This is an expanding edition of Vulcuran, these did not get roleplayed, they were written by the Dmaster to better enhance the storyline. Vulc gets cornered by the Royal party and gets sent on a diplomatic mission. Jovie shows up and both the Duke and herself head out, find a smugglers den and the infamous Maverick.
This text will contain language not suitable for some people. It is merely an expression of an event that has happened and not meant to hurt or offend anyone. We are not trying to be the next J.R.R. Tolkien, so there will be misspelled words, fragmented sentences and things that just don’t make sense. Once in a while there will be some nudity and sexual themes, you will be warned ahead of time. Just read, enjoy and have fun!
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DMaster: Maverick is now bug eyes, flushing.
MAV: Great, just great.
Vulcuran: Smirk at him and shrug my shoulders.
VUL: Kind of the reaction I was expecting.
DMaster: MAV: I don’t have many moves here do I. Dammit.
Taking a deep sigh, with a long drag out of cigar. His face flush, a bit of anger.
Vulcuran: I’ll wait for a bit, cross my arms.
DMaster: MAV: SO how do you want to do this, I don’t want anyone to get hurt especially Bree.
Vulcuran: Chuckle.
VUL: Tell you what, give me a, well, reason, maybe two and I will look the other way and pretend I was never here.
DMaster: An odd, wide eyes, half terrified half amused look washes over his face. Thinks for a moment, smiles.
Vulcuran: Thinking to myself, I am having way too much fun with this. I will tilt my head and smirk.
DMaster: MAV: It’s ok if Bree joins us know right?
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: I am sure another reason you hired her is she is discreet.
DMaster: MAV: Yeah, she knows the drill, very good at keeping secrets.
Nods to you with a larger smile forming.
BREE! Hun get in here.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off you, but has a better expression now.
Vulcuran: Smiling more, maybe I shouldn’t. But hell, I think I am going to see boobs and I am pretty damn sure that’s what she did for a living before. Haven’t felt this way since I was a kid.
DMaster: The door opens to her yelling,
BREE: You, WILL, give me back my sword you little shit!
She is pointing out the door as it closes. She turns to see you and an odd, who are you, look comes over her face.
BREE: What is, it, boss? Wait don’t I know you?
Vulcuran: Smile, give her a look over.
VUL: In passing maybe.
DMaster: Maverick scoffs, letting out a large plume of smoke.
MAV: I introduce you to…
He gives you an odd look, and hesitates.
Vulcuran: Smile even more.
VUL: Vulcuran, Duke of Camerondale.
DMaster: A loud gasp, her face instantly turns red, fear on her face.
BREE: Mav, I am so sorry, I didn’t know who he was, he had Esmershards code, he…
Maverick lifts his hand up, nods to her a little.
MAV: Tis alright, he is here for one thing apparently.
Vulcuran: Chuckle.
VUL: It was just one thing, but it is now two.
DMaster: Maverick looks to you, confused a bit.
MAV: Bree. Show him your tits.
He says that like it was in passing, almost a second thought.
Vulcuran: Glance to her, now blushing.
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DMaster: What you thought was going to be a angry, knock down drag out, “I’m not doing that” was a shrug of the shoulder and she opens up her top, shows off her two perfect round amazing breasts. A tilt of her head and a smirk seeing how you reacted.
Vulcuran: Eyes bulge.
VUL: Fuck me, you really did it, thank you.
Calm myself down, shake head.
VUL: Damn. You made my day, hell week… fuck it, Month. Those are… perfection.
DMaster: A giggle erupts from Maverick as Breena closes her top, clasps the buckle holding it in place; even she has a blush to her now.
MAV: (chuckle) You said two things?
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Hyoscyamus, I am looking to score some Hyoscyamus.
DMaster: Both Breena and Mavericks eyes bulge a little, they slowly look to each other.
MAV: Oh. That’s all then?
Vulcuran: Nod head. Look about the room back to them.
VUL: Esmershard said I could get it from you… discreetly.
DMaster: The smuggler snorts, shakes his head takes another drag.
MAV: That, my dear Duke, has been outlawed for some time.
Shit eating grin on his face, tapping his cigar a bit into a ashtray.
Vulcuran: Looks down, smirk again.
VUL: You don’t say?
Then look back up to him, shift feet, stare at him.
VUL: So… you don’t have any then?
DMaster: MAV: Bree, hun entertain our guest here as I go and dig that up. Literally.
She nods her head, and looks to you.
BREE: Drink? Or did you want to stare at my tits more?
Crossing her arms, giving you a playful look.
Vulcuran: Embarrassed now, being called on his bluff.
VUL: Drink is just fine.
Walk back over to the couch and sit.
DMaster: Maverick disappears into the back through a darkly colored door. Bree walks to a small side table that has booze on it.
BREE: Whaddya want?
She bends over, knowing exactly what she is doing, glancing over her shoulder to you.
Vulcuran: Stare at her ass, then to her.
VUL: Brandy, neat please.
DMaster: BREE: Is that, a brand? Neat Brandy?
Vulcuran: Chuckle, shake head.
VUL: No, straight brandy with out the ice.
DMaster: She shrugs her shoulders and starts to pour the drink.
BREE: Doesn’t matter no ice here.
She walks over hands you the drink.
Vulcuran: Take the drink, smile.
VUL: Thank you.
DMaster: This ex-stripper sits next to you, on the edge of the couch.
