I Know What You Did Last Night [Senghor Vilhjalmr]

by **Nairani** on April 8th, 2013, 9:42 pm

Spring, 46, 513 AV

This was a very, ah, unusual situation to say the very least.

Nairani didn't really remember how she got there. Everything was kind of a blue. When she opened her eyes, it took multiple blinks to clear that strange haze clouding her vision. When she tried to move, every limb felt like it was being weighed down by lead. Really, everything was swimming. The world was made of liquid and she was swimming with an anchor attatched to her feet.

"Aughh ... ," groaned the Benshira, uselessly flopping to her side to comfort the peculiar swaying of her uneasy stomach. It didn't help much ... but the pillow felt nice against the side of her chin, the bedfur supportive beneath her folded elbow, the arm draped over her lithe, naked torso warm and rugged ... -

- Wait.

Arm?

A green eye rolled backwards. Another figure loomed in her peripheral vision ... His chest rose and fell against her backside. Nairani could feel his warm breath against her bare neck. The sensation and contact made her quiver. Or maybe it was because of the residual alcohol trying leaving her system. Whatever the case, the brown-haired desert nomad uttered a startled mewl and rolled hastily over ... promptly losing whatever was left of the mattress beneath her. Nakedness was struck with the cool air of a dew-filled dawn - a brief and quelling sensation. And then she hit the ground and knocked her head.

"Crud ... ," she mumbled, voice hush hush to keep her sleeping partner from stirring, though she doubted her loud Thud! went unheard. Thud is a very powerful word. "Crud!" She scrambled quickly to all-fours despite the sudden rubbery status of her legs. Nairani hurriedly snatched at the bedfur, wrapping it about to conceal her tanned light frame. In doing so she peered over the mattress' edge, taking the unknown man's visage into full account with a raised brow.

I need to get drunk more often ... , she thought with amusement, tracing over his cut body with her eyes. He was certainly a looker, no doubt! Skin dark in hue, dark hair cut short ... Maybe it was the trace amount of liquor still lurking through her veins, but the synapses in her brain snapped and crackled with excitement.

And then the part of her that was still rational backslapped her across the face.

Snap out of it!

Shaking her head, the Benshira took a quick glance around the room. Their clothes were strewn all about the floor. One of Nairani's sandles was strung up on the door somehow while the other - and Nairani laughed at this - still clung to her foot. Her pack, though. Where was her pack? She re-positioned herself awkwardly on the floor, one leg accidentally swinging out from beneath her. Dainty toes struck a bottle that had been, at one point, filled to the brim with booze. It rolled loudly on the ground. Nairani drew in a harsh breath as it smacked against the wall with an obnoxious Clank!

Well, so much for being quiet.

by **Vladimir Balsam** on April 9th, 2013, 12:54 pm

Vladimir was waking up out of a deep deep sleep. His head felt all woozy and he couldn't remember much of what happened the night before. All he knew was that he didn't like the feeling he was feeling right now.

Had he gotten into another brawl at the tavern? Had he brought home anyone?

He looked around himself but noticed that he was at home alone. *phew* what a relief that was. Vladimir made sure not to move his head too much because it hurt like hell; also did his wrist, his left eye and his right leg.

Yeah must have been a pretty good brawl; Vladimir thought to himself. Maybe one of these days he would learn that fighting when you are drunk is not a good idea. Apparently though he though it was; no matter how fragile his body was. Vladimir's stomach was upset. How much did he drink last night, he never ever feels this hungover. He very slowly and carefully turned around and looked at the bedside table, and there was a note on it and his bag of money. A letter for me? Vladimir thought to himself. I really should not drink so much so I could remember what happens the nights I get drunk.

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on April 9th, 2013, 1:44 pm

A stir came from the male laying comfortably asleep on the mattress, his head moved slightly to the side as he heard a thud and the bedfur move off him, his head laid over his muscular arm he used as a makeshift pillow, his subconscious mind tried to grasp at the bare missing entity his arm had wrapped closely to him and failed as it was gone. Unconsciously he took breath and let his chest rise and fall as a gentle breeze trailed over each definitive muscles he had.

His head jerked to the sound as his ears picked an echo of the thud that blossomed yet all he did was shift position, turning to the side and placing his lonesome hand over the necklace that would have nested over his chest where his sternum laid. Yet his hand grasped nothingness fondling for it and finding nothing. A incoherent murmur tumbled from his sleeping lips as his body felt uneasy, it felt eyes prying at it and it caused him to stir, shift and let his eyes flint as his lids flattered, golden brown hues dim like the mornings dew and slow raise of dawn.

As the bottle slowly moved towards the wall and collided its molded glass figure with the macabre wall, the clang of the bottle to walled flesh caused Senghor's head to rise in defense, confused and agitation, his eyes swayed to the sides and found nothing.

His eyes fell down and gazed at his bare chest, his necklace was missing, gone. The most valuable of his items was gone, tore away as if an extended ligament for his body,

"My necklace... Where!?..." he asked as his eyes peered around the mattress, to the sides and back they searched to no avail, he leaned forward and began to pat the entire mattress to try and find an outline of it.

