The Harem Tent

[scully1]

@Dragon Wench: Aikido has been called "moving Zen" but many disagree with that...It absolutely is an active meditation. We are especially encouraged to use our weapons practice as meditation (we train with quarterstaff and a wooden practice sword called a bokken). I don't know much about other arts, but they all lead to the same place and have the same goal in mind. It really depends on what path is right for the individual. (That's something else I've learned )

[KramoR]

KramoR stands in the shadows, as Sirs Ryan and Keldorn arrived. He listened closely, as to what the they talked about. Sir Ryan, looked towards KramoR's way, and nodded his head. KramoR slipped away to a hidden room, where he was met by both paladins.

"So how have things been prodeeding, well I hope?"

"Yes Sir Ryan. I am doing as you ask, but I'm having a hard time. These are beautiful women, with doing all those massages, I have to go stand in a cold creek for a hour."

Keldorn's eye brow raised, then he chuckled.

"You need to be married my dear sir. Then temptation will not be so great. Do you think that Anomen is telling the truth?"

"Yes and no. The other slave Darkpoet, would bring him in almost every night, reaking of wine and vomit."

Both Ryan and Keldorn, looked at each other grimmly.

"Darkpoet is a servant?" ask Sir Ryan.

"Yes sir, a good one at that. But, he still goes to the arenas to fight. You didn't have to banish him because of that. Especially, what he did in the Drow wars, we would have lost, if it wasn't for him."

"We didn't banish him, he left on his on accord."

"He hides it well then, I havn't seen someone with more patience. I think that's why he goes to the arenas."

"Watch him closely, try to get more information on Waverly, if you can. But, Anomen is your primary duty. You better get back to your Mistresses, before they miss you."

Both Ryan and Keldorn, laugh at KramoR's uneasiness. As he left quickly.

[Gwalchmai]

Suddenly, a sharp cry from Conrad draws the attention of the two (conscious) Ladies, the slave, and Sir Anomen. Rushing out to the forest clearing where Georgi had been recuperating, they find utter chaos. “The arrow!” Conrad was yelling, “Why did noone secure the arrow?” Fearnog the demon, having been deprived of a living host(ess), grew from the arrow, entering the Prime Material Plane of its own accord and full of rage. With great green claws dripping with acid, the beast began sweeping startled druids aside like chaff on a threshing floor. Instantly the heros sprang into action. Lady Loner was the first to enter the fray, all thoughts of stupidity wiped out by the rush of adrenalin. Ducking under the deadly claws, she brought her sword down upon the big toe of the vile creature. Hopping on one foot, Lady Dragon Wench took the opportunity to leap upon the creature’s back, and began hacking at the scales on its head. The beast shook her off, Gwalchmai deftly cushioning her fall. The beast ran at Anomen, grabbing him in a dripping claw, and interrupting his casting of ‘Holy Smite’. Lady Loner stabbed at the hand of the beast that held Anomen, causing it to drop him in an acidic puddle. The beast turned on Loner and Dragon Wench in pain and rage, both arms raised for a final deadly blow, when a single arrow pierced its forehead. The demon dissolved in a flutter of dead flower petals that dispersed on the wind.

“Good thing I woke up” said Lady Georgi, holding a bow.

Gwalchmai quickly began to heal the Knight of his acid burns, while Conrad approached the ladies. “I thank you for your help, especially you, Lady Loner. You obviously have great skill as a warrior. Your ‘Quivering Kick in the Groin’ attack seems especially potent. I’m sure, given the proper tests, you could easily attain Black Orchid 9th Degree level in our druidical martial arts. Perhaps you should teach Gwachmai a thing or two. He never made it past Yellow Orchid. Of course it may have been due to his tendency to show up at tests wearing nothing but his underwear and having to leave in embarrassment.”

Gwalchmai, at hearing his name, left Anomen to recover and joined the ladies in order to clear his name. A group hug was in progress, everyone happy that Georgi had recovered. Just then, the shimmering lights of a teleportation spell appeared, and without so much as a wimper, Anomen disappeared, taken by some dark force.

[Waverly]

[I didn’t consider myself a gigolo, as my services are *usually* free of charge , but let’s see how this works…]

As Viv returned to the table, Waverly decided he should turn up the charm, but stopped cold as he got a clear look at Viv. He was certain he had seen her face clearly before. She was a beautiful woman… but now, as if through some foul magic, her face was more misshapen and homely than that of dwarven fish-wife. Waverly discreetly moved his chair away from the maiden and took a long draught of wine. How could he have been so mistaken? “Drat,” he thought, “and I gave the scry-stone amulet to this one. I’ll go blind if I have to see her bathe. Oh well, at least I can listen in to their plans with it.”

Waverly bid her good eve as soon as there was a break in the conversation and hurried out, but not before directing a pair of dryads to DP sitting in the corner trying to stomach the swill Waverly had bought him.

