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Lorial stood outside of Snowy's Pub, looking at the quaint drinking establishment and wondering how many building such as these she'd visited over the years. She could have picked a different place to gather, one of the temples perhaps. There was a reason that most people meet in pubs. It is neutral ground, and a place to get a little something to drink. The location was pretty high in the mountains, and a long walk as well. The demon population didn't discourage visitors, but they didn't have to. With walking being the main way to visit you had to be pretty determined to go up the mountain to see the sights. Lorial knew that this might discourage some of the adventurers that would be going along to explore. In her mind, if they don't have the courage, heart, or strength to climb a mountain they don't need to be going anyway.

The people walking around were busy doing every day things. Demons with horns and hooves were going to the trails that took them to the temples. She didn't know if they were going there for religious reasons, or just to see the beauty of the buildings. She was a bit curious herself, and made a note to herself to go to the temples the next time she came around this way. If she ever did come back.

The reason for her recent visit into the demon city of Kinumo wasn't for fun and frolicking. She was here for her own agenda. Skacharm had asked for the forests to be explored, especially the ones that have changed. She planned to do that.... and look to see if she could find the queen as well, while she was at it.

 

 

Queen Malia, the queen of the former land known as Elendaron, had been lost during the *Spirit Wars. Lorial had been depending on the queen to help her find her son. Things look bleak for that to be happening now. Elendaron had been turned into a portal, to where was anyone's guess. And the queen might have fallen into that portal to be gone forever. For all Lorial knew, he son had been sucked into the portal as well, or killed by some kind of strange occurrence that had happened during the Spirit Wars. As daunting as it was for her to move on, she couldn't give up. It just wasn't in her.

She entered the pub, making sure that the door closed quickly behind her. It was colder up here in the mountainous area, and not all creatures were demon. There were quite a few humans as well, though Lorial didn't see that many in the tavern. She found a seat at a table and proceeded to wait for company. She didn't know what the travelers would look like, or how many there would be. But the place had been here, and the time to begin the journey had been set. It wouldn't be long now. @Venus Sprite @Hurttoto

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“Eat, eat, eat, eat,” cried the crowd of mostly-tipsy tavern patrons, as Torie did her best to finish the bowl of offal that had been placed in front of her. Well, not really a bowl. More of a metal washbasin big enough to fit a grown man. It had been full but was now nearly empty, save for the last few chunks of meat sitting at the bottom. Mind you, they were still big enough to feed a family of humans for a week.

Torie swallowed what was in her mouth without chewing – every day they served her more and this became more difficult, but it was worth it for the attention and the money patrons would throw her way. She dipped her head into the bucket and picked up another morsel of food, and the crowd began to cheer again as she lifted her head and swallowed, painfully.

A horned man with a pot belly and more stubble on his chin than his balding head was still walking around the crowd collecting money. See? Being a giant tiger with an appetite to match helped people earn a living! They were placing bets on her and Torie got a substantial cut each time she ‘won’. And a free meal, as many times a day as she could manage.

When it came to the last piece of meat she was feeling more full than she could bear, but the crowd, picking up on her difficulty was in a state of feverish excitement. She chewed this last piece slowly, even though she didn’t need to, and swallowed with an expression more pained than was due. When she finally finished the crowd burst into rapturous applause, like they were watching a prince in a jousting contest rather than a hugely fat tiger eating the butcher’s leftovers. Money exchanged hands and patrons went back to the bar, or headed for the door, and the horned, balding man placed a pouch bursting with coins at Torie’s feet.

She nodded her head in thanks, then lay her cheek against the pillows on which she was reclining. The barmaid, Ela, came over to check on her and topped up her washbasin with a bottle of gin. Torie waited a few minutes to digest then lapped it up gently. The grog took away the discomfort of overeating and cast everything in a hazy glow, which she determined to enjoy.

That was until she found someone new, two new someones if her tiger eyes were to believed. No, one, now that she focused. A young lady, human-looking, a bit short with light skin. The village didn’t get many new people and she was getting a lot of stares, just like Torie had when she arrived a week ago. Her heart went out to the newcomer and so she raised her head, rolling over on her stomach that was one part food, one part muscle and three parts the blubbery rewards of winning previous eating contests and other such gluttony, then heaved herself to her feet and approached the newcomer with a drunken keenness.