"Where'd it, argh!!" he shortly groaned in agony as his head was flooded with a tidal wave of pain, his palm shot up and held onto his throbbing skull, he grit his teeth and his eyes seeming scanned the room around him.

'Where am... Ah, damn it, I thought I was done with this!' his thoughts churned as he brought down his hand and placed it between his parted thighs, his pants wrinkled in....

"Wait, how am I still wearing my pants?..." he asked himself lowly as a bead of sweat trailed along his desert skin, his downcast head leveled with the mattress and his eyes saw something peaking at the edge.

'Is she still here?' he asked himself unknowingly, normally a prostitute and whore would have dressed and departed after taking her payment for the pleasant eve' yet there she was, rearing back.

"Hey you!, what'd you doing!?" he asked, his head still thundering from his hangover, as he closed his lips after asking he felt a faint taste linger on his buds, it tasted like alcohol and... cherry?

He shifted his body and felt as his bare feet touch the cold floor, his toes bent as from the chill that run up his legs. Bending slightly he an prying over the mattress, his golden eyes saw a nude figure wrapped in the bedfur, 'Least I know where the warmth went' he told himself jokingly as he moved slowly to the side to attain a better view.

Her skin was tanned, green eyes of emerald beauty, a smaller yet voluptuous figure that enticed his testosterone to flare with excitement,

'Not what I expected' his thoughts played again as he took another step and felt fabric on his foot, it was soft, very soft. As his eyes knowingly fell down to the object beneath his weight, his heel dug into the floor and his entire foot swayed aside.

Their clothing were everywhere yet her undergarments, her most mentionable article of clothing was beneath his foot a chuckle left his lips,

"Must have been fun..." he reminded himself as he bent down to pick it up, bundling it up into a ball, his thick honey-wine voice parted from his thoughts as he stretched out his hand to her crouched figure.

"I believe this..." his head throbbed yet his senses weren't forgotten, they returned and reminded him of his necklace causing him to instantly turn sour, hateful.

"Where's my necklace!!?" he bellowed in rage towards the figure, his eyes flowed in a searching motion as he looked around for his longsword, and bag...

"My bag and sword!?" Senghor Vilhjalmr demanded to know as his eyes flared in rage, his nose picked at the scent of lust?

It wouldn't have been bad, as he looked at her he was overwhelmed by her exotic beauty, she definitely wasn't from around Nyka he observed.

His outstretched arm retracted and held onto her garment in a balled fist, he was hungover, enraged, confused and that pissed him off. All those nights in Sunberth, spent on nothing but women and drink were for naught compared to what he felt, demented-drums laid a morbid tune of thunder as if alight in black flames, screams racked at his mind as his stomach churned in sadness.

Liquor seemed to be cleansing itself from his system, it was agonizing and there he was, his chest thumping to his own drum beat, a thick heavy rhythm of a heart shuddering in worry, probable fear at the loose of his items yet mostly his most valued of items, his necklace, one his very own mother had tirelessly worked on as his father taught him some of what he now knew.

All that wasted time now lost he told himself with a self hatred, he felt his body numb slightly as he held his ground, pain and anxiety weren't two of the most prominent kind for a couple yet those were what the son of the Vilhjalmr name felt at that moment, the world seemed to halt as he took a deep breath to collect his thoughts and reply from her.

by **Vladimir Balsam** on April 15th, 2013, 12:39 pm

((sorry guys for the late post I had some RL issues going on but I should be back full time now ))

Vladimir slowly made his way out of bed and looked around. What the hell had happened here? What had happened to him last night and how the hell did he get home? Vladimir looked around to see if anything was missing from his room. Nope, everything seemed to be in place, he thought to himself. Maybe he had won the fight. Vladimir checked his money sac that he always kept under the bed in a hole in his mattress. He took out the sac and counted the coins that were in there. Nope, there was no more in there than he had and there definitely was no less. Hmmmm … that definitely is weird. He thought to himself… What exactly did happen? Maybe there was someone who could tell him what had exactly happened. Now if he could just remember where he was last night. Vladimir’s head was spinning once again and he slowly sat down on his bed. Now if he could only remember where he was last night and he could go from there. He could ask the Bar tender or he could ask one of the workers. Where did he go … Vladimir didn’t even remembering leaving his room.

by **Vladimir Balsam** on April 16th, 2013, 11:27 pm

Since she had retired, if we aren't going to continue this one and just leave it or to do one between our characters later, just post that we need it to be graded ... There is a place to do it where the threads are.

by **Abstract** on June 19th, 2013, 4:33 pm

Loot, Lore, and Skills!

Senghor :

Vladimir :

Nairani :

This was slightly awkward to grade, but I'm going to assume you got your stuff back Seng. Since it was only one post, I really couldn't give you much...Please PM me if you have any questions, concerns, or comments!

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