Luck Pt. 02 - Preparation

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Preparation

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Talos awoke to the rooster crowing in the distance. Thin rays of orange light seeped through the shutters of his rented room, signaling the days beginning. As he was custom to doing, he lifted his legs to the side and rose out of bed before having to consciously will his body to do so.

As he was redressing, he thought back to the events of last night across the street in the tavern. Although he tried not to reveal it, he felt bad for Alanna, the young enchantress he assumed hailed from the college in Catriona. Being young and stupid was part of life; and paying for your mistakes when you're young is the only way he knew how to grow up. It's how he was raised, having no good father figure to show him the correct order of things.

He silently wished that Alanna would see the errors of her ways and return to Catriona empty handed rather than join him at the gate. She would weigh down his expedition, and judging from how simply he shut her off from his thoughts last night, she had little to nothing to offer him if they ran into trouble out there.

Talos once again mentally went down the list of items he needed before his journey south, but was surprised when he came up short. Just water, feed for the horse, and maybe a grindstone if he's lucky. Fishing his sword belt through the loop, he glanced briefly at the heavy oak pommel on his bastard sword before heading downstairs, ready to meet the day.

The hall of the inn was quiet except for the innskeeper brewing what he could smell was a stew full of the towns produce and assorted parts from a pig. A few candles were still lit around the dim room, the sounds and smells of the morning streets of the town creeping gently through the small square windows ringing the tops of the walls. He trundled over to the innkeep, still not fully woken. She introduced herself as Rebecca yesterday, right? He always tried to greet people he'd rarely see with their name, bewildering them or causing them to mentally curse for not remembering his. He loved the look on their faces.

"Good mornin', Rebecca. How's the stew?", Talos greeted with a smile, taking the closest stool to her.

Her face tilted his way, showing the scars and wrinkles of a long life lived in a hard place. "'s still a'brewin, gi' it another couple minutes and it shouldn't be bad. Did you find e'rything alright sir?"

Talos smirked; she didn't remember his name. There was more power in a name than people led themselves to believe. Sure, they're just arbitrary letters strung together by a parent at the child's birth, and he wouldn't care about the letter "T" just as Rebecca wouldn't care about the letter "R". But he knew that a name is sacred. You go your whole life answering to it when called, looking around the room when you hear it uttered. It's personal; it's how you know who you are when you're little and all you know otherwise is that water is wet and the yellow striped bugs hurt when they bite you.

"I did madam, thank you. The bed was surprisingly comfortable as well." Talos looked around the room, wishing he had that map from yesterday. He looked on Rebecca's back with tired eyes as she stirred the large pot. "So, any news around town worth hearing?"

She turned her face again briefly, "Nothin' much 'appens 'ere that'd interest you I'm 'fraid. The cocks keep a crowin', the sun happened to rise today, an' the tax man will be aroun' soon, " she declared, soon turning back to her pot.

"That time of year, I guess," he replied, not really knowing when a tax man is supposed to show up. Rebecca opened a cupboard with a loud creak, brought down a bowl and served Talos piping hot stew, the smells of ginger, beets, and pork immediately announcing their existence to his nose. She smiled at him briefly as she returned to the pot and stirred a bit more.

"Say, if a man were looking to venture south into the badlands, what advice could you give him?" Talos asked, waiting for his bowl to cool down some.

She turned fully to him this time, lips slightly parted. "I'd 'ell 'im 'eres nothin' worth adventurin' south fer as all the wastes can offa is death. If it ain't the Orcs that'd get ya then it's the bugs, or the 'eat if you're lucky." she paused, looking sadly towards the counter.

Talos smiled sadly, trying to feel sympathy in the old innkeep's words. He slurped his far-too-hot stew for a couple moments before returning the thought.

"And if he was incessant and decided to go any way?" he smirked, the innkeep avoiding eye contact.

"I'd 'ell 'im 'es a moron for even thinkin' about it." Rebecca shook her head and walked away from Talos slowly before picking up a broom.