[hope the effects are permanent, Viv, but it’s sure to keep the men off of you ]

[Darkpoet]

Though his cramping stomach, Darkpoet smiled, at the sudden change in Vivien. But, his smile quickly faded, when he saw the Dryads. The two were smiling at him, one of them, put a hold spell on Darkpoet. The other leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Hello DP, your payment is due, and we are here to collect. We are going to work you over, worse than your friend, who came looking for you."
The three teleported away, with Darkpoet staring into Vivien's eyes.

[dragon wench]

Dragon Wench suddenly realising that Anomen had simply vanished threw up her arms in despair. Cursing, she muttered that she felt more like his nanny than she did a Harem member. After articulating a string of expressions that actually made the air around her turn blue, she spoke.
"Well, should we try to find the fool?" A moment later, halving calmed down slightly, she said,"well I suppose that perhaps we should at least consider it, if nothing else when we find his sorry posterior we should also find the answers to all these unanswered question." Addressing her comanpions she said,"What do you think?"

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[KramoR]

When KramoR walked up and heard what had happened. He knew he failed, as a servant of the Harem and the Order. He went over to Gwalchmai, lifted him off his feet.
"Where did he go, what the hell happened? How could you be so stupid?"
KramoR threw Gwalchmai, into a wall.
"THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING, SH!T!!!"
Everyone froze, they couldn't believe what had just happened. KramoR's outburst, surprised everyone. He looked at them all, he lost control. He knew even more he had failed the order.
"I'm sorry Gwalchmai, it won't happen again. I'm resigning from the Harem."
He then saw Keldorn and Ryan, with troubled looks on their faces. This hurt even more.
"I am resigning from the Order also, I am a failure."
KramoR, could no longer look, at their faces. He turn heel and left, for the hills of Windspear.

[Brink]

Vivien-Well,do you have anything in mind??

[scully1]

Originally posted by Gwalchmai:
<STRONG>“I’m sure, given the proper tests, you could easily attain Black Orchid 9th Degree level in our druidical martial arts. Perhaps you should teach Gwachmai a thing or two. He never made it past Yellow Orchid. Of course it may have been due to his tendency to show up at tests wearing nothing but his underwear and having to leave in embarrassment.”</STRONG>

Many things went through Loner's mind at this moment.

The first thing was joy at seeing Lady Georgi awake and looking surprisingly well.

Secondly, she turned to Gwalchmai. "I did not know you were a Yellow Orchid, why didn't you tell me?" Turning to Conrad, she said, "The life of a druid is not for me, but I would be most happy to discover more about your martial order."

Then, suddenly, she realized that Anomen was gone, and that Kramo was saying somehting about resigning. "You can't!" she exclaimed. "You are no failure. You have failed no one. Ehh...failed how? Failed what Order? The ORH?!? How are you -- ... What is going on here? Who ARE you?!..." But even before the question was finished, he was gone.

At a total loss, Loner pondered what to do...and to her infinite surprise and complete shock, only one thing seemed certain at that moment. She turned to Dragon Wench, and with a resolve that came from she knew not where, she answered:

"I will go and...find Anomen...and I will bring him back."

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[scully1]

(BTW, Gwalchmai... )

[Darkpoet]

Darkpoet was teleported to the Dryad grove. He was taken to the home of one of them. He then was shackled to the wall. His clothes were then ripped off, the dryads just smiled. They then, clothed Darkpoet with a leather loincloth. Then had leg shackles put on, and was lead outside. Darkpoet wondered, "what kinky things they were up to."
When Darkpoet saw three half orges, he started to get worried.
One of the Dryads spoke to him, "I am Jasmine, these three friends are going to watch you, so you don't escape this time. Last time you would of had it easier, but now I have something better."
Two of his so called friends, brought out and placed at his feet, two one hundred pound sacks filled with acorns. Jasmine smiled at Darkpoet, his heart melted.
"You will plant this whole field for us. So our sisters can come home."
Darkpoet just smiled, and started planting, he thought to himself.
"This is better than, bringing Anomen back home from his drinking matches."

[Vivien]

Wow the other story is quite exciting

Brink: Well... I don't know actually I'm always partial to moonlight walks

Waverly: Rofl

*Vivien smiles happily to herself at her effective Waverly repelling, hoping the pill lasts quite a long time. But, after he's walked off, she realizes that there could be some trouble from the pill, as she's supposed to keep an eye on him. What's a girl supposed to do?!? As she's mulling this immense dilema over, she hears a muffled sound, and Darkpoet vanishes before her eyes, taken away by two very treacherous Dryads. She smiles a bit evily, as she knows just how to deal with Dryads. With a few arcane mumbles, and quelling looks at those too interested in her extra special super secret 'vivien' magic words, she disapears between swirls of magic, hasted and invisible, and on the trail to kick some Dryad tale.*

[Brink]

Vivien-Moonlight walks it is .*Brink extends his hand*May I??

[KramoR]

KramoR heads to the Harem's tent, to pick up a few items of his. Inside, going though his pack, his hand touches the Radiant Heart emblem. His heart sinks even further, he could not believe his failure. What an embarassment he was. KramoR put the emblem, on the table, finished packing his things. He sat in a chair, leaning against the table, he fell asleep.

