The Lowmoon Tavern

Hello! Welcome to my story. This will be a private telling since i have in my mind quite the story to weave together. This is my first ever story that i'll be publishing on CHOYA so we'l see how it all goes! Of course all characters involved are over the age of 18.

My intentions are to write an erotic, maybe even romantic fuelled story that is appealing to all in a professional, enjoyable format along with twists that only a fantasy world of my own making can add.

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As a warning there might be scenes depicting **** should certain paths be taken but that is all the warnings here! Enjoy!

In this realm the lands are often a troubled place, dark and horrifying creatures roam the night and add risk to any merchant wishing to brave the roads to reach one of the many distant villages, towns or cities. The wealthiest might be able to afford guards but for the majority the risk is simply too much to take on and so settlements in the region often find themselves cut off and isolated from one another. In this world where communication is slim the capital stands proudly not as a symbol of prosperity but one of greed. While the nation around the Capital shrivels and starves the Royal city, Farsal stands as a bastion of decadence and corruption. Fresh stacks of smoke drift near constantly into the air above as new factories seem to be built every week, times are changing in the capital and perhaps one day these changes might benefit the nation around it with new methods of transportation but until then it simply lends to the continued dominance of the City.

It is within this changing City, this turning of the age we find Lara.

Lara stepped briskly through the winding streets of the City she had grew up in, tugging her blue cloak tightly around her slender sides to stave off the prevailing rains from the sky above, the wind whipping her flowing red hair about her shoulders as she ducked through another alleyway. She stopped for a moment in the shadows to pat at her leather tunic, hands gracing her left breast to rummage in a pocket and pluck free a parchment of paper...Unfurling it carefully while keeping her head above the parchment to fend off any rain she looked at the writing scrawled upon it. 'North of the Lions gate in the residential district, red roof with a sign of a quarter full moon. Can't miss it.' With a hum Lara glanced up from the paper to regard the building opposite her, her green emerald like eyes drifting over the tall, stone bound building. At least five floors high it seemed to dominate the surrounding buildings, most of which were homes and houses for the people. Lara looked next to the creaking sign of a quarter moon swaying in the wind so fiercely she thought it might well just fly off into the gathering storm above if it blew any harder. Still...She thought to herself, this must be the place. Lara adjusted her cloak and tucked the parchment away into her breast pocket as she glanced around, smoothing out her coat down to her matching leather leggings. The outfit was tight and showed off her slender form while extending outwards to grace her wide hips before smoothing in again to cover her stomach and the firm form beneath. Her leather coat clung to her form with the slick rain only adding as the fabric rode up her stomach to caress her breasts, the fabric bulging out to support her bosom. She had always been gifted with a fit figure and certainly not a stranger to compliments about her assets. She smiled in the rain slick air as she stepped forwards to cross the stone road towards the tavern.

Her sturdy leather cut boots made a quiet tap to the stone roads below as she reached the large wooden door, a double door of towering stature...Must have been for the larger races she thought absently as he settled both her hands on one of the doors, giving them a shove though they didn't budge. Lara frowned with a glance about the door before trying again with the same result...The doors stalwart in their shut presence. "Ey lass, ya need help there?" Came a rumbling voice from behind Lara as she turned to see a large man...No not a man a Half-Orc, well he was still very much a man. The Half-Orc was dressed in a white shirt though most of it was drenched and see through along with a brown leathers to cover his legs, one sleeve of his shirt seemingly torn off to reveal a green tinged muscle about the same size as Laras head. His skin was tinged green and his tusks were especially visible as he spoke. "Ey lass, asked ya a question."