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  1. NC-17 An Adventure in Ildrana

    It was far too dark, far too late at night, and there was far too little reward to be had for following an Orc, especially to a member of the infamous Shadow Dancers Guild. Still, Rufus Madriss was bound to Lord Daleson till his debt to the old man was repaid, and with the act of simply following the Orc netting him a sizable chunk of his repayment, he was more than eager to oblige. Sadly though, his skills were lacking as even the Orc almost vanished out from underneath him, but he kept a close watch. Madriss had followed the Orc out of the city to a small open area in the forest just beyond the gates, his mind filtering through his instructions despite their simplicity, “Follow the Orc, check. Kill the orc when the girl wakes up, right. Bring the girl to him, Easy to remember.†The Shadow Dancer was a rather clumsy fellow to say the least, the exact reason why he was indebted to the old Lord Daleson in the first place since he had been thwarted in an attempt on the very man’s life. Lord Daleson easily quashed any attempt at his murder by simply forgetting to drink his own tea, when Madriss had poisoned the beverage, bringing it up to Lord Daleson, he handed the cup to him with a smile on his face, but Daleson set it on his bedside table and went to sleep. Madriss, being a less than intelligent assassin took a sip of the tea from Daleson’s cup, checking to see if the man could tell that it was poisoned, only to pass out from his own poison. Madriss waited, watching as the Orc went about setting up camp, a fire, and even falling asleep while still being under the Shadow Dancer’s gaze, but soon, after the campsite went quiet, Madriss began to doze off. His dark blue irises struggling to keep his eyelids open, his sandy blonde hair beginning to feel more and more comfortable by the moment, and despite being almost twenty feet up in a tree just above his targets he fell fast asleep. The only sound that woke the would be assassin up was the shriek of the girl’s voice, causing him to roll off of the tree’s limb, barely managing to catch his hand on the bark as he struggled to keep himself from falling right between the Orc and his girl. He could do nothing but listen to their conversation as Madriss tried to pull himself back onto the branch. _______________________________________________________ Miran looked to the woman, unable to actually prove that he was sorry for his actions, while of course he was torn between wealth and kindness, he honestly did want to help her, and seeing as how she was just a normal human without her tail, she was as worthless as any other Human. He grimaced at his Grandfather’s prejudices burrowing out of his memories, he had not thought ill of another race since he had first gone out into the world to make his fortune, two traits he could thank his Human mother for, and he could only shake the thought of his Grandfather’s words echoing in his mind. Miran was quickly growing tired, the moon was already high in the night sky and making it’s way down, but as he began to speak again, hoping to convince his “mermaid†to stay with him at least till they discovered how to change her back, a loud snap from above caught his attention as a rather darkly dressed, hooded man dropped between them. Miran eyed the man suspiciously, his hand reaching for his war axe slowly, but he let it hover over the handle at his hip when the man grabbed at his daggers, flashing the twin blades to the orc before lunging toward him. Miran moved fast, barely managing to dodge the first strike as it slid inches from his chest, and his hand shot from his hip to above his head, his waraxe raised high as it made it’s decent and just barely missed the darkly clothed man. The fight was rather fast paced for a nighttime brawl between an Orcish son of the Clans and a clumsy member of the Shadow Dancers Guild. Miran quickly moved between the man and Auait, hoping to protect her as he raised his axe in one hand again and brought it down right at his opponents head, but only a second too late as the man rolled to one side before making his charge. A heated battle ensued as the two fought tooth and nail, Miran using his war axe and fists interchangeably as he slammed his clenched fist down hard on the man’s jaw, quickly moving to strike with his axe, but missed the hit as the man fell back onto his backside. The man charging towards him with both blades drawn made Miran go on the defensive, now dealing with moving about the small campsite rather than trying to out power the man through brute force. Miran stepped forward and cut a swathing strike into the man’s shoulder , causing him to howl as the blood from the wound began to come out. Blades flashed and clanged as Miran did his best to work his strength as close to the man’s speed as he could, but when the dagger caught the Orc’s temple, smashing him with the pommel, the shadowy man grabbed the girl around the waist, hefted her up onto his shoulder, and ran off into the night as Miran lay motionless for a time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Madriss grinned wickedly after he had bested the Orc, stealing the girl, and getting away with a crime so devious and easy that he would be able to easily milk the story for a good month or two. He laughed to himself, he was rather happy that it had worked out this way, not many average people could say they killed an Orc, nor that they had done it by themselves, but Madriss was far from average.
