The Story Begins

(Let me know if this "in character"/"out of character" style is working for you. Are the italics too difficult to read in long stretches like this?)

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In a quaint country tavern located in the sleepy forest village of Brexley four adventurers gather, each summoned here by their mutual acquaintance and sometimes benefactor Baron Archibald Grayhunter.

The first to arrive at the Copper Canary is a halfling man with rich brown eyes and a similar shade of short wavy hair. He stands barely over three foot tall has an expressive face with a cute button nose. A green cape adorns his shoulders and on his head is a red wide brimmed felt hat with a great green feather sticking up from its band. Well worn leather armor covers his torso and shoulders and he has on the calf length pants common among his kind. What draws the eye most however was strapped to his crotch over his trousers is a large metal codpiece with a single nine inch gleaming steel spike jutting straight out from it.

With an easy grace and a cocky swagger the halfling claims the corner table. As the buxom young barmaid approaches he gives her a wink. “Bring me an ale sugartits, then come make yourself comfortable.” He pats the seat beside his.

With a giggle and bounce she prances off toward the bar.

The next adventurer to show fills the doorway of the tavern as she walks through, her wide hips brushing the sides of the door frame as she does so. Though she was only five and half feet tall her green hued skin and stumpy lower tusks gave away her orcish heritage. However, it was plain to see she was not a pure breed of that savage race. Two small horns sprouted from the top of her head, peaking up through her dark curly hair, and her ears were long and bovine in appearance. Her wide chubby face was kindly and her huge dark eyes had almost white to them. Her heavy breasts were enormous, oversized even for her plus sized frame. So large in fact that they could not be contained by the chainmail armor that she wore. A space had been left open for each tit to hang free, though they were covered by a billowy white cotton pouches. She carried a shield on her back, a heavy mace hung from her belt, and the holy symbol dedicated to the god of familial love, a heart within a perfect circle, hung around her neck.

She comes to the center of room and waves. “Hello everybody! My name is Winnie the Moo.” She says in a cheerful voice.

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"Winnie the Moo!? That is the stupidest fuckin name I've ever heard." Fiona interjects. Your mother just crinkles her nose up at her daughter.

"Fiona, you're not in the scene yet. Please be patient." You say.

Your big sister rolls her eyes and settles back in her chair.

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The halfling calls from the corner. “Hey Winnie! I'm Dickie 'Threeballs' Dumplingbottom. Why don't you come sit with me.”

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"Okay, correction...THAT is the stupidest fuckin name I've ever heard."

Elsie giggles as Chloe grins proudly. "You're just jealous of my awesomeness."

"Come on guys, let's get our head back in the game." You coax them back into the fantasy.

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Winnie laughs and makes her way over to sit the small man and the barmaid who sat flirting with him.

“Wanna know why they call me Threeballs?”

“I bet I can guess.” Winnie says and the pair of them laugh together.

The barmaid looks up. “Do you need a drink?”

Winnie shakes her head and pats her huge breasts. “Brought my own dearie.”

Just then a slender tanned skin human man opens the door. He wore only a basic white tunic and sandals. The collar around his neck and the tattoo on his forearm displayed that he was a ****, a rare sight in these parts. His nervous gray eyes scans the room before he enters.

He stands to the side and announces. “Presenting her Majesty, Queen Tatyana Semenov of the great Northern Tigerborn Tribe...”

“HA!” Dickie blurts. “Semen off? Ha ha ha ha!”

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El, Chloe, and your mother all start to titter and chortle at the lame joke. Fiona scowls at them all. You forge ahead before things go off the rails.

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Through the door ducks a Tigerborn female. Standing well over seven feet tall she towers over her human ****. Her proud bearing, her fine clothes, and her exquisite platinum jewelry all speak to her noble station, though her intense yellow eyes have a barely concealed wild fury behind them. Those unfamiliar with her kind are struck by how human looking her race was. If not for her size, markings, feline ears, long tail, and the very thin layer of fur she otherwise appeared human. She had no whiskers or triangular cat nose or feline muzzle. She was lean but clearly built for power, her lithe muscles visible and defined. Across her back was a long curved blade in a filigreed scabbard with a finely detailed three foot long ivory handle, the whole sword was nearly as tall as she. Dominating the center of the bar the huge Tigerborn scans the room.

“Holy shit! That is one big pussy!” Dickie exclaims to nervous laughter from the rest of the patrons.

“I will eat you halfling!” Queen Tatyana growls. “Jessub, find me the Baron.”

“Yes my Queen.” The **** bows and hurries to ask the barkeep if he has seen Baron Grayhunter.

As this was going on a cloaked figure had slipped into the room unnoticed. It was a female with the fine features and willowy build of an elf. Her glimmering eyes and long flowing hair were both the color of lavender. Across the figure's back was slung a lute, hanging from her belt a wooden flute, and around her neck was a simple yet exquisitely carved pendant of a hand that took the shape of a pointed birch leaf. Her clothes, what could be seen of them beneath her long cloak, were of fine quality and rich autumn colors. With no fuss she slips into one of the side booths as all eyes were glued to the larger than life warrior woman. The elf's gaze darts and hovers here and there, taking in details with a keen eye.

Winnie the Moo straightens up and beckons the Tigerborn and her ****. “I'm here for the Baron too! Come wait with us.”

Tatyana sneers at the half-orc as if she were a common peasant and stays put. She crosses her arms as her impatience grows.

“I'm here for the Baron as well.” Dickie announces to all. “Ha ha! What a coinkeedinkie.”

The tigerborn continues to ignore the corner table but a set of lavender eyes had now locked on to them.

A runner is sent by the barkeep and it is not long before the aged white haired Baron is walking in himself, leaning heavily on his stout cane. He blinks and squints as he looks out around the bar with beady blue eyes beneath great bushy eyebrows.

“Ye made it! Ye all made it!” He grins.

“HI BARON!” Winnie calls loudly and waves as if he were across a long field from her. “It's me, Winnie the Moo!”

“I do not appreciate to be left waiting old man!” The still standing royalty grumbles.

“I know, I know.” He nods and his makes his way to the corner table. He waves Tatyana and the elf woman to follow. “Come, come. I'll tell ye why I summoned ye.”