Thankfully most of the patrons were still sober enough to get out of the way, though a few sitting at tables caught a sideswipe from the rolling flesh on her bulging flanks. Torie used the new person’s table as a buffer to help her stop – whoops! That was embarrassing – and decided the best way to continue was if she hadn’t slammed into her table at all.

“Hello! Welcome to Kinumo! This is your first time here, isn’t it? I’m Torie, a traveler and… hmm… entertainer,” she said, as if she’d just made up the occupation on the spot. Noticing she was swaying on her feet and looming over the seated human lady a bit, she sat down on her haunches, or would have if her enormous belly hadn’t landed first. “So what brings you here? It looks like important business. I can see it on your face. Anything a druid like me can help with? Did I mention I’m also a druid?” She gave the raven-haired lady her biggest and toothiest tiger grin.

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The pub did not have alot of people today barred against the cold of the outside as its attemps to leach in were halted by the walls of Snowy's Pub.

Amber was entertained by the things going on in the pub on an individual level attempting to watch everyone at once. Just biding the time until her contact came through, although she didnt know what she was goimg to look like but judging by the information recived she was female, but a female human or demon? That was the question which had hovered over her head

Another was that her contact seemed to ne at a certan table near her, she knew because she looked ready for a march into danger. And with this instinct she headed over to the table and begain the question.

"Where do we start?"

It looked like the woman was going to reply when suddenly an impressively obese Tiger like woman appeared and nearly tripped onto the table.

"My word! Thats an impressive size." Feeling a bit dissapointed at herself as in her own youth she couldnt eat nearly that much.

 

 

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Lorial drummed her fingers impatiently on the table.  She had already ordered some vodka, and had consumed over half of the bottle at this point.  It didn't really take her long to do that to a bottle of vodka, but she wasn't a very patient person and rarely had a reason to practice it.  The appearance of someone asking her where to start startled her a little, after all that waiting.  She'd expected a "hello, nice to meet you" moment.  Instead, the female had got right down to business.  Lorial couldn't fault her for that and was eager to get going as well.  

Before she could respond though, another creature came to the table.  This one made Lorial pause and forget why she was here for a moment.  It was rare for her to see such a large feline, let alone one that could speak the local tongue.  The large amounts of flesh that took up the surrounding space make it hard for anyone else who might be interested to walk up to the table as well, so Lorial guess these would be fine for the two adventurers she needed.  She just hoped the feline could keep up after basically inhaling all that food.  

"Hello, travelers.  I hope you're ready for some adventure, because if so, you're in for a treat."  She motioned for them to sit, got the waitress to give her a glass and a bowl and poured some vodka in both, and then she proceeded to introduce herself.  "I'm Lorial Star.  I like puppies and kittens," she said with a wink at the feline for emphasis on the kittens, "and long walks on the beach.... or any other terrain for that matter.  And I better.  For the places we'll be going could have anything."  She tipped her glass to the other two, and took a swallow.  Then she placed the glass down and turned to the others again.  "Nice to meet you Torie.  Maybe you can tell me more about being a druid.  And as for you, what is your name?"  She turned to the other newcomer, ready to get the introductions out of the way already.  

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Torie narrowed her eyes suspiciously at that sales-pitch of an opening line. Was the curvy lady a tour guide, or something? She'd had enough of those on Weland. In fact that was the only place she'd ever heard of them, doing their best to get gold from her and promising the best tour money could buy (and, sad to say, Torie had handed over a lot of glitter before learning the tours weren't worth the air she spent haggling over prices). But her eyes livened up when the lady - Lorial - introduced herself, and said she liked cats to boot.

Well, kittens, but let's not be picky.

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The settlement was overwhelming. There was entirely too much happening here; too many colors, too many sounds, too many smells... And far to many strange people to bump into. Thankfully, she didn't stand out here. Everyone looked strange to her, and none of them seemed to even register the white skinned girl with the wild hair and brilliant eyes skirting the streets like a frightened cat. It was just a normal day for them. Unfortunately for Shae, no day was normal for her. She hadn't even been alive long enough to even figure out what normal should be. Terrified and seemingly invisible,  the little slip of a humanoid twisted out of the way of a man walking by, arms laden with boxes, and nearly found herself in the path of an ox pulled cart that didn't even slow as she scampered out of the way. The man guiding the beast yelled something at her, but she didn't understand anything more then the angry tone and heat rolling off of him. Shae instinctively barred her teeth and growled, but the man didn't even so much as blink and carried on past, muttering under his breath.

