hips. Nerida didn\u0026apos;t know if she was looking away out of jealousy or embarrassment, but she was forced to remind herself that it was rude to stare once she\u0026apos;d drifted down to the woman\u0026apos;s perfect cunt. It was a blessing that she\u0026apos;d been paying attention to what she\u0026apos;d said. With Aeralis in the room Nerida though it nothing short of a miracle that Aurhet had been playing attention to her figured at all, her belly so distended and her teats so heavy with milk. Her lips gave out a small cry of pleasure when she felt Aurhet\u0026apos;s strong body next to her, his tongue just brushing against an already stiffened nipple.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I-if she says it\u0026apos;s g-going to feel good, I trust her. No one\u0026apos;s taken me from there before... I want to give my final virginity away to someone of my own choosing... And I want to choose a handsome, strong man like you, Aurhet.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:51:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503532318,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis Being the vain creature that she is, she can feel the gaze upon her chosen figure. Her breasts are generous enough at a C cup and her hips are just a bit broader, making them perfect to hold in nearly any position. Her face brightens with an even more playful smile to Aurhet. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m the healer, here,\u0026quot; she points out. \u0026quot;I know the best way to treat your bodies.\u0026quot; They\u0026apos;re nothing but children that need teaching, in her eyes. Aeralis approaches the bed with a swift step and a rather pleased and eager expression on her face. Though she can\u0026apos;t sport an erection like Aurhet, her every muscle is rippling with lust and anticipation. Her fingers tease along Nerida\u0026apos;s anal ring, making it alight with a fire of sensation. It\u0026apos;d feel as sensitive as a burn wound touching cold air; with a pleasing and wanting throb, but smell of mint and soot. Her fingers push in against the resisting anus and wiggle around. The lube provides enough moisture to allow Aeralis\u0026apos; digits to wiggle without too much friction. I\u0026apos;ll lift her bottom half and you lift her top half and slide under,\u0026quot; she instructs Aurhet. Aeralis wraps her left arm around Nerida\u0026apos;s hips and pulls up, all while her right hand pumps in and out of the delightfully tight hole.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T01:59:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503532788,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet nodded. He lifted Nerida\u0026apos;s shoulders with ease, sliding under her. He\u0026apos;d let her shoulders rest on his chest, the hunter\u0026apos;s body toned and muscular enough to lift and even allow her to lay on him. He smiled and kissed the nape of her neck, his cock resting between her asscheeks gently, giving a throb of anticipation. \u0026quot;If you say so...\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;I apologize if it\u0026apos;ll hurt.\u0026quot; He added afterwar,ds looking at Aeralis and nodding. \u0026quot;Do you think you could use some lubricant on my skin?\u0026quot; he asked. The foreskin of his cock covered half of his tip, the thick veiny rod standing straight up.\n",               "date": "2017-08-24T02:09:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503533347,                "user": "Aurhet"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 24., csütörtök, 16:48:00"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Nebit Tonight she wanted to try something, the last time she had arrived there was a hormonal ginger rampaging in the front entrance. Of course due to the fact she didn\u0026apos;t wish to travel to far, she had resigned herself to gathering a few things and paying for a room for a while. After all trying to return to a whole different area was needless to say a hassle without the proper transportation. The wagon which had dropped her off wouldn\u0026apos;t return for a month at best. So with that in mind she had found her way to the room she had procured herself, only having ventured out a few times. She knew how this place worked all to well thanks to her time here when it was just a simple tavern. Prefering to stick to venturing out of her room to explore during the quiter hours of the day..But she knew eventually staying to hiding out would not work no more for her, and inhaling deeply she stood before the large body length mirror. Holding a gown up to her svelte figure, only to shake her head and rehang it within the large cabinet..This went on with a few garments before finally finding one she liked the best, this of course was well fitted to her body. Tailored perfectly to enhance the natural sweep of soft and sleek curves, made of a fine silken material over the tailored corset beneath. Colored to compliment rich creamy tanned flesh and black points upon her body. Stepping into the garment was like heaven upon the skin, the way it slid across her thighs and up over her abdomen.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003ELarge green eyes lined with a natural darker line giving her an almost Egyptian flare to them. The corners sweeping upwards softly, one dark \u0026apos;gloved\u0026apos; hand reaching up to brush strands of hair from her high cheekbones. Strands falling at this point to her waist curled inwards towards her body softly, a stark contrast against the golden and red silk of the gown she had by this point begun lacing up in the back. Pushing her cleavage upwards beneath the soft lace chest portion, revealing the plushness beneath and softly flaring out in light over lapping cascades upon her hips where it dropped to the ground, the right side holding a slit upwards to her upper thigh where that longer lean leg was revealed...Held in place by a deep burgundy ribbon bow..Hands once the lacing upon the back was finished moved to the front slipping down over the corset and the silken material sewed over it. Hair pulled backwards by a matching burgundy ribbon, loose so that it wasn\u0026apos;t to tight but drew attention to her angular features. The ears atop her head twitched softly as she straightened her back, turning in place and drawing a flowing off the shoulders flowing robe made of the same color only slightly more gauzen in nature..Drapping it over her arms and pulling it closed around her, natural poise and grace drawn into perfection in the package she adorned herself in. The necklace about her throat tight and rested softly upon her chest in a shimmering array of reds and blues, with golden chains upon it..This was how she presented herself as she brought her way from the bedroom locking the door behind her..\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EMovements silent, almost sweeping in nature as she seemed to glide down the hall rather than walk with practiced movement. The material billowing out behind her with each of her steps, that lightly touched upon the floors, as she rounded the corner to the main halls stair case curiously studying the paintings and different architecture of the building as she went. One hand extending to run along the railing smoothly, with longer graceful fingers brushing against the material. Mind wandering since right now she didn\u0026apos;t spot that many others at that very moment.",               "date": "2017-08-27T03:18:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503796728,                "user": "Nebit"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori had stayed in the room Aeralis had brought her to, the same room where she had birthed her son. She felt safer here than she had done in her own room, Aetharis having proved that he could gain access to that even without her knowing. The labour had been long, but Nerida\u0026apos;s body had been strong enough to bear it with limited difficulty. After hours of agony and 30 minutes of true labour she had finally delivered a healthy baby boy, and had been smitten with him since. Aetharis hadn\u0026apos;t returned, and she\u0026apos;d seen no one else the few times she\u0026apos;d left the room. Nerida was starting to hope that perhaps she could raise her boy without his monstrous Father present at all.