He knew it was bad, of course; the towns here this close to the border must have had one or two Orc raids just in the past year, and with Rebecca's age she's probably seen damn well near a hundred.

He slurped down the stew and begin standing up, fishing out a copper and placing it on the counter before walking to the door. With his back towards the innkeeper, Talos smirked and replied,

"Thanks, Rebecca. I'll be sure to tell him that he's a moron."

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Alanna woke with a thunderous headache, the rays of the mid-morning sun warming her face as she attempted to shoo them away. Failing to do so, she rolled over away from the window and placed two fingers to her head, casting a small restoration spell on herself to reduce the pain.

"I really, really shouldn't have drank that much," Alanna thought as the gentle magic flowed through her temple to the back of her skull, briefly soothing her. She thought back to the previous night as the worst of the pain left her head, and moaned audibly.

That man knew her whole damn life story without using an ounce of magic. Furthermore, he was right; she needed to use this morning to shop for useful clothes at a tailor, and hope the market stalls had appropriate supplies for food. Looking over to her backpack on the wall, she thought that she'd probably need a much larger one, and more waterskins to boot. Using every ounce of her willpower, she sat up in bed and looked down at her clothes.

How stupid was she to wear these clothes to the borderlands, Alanna pondered to herself. The black, thin skirt which hugged her hips, but cut away at her thighs on both sides. The heavy black boots that, while looking fantastic, were more suitable for a brothel than for the wilderness. And a bright red corset; really?

It all made much more sense to her when she knew everything and was an unstoppable force in the world. You know, before yesterday. Her original plan seemed perfectly reasonable as she thought of it on the way here. While the Orcs were strong, they were also dim-witted; meaning, she could charm or enchant any Orc she came across, maybe show them some skin or give them a quick grope of her assets and she could have whatever she wanted from them.

Some part of her pre-sorceress mind knew it was a terrible plan, though, and the man... Talos, affirmed those fears. She rose from bed with another moan and swayed over to the chamber pot, squatting over it and displacing her black panties to relieve herself.

Pushing her soft panties to cover herself once more, she slowly put on her clothes from the previous night. She decided to find a tailor first, as getting clothes fitted to her curvaceous body would likely be the most challenging aspect of her morning. She sighed as she tightened her corset around her torso, her inner-sorceress saddened by the thought of selling it.

Graduating from the college, just a year ago, she was excited to finally dress as her favorite enchantresses do. Most clothing women wore was boring; drably-colored dresses hiding their entire body, covering all the way to the wrists and falling entirely to the floor. In this world, her beautiful professor's words singing in the back of her head, only sorceresses have the power to dress beautifully without being harassed.

She opened her backpack and brought her brush to her hair, stroking it softly several dozen times. Hair, too, was something a sorceress could be proud of. Women of this world wore their hair tied up behind their head, but only a sorceress, or a brothel worker, wore their hair down. It was a sign of independence, with the biggest benefit of course was allowing her to stand out. Looking into her faint reflection in the window, she sighed contentedly seeing that her bright hair survived the night mostly untangled, and placed her brush back in her pack.

Alanna walked downstairs and poured herself some water to combat her persistent headache. The hall of the inn looked homely, but could use more color on the walls, Alanna thought. The small windows at the top of the walls brought in more sunlight than they had any right to, causing her to squint as she strutted over to the counter subconsciously.

"... never understood how a witch could feel comfortable wearing so little." she heard the wrinkled innkeep think as Alanna pointed towards the stew. "Morning," she greeted.

"Mornin'," the old woman replied with a grunt as she poured Alanna some of the lukewarm stew. Alanna smelt the strong smell of garlic and pork from the bowl, and another flavor she couldn't recognize.

Alanna forced herself to drink the stew quickly and left the inn, ignoring the thoughts of the other inn-goers as she casually strut out the door.

It only took Alanna a couple of minutes to locate the tailor in the small town, what with its large sign of a shirt and pants hanging from the doorway. She looked up at the sky and noted the suns position; still about two or three hours until mid-day, fortunately.

