The Village at the Edge of the World (NSFW) (Open)

[Mental-Mouse]

End Haven, The so call Village at the Edge of The World, is no where near as dreary or fraught with peril was one would expect. Its not even on the edge of the world. Its just the name Humans have given the village to mark the furthest point of their vast empire and the "civilized" lands.

The Village is a fairly busy trading out post, despite being rather remote.
Caravans frequently make stops so as to load up on the rare goods the lands beyond offer. Adventurers are also a common sight due to the riches and excitement that can be found beyond the walls of End Haven.

The Village has all that one would expect. A Tavern, Blacksmith, Temple, General Store and so on.

Races: Pretty much your common fantasy fare here. Anthropomorphic animals are considered an uncivilized species closer to animal than man. With all the power instinct entails. (For more exotic races such as demons/devils, dragons and so on. I'd like to have a discussion on the character before entry)

Society: It is pretty generic as far as social norms go for a fantasy setting. Particular to End Haven is a tendency to value masculinity an masculine attributes over others. Entailing a manner of discrimination against women folk. A lot of this having to do with its remote, adventurer influenced population.

Magic: Is performed through incantations, gestures or a combination coupled with will. It is mentally and physically exhausting to use. (Exceptions for particular races if you think it applies to your character. Once more PM me for talks)

Mpreg: Its not a naturally occurring event. Curses, either by Gods, thier priests or Magic-Users though can create a situation where the condition is quite easily achieved. Potions of Fertility and so on can also have this effect. Generally though it is a taboo subject in society. Hermaphroditic types are present in all species, though they tend to be rather rare in the "Civilized" races/societies.

Positions Are Open in the Village if someone desires to have a character already established in the area. Just PM me and we can talk about how to set things up.

If this gets big enough I will start a Thread in the Bio Forum so we can keep things in order.


I hope this manages to get going. I'd like to create a small universe for folks to play in.
Imma also try and use this RP to craft some ideas for drawing.

[Mental-Mouse]

-Bio-

Name: Morgan

Race: Elf

Background: Where most elves seem to be serene and long in action, Morgan is surly and sarcastic as well as an terrible womanizer. Currently he finds himself in End Haven due to a particular set of habits in his travels. As far as any matter or training goes, he is a capable thief and magic-user.

Pregnant: No
If Yes How:
Months Along:
Number of Womb Occupants:

-Morgan, for lack of a better term, is on the run. End Haven, the last place he hopes anyone to come looking for him, is perhaps his last and best hope to escape the legion of women and their half-elven buns from throwing him over a cliff. Adorned in a simple tunic and slacks he barges into the local tavern with all the manners and decorum of a drunken ogre.- "Seriously...where does one get a drink around here!?"

[IrishGreen]

-Bio-

Name: Gaib
Race: Doll
Background: He lost his memory by falling off slippery rocks. A wizard found him and healed him, then set him pff after about a week. He found himself in End Haven after wandering for a long while.
Pregnant: no
If so how:
Months along:
# Of babies in womb:

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Gaib cleaned off table after table. Washing dishes, serving, and cleaning wasnt really his thing but what else could he do? In this town he was lucky to even have a job; He may not have liked working in a bar but you get what you get.

Day in and day out he'd watch sober people come in then leave like mentally unstable people. The nicest looking men came in all perfect then left desheveled, and every mess they made he had to clean up. Even if the boss hit him when he wasnt working right, it didnt matter just as long as he got paid no matter how little.

Usually the people that came in were regulars but today some elf walked in. He'd never seen the guy but sighed when he called for a drink. Gaib hoped the bartender was here tonight and his hopes dropped a minute or two when no one emerged from the back room. He sighed and went over behind the counter and looked at the elf.

Slowly and hesitantly he opened his mouth and asked the simple silent question, "What would you like?"

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The elf, being of strange mind and fine (atleast to himself) body, replied with a snap of his fingers and a pointing at whatever random bottle was lying about. He wasn't exactly sure what he was pointing at but this method has never failed him. Though when your option is to simply get drunk and enjoy yourself, its hard to fail.

"And make it snappy pretty boy." Morgan stated with no small manner of snark and rather profound "uppitness" Though maybe that is to be expected of an elf. Though usually its in an elitist, calm manner.
"And just bring the bottle. I don't need any cups. Seriously. Just the bottle.."