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T23:46:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503870399,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis had been tending to the new mother and baby quite stupendously. Warm, fresh meat appeared as often as the knight could desire, as well as an assortment of fruits and beverages. At one point Nerida was made to stand so that Aeralis might put on fresh sheets and burn the bloody ones from existence. Offers had been made to give the woman relief. Numbing potions for the likely sore vulva and muscle relaxants for the blonde\u0026apos;s probably sore gut. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m surprised Aetharis hasn\u0026apos;t showed up by now,\u0026quot; she says while getting a clean rag to put beneath the woman\u0026apos;s snatch to catch the afterbleeding that comes weeks after birth. \u0026quot;Maybe he knows I\u0026apos;d rape him and send him away.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T23:52:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503870759,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles slowly made his way into the main room again. The presence of a magical being tackled his senses. The sorcerer slowly muttered a few words, closing his eyes, finding the location. He made his way up to the tall tower were Nerida was currently residing, knocking on the wooden door in front of him. He was wearing his robe and mantle, the staff in his hand again shrinking to a small rod that was fastened to his belt. He looked around, waiting for someone to answer.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T23:57:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503871050,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori giggled girlishly at the idea, trying not to show her embarrassment at how helpless and dependent on the dragonness she\u0026apos;d become. Nerida had long since learned that her dignity needed to be sacrificed, not just for herself but for the health of her boy as well. \u0026quot;Aetharis, raped? Gods I can only pray for such swift retribution. His crimes are so grievous that...\u0026quot; Nerida\u0026apos;s words fell silent and she near jumped out of her skin when she heard the knocking on the door. With almost fearful eyes she looked to Aeralis, silently pleading with her. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ve done so much for us already..\u0026quot; she said in a whisper, \u0026quot;but I beg you, if it\u0026apos;s Aetharis don\u0026apos;t tell him we\u0026apos;re here.\u0026quot; She clutched her newborn to her chest, and willed the sleeping child not to rouse in any way.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:01:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503784865,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis hears the sound of feet and catches the scent of a male, but most importantly she feels him wandering atop the stone surfaces of the castle. When a rasping knock settles knuckle upon her copper door, she\u0026apos;s not surprised. \u0026quot;If Aetharis were to die, he wouldn\u0026apos;t go to hell,\u0026quot; she notes. \u0026quot;According to the teachings of his people, he\u0026apos;s doing exactly as he should be. Surviving, breeding, furthering himself in his own way.\u0026quot; For Nerida\u0026apos;s comfort, Aeralis has put on a sheer white nightgown that barely even covers the subtle hue change of her nipples, nonetheless any of her luscious curves. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s not Aetharis. It\u0026apos;s some other mutt, by the smell of him.\u0026quot; With that little bit of reassurance offered to Nerida, Aeralis flicks her wrist and the door opens. The ginger slowly moves to set herself pristinely in the doorway, hiding both mother and babe from sight, while giving Adelbert full view of her less than modest attire. \u0026quot;Yes?\u0026quot; Though she appears perfectly mundane, every smell, taste, and aura comes off as something dragon.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:08:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503785301,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles looked at her and pondered for a while. \u0026quot;Oh, a fellow dragonoid.\u0026quot; He said softly, only. \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Adelbert.\u0026quot; he said as he pushed his hand towards her, extending his arm. Adelbert looked less than threatening. Lean and toned, he carried no weapon. A satchel at his side, a mantle on his shoulders. Rings. A keen magic sense would reveal the extent of the powers of the items he wore. Alas, his blood was part dragon. Very, very faint. But his magic was certainly a result of that. He looked at Aeralis. \u0026quot;I know that actual dragons disguise themselves as human to go unnoticed, but seldom I have seen one this beautiful.\u0026quot; He said, his voice warm and smooth. \u0026quot;And barely dressed too. Must be my lucky day~\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:24:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503786279,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Adelbert\u0026apos;s voice, recognising it from the first time they\u0026apos;d met. She was lucky today it would seem, they would be left in peace and Aetharis would continue on blissfully unaware that he had a son. If only she could find a way to get them both out of the Castle... she cursed the collar around her neck in silence. Something caught in Nerida\u0026apos;s mind though, something that Aeralis had said that she didn\u0026apos;t quite understand. The teachings of his people demanded he survived and breed? What manner of people did he come from? Nerida knew so little, and Aeralis seemed able to discern a person\u0026apos;s lineage as she had done with Adelbert. She couldn\u0026apos;t contain the question. \u0026quot;Aeralis, what is he? What is Aetharis? And why did his people teach him to enslave and breed?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:31:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503786660,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Ontani had locked herself in her room for quiet some time, ever since she learned that there where little to nothing she could do get rid of her curse she had mostly hid away, and barely stayed on top of things, though now was probably a good time to get out of the room before anyone started to wonder where she might have taken the road to. Just opening the door and walking around the seemingly empty castle, no one in the kitchen, nor the library and the main halls completely empty. Starting to wonder if everyone had just abandoned the place she yelled out in the main hall, \u0026quot;Is there anyone left around!?\u0026quot; Her voice just turning in to a echo bouncing of the walls for a good 15 seconds before dead quiet again, \u0026quot;Dose not seam like it... Maybe I can see something from the upper tower, wonder If I even can get up there\u0026quot; Starting her slow walk up towards the tower before her climb began, wondering what she might find at the top.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:34:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503786892,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Aeralis has her attention drawn three ways. On some level, she\u0026apos;s aware of Ontani walking up the stairs towards the tall tower, but it\u0026apos;s a dim sense; like something a chef might have just before their dish begins to burn. The dragoness in a human guise addresses Nerida first by turning her head slowly and intentionally looking away from Adelbert. \u0026quot;A strain of him is older than dragons. He is a muttier mutt than myself.\u0026quot; She decides not to go into specifics. Gradually, she glances back at the man and feels a smirk peel her lips up at their edges. Her arm does not meet his, but remains hanging at her side. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s no compliment. Most dragons are men now-a-days, thus not beautiful.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:40:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503787206,                "user": "Aeralis"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles scoffs, retreating his arms. \u0026quot;I find myself quite handsome, thank you very much.\u0026quot; He\u0026apos;d say only, looking at her.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:41:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503787307,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Adelbert Miles scoffs, retreating his arms. \u0026quot;I find myself quite handsome, thank you very much.