Your best chance [April 3010] (Maalik)
Apr 7, 2018 19:39:19 GMT -5
Post by Firiel on Apr 7, 2018 19:39:19 GMT -5
April 3010
8:35pm
The haul had been a massive one, even between the five boats. The lands of the northern lords had been quite generous this trip. They’d keep a small amount for themselves of course, but most of the massive haul was going to the dark lord in the north. Rumor was he was planning something massive, and was in need of labor and goods. Fíriel was more than happen to do so for the soon to be ruler of Middle Earth. At least in this port humans were taking the goods and not orcs. They tended to be massively annoying and rude to say the least. Getting into a fight with an orc wasn’t out of the ordinary, but she didn’t have the desire to get their foul blood upon her blades.
The smell of pipe weed billowed from the establishment that she was currently residing at. Fíriel propped her crossed feet on the balcony of the harim. Normally she’d light up herself, but she’d left the fancy carved pipe she’d looted from the corpse of a hobbit on the ship. There was large deal of laughter coming from behind and a petite set of hands slowly placed themselves upon her shoulders. Fingers slowly moved to give her shoulders a rub. Reaching up to grab on the hands, Fíriel pulled the slender brunette girl onto her lap with a smile. She was dressed in fine red silks from almost head to toe, it was a shame it covered her beautiful tanned skin. The women in this port were some of the best in the area. Fíriel found the women in these parts to be the best in all of Middle Earth.
“Well aren’t you just fine looking apple.” The dark haired pirate said running her index finger along the side of woman’s silky robes. She wanted to take the woman back to the room and take her. “Have you ever thought of a life at sea love?” Fíriel said with a sly grin on her face. Naturally she wasn’t serious about taking the woman onto the boat, there wasn’t really a place for her besides her cabin. Then there would be the fact the others would get jealous, which would get messy and Fíriel just didn’t want to deal with that. Moral on the boat was paramount, infighting wouldn’t help anything.
Raising a cup to her lips, the warm wine hit her waiting lips, filling her a delicious warm feeling. The wine was some of the best in these parts as well. Whenever they stole some she was sure to keep a barrel or two for herself. After lowering the cup from her mouth the brunette woman moved her arm to around Fíriel’s neck and leaned in to kiss off the extra liquid.
8:35pm
The haul had been a massive one, even between the five boats. The lands of the northern lords had been quite generous this trip. They’d keep a small amount for themselves of course, but most of the massive haul was going to the dark lord in the north. Rumor was he was planning something massive, and was in need of labor and goods. Fíriel was more than happen to do so for the soon to be ruler of Middle Earth. At least in this port humans were taking the goods and not orcs. They tended to be massively annoying and rude to say the least. Getting into a fight with an orc wasn’t out of the ordinary, but she didn’t have the desire to get their foul blood upon her blades.
The smell of pipe weed billowed from the establishment that she was currently residing at. Fíriel propped her crossed feet on the balcony of the harim. Normally she’d light up herself, but she’d left the fancy carved pipe she’d looted from the corpse of a hobbit on the ship. There was large deal of laughter coming from behind and a petite set of hands slowly placed themselves upon her shoulders. Fingers slowly moved to give her shoulders a rub. Reaching up to grab on the hands, Fíriel pulled the slender brunette girl onto her lap with a smile. She was dressed in fine red silks from almost head to toe, it was a shame it covered her beautiful tanned skin. The women in this port were some of the best in the area. Fíriel found the women in these parts to be the best in all of Middle Earth.
“Well aren’t you just fine looking apple.” The dark haired pirate said running her index finger along the side of woman’s silky robes. She wanted to take the woman back to the room and take her. “Have you ever thought of a life at sea love?” Fíriel said with a sly grin on her face. Naturally she wasn’t serious about taking the woman onto the boat, there wasn’t really a place for her besides her cabin. Then there would be the fact the others would get jealous, which would get messy and Fíriel just didn’t want to deal with that. Moral on the boat was paramount, infighting wouldn’t help anything.
Raising a cup to her lips, the warm wine hit her waiting lips, filling her a delicious warm feeling. The wine was some of the best in these parts as well. Whenever they stole some she was sure to keep a barrel or two for herself. After lowering the cup from her mouth the brunette woman moved her arm to around Fíriel’s neck and leaned in to kiss off the extra liquid.