  2. NC-17 An Adventure in Ildrana

    When the mermaid had finally dozed off into an inebriated sleep, Marin could only heavy a heavy sigh as he looked up to see the sun already beginning to set, and after finding a length of rope to bind the woman’s hands as he tucked her arms under her fin he set out unfurling his sail. He had the small boat turned about before he looked down the naked body of his new key to a better life, beginning to feel sorry for the creature as she shivered with the steadily cooling night, and after a quick search in the cabin of the small vessel and produced a large blanket, wrapping the mermaid up in it before manning the wheel and heading towards his port of origin. It wasn’t long before the midnight hour came around, so too did the sight of the land on the horizon before he found the port he was looking for and quickly tied the boat to the wooden dock. Hefting the girl onto his back, carrying her over one shoulder as he made his way through the dark streets and to the house of the old man who had hired him, and finally finding his door with a candle on in one of the rooms on the second floor. It was a welcome sight as he wrapped his knuckles against the door and begged the pardon of the servant who greeted him in his night shirt. The servant led him up to his master’s room, opening the door and announcing him before leaving them to their business. The old man looked incredulously to the young Orc, wondering how it had taken him so little time to find what he had searched his whole life for, eyeing him suspiciously before he patted the woman’s head and questioned Marin, “Is… Is she really a… A mermaid?†Marin flashed a sharp-toothed grin as he nodded, carrying the bundled up body to the bed and setting her on the feather mattress before looking to his employer with all the pride he could muster before he threw the blanket off of her body and bowed to the man. A long quiet moment passed, the room’s only sound was the crackling of the fire in the hearth, but then the room filled with the old man’s voice filled with rage, “Do you take me for a fool?!†Marin stood shocked as he flashed his gaze to the mermaid only to see that her legs were as normal as any human girls, his eyes going wide with amazement as he tossed his gaze between the old man and the now naked girl’s rather normal legs, his voice sputtering with denial, “N-No! You don’t understand! Sh-Sh-She had a tail! Fins! She came out of the water!†The old man shook his head and waved his hand at the Orc with a grunting slur of insults to the tan-skinned Orc’s heritage. Marin hung his head low as the old man growled at him, “You take that whore and you get out of here, I don’t want to see you ever again, I’m not paying you.†Marin bowed low and hefted the body back onto his shoulder, carrying her down into the dark streets, out of the city, and then propped her against a tree after setting up what little of a camp he could. Morning would come soon; he would wake the woman up and demand answers of her. He wanted to know how she had come into legs, whether she was an actual mermaid or not, and he wanted to know what she would do now. As he watched her sleep, he felt a bit guilt at having made her drink so much, and he wondered if she would understand that he had only meant to make a bit of coin. ------------------------------------------------- The old man chuckled softly as he shook his head when the Orc had left; a real mermaid had lain on his bed. He had believed the young Orc when he said that she was a mermaid, he had no reason not to, but he could tell she was special, and he knew that he couldn’t have the Orc walking around with the knowledge that the first Mermaid seen in two hundred years was being held prisoner by an old man for his own sadistic means. A quick toss of some magic dust into the fireplace and a shadowy figure stood before the elderly human who simply gave the thing an order, “Follow the Orc, kill him when the girl wakes up, and bring the girl to me.†As quickly as the shadow had appeared, so too did it vanish into a cloud of smoke, the old man left playing with his solid gold signet ring idly as he chuckled, “To think that old Lord Daleson would have the first Mermaid to be seen by mortals in over two centuries to do with as he pleases.â€
  3. NC-17 An Adventure in Ildrana