\u0026quot; He\u0026apos;d say only, looking at her. His face would look at hers. \u0026quot;I was just trying to be nice.\u0026quot; He then peeked into the room, seeing Nerida and the baby. \u0026quot;Oh, congratualtions!\u0026quot; He said only, before looking back at Aeralis. \u0026quot;I sensed your presence and thought I\u0026apos;d check what it was.\u0026quot; He added. \u0026quot;I offered my name, it\u0026apos;s usually common courtesy to reply in the same way.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:43:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503787387,                "user": "Adelbert Miles"            },            {                "content": "Ontani where slumping her way up the stairs, her body starting to betray her as she was loosing physical strength by the day, her belly getting to become quiet the big one, twins or maybe even triplets is how big she was, but only recently had she noticed that her energy and strength where withering away. a slight panting experience just getting up the stairs as she started to reach the top where her tail where hanging down quiet the bit and her hand on the wall for support. \u0026quot;God... these stairs are way... to long for me\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:48:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503787710,                "user": "Ontani"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori almost physically recoiled at the news, looking down at the continuation of his line, the babe in her arms that had started to wake thanks to hunger. She could barely believe it, a dragon? She\u0026apos;d thought that he was an elf, given his ears, though one with a lecherous streak. Aeralis had said he was a mutt... Gods, just how diluted was his blood? She looked to Adelbert, or what little she could see of him, her body and it\u0026apos;s ugly difficulties well hidden. The girl inclined her head and forced a smile to her lips in thanks. \u0026quot;You are too kind, Sir. Forgive my harsh words when first we met. I... I understand now that even if he is Aetharis\u0026apos; son I could never harm my boy. I promise you I will protect him with my life.\u0026quot; There was another sound from behind the door, something more feint. Was she starting to hear things? There was a voice softly speaking as well.\n",               "date": "2017-08-27T00:55:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1503788107,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 27., vasárnap, 19:00:12"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Eve Smith spends her morning with her precious Atticus down on the second story of the castle. Her hand fluffs through the tot\u0026apos;s ever growing hair and flutters gently over his ash gray eyelashes. Gradually, she sets him onto their shared bed and talks quietly out of the room. In the hall just outside of her dwelling is a library; stacked to the brim with books that are simple and vastly superior to anything she\u0026apos;ll ever read in her life. The short, slender woman tips up to the top of her bare toes. While she\u0026apos;s normally in hunting attire, today she\u0026apos;s dressed in nothing but a thick gray robe and with damp hair, showing she and her spawn have freshly vacated a bath.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T17:36:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504107381,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Tygas Vernados presses the door open with a careful hand. the heavy wooden front leading from the vestibule to the main hallway echoing with the creak of the door. Tygas had never been to another world before, and assumed that he inherited his strange ability from his absent but powerful Father. He was learning something new about himself every day. Entering the main hallway shoulder first his blue eyes fell on the sweeping steps the dominated the room, candles illuminating the stone walls in spite of it being light enough to see in the outside daybreak. His steps tapped and echoed off the walls as he walked past tapestries and paintings, looking for signs of life. \u0026quot;Hello there!\u0026quot; he called out into the emptiness. There were others here, he could feel it, he just had no notion of how.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T17:44:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504107896,                "user": "Tygas Vernados"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith had seen the servants in the kitchens and cleaning out the various bed chambers. Barmaids, they were called; each wearing a matching uniform that is scantily clad and hardly leaving anything to the imagination. The whores are all too immersed in their various tasks to tend to Tygas. Deep in the castle, at the heart of the library, Eve pauses. Through it all, she\u0026apos;s somehow managed to keep a clean enough nature about her and a hope that she won\u0026apos;t \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003Ealways\u003C/span\u003E be screwed over. \u0026quot;Hello,\u0026quot; she calls back timidly. Then again, it\u0026apos;s not Aetharis. Surely there\u0026apos;s nothing to fear. Should he follow the voice, he\u0026apos;ll find Eve sitting on a couch by her lonesome, her legs tucked up beneath her and eyes glancing down to read what seems to be a book of fables.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T17:49:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504108155,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Tygas Vernados beamed a smile at Eve the moment he tracked down her voice and laid eyes on her. He\u0026apos;d been right about there being other living souls in the Castle at least, and not to mention he\u0026apos;d come across a human at that. The half-demon had little traces of his infernal heritage about him, thank the Gods. There was no horns on his head, no tail to hide, no scales to mottle his skin. The only thing that gave him away as only a half-human hybrid was his height, well, that and he was easily considered quite beautiful. \u0026quot;Forgive me, my Lady\u0026quot; he said, assuming a high ranking title for the woman to prevent any offence. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve stumbled across this place quite by accident. What luck that I find myself among humans again.\u0026quot; His voice was deep, but smooth and still young. He inclined his head after he spoke to her, a small gesture of kindness. \u0026quot;Tell me, what do they call this place? It is a most impressive dwelling.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T17:55:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504108530,                "user": "Tygas Vernados"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith has the very faint scent of a dragon about her, but nothing that\u0026apos;s over-the-top distinguishable. The robe is shut tightly over her chest, not giving him so much as a gram of cleavage to inspect. Being a fairly mundane creature, she has naught to rely on but her eyes and the slight feeling that something is off about he man before her. Her eyes can\u0026apos;t help but glance up, then wander over the strange, oddly attractive man. \u0026quot;Eve,\u0026quot; she corrects softly in more of a knee-jerk reaction than with any anger. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know the official name,\u0026quot; she admits, a bit of a blush lifting to her cheeks. \u0026quot;I call it the rape dungeon.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T18:00:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504108830,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Tygas Vernados had been full on disarming cheer until he heard what Eve called this place, though he tried his utmost not to let his shock show at her blunt assessment of the Castle. \u0026quot;T-tygas..\u0026quot; he repeated, at least decided that the woman should know his name before he engaged her in any further conversation about what was clearly a rather serious matter. \u0026quot;Forgive me, Eve, I might had misheard you there but.. \u0026quot;rape dungeon?\u0026quot; Hells, what manner of place have I found myself in?\u0026quot; He approached the girl with slow, gentle steps, giving her more than enough opportunity to tell him not to come any further should he make her feel uncomfortable. \u0026quot;I am yet young in the ways of the world, and I know not even myself properly, but how is it that you have such a distaste for this dwelling and yet I see you making no effort to leave?