[IrishGreen]

Gaib nodded, "Just as long as you have the money to pay...", then he went and grabbed the bottle of strong Scotch achohal and handed it to him. Quickly after he hurried back to cleaning before the boss came out and yelled at him for not doing his job. He was pretty sure the bartender had passed out in the back again, like always; leaving him to do his job for him. It wasnt really fair, but no one really cared now did they. Something nagged in the back of his mind telling him he had somewhere to be, that someone was looking for him, but like everyday he ignored it and shook his head.

Gaib took the dishbin back into the backroom, looking at the elf when he passed, then started cleaning the achohal smelling dishes. The smeel seemed to stain them because it didnt go away; no matter how hard he would scrub. Once done he went back out and with the bucket and began collecting other dishes he hadnt gotten.

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"Seriously? Ofcourse I have the money you strange and oddly creepy beer boi." Morgan snarked back at Gab. He didn't even thank the poor lady when he snagged the bottle. Its cock was gone somewhere else before the container was even brought to his lips. The mind inhibitin' liquid flooding down the elf's gullet like some manner of bottomless waterfall! Sure, it burned on the way down! But thats how its suppose to be right!?

So like a completely improper to sterotype elf, he had downed the bottle in such a short span of time that his stomach failed to tell his brain that maybe it was time to stop. This message, carried by frantic and nervous electric impulses never made it to the brain proper. So they were stopped by now disorderly, woozey brain cells. It was than nothing short of a miracle that Morgan was able to articulate "Moar" and stay mostly seated upon the bar stool his read decided to occupy.

[IrishGreen]

Gaib left the bin on a table and walked back over to the elf. It was near closing time so he hoped the guy would leave soon. When ever someone passed out in the bar at closing time the boss layed it on him as a responcibility. Usually he'd take them to a church or hotel, but most of the time to his house. He didnt have enough money to get a room for some guy, and not enough energy to drag someone to the church which was on the other side of town and slightly out of it. His house was closer.

Gaib sighed softly and grabbed another bottle. He placed it infront of him and took the empty on to the garbage. Slowly he made sure the man wasnt going to fall from his chair just yet, he knew they guy would eventually, then went back to gothering dishes.

[Mental-Mouse]

As was previously stated, this bottle did not last long. It infact was gone sooner than the first. Maybe it was just smaller. It wasn't. He just was drunk enough that he lost some muscular reflex and the stuff flowed likes a sweet sweet river of inebriation. A state head knew quite well as do most people around him knew or learned quickly.

His speech was more than heavily slurred at this point. "Moar." Coming more as. "Roar" Which is to say it did not make any sense at all. Thankfully, his body was so use to this state that he had some manner of autocorrection to keep him from falling back off a stool...though this reflex usually meant a faceplant upon the bartop...which was what happened with a solid thunk.

[IrishGreen]

Gaib jumped a little at the small thud from across the room, he looked over to see the elf passed out. He mutter to himself inaudibly, so it just looked like he was moving his lips. He picked up the bin and brought into the back room and once again cleaned the beer stained glasses; happy it was the last batch. He walked out to the front room and threw the used bottle away. Then went over to the door and locked it so no one would come in. He planned to use the back door then once out wth the guy he'd lock that.

Gaib walked back over to the elf and nudged him a bit, "Sir its closing time." He knew his words hadnt hit him because of how quiet he was, but hopefully the nudge did the trick to wake him a little, just so he didnt have to drag the fellow all the way.

[Mental-Mouse]

It no quickly moving deep into the night and without the ability to properly articulate anything beyond a grunt or groan, Morgan just did both of the previously stated. His body...oozing, being the best way to describe this manner of movement, offa the chair and mostly to his feet. Having to proper himself up against the bar. He mumbled something. There was no chance in his current state to understand the various sounds he made in his poor attempts to communicate. And, in his addled mind, thinking he was being ignored...he attempted to move. Which resulted in his face once more heading towards a hard, wooden object.

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Gaib watched as the scene before him took place; as if it was in slow motion. Technically it was, for the elf anyway. He hadnt moved to stop him from falling, already knowing it was futile if he did, but once they guy hit the floor he hoisted him to his feet and put his arm over his shoulder, making he way out the back door.