[KramoR]

Originally posted by Brink:
<STRONG>Vivien-Moonlight walks it is .*Brink extends his hand*May I?? </STRONG>

Brinky, you are turning into Darkpokiemon.

[Brink]

Kramor-Ah,but I don't do it to every single lady that I meet

[scully1]

"There are a few items I must get first, back at the Tent. I will come back here right after; I need to consult the Druids about how I might go about finding him."

Loner then headed back to the Tent. It was odd, going back...the Tent was so empty. Could it really have been just a few days ago that they had all sat on the fine comfy cushions, drinking Tia Maria and Bailey's and Merlot (according to taste), while Brink drank water and Anomen dozed the doze of the drunk in the other room...

Why was she doing this? She didn't even know. It seemed a message from Fate.

She had to procure her most sacred weapon from the locked trunk in her room. As she lifted the lid, her heart swelled at the sight of the blade wrapped in purple silk: the Katana of Doom. She hadn't used it in ages -- never used it, in fact, except in very, very extreme circumstances. This, she knew, was one of those times.

She lifted the sword from the trunk and strapped it on. Already she felt its power, the connection she had formed with the weapon so long ago...

She left the room, and as she headed toward the door, she felt a presence in the room...turning, she was amazed to find their newest slave, KramoR, sleeping in a chair. She went over and shook him awake.

"Kramo? Kramo! Wake up!...I want some answers. I want to know who you are, and why you are here. You needn't be afraid of speaking to me..."

[Vivien]

Brink: *Viv smiles and blushes and takes Brinks hand*

KramoR: Brink is a true gentleman

IC:
*Vivien has cast 'haste' upon herself so many times, that she's beginning to be quite weary as she nears the part of the woods she THINKS the dryad grove is located. She pauses to rest against a tree, pulling out her trusty map again. Viv stares at it for a few minutes in confusion, before turning it round the right way, and then smiles happily looking around, hoping to
see some familiar signs to aid her journey.

"Halt human, explain why you tresspass near our woods!" The sound of an arrow being ****ed accompanies this, and Viv just barely makes out a dark, vaguely female shape in the gloom of a tree.

"Ha!" Viv says proudly, eyes blazing triumphantly and shoulders pushed back. "Your words scare me not! Unlike men, I am immune to your charms tricks, and as a mage I can counter any second rate casters like you Dryads."

Viv readies her hands, and looks confidently at her target. It is with some surprise that she feels a deep sleepiness pass over her body, and she realizes someone has cast slow or something over her, yet she heard no sound. She starts to speak, but no words form in her mouth, and her eyes frantically search the gloom around her.

"How interesting."

A figure fairly floats over the ground to stand in front of Viv, such grace does she possess. The other dryad in the trees shade immediately falls to her knees in supplication.

"What is this? An illusion?"

The green skinned woman in front of her waves her hand, and Viv feels a shudder pass through her, as the pill illusion is dispelled.

"Ah, a pretty little girl playing in my woods? I may have use..or not, in that case death is easily come. First to make you ...nicer."

The green skinned woman waves her hand again, and Viv feels another shudder pass through her, and closing her eyes, she hopes it will soon pass. But, the shudder continues and images of bursting flowers and growing trees fill her imagination, and the bud of warmth and love fills her. She opens her eyes to stare in wonder at the Dryad queen before her, and falling to her knees looks up in rapture.

"Humans...so easy to control...get this one dressed suitably in a tunic of leaves, we will see if she is worth our time." The green skinned woman says while cupping Viv's face, before drifting back, deeper into the woods. Viv can only follow, determined to serve her new mistress.*

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[Brink]

Oh dear,I've made two ladies blush in a day

Vivien-*Brink kisses Vivien's hand*It is a pleasure to take you out for a stroll at this time,malady

[KramoR]

Kramo, was dreaming of the Drow wars, the battle was real enough in his head. The sound of fighting all around him, steel hitting flesh, grunts of those, who were cut, or being hit by arrows. Screams of the wounded, filled his ears. He was grabbed by a female Drow, he had a hold of her arm, which had a dagger.

With Loner, shaking Kramo, he suddenly snapped awake, grabbing Loner by the throat. The both thrashed around, Loner was trying to break hold of his grip. They finially fell on to the bed with Kramo, on top of Loner. She got one hand free, and slapped him on the side of the head.

When he snapped to, he realized he wasn't fighting a Female Drow, but, Loner. Quickly released his grip, and rolled off Loner. Loner layed there trying to regain, air back into her lungs.

Who the nine hells are you?" she rasped out.

"I am a failed member of the Radiant Heart. I was suppose to watchout for Anomen. Sir Ryan and Sir Keldorn, gave me that mission, which I have failed. Then by loosing my temper, I have failed again. Almost killing you, doesn't help either."
Laying on his side, looking at Loner.
"I'm sorry, I was having a dreams of the Drow wars. They are so real, I can sense everything. They told we would be fine, that we would loose the memories. That was ten years ago. I think that was the big reason, Darkpoet left the order."
Looking at Loner, with his blue eyes, pleading.
"Please forgive me Loner."