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T18:09:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504109367,                "user": "Tygas Vernados"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith slides a bit over, making sure to give the man room on the couch beside her. \u0026quot;You heard me perfectly.\u0026quot; She can\u0026apos;t help but shudder a little as he approaches, but she won\u0026apos;t verbally stop him. The sense of dragon and demon meeting is an odd one at best. \u0026quot;The master of the castle, Aetharis, rapes whomever he wants,\u0026quot; she explains, \u0026quot;and often he allows men to join him in orgies, so long as there are plenty of women present.\u0026quot; She eyes Tygas warily, as if expecting him to take off the mask of peace and replace it with a sixteen inch, relentless erection. \u0026quot;I feel duty bound to stick around and let the man know our son. I have a child by him. I expect if I don\u0026apos;t get knocked up soon, I\u0026apos;ll get another visit.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T18:15:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504109740,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes his appearence in the castle... for the first time since it was transformed into a castle. The last time he was in this place, it was still a tavern. Then it got transformed, and he hasn\u0026apos;t seen it in its current shape yet. So he just makes his appearence, entering the building, rather confused about where to go, and how is he going to go about getting a drink or food. If that\u0026apos;s even a possibility anymore to begin with. Or talking to the women.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe has no real clue.",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:09:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504112998,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori was on her way back from the kitchens, a wailing baby in one arm and a fresh jug of water in the other. In spite of her disheveled hair she looked the picture of health again, her skin warm and pink on her cheeks even as she tried her best to calm her crying child by hushing him gently. She didn\u0026apos;t even realise that she wasn\u0026apos;t alone until she lifted her eyes and caught sight of Stephanus. It was hard for her to recognise him at first, but she knew that she\u0026apos;d seen his face before somewhere.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:15:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504113315,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond on the other hand had trouble recognizing Nerida. She was almost nothing like the way he had seen her before. Her tidy hair, her armour, her neatness, all gone... This Nerida looked almost like a prisoner or a refugee of some sorts. And she had a child. An unusually interesting sight in such a place. He was wondering if he had wandered into a ruined castle by accident that has since become \u0026apos;infested\u0026apos; with the homeless. After all, he was told that this castle belongs to Aetharis...\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EAetharis. It almost makes sense now. This woman he is seeing is part of his harem, and that child is his. It all makes sense now. And that blond woman must be Nerida Talori, the knightess he has previously talked about in front of Eve, Naerie and the others. The one he used as a cautionary tale about the ruthlessness of Aetharis, and how women should steer clear of him.\n\u003Cbr\u003EYet he does not feel very compelled to walk up to her, and her child and talk to her. It\u0026apos;s not like any good would come out of it. Better leave her be, so she can tend to her child... So in the mean time, he tries to find a stair or chair to sit down to.",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:19:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504113589,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Roland ShieldBreaker His sky blue eyes peer up at the castle heights. His vision only slightly cut off from the helm he wore. It was ebony in color, which only blended with the shadow of his hood as he glanced about the the rest of the castle hall. His leather boots clicked against the marble floor as bits of his armor clinked, echoing far more loudly than he had meant to let out. He had his bow drawn, his arrow semi cocked as he continued to glance about the hall. Unsure of whom he would run into as his cloaked whisked to his light glide across the floor. With how empty it was, he found it hard to believe that the nearby townsfolk said that this was where the popular tavern was. How was he supposed to earn marks now? Hell, was there even a person to speak to here?\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:23:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504113813,                "user": "Roland ShieldBreaker"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori lowered her head and hurried past Stephanus, not even stopping to point him in the direction of the kitchens or the feasting halls. She didn\u0026apos;t want him to notice how far she had fallen. The last time they had spoken was before Nerida had her memories returned to her, and now it was too painful to admit that she had ever known him at all, as a different person, one who could still fend for herself. In her hurry to leave she nearly walked right into Roland\u0026apos;s line of sight, stopping short when she saw that he was wielding his bow, pointing it in their general direction. With a gasp she dropped the water jug and clutched her infant son to her chest, his crying only increasing her discomfort. Nerida was unarmed, still weakened from the birth and experiencing a level of fear which she had never before known, fear for her child\u0026apos;s life. People hunted dragons, even in her realm. For the first time in her life she considering turning to flee.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:31:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504114291,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond may not have reacted a lot to Nerida\u0026apos;s presence, but he wasn\u0026apos;t deaf. He heard when she had dropped something, and as soon as he turned his line of sight to that event, he began walking in their direction to prevent potential disasters from happening, and he also used his magic to lift up the water-jug up into the air - hopefully Nerida\u0026apos;s arms, if she isn\u0026apos;t freaked out by magic. Chances are, his legs aren\u0026apos;t going to be fast enough - especially in his armour - to prevent anything horrbile from happening, should this Roland choose to do anything terrible to Nerida. But should this Roland be one possessing malevolent intentions - hopefully he is not - maybe the paladin\u0026apos;s presence can deter him from realizing such intentions.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHis hand was on his scabbard. He wasn\u0026apos;t intentionally trying to play hero, merely reacting to events.",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:35:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504114541,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Roland ShieldBreaker his arrow was cocked fast and his bow fully drawn as he heard the gasp. He remained silent. At least for the time being as he worked his way towards the sound. Though, he quickly lowers it upon seeing a beautiful woman and a child within her arms. \u0026quot;My humblest apologies, Milady.\u0026quot; Bowing as he tosses his arrow into his quiver. \u0026quot;I had not seen anyone here and had began to start to doubt the townsfolk\u0026apos;s word about this place having anyone here. I was told there was a tavern and mercenary board. I was hoping to gain some work for coin and all of the such.\u0026quot; He offers his hand to her as he pulls his hood aside and removed his helm, stashing it under his arm as he gets to one knee. His pointed ears twitching as his face showed his gruff black beard. His long black hair was well groomed and cascaded down his back and along his shoulders. \u0026quot;I had not meant to threaten you and your child. If you wish, I\u0026apos;ll even be our guard for a time being in return for my trouble or whatever you may ask.\u0026quot; She was certainly a beauty indeed, a mother at that? Wonder if she\u0026apos;s really taken...