BREE: So, you are not going to arrest us, or raid us or…
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: No. I don’t know you guys very well, but I can tell you are not blood thirsty killers. Maverick seems to have a level head, and well you are a gorgeous vibrant young lady.
DMaster: Her eyes huge she laughs.
BREE: Vibrant, young, lady… really?
Side eye and a smirk.
Vulcuran: VUL: I’d rather have you two than other people I know I took down. So you are perfectly safe. For now. Just don’t go kill someone.
Pat her knee, take a sip.
DMaster: Its terrible. She rolls her eyes.
BREE: Well if that little girl you brought with you doesn’t give me back my sword that might change.
She stands up, scoffs, deliberately waits a second or two and walks to the other side of the room.
Vulcuran: VUL: She is quite the spitfire.
Look at the drink.
VUL: You didn’t squat over this before you gave it to me, did you?
Chuckle.
DMaster: Her eyes bulge.
BREE: Say what now?
Vulcuran: VUL: Nothing, this is an interesting, well, taste.
Swirl the contents of the glass, wider eyes and a smirk.
DMaster: The woman, shakes her head and goes to that same table with the liquor on it. She grabs a mug, pours what looks like dwarven spirits, among a few other things, and she takes a deep drink. Coughs a bit.
BREE: So I have nice tits huh?
Vulcuran: Chuckle, blush.
VUL: I think you already know the answer to that. You just have to be careful where you aim those. They are, quite literally, dangerous.
DMaster: She laughs a bit, takes another slug. The door opens up and Maverick plunks three apple sized dirty, burlap bags on the desk. He closes the door behind him. He puts his cigar in the ashtray, and waves you over.
MAV: Your Hyoscyamus.
Vulcuran: Walk over raised eyebrow.
VUL: You were not kidding, you dug them up?
DMaster: He nods, and sits at his desk grabbing for a parchment and quill.
MAV: Last a lot longer. If you don’t it loses it’s effectiveness fairly quickly.
Breena walks over, plunks her as down on the side of the desk. she wrinkles her nose.
BREE: I forgot the smell.
The room now has the very powerful earthy smell.
Vulcuran: Sniff and wrinkle nose.
VUL: Dammit. That is pungent.
Rub chin.
VUL: This should be interesting getting this past the castle guards without question.
DMaster: Maverick chuckles.
MAV: No worries, Bree can you get that box I brought in a few weeks back, the one with the weird plant symbol on it.
She thinks for a moment, then raises one finger to the sky.
BREE: Ahhh yes, ok.
Gets off the desk, flashing everyone in the room. I mean come on, what else would a few dudes look at.
Vulcuran: Watch him, see what he is doing.
DMaster: It appears he is writing down a recipe.
MAV: I don’t think you are going to use this for interrogation, so you must need it for the Elderbane affliction, it is the only other thing, that I know, it is used for.
Glancing up to you, then back to his work.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Probably.
DMaster: Maverick stops writing and looks to you.
MAV: Uh, you don’t even know what this is for?
Vulcuran: Shrug shoulders.
VUL: For a close friend, father seems to be having a time of it, and she said this was the main ingredient.
Look at him for confirmation.
DMaster: He nods his head.
MAV: Yup, that sounds like it.
Continues to write. Breena comes in, puts the box down, opens it, places the dirty burlap bags into the container, closes it. Latches it. Then she is looking the box over. Maverick glances to her.
MAV: No hun, you have to wrap it before closing.
Pointing at the box.
Vulcuran: Glance over, watch her.
DMaster: She opens the box, pulls out what looks like a white cotton fiber and wraps the box, she pulls a string and the fabric all but clings to it. She then closes the box, now looking sealed. Breena puts it back on the table.
BREE: Hope you brought the bank, Mr. Duke.
Giving you a raised eyebrow.
Vulcuran: Nod head and chuckle.
VUL: Maybe not the bank but…
DMaster: Maverick interrupting you.
MAV: No he can just take them, I don’t want to have any paper trail to this and…
Vulcuran: I will grab 5 platinum, place it on the desk, giving him a fierce look.
VUL: I will pay. This enough?
DMaster: Breena’s eyes bulge and before the smuggler could scold the woman, she snaps up the coins.
BREE: Yeah, yeah enough, right?
She looks to Maverick, he has a grumpy look on his face.
BREE: For the small bags its a gold or two so…
MAV: Three platinum should be plenty.
Giving a disapproving look to his counterpart.
Vulcuran: Nod head. Take her hand, grab the other 2 coins much to her disappointment.
VUL: I’ll take those back.
Looking at Breena.
DMaster: She is frowning a bit, fidgeting with the three coins.
Vulcuran: Put one of the coins on the desk, look at Maverick, smile.
VUL: This is yours.
Put one of the coins in her cleavage.
VUL: This is… ummm yours.
DMaster: Breena shivers a bit.
BREE: OH! Oh, its cold.
She giggles taking the coin out.
MAV: No, we are good.
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: Nope keep them, one for the good, no great service, the other for your discretion.
DMaster: Maverick smiles.
MAV: Well not a bad night considering.
You two shake your hands, Breena gives you eyes.
Vulcuran: Shake his hand, and give Breena eyes back.
VUL: I will make sure that, what did you call her, little shit, gives back your sword.
Walk out, get the sword, hand it to Breena, get my weapons and head on out. Covered box in hand.