She twisted the knob on the door of the tailor and walked inside, shutting the door behind her with a heavy thud.

"Hi there! What can I do fer ya?" the jovial man behind the counter greeted her in his likely oft-practiced line he probably repeated dozens of times a day. She resisted the urge to read the man, knowing it'd likely just digust her.

"Hey there," Alanna replied in her smoky voice she used to get her way, "I'm looking for some new travel clothes and wondering if you can help me. As you can see," she gestured with an open palm to her corset and dress, twisting her lower half to the side to give him a better look at her naked thigh, "my outfit isn't exactly suited for the road." She pushed her voluptuous ass out behind her and rested her gesturing hand on her hip.

The shopkeep gulped once, stammering out "And w-what did you have in mind?", his eyes undecided on where they should be focused.

She had him. The rotund shopkeep obviously hasn't been visited by a mage in some time, and likely had never seen a woman so beautiful walk into his shop. Alanna carefully laid out her thoughts on her new clothes to the tailor.

"All of that is certainly doable, my lady," the shopkeep replied, "but you'll have to see Joanna down the street for shoes. Of course, it don't come free."

"Of course," Alanna replied appealingly, "Will two silver imperials will suffice?"

"Only if you're throwing something else in too," the tailor thought lustfully. Alanna noted this as she magically charmed the man with her other hand hidden behind her.

"The work will be custom to fit your... form, m'lady. No fewer than eight imperials."

"And if I let your hand slip as you're taking measurements, I imagine we can agree on four imperials," Alanna stated with a smirk.

The tailor's rough hands opened up subconsciously as he looked her up and down. "Agreed, miss," he croaked as he hobbled over to the far wall to grab his measuring sticks.

Alanna knew what the man would do by this time, of course. She was writing thoughts to his mind like a monk writes a book. She prodded his mind where she wanted it to go, and pushed away thoughts she found unpleasant.

"... if I could get that slut in the back room..." Nope. She instead encouraged the tailor to take a hands-on approach to measuring her form in the front room, while still allowing her to keep her clothes on.

The man worked professionally at first, measuring the length of her legs, width of her hips, thighs, and ankles. As he stood back up, he placed the palm of his right hand on her ass and gently squeezed. Alanna let out a soft moan, pretending to enjoy his touch. With his left, he started to unlace her corset...

Wait, what? Alanna turned her head around in an instant to question the man.

"Just to get an accurate measurement, m'lady," the tailor said hoarsely, running his left hand along the side of her torso as he measured her waist and bust with the other hand, now free from her butt. Shortly thereafter, he dropped the measuring sticks loudly on the ground and ran both hands to Alanna's tits, squeezing what they could with the corset still mostly on. He was close to her now, prodding her ass with his tool, separated by their clothes.

She stuck her ass out further, grinding slowly against him as his hands traced the sides of her body back down to her thighs. He gently but firmly parted her legs as one hand moved to her inner thigh and he began to thrust back against her curvacious ass. She moaned softly once more and giggled, then pushed away from him with both hands and turned to face him.

"All done?" she asked innocently, glancing at his rigid member strain against his pants as she crossed her arms.

The man grunted, obviously displeased. "Come back in an hour, maybe two. The top and cloak will be simple. His eyes drifted towards her legs once more, "The pants will need some work." Alanna smiled again and strutted out the door.

Alanna passed her remaining time gathering the remainder of what Talos told her to get. She just now started to wonder why her mind decided without her to unquestiongly join the man in his travels.

"He'll be an invaluable asset out there," she thought as she attempted to convince herself, but was still lightly disturbed by how easily he was able to make her cry last night at the tavern. "I need him."

She visited the cobbler Joanna first, trading her beautiful thigh boots for a comfortable pair of leather walking boots that barely extended past her ankles. Her boots would be worth ten times more than her new pair of shoes back in the empire, but out here on the frontier goods were valued on their durability and usefulness rather than their looks. At the market, she found an appropriate backpack, made of the fur from a brown bear, which cost her her old leather backpack and eight coppers. Attaching her bedroll to the new backpack was simple, and all of her items fit in the new pack with plenty of room to spare.