\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:42:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504114946,                "user": "Roland ShieldBreaker"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori was vaguely aware of Stephanus\u0026apos; presence behind her, and oddly grateful that the Paladin has chosen to follow when he heard the jug drop and smash. Her eyes, however, were on the most immediate threat. That Stephanus was nearby was a relief but he was too far to offer her any real assistance should the man loose his bow. In her weakness, wide-eyed and fearful, she took a step back just before he bowed. She was even wary of him when he quivered his arrow and began to explain himself. By the time he was kneeling in front of her, Nerida\u0026apos;s suspicions had just about calmed but the cries of her son still kept her alert. She tried her best not to be too brash, too emotional in front of the apologetic stranger.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;There are no guards here, Sir, and no man could protect me from that which I cold not even protect myself. There is something of a tavern here, and a mercenary board as you say, but this Castle... this place is built on the nightmares of it\u0026apos;s inhabitants. If you don\u0026apos;t believe me then you may ask Stephanus, behind me. He\u0026apos;s is no emotionally fraught and exhausted mother.\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EShe put the jug of water down again, and offered the stranger her hand so that he might stand. \u0026quot;I am Nerida of the clan Talori. And if you\u0026apos;re half as decent a man as you say you are then you will leave this place and pray that you never return to it.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-08-30T19:58:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504115913,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond overheard the conversation between Nerida as this Roland-person, being unable to interfere. But it looked like his interference was unnecessary to begin with, so he ceased his approach and just watched the events unfold. What really surprised him was the fact that Nerida remembered his name. He certainly didn\u0026apos;t expect it... largerly because even he barely even remembered Nerida. He had all but forgotten about Nerida, having burried all memories of her - including her name - into the deepest pits of the bottom of his brains, and it was only a sudden snap that brought them back to the forefront - the name of Aetharis.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe paladin remained silent and did not interfere. He overheard talks of a tavern, a mercenary board. So he is not the only one who realized that there was a tavern here once before. But Nerida seems to be the only one who knows what happened to it. The paladin left a tavern, and returned to a castle without knowledge of what happened to it.",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:03:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504116218,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Roland ShieldBreaker Roland tilted his head as he glanced up at Nerida. \u0026quot;No guards?\u0026quot; He puzzled, how was this the case? Even the most lowly of fortresses had at least a handful of guards. What nearly ached his chest was seeing just how empty the woman appeared. While he had no plans of rescuing this woman from whatever fate lies for her, he truly didn\u0026apos;t wish for any person to endure such darkness, especially when they sway help. Then did she mention she was clan Talori? He blinks a few times, \u0026quot;What\u0026apos;s the niece of the Asui Emperor doing here?\u0026quot; What deal could\u0026apos;ve been made to where a woman of not only beauty, but royalty as well to wither in this place? She would fetch a good price from the Emperor if she was kidnapped? She certainly seems she wasn\u0026apos;t held here by Will...but...what did tie her here? \u0026quot;Well, Nerida, I am Roland Shield-Breaker. I come from a clan far to the North. While I appreciate your concern, it only adds to my own concern for you. What is a woman of royalty doing in this castle? You seem weak and exhausted. May I perhaps assist you?\u0026quot; There had to be a catch somewhere.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:13:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504116821,                "user": "Roland ShieldBreaker"            },            {                "content": "Liana The Elven the young elven maid was helping cook and clean in the kitchen when she heard the baby and jug fall. Quickly she rushed out to see what was happening. Her short heeled black shoes clicking on the floor, the ribbons and frilly things trailing behind her as she zoned in on the source of the sound. Liana looked seeing the lady in distress \u0026quot;Lady Nerida! Are you alright?\u0026quot; she quick rushed to the side of the woman and weeping child. Liana eyed the man, before rushing off to get some towels to clean the lying puddle of water from a near by servant quarters. \u0026quot;May I miss?\u0026quot; She looked at the baby and concerned for the new mother\u0026apos;s sanity and health. She had never had children of her own, but she had some experience while carign for the orphans after her people were displaced.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:15:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504116923,                "user": "Liana The Elven"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori had parted her lips to answer Roland, but Liana\u0026apos;s soft voice called out and interrupted her. She was so glad of the girls concern, a little light even in these dark corners of the Castle. She turned to look at her and gave the girl her best demure smile and a nod, handing over her squalling son to the beauty when she offered her her help. \u0026quot;Please, Liana. Just Nerida. Thank you.\u0026quot; She hadn\u0026apos;t even thought of a name for the babe yet, but where was she supposed to start? When she looked back at Roland, her eyes were damp with tears. \u0026quot;You... you know me, Sir? You know my home?\u0026quot; It was over a year since she\u0026apos;d been displaced in this strange realm, a multitude of strangers from different lands and existences all gathered here, but he was the first to know her by name. \u0026quot;Gods blood, I can\u0026apos;t...\u0026quot; her composure, however fragile it had been, was starting to slip. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ve made me unspeakably happy in ways that I can\u0026apos;t even begin to explain.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:22:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504117368,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet slowly roused in his own chambers, wearing his traditionally eastern garbs. A kimono, white with pink cherry blossoms, and an hakama, same colors and pattern. His chest was bare, riddled with scars. A longsword on his back, he walked towards the kitchen. He heard the exchange between the ones in the halls, at least the last parts. His eyes inspected Liana for a while, before looking at Nerida. A blush on his cheeks as he looked at the blonde woman. \u0026quot;Heya.\u0026quot; He said softly, nodding to them all. \u0026quot;How is it going?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:24:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504117459,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond merely listened. Now there were four of them. Himself, Nerida, this Roland-person, and an elf. He overheard how the conversation was about Nerida\u0026apos;s homeland, and he couldn\u0026apos;t resist the temptation to spill out some beans about Nerida\u0026apos;s.... fate in here. Especially to enlighten the male, Roland. So he walked closer to the trio, coughed and raised his voice. \u0026quot;Khm, khm, khm.... Excuse me, may I have everyone\u0026apos;s attention?\u0026quot;\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EHe said, and should everyone turn their attention to him, he would speak again. \u0026quot;I may help to... fill in a few holes in regards to Nerida\u0026apos;s story. I was an eyewitness and an earwitness to a lot of events that went down between Nerida and her... warden, Aetharis, leading up to the present state of affairs. May I tell the story?\u0026quot; he said, completely disregarding the atmosphere he was in, that there were all sorts of emotions in the ground. Granted, he did use \u0026apos;warden\u0026apos; as an euphemism for slave-owner.