The girl felt as if every hair on her body was standing on end, and the heart that beat within her chest was thumping so heavily and swiftly she was almost sure it would explode out of her ribcage at any minute. Her fear was now mixed with the hot boil of anger in her stomach, and if she didn't find somewhere quiet soon... 

As if some higher power was witnessing her struggle and decided to lend a hand, that very moment the wood Shae had pressed her back too shifted and pulled away, resulting in the girl tumbling back into a dimly lit building. She managed to twist and catch herself in an awkward crouch before springing back to her feet and away from the very confused person who had just opened the bar to head out. Her eyes met theirs and it felt like a while passed before the stranger shook their head and left, snapping the door shut behind them. 

Shae took several shallow breaths, shoulders heaving and focused on the first interior she had ever seen. It wasn't what she expected to find, and she wasn't really in the best mindset to appreciate it; tables and chairs covered the floor space, several with people occupying them. Almost none paid her any mind just like the others on the street. The next thing Shae noticed was the warmth that was seeping into her. She had been out in the cold for a long time, but her body didn't seem to suffer much from it. Still, this sensation was comforting and for the first time she managed to school her panicked breathing into regular intervals as she wiggled her toes and continued to scan the room. Pretty much everyone here stood out - she could find some interesting feature on 90% of the occupants of this place, whatever it was, and the more she looked the more she started to notice most of these people had food or drink before them. 

Shae smacked her lips, realizing how dry her mouth was and the matching state of her stomach. She pressed a hand to her belly, brow coming together and focused her attention on what was the most unique gathering here; this table only won because of the over-sized feline. Animals was something Shae understood - she had spent her whole life (all two weeks of it) in the company of the forest creatures. Some had tolerated her, others hostile... But they were all very clear about where they stood with her. 

So on cold bare feet, she approached the table, moving in an uneasy gait that did finally draw some attention; she looked like she was trying to sneak without actually doing so. When she reached the table, eyes still on the tiger, she lowered herself down to the ground, making sure her head was well below the felines. Submission to show she wasn't a threat worked very well previously and she had been left scraps to scavenge through using this method before.

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Before the newcomer could introduce herself, another person decided to join the party.  Lorial had been aware of her the moment she'd walked through the door, though she didn't show it.  She was always aware of her surroundings, since she'd been a mercenary for quite a few years.  The small female stumbling through the door in the middle of her speech, letting sunlight pierce the darkened tavern, was hard to miss.  The small second she glanced in the direction of the girl, somewhere between 'Nice to meet you, Tori,' she could hear the rapid beat of her heart.  She was either very excited, or very scared.  The large eyes and the confused look had Lorial guessing it was more fear.  She ignored the girl, not seeing her as a threat, and went back to paying attention to those who would be on the trip with her.  

But as if her brief glance had drawn the girl in their direction, she crept over toward their party and almost lay down at Tori's feet.  Lorial stopped talking, though she had more she'd wanted to say.  She just looked at the strange white haired female, and waited to see what sort of strangeness this was.  If it was Tori's friend, and she was coming along, that was one thing.  If she was just over here for Godess knows what reason, she would have to be shooed away.  She had the look of a frail flower, all those bright tattoos on that bright white skin.  She didn't look very hardy, or like she would fare very well on a trip out into the rough terrain.  

 

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"Hey... I've seen that look before," Torie said, as the small girl approached their table. "But never from a person. What's wrong, do I know you from somewhere?" Torie had travelled all over, and made lots of friends and enemies along the way. Perhaps this was someone she had met before, following her to ask - beg - for help. Torie got down from the table and approached the girl, slowly, with a friendly smile raising her whiskers and alighting her green eyes.

Then she noticed the girl's bare feet.

"Oh, you've been out like that? You must be freezing," she said, and pulled the girl into her luxuriously thick fur for a hug. Then she held the girl at foreleg's length, huge paws that dwarfed her humanoid head sitting on her slim shoulders and rubbing her arms up and down. "Are you hungry? Hey, uh, Levin? Bring us some stew. Something warm," she yelled to the innkeeper behind the bar.

"Why don't we move to a table near the fire, friends?" she said to Lorial and the other stranger. Then she guided the girl closer to the hearth, and gestured to an empty seat.

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