    It had been only a short while after stowing the sails and sitting on the Starboard railing of the small vessel, that he had already broken into the hold, stealing a few of the finer bottles of alcohol that he had ever seen; including a bottle of Durgan Rock Whiskey from before the last great Orcish raid on the Dwarven fort which had ceased all production of the deliciously intoxicating beverage. His strong jaw grew slack after the first few sips of the fine liquor, almost bearing his jagged Orcish teeth, and his body growing steadily hot yet relaxed as he felt the waves of the ocean a bit more now. His fishing quickly grew into dozing, which quickly developed into a simple waiting game with the nets. He could feel his eye lids already drooping even after having played his fifth game of “Ogre’s Clubsâ€; which was not meant to be played with only one player and his own attempts to amuse himself were quickly dwindling into a mixture of more liquor and more sitting. Thankfully though, despite the rare labels he was drinking, his mind remained fairly sober. Still, Miran began to remove his armor one piece at a time, leaving himself only in his white cotton dressing tunic, a pair of half-torn leggings that reached his knees, and a pair of linen bandages wrapped around each foot. His muscular body bulged ever so slightly even against the large fitting tunic, a clear display of his race’s peak physical conditions and requirements. His amber eyes glanced over a few scars on his legs, knowing more were to be found just under his clothes, but the sound of the bell on the end of his fishing pole finally rang, allowing him to real in a tiny salmon that would not even be a full bite when he cooked it below deck. He quickly gave up the idea of fishing for his meal, instead relying on the food that the old man had stored in the hold, and sat against the railing of the Starboard side. His hand rubbing idly at his chest as his lungs filled more and more with the salty sea air. He must’ve dozed off, the sun had moved, but he was sure that the oceans churning below the hull were not what had woken him. He slowly rubbed his eyes, looking about the deck of the small vessel before finally spotting the one thing that was definitely a new addition to the ship that had not been there when he set sail; a pair of rather succulently large breasts that would make even a serving wench jealous and a pair of sparkling blue eyes. Their eyes were locked; he had never expected to see a woman so beautiful, especially out here in the middle of the ocean. He must’ve drank more than he thought, surely he was just hallucinating, but as he slowly crawled over to her he tried to keep as calm and collected as he could. Miran had no real plan with what he was going to do, surely she was a mermaid unless some girl stowed away on the ship, but it was much too small for anyone to have snuck by him even while he was dozing on the deck’s railing. He slowly lifted a hand towards the woman, wanting to even just touch the girl to reassure him that he wasn’t just having a dream.
  4. NC-17 An Adventure in Ildrana

    Miran sighed softly as he looked out to the pier he had been ordered to find by his employer, his eyes looking to medium sized looking vessel, noting its single-mast construction was fairly shoddy, and right away he regretted taking the job. He was to go out and catch a mermaid. Any other mercenary would’ve laughed at the old man when he said that and would’ve walked away, but the half-Orc was too proud and too poor to refuse such a lucrative offer, even if the mermaids hadn’t been sighted in over two hundred years. Miran rubbed his large hands through his tightly bound hair he had done up in a ponytail, the sides of his head shaved clean, and his lightly scarred face displaying years of abuse, but he wasn’t like most Orcs. His skin was a pale tanned brown shade, much like the hide of a young colt’s brown hair. He remembered the old man’s words rather clearly, his voice shaking, but he caught every word, “Take my boat, fetch my granddaughter a beautiful birthday present; a mermaid, and I will make you a very wealthy man. He despised having to be reduced to such a simple task as being a fisherman, but as he sat in the boat, unfurled the sail and felt it lurch forward Miran felt his confidence soaring. He had always been a land bound person, living high on the mountains with the rest of his tribe, but on the sea he could feel a certain power beneath him, and that brought a smirk to his stubble covered face. At least if he didn’t catch a mermaid, his benefactor had paid gave him his boat and more than enough rum in the hold to last him three days. When Miran had reached the point in the ocean where the seas seemed calmest he cast out the net, threw out a fishing pole, and yawned out loudly into the open sea air. This would be his easiest job as mercenary, and with any luck, it would be his last. He began to daydream under the warm Ildranan sun, smiling as he began to wonder if Sola was smiling on his face, but simply began to think about what he would do with his 3,000 gold coin reward waiting for him when he returned with the mermaid.