\n\u003Cbr\u003ENevertheless, he had no idea what to expect. That Nerida may be going to try to shut him off, prevent him from spilling the beans, or maybe Liana would be the one to do it... but he doesn\u0026apos;t know Liana either, so he assumes she must be curious too. And he assumes this might be the first time Roland hears the name Aetharis.",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:27:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504117654,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Roland ShieldBreaker nods as he smiles brightly as Nerida, \u0026quot;I do, as a traveling mercenary and well rounded Jack of trades, I\u0026apos;ve come to meet several different lands and know many different names. It brings me the greatest joy to know I\u0026apos;ve enlightened you.\u0026quot; Bowing to her once again, wicked thoughts churned in his mind. Excellent, she\u0026apos;s already taking a liking. This might be easier than I thought! But all such thoughts of this were about vanished from his mind as the Paladin Stephanus stepped up. A low growl almost escapes the half elf\u0026apos;s lips as a small glare was darted at the man\u0026apos;s approach. Paladin\u0026apos;s caused trouble. Uphold this law. Defend this maiden. Blah blah blah, they just constantly stand in his way. \u0026quot;I suppose you could try...\u0026quot; He muttered when the Paladin offered to explain things. Crossing his arms with immense disapproval. If there was something he disliked immensely, it was a third wheel sticking his nose when he was trying to stake a claim. His ears did twitch at the name Aetharis though. Many of the villagers had mentioned him, some calling him benevolent while others called him a tyrannical beast. What story must be true? He wondered.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:34:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504118076,                "user": "Roland ShieldBreaker"            },            {                "content": "Liana The Elven, giving the two some space manages to rock the child out of his crying. She makes soft cooing noises, the baby becoming more focused on the red she gave him after untying it from her hair. Smiling in a soft voice she whispering to the baby holding it close and supporting it\u0026apos;s head. She had yet to realize the terror and evil that infested all the walls of the castle, this being one the small heart felt moments one can pick on when they\u0026apos;re enslaved here. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m doing just fine master Authet, thank you.\u0026quot; she gives him a small nod and a smile. While comforting the babe, Liana listened in on Stepanus\u0026apos;s words.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:37:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504118277,                "user": "Liana The Elven"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori nodded at Aurhet, trying to remain stoic when she saw him, but the colour still spread across her cheeks. Again, she turned to Stephanus, standing out of the way of the three men and remaining close to Liana\u0026apos;s side. She was so good with children that it was a wonder she never had any of her own. Nerida could only pray that it wasn\u0026apos;t Aetharis who saw fit to give her one. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve no objections, Stephanus. It is not a tale I myself relish telling others.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:44:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504118687,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond coughed once again. \u0026quot;Well then... the information I am about to share with the three.... four... or five of you is not for the faint-hearted. The vilanous criminal Aetharis. If you heard about him being a monster of evil, you heard it right. He is a rapist, a slave-owner, and a very bad man. When I first came here, this place was a tavern.\u0026quot; he began his story.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;At the time, Nerida was already a slave of this Aetharis. He put some sort of collar around her neck, that prevented her escape. Supposedly, the collar would kill her if she would escape, or something. He raped her. Then one day, Nerida somehow managed to escape. An swarthy-skinned elven girl I knew somehow destroyed the collar, allowing Nerida to escape and disappear. Nerida also had that rogue friend named Kester, if I recall correctly... I don\u0026apos;t know what happened to him after Nerida\u0026apos;s disappearence. I heard conflicting reports that maybe he escaped and disappeared into nothingness, or got killed by Aetharis, I have no clue.\u0026quot; he continued the tale.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I remained a patron of the tavern, and continued to warn females of the fate they may suffer if they strike a bargain with Aetharis, the man who raped women and forcibly made them tavern maids, putting those accursed collars around their necks. One day, Nerida came back. She has lost all her memories of what happened before...but then Aetharis enslaved her again. And that\u0026apos; all I know. I guess your memories have returned, and the father of your child is Aetharis. Am I correct?\u0026quot;\n\u003Cbr\u003EThe paladin told his tale, in a rather monotone manner, as he was trying to get it through as quickly as possible. \u0026quot;I was a witness. Aetharis a monster. Lady Nerida made a grave mistake returning here, to the claws of this abomination.\u0026quot; But this left the paladin in a possibly vulnerable position - if he is such a noble paladin who was an earwitness to all of these, why didn\u0026apos;t he try to save Nerida or kill Aetharis? Anyone who is capable of logical thinking may conclude that should he have had suicidal overconfidence, he wouldn\u0026apos;t be here today to tell the tale.",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:52:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504119156,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet looked at the others and nodded at Stephanus, before beaming towards Liana. He looked at Nerida\u0026apos;s child, focusing his gaze on him for a while. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re good with children, Liana.\u0026quot; he said softly, before smiling to her. He looked at Stephanus. He remembered of when the place was a tavern, and what happened to who defied Aetharis. He looked again at the child and then at Liana, keeping close to the girl and Nerida.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:53:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504119220,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Liana The Elven listening her heart drops, begin sold here and now wearing a collar she wondered if it was all true. She stops rocking the child, her mind drifting off somewhere else before she notices Aurhet addressing her. \u0026quot;Ye-yes... Thank you, ma\u0026apos;am may I put the child away for a nap?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T20:59:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504119571,                "user": "Liana The Elven"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori shakes her head and instead take her son away from the girls arms, much better even for the moment of peace she\u0026apos;d been kind enough to give her. The girl looked up, feeling the eyes on her in the moment, waiting for some sort of confirmation or denial from the girl, but there was so very little else that she could tell them. \u0026quot;Kester and I were to run away together. He wanted to take me to another realm but...\u0026quot; a sigh passed her lips and the girl shook her head. \u0026quot;I woke up the next day amongst signs of a camp that had been made for two people, but only I remained and my memories extended only to how to use my swords. I took up mercenary work and happened along the tavern one day. It felt familiar, so I went to investigate. Aetharis was a friend to me, up until the moment he saw fit to return my memories. Kester is dead by his hands. I was enslaved by Aetharis, again, and this child belongs to him. I remember everything, and I\u0026apos;m so angry that...\u0026quot; Her words stopped. \u0026quot;But I will kill him for what he has done, even if doing so ends my own life. I will make him suffer.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T21:08:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504120081,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Liana The Elven glances at everyone before bowing,\u0026quot;Excuse me..