Gaib locked the door then turned both himself and the body to face the darkness of the night. Slowly he moved, alert to any sounds and possible gangs or theives. He made sure his pase was silent and slow, so he would go unnoticed. He always felt like this at night, like something was going to get him. It was unnerving to him.

Soon Gaib found himself half dragging the elf down the fimiliar forest path to his small 1 bedroom house he had built. It had all he needed, and he could possible ad more in his spare time, if he wanted to that is. He entered the house with his guest and brought him the the bedroom amd layed him down on the comfertable bed he'd saved up for. He planned on sleeping on the couch and where he had other blankets as he cover up the elf.

[Mental-Mouse]

[Will have to at some point a time progression mechanic. Just Fyi]

If it was a comfy bed, Morgan did not notice. He barely noticed anything as he was dragged away. Even the face planting barely getting a note. Nope, the only thing he seemed to notice was that he was without a bottle of brain cell killing liquid. So it was that after only a few minutes of layin upon a bed of comfy...that he stumbled his way offa it. By some miracle only tripping a few times as he made his way towards where ever. He was as likely to end up going out a window as he was a door frame.

[IrishGreen]

((kk))

Gaib was just putting the blanket on his couch when he caught sight of the figure. Not wanting some guy wandering around at night, let alone in his house, Gaib quickly caught him and put him back on the bed a bit more harshly. "No" he grumbled at the elf. He knew the guy would either pass out or refuse and get back up. So he stood by the bed to make sure he didnt blunder off somewhere.

[Mental-Mouse]

"Nu? Nu whauts" Mogan slurred as he slumped against Gaib. His hands starting to wander over the boi that did not look anything like a boi to his double deep beer goggled eyes. Maybe his sense of touch should have told him something. Something like, Danger Will Robinson Danger its a Trap. Nope, no such thing happened as he fell against the other male type person. "Na' bea a gewd grl an' git meh a 'ink." Such being accented by a pair of booty groping hands.

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Gaib blushed and removed the hands, embarassed. "I dont have any drinks here sir." he said. He wished the guy would just go to bed already; but by the way this guy was acting it didnt seem like that would happen. His heart thumped against his chest, like a boucey ball hitting the floor repeatedly. He shook his head and started to cover they elf back up.

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"Shhhh...thats koo hwonydull. Uja thangs wa can du" Morgan muttered as he got all kinds of handsy. The kinda handsy that one can do when only in a certain state of the drunken stupor. "Za gulz. Da' luuv meh." He muttered as if mentioning his previous (and rather disaster prone) previous lovers meant anything besides his inability to keep thangs in his pants and other important actions. Like pulling out and not leaving a trail of bastard kids from one end of the world to the other.

[IrishGreen]

Gaib shuttered and whined a little. What the heck was going on, on minute he was putting the elf to sleep and the next he was being felt up? Yeah similar things had happened before but no one EVER took there sweet time,please why would they want to. Once again Gaib tried removing the hands but it didnt work, they were moving and not stopping. So with nothing else to do he just stood there waiting for they guy to get to tired to continue, and he waited, and waited. The longer he waited the more his body started reacting, and the more he regretted not taking they guy to a church.

[Mental-Mouse]

Though it too might have been a bad idea to leave him at the local temple. It might either repulse him from its innards...or the local female priest types would be having a surprise in a few months. So, all things considered it was still a good call to drag him here. Maybe? Kinda...actually helping this Elf at all was a pretty bad move. O well, dems the ropes as they say.

"Zo, us dat a yeees?" Morgan stumbling his words out like a fat guy going down hill. His hands continuing the groping and poking and general lewd and improper actions..

[IrishGreen]

Gaib glared, which really did nothing because his idea of a glare was simply looking sad and narrowing his eyes. His pupils dialated slightly, the voice in the back of his mind repeating itself 'never again, never ever again' he layed the elf back down on the bed and got ontop, looking down at him angrily. It was happening again, he didnt understand, he wanted to stop, but the smirk on his face prooved he was no long himself. Drunks were so stupid, maybe he should have just left the guy in the place and take the beating when he went back to work? Who knows.

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The elf just, for his part, looked up at Gaib blankly. As if he was just looking at the lovely roof above him. His hands gripping the gluts of the other still. "Swo...I swas 'giht." Morgan slurred out as he failed to note any impending danger to his current predicament. "Wells...luts 'et surted."