  5. Ildrana is home to all manners of intelligent, sub-intelligent, and fantastical creatures and species. Among them are humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, ogres, trolls, minotaurs, centaurs, Anra (Beings with human bodies but a pair of beautiful wings like a bird), Denra (beings with human bodies with wings like a bat), pixies, fairies, nymphs, treants, merfolk, and dragons. Each group of people live relatively at peace with one another, but a few unresolved conflicts still remain. Among the treaties, Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs, Anra, Pixies, and Treants all share a fairly amicable alliance among one another, despite the tensions between the Dwarves and the Orcs over control of mountains and mines. Minotaurs, and Centaurs have been battling one another for centuries with no stopping them in sight. Much the same can be said for Anra and Denra, both of whom wage hard fought battles to stalemates in the skies over their homes. Fairies, Nymphs, and Merfolk all remain neutral however as they all seem to only exist in lore. Ildrana’s human society can be very much a place to find one's dream achievable, in it's primary tenets the more a man stood as a pillar of his community, the higher his regard, and most often were the villages second richest citizen under the city council or a regional lord. Women, however, are treated as equals in polite society, very rarely questioned as to their strengths as many believe that the first Champion of Ildrana was indeed a female. Humans mostly value wealth over all else, their smiths are fairly skilled, but few rank much higher than young dwarves out of the crib. Although the premier architects for Ildrana when beauty is concerned would be the Elves, human castles tend to be the most widely regarded as the highest standing with the sturdiest of construction. Humans are somewhat prejudiced against Elves due to their seemingly uninterested outlook on every issue facing Ildrana. Dwarven society in Ildrana is rigorously structured, every person is born into a Caste, each Caste holds power over itself to govern as it pleases, but the King holds the last say over laws. The Caste’s orders from least authority to most authority are as follows: Casteless (reserved for criminals and outsiders), Dirt Caste (reserved for the poor and the unskilled; no real authority, but regarded higher than Casteless), Stone Caste (reserved for miners and explorers, given authority to claim land in name of king and to hire lower Castes to work for them), Merchant Caste (reserved for Merchants, given authorities of lower Caste as well as authority to open shop and make business deals with outsiders) Smith Caste (reserved for artisans, smiths, and apprentices of smiths, given authorities of lower caste as well as authority to withdraw materials from the royal deposit) Warrior Caste (reserved for those skilled in battle, does not receive authorities of lower castes, lives in barrack housing with others of Caste, not allowed to marry, not allowed to have children, but are given the best food and equipment.) Fire Caste: (reserved for members of the parliament, given authority of all lower Castes, to elect a ruler, and to pass laws for the betterment of Dwarven society) Royal Caste (reserved for the royal family, supreme authority over all matters, can be voted out by parliament) Ancient Caste (unused currently once reserved for those thought to be the descendants of the Ancients) While these Castes are absolute in their definition, one may earn the right to be moved up from one Caste to another through merit, but this is only through either winning competitions or by some means that benefits the entire Kingdom, but there are several exceptions to these rules. Anyone except a Casteless may enter the Warrior Caste (the rank at which one attains within the Warrior class often determines what the rest of your life will be), but a Warrior Caste can never move to another Caste, becoming a Warrior Caste means you are branded as a noble soul, and therefore you are stripped of anything your former life was. A Dirt Caste may become any Caste it wishes, so long as they earn it. As of yet, no Dirt Caste has ever been voted into the throne throughout all of the History of the Dwarven Kingdom. Each Caste (excluding Dirt Castes and Warrior Castes) has grown a pride that instills superiority to every other Caste. Men are touted as the premier muscle of the Dwarven realm, Women often meant to keep the