\u0026quot;. Liana suddenly feeling unwell, begins to walk to her servant quarters. She suddenly realizes the pickle she\u0026apos;s in. Not knowing the past protected her, but now she only felt uneasiness.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T21:15:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504120532,                "user": "Liana The Elven"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet nodded to Nerida\u0026apos;s words. \u0026quot;I was there when Kester was here. I remember when Aetharis told me he killed him.\u0026quot; He said softly. \u0026quot;I was granted permission to leave, weirdly enough, and I did.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;I returned only recently, more out of chance than anything else.\u0026quot; He said. \u0026quot;I was amazed at how this place became so big in the span of a year.\u0026quot; He turned towards Liana as she left, tilting his head a bit. \u0026quot;I hope that no one else has to suffer what you did...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T21:16:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504120563,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond briefly turned towards Liana - \u0026quot;Perhaps it would be for the best if thou kept this conversation a secret, beautiful one. There is no telling what Aetharis might do to thee if he finds out that someone spilled the beans about his malevolence.\u0026quot; he added to what Aurhet said. He however has never seen Aurhet before. This must be some sort of reverse deja-vu. He remembers Nerida and Kester, but not Aurhet.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EStill, this day turned genuinely strange. He was hoping that he would be able to get a drink, get served, but no... instead, he saw Nerida, spilled the beans about her status, and that is it. No drinks. In fact, it would appear that Liana is heading to the servant quarters, which means he is definitely not going to get a drink. Back when this place was a tavern, he would just go to the kitchen and help himself to some port wine. But here? He doesn\u0026apos;t even know where the kitchen is, let alone where all the wine may be stored. And if he tries to remind Liana of her status as a maid, he may get called out for being selfish, given how she is currently carrying Nerida\u0026apos;s child in her arms. So he just sighs.\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Why did I even come here?\u0026quot; he sighed again.",               "date": "2017-08-30T21:21:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504120890,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori sighed and shook her head at Stephanus. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re a glutton for punishment, Stephanus. But if you want to partake of the swill we call ale and wine there\u0026apos;s plenty in the kitchen. I\u0026apos;m going to go back that way as it goes. Will you two gentlemen join me? I think poor Liana could do with some honey-water. She\u0026apos;s a good girl, I can only hope that her beauty continues to bypass Aetharis\u0026apos; notice. He has been absent of late, and that is to the poor girl\u0026apos;s fortune.\u0026quot; With her son newly hushed Nerida made her way back towards the kitchens, herself needing a great deal of honeywater as well to raise her spirits. \u0026quot;I won\u0026apos;t lie, it\u0026apos;s a great comfort to see you both again. It\u0026apos;s nice to know I\u0026apos;m not alone in this place.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T21:47:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504122445,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet nodded to Nerida. \u0026quot;Why not.\u0026quot; He said only. \u0026quot;I can do with a drink, after all, we need to wash the sour taste of the tale with something sweet. Mead, perhaps.\u0026quot; He said with a bit of joking in his voice, trying to raise the spirit of Nerida with a warm smile. \u0026quot;And I also feel somewhat hungry, I\u0026apos;d like to eat something.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T21:58:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504123125,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not exactly understand what Nerida was meaning at, but she was speaking in terms he appreciated. \u0026quot;Wine and ale? Excellent. That is the very thing I came here for.\u0026quot; he just casually mentioned, nodding to Nerida\u0026apos;s question - yes, he is going to join her. \u0026quot;So, where is exactly that kitchen?\u0026quot; he asked, and waited for her to... never mind. She was already going to the kitchen. So he just followed her, even though she did not really instruct him to do so. He needed to help himself to some alcohol anyway.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I guess I\u0026apos;ll just have some red wine, as usual.\u0026quot;",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:03:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504123423,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori pushed open the kitchen doors, the sizeable room only occupied by one or two maids, each as scantily clad as the next. To their immediate left as they entered they\u0026apos;d notice two shelves, each easily 10 foot in width, one housing casks of ale and the other holding jugs of wine, amphora\u0026apos;s of the stuff stacked as high as the tall ceiling, some labelled differently than others. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ll find what you\u0026apos;re looking for on those shelves, and the mugs in the cupboards next to them. Believe me they\u0026apos;ve certainly tempted me more than once.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:09:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504123755,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori \u0026quot;\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E\n",                "date": "2017-08-30T22:09:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504123760,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet looked at Stephanus then at Nerida again, before nodding at her words. He found a barrel of mead, smiling as he reached for the cupboard to take a large mug. The golden, honey fluid flowed into the mug as he opened the tap, the sweet scent of honey and alcohol permeating the air around him. He took a sip, then, without even stopping for a moment, he went to another cask, opening it to find it full of fresh meat. Taking a steak, he\u0026apos;d light one of the fires, taking a huge pan. \u0026quot;Anyone else hungry?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:18:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504124308,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head at the question of hunger, instead opting to just take a jug of red wine, and open it immediately. He then opted to take a one more into his hand and put it into his haversack. \u0026quot;Shall we first find a place to... eat and drink? I mean, a place with a table and chairs...\u0026quot; he said, not entirely feeling comfortable with the idea of eating and drinking at the very same place where they are taking the food from - the kitchen.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003ENevertheless, he started sipping the red wine. \u0026quot;This is it. This is what I ultimately came for... I only wish that Naerie was here too. If only I know where she went... or the others.\u0026quot; He said, reminiscing about some of the people he met at the tavern back in the days. All of that would be worth one whole day of nostalgia. One of the memories stung him like a bee - his dead wife, whom he killed by his own hand out of self-defense. He never told Nerida - or anyone else - about that.",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:22:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504124554,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori shook her head, pushing a smile to her lips. It was nice to be in normal company once again, humans with morals and a conscience. She never wanted them to leave. \u0026quot;No, thank you. I ate not long ago myself. I need to keep my energy up now that I\u0026apos;ve got the little man to look to. I often wonder if I\u0026apos;ve made a terrible mistake, if he turns out anything like his father I might well disappoint myself.