Her food, consisting of nuts, jerky, and hardbread set her back an additional fourteen coppers as she started to feel her purse getting light. Only four silver imperials and two coppers left; just enough to pay the tailor. With the two remaining coppers she purchased a couple extra waterskins as she headed back to the jovial tailor.

She looked up at the sky; the sun looked to be mid-day, and she picked up the pace to the tailor hoping that he was complete with his work. She was relieved when she entered the shop to find him just finishing the stiching on her new brown leather travel pants.

"Oh my, thank you!" Alanna exclaimed out of breath as she placed her remaining four silver imperials on the shop desk and kicked off her new boots. She picked up the blouse and turned away from the man to start taking off her corset. All manner of nasty thoughts entered the shopkeep's mind, but Alanna didn't particularly have time for modesty. Her breasts fell heavily as she removed her top, and grabbed a roll of cloth from her pack which she wrapped around her massive tits several times. Next, she pulled the blouse over her arms and quickly buttoned it, having to leave the top button undone due to her breasts stretching the fabric.

Nice. It clung to her waist snugly but not too tight, though she disliked the tan color. She turned back around towards the tailor and shrugged her arms, getting his quick opinion. It seemed that she sent the man back in time before language was invented, since all he could do was grunt with approval. Next, she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her skirt and slid it down her perfect white legs, bending over so the shopkeep could easily look down her blouse. When she got back up, his eyes were fixated on her exposed black panties.

She grabbed the leather pants, a deep shiny brown, and slipped her legs into them. They were tight, supposedly fitting her form perfectly, and she had to work at pulling them up. Alanna hopped several times while pulling the leather up, her tits heaving under her top. She examined the pants once they were on, and smiled; they were simple, sure, but showed off enough where she still felt good. The lacing on the sides near the top was a fun touch; if she was wearing a smaller top, it would show her naked skin instead of the tan blouse. Finally, she wrapped her matching leather belt around her waist and pulled the deep red cloak over her shoulders.

She looked at the tailor again, feeling a bit sorry for him as his cock bulged in his pants. This isn't how she planned the day going, changing clothes in front of an almost complete stranger. She thanked him again, put her boots back on, and left the shop quickly, jogging while shoving the corset and skirt in her pack. While on the move, she found her hair got in her face more than she liked, and quickly tied it back into a ponytail.

She glanced into a puddle as she splashed through it, astonished how she looked like some ordinary traveler rather than a sorceress, the copper and ruby circlet on her head the only giveaway of her status. A voluptuous beauty of a traveler, but one nonetheless.

She reached the main gate and scanned quickly for Talos but couldn't find him. Oh no; was she too late? Did he leave without her? She was already tired and breathed quickly, now realizing that the clothes weren't going to fix all of her mobility problems.

"Alanna!"

She quickly turned towards the unexpected exclamation of her name and smiled. Talos was walking nonchalantly towards her, gently holding the reins of his chestnut horse.

"Sorry I'm late," she exhaled when he got closer. She looked him up and down; he was a good half foot taller than herself, clad in thick dark leather and chain, and still wearing that grin. He was even more handsome in the light of day, with his light brown hair parted in the center and resting on his shoulders, eyes piercing her with the colors of a springtime forest.

"No problem," Talos replied, his eyes scanning her in approval. "Figured you'd show."

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FranziskaSissyFranziskaSissyover 1 year ago

Now the journey and the adventure tour is starting ...... This will take her down to her roots , as desserts mountians badlands will drain her oh jeah orcs

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up11pendragonup11pendragonover 6 years ago
Good Story

I cannot wait to read the rest. Try to edit more thoroughly, as it will aid the flow of the words as they are written. If you pay attention to the differences between the present and past tenses, and their participles, you will have a majority of errors conquered...

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