house clean while the husband works. Very few Dwarven women have been given much remark among the history of the Dwarven Kingdoms under the mountains, but those that are mentioned are spoken of as if they were beings of impossible reality (many are stories of great Dwarven women who lead armies to fight back Orcish invaders). The relationship between Dwarves and outsiders is a tolerable one, but where Orcs are considered enemies to the Dwarven race and through this hatred no person of Orcish decent has ever been able to set foot within the halls of the Dwarves’ underground Kingdom on friendly terms. Elves are among the more intelligent species of Ildrana, since the Battle of the Sun and Moon, very few elves actually leave the cities in the trees, in fact, some have not heard from the elves since the war ended and the only plausible facts about the Elves are riddled with rumors of magic, accusations of Moon Worship, and even a story of the Treants eating them for making homes out of their leaves. Orcs are one of the most aggressive of the intelligent species, their society structured into tribes and clans that dwell high in the mountains (and sometimes in them when the Dwarves are not truly paying attention), and are primarily a warrior people. Every member of the tribe is strong enough to kill an Ogre by himself, while some might say this is boastful remarks, but it holds a good deal of truth. Each child within the tribe is trained at birth to fight, as a rite of passage, an Ogre (sometimes entire Ogre mounds are captured) is captured, its wounds are healed, and the children are ordered to kill the beast. Those who survive are given their first breastplate, weapon, and a new name that he will have tattooed onto his or her chest. Genders among the Orcs are not distinguished, females are expected to work just as hard as males, and often there is no real notice of weakness in the fairer sex as all Orc women are put through the same trial against an Ogre as the males. The Orcs are often considered wayward warriors, often they sell themselves into mercenary, bodyguard, or even Champion roles if they are so inclined for it. The creatures simply known as the Winged Folk, mainly Anra, Denra, Pixies, Fairies, and Dragons are entirely mysterious creatures of seclusion. Those that are friendly rarely wish to include themselves in the affairs of other nor others in their affairs. Dragons of course are the only exception. These are believed to be still sleeping under the rock, and according to the few inscriptions of Draconic (which reads very similar to Anra and Denra writing) talks of a time when an Elder Dragon will wake up the others and bring about an end to the world. Naturally, a few cults have included this fact in their religious teachings and literature. Treants and Nymphs are two creatures that live together and share their home with each other, although extremely friendly, both races tend to be quiet about their daily lives, and even if one were to find a talkative Nymph or Treant the conversation would be extremely short considering Nymphs would strike one blind from their beauty and Treants only speak in groans of their wood and rustles of their leaves (rumors say that the Elves can speak to these ancient beings, but these are as of yet unfounded). On religion. There are three primary religions in Ildrana: Solari, worshippers of the Sun Goddess Sola; who brings about light, reason, justice, good, law, and peace, Lunari, worshipers of the Moon Goddess Luna; who brings about the night, tranquility, understanding, dreams, and magic, and the Cult of the Old Ones, a small group of worshipers who worship older gods such as Midrhan who was believed to have created Ildrana’s stars when he wept into the darkness, each tear becoming a star. Religion is often a rather touted aspect of one’s life, very few are what would be considered “Pick-and-choose practitionersâ€, and those that are will all too often be shunned. Solari and Lunari have been at war over who brings truth into the world, Light brings Day, Monsters never attack during the day, and therefore the Lunari believe that even though these monsters are evil, they are the true things in the world that Sola hides. Scripture from both religions are mostly identical, teaching of how Sola and Luna were sisters who were once friends till one betrayed the other (who betrays who is of course dependent on the religion’s scripture you are reading), and then they both went to war over one another.