\u0026quot; Nerida doesn\u0026apos;t eat or drink with the other men, but instead lead them both through the kitchens and into an empty feasting hall. It was cavernous, dimly lit, with benches leading up and down the room and away from an unused dais. It was well cleaned, but clearly barely used. \u0026quot;I know it\u0026apos;s not the hustle and bustle of the tavern, but will this do\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:25:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504124740,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet nods. He takes his cooked steak and his mug of mead to follow Nerida and Stephanus. \u0026quot;How\u0026apos;s your body, Nerida?\u0026quot; He asked. He had seen her give birth after all. \u0026quot;Recovering fine?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:27:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504124835,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond followed through and went into the feasting hall, just sat down, took the secondary jug out of the haversack, and finally began drinking from the one he previously held in his hand. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s been a long time since I had a proper drink.\u0026quot; he said. Now the only thing that he was missing was the tavern wenches... but never look a.jpgt horse in the mouth. He has his drink now, and given all that he went through during the tavern days, he should be happy he is even alive to begin with.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Should I become a regular patron again?\u0026quot; he asked the rhetorical question from the nothingness, or whoever overheard it. Maybe things will improve next time. Maybe he will see some familiar faces next time he is here other than Nerida. But for now, he should be thankful for the wine which he is drinking.",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:31:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504125091,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Nerida Talori shrugs her shoulders at Stephanus, a small smile crossing her lips. Rather than sit with them both she answered Aurhet\u0026apos;s blunt question as she left, along with Stephanus\u0026apos; rhetorical one. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m well, thank you Aurhet. And Stephanus.. if you think that you can ignore the cruelty for the taste of wine and mead then you should do as you will. I won\u0026apos;t lie, I\u0026apos;m trapped here and would be glad of the company.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:36:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504125360,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            },            {                "content": "Aurhet nodded to Nerida and Stephanus. He ate his steak in relative silence, before looking at Nerida and Stephanus. \u0026quot;Excuse me.\u0026quot; he said, standing with his mug of mead. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d stay, but I feel so very tired. We\u0026apos;ll talk more another day.\u0026quot; He bowed to them, before disappearing quickly towards the rooms.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:39:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504125597,                "user": "Aurhet"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond didn\u0026apos;t know whether to shrug or smile towards Nerida. So he did both. He felt tempted to flirt with her, but also felt that doing so would have been rather rude after all the time they knew each other. Besides, if either Aetharis or Roland got word of it, he would possibly find some new enemies.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If you are trapped here, why not try to... escape? I could help you escape, unless he put one of those collars around your neck again.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;But I understand.... I will stay for the mean time. I might see a few familiar faces in the future, I hope.\u0026quot; he kept his motivations obfuscated, but it seemed like Nerida already saw through them to begin with - he came here for the same reason he always did.",               "date": "2017-08-30T22:43:29.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504125809,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith sings softly at Atticus. Next she babbles back at the toddler with his shoulder length white hair and crystalline blue eyes. Thus far, he\u0026apos;s only managed to say \u0026apos;dada\u0026apos;, a fact that disappointed her to no end. \u0026quot;Mama?\u0026quot; She asks hopefully, to which the boy proudly echoes back, \u0026quot;dada.\u0026quot; The ginger sighs and ruffles his little head. \u0026quot;Good try, strong man. One day you\u0026apos;ll get it.\u0026quot; The two sit in their room just near the library on the second floor, their door ajar.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T23:30:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504128638,                "user": "Eve Smith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just sits at the previously-empty feast hall he was in, now all alone - or so he thinks, only with two jugs of red wine. He didn\u0026apos;t get what he really came here for. At least, he got only half of it. The other half was denied from him today, and he wonders if in this wretched place, will he ever find it again. So far all he did was bump into a few people - one of which was a familiar face, and one other was supposed to be one, but he still swears he can\u0026apos;t remember that person from before - and tell them a story. A long story.\n\n\u003Cbr\u003EA flawed story on top of that that had plotholes in it.\n\u003Cbr\u003ESo now he is just drinking wine.",               "date": "2017-08-30T23:34:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504128860,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Aetharis Hadn\u0026apos;t been doing much other than getting his daily stretching of legs and arms, how ever he did managed to make it to the library for a book. Well sought out a book to read only to see Eve and Atticus there. Smiling before walking up behind both of them. Knelt down just far enough to reach around Eve\u0026apos;s body and grab her breasts while looking over her shoulder at the child with a smile. \u0026quot; Well then seeing such a strong boy, surely he must be getting enough of his mother\u0026apos;s milk and love. \u0026quot; Speaking lowly as if whispering in her ear, wasn\u0026apos;t going to try anything around his son, one thing he did agree was not to let his son watch while he took Eve or another woman if at all possible.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T23:38:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504129096,                "user": "Aetharis"            },            {                "content": "Eve Smith hadn\u0026apos;t expected someone to sneak up behind her. \u0026quot;Dada!\u0026quot; Atticus says happily over his mother\u0026apos;s shoulder, glee and delight evident in his voice. Since she\u0026apos;s just finished a feeding less than an hour ago, her breasts are small and not yet bloated with milk. The ginger yelps in surprise and automatically tries to struggle free. Gradually, she settles herself and sits still. She smiles at her boy awkwardly in an attempt to make the embrace look natural. \u0026quot;He gets just as much as any other child.\u0026quot; She doesn\u0026apos;t want to admit to being an above average mother.\n",               "date": "2017-08-30T23:42:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1504129374,                "user": "Eve Smith"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. aug. 30., szerda, 17:19:13"   },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Nerida Talori sat in the grand hall, the place devoid of life as far as she could tell, trying to feed her son from her breast. The boy was hungry and quick to latch on and as one handed as she was Nerida took the opportunity to start feeding herself her own quick meal. Her one free hand managed to tear away a piece of fresh bread and stroke it against some butter before she pushed it into her mouth. There was fruit nearby and the meals were far from meagre, but she still wished that she wasn\u0026apos;t left so alone to attend to everything. It had been so quiet in the Castle of late\n",               "date": "2017-11-08T20:40:19.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1510170019,                "user": "Nerida Talori"            }        ],        "sectionName": "B\u0026M Castle - 2017. nov. 8., szerda, 19:47:11"   } ]