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(True, a zombie doesn't quite describe this rp... Maybe a turtle would be better. *pokes the turtle* Regardless, welcome back. Hope you all had (or are having) a good holiday break!)

(Lookie lookie, I commissioned someone to make a picture of Roxanne and Vordra; http://viper9000.deviantart.com/art/CM-Roxanne-and-Vor-dra-Summoning-shenanigans-580876781)

((Also VERY nice post MM, makes me feel like I'm reading a mix between one of SD's epic RP kickoff posts and one of the Conan books. ^^ ))

Nudging the napping succubus with an elbow, Roxanne began the procress of pushing herself and her large belly upright with the help of her staff. "Up demon, we're here." Waddling towards and then out the door, Roxanne was surprised how bright the city was. Shielding her eyes with a hand, she joined Cassius. "And I thought the sun out here was bright..." Roxanne commented, thankful that their carriage rested in an that was at least slightly shaded thanks to the proximity of its neighboring buildings. Being a warlock, most her clothes were colored black or deep purples and blues which made long periods of exposure to direct sunlight rather uncomfortable especially considering her expanded mass.

Peering outside the carriage but not exiting, Vordra took in her new surroundings. While their journey out here was far from boring, the succubus could only play the same game on same people so many times. Thankfully their escort, Cassius, almost always left some tasty tidbit lurking just beneath the surface of his thoughts which she happily took and replaced with pieces of her own. Unwilling to share her mistress' robes (why bottle up such great curves...) and given the religious nature of their destination, Vordra had prepared for the event that she might need to mask her demonic nature.

Pulling her wings as close to her back as possible, the expectant succubus produced a large heavy hooded cloak from behind the bench she'd occupied with Roxanne and began tying it about her shoulders. That bag of bones Brillux wasn't using it at the moment anyway. Now reasonably cloaked and hooded, the pregnant demon exited their carriage to stand behind Cassius and Roxanne.

(@Viper: Thanks! I wanted it to be worthy of rejuvenating the RP! And yeah, I noticed that picture over on dA; frickin' epic!
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@Firin: Yup! As I said once before, our carriage's make-over was heavily inspired by the T.A.R.D.I.S., though it is unique in its own ways. It is bigger on the inside and it can hide itself when needed, but it doesn't fly or time travel or anything. That'd be way too convenient and OP! Ha-ha! I just wanted our "home" to sort of be a character in and of itself, y'know?)

((Nay, I don't think we should go that far. That would be rather annoying, and in fact it would also be a little on the OP side of things. I just think that it should be a very recognizable locale, sort of like how Hogwarts is almost like a character in Harry Potter by the end because it's familiar and you care so much about it.))

Eric was surprised, and not happy about Vor'dra being up and about in the carriage to do and with whom as she pleased. Weren't summons supposed to go back to...wherever it is that they go once they are no longer needed. He didn't bother asking Roxanne. Everyone welcomed the succubus with opened arms so for now he had to tolerate her presence. He was among the earliest to step outside into their new surroundings, sitting in the coach on top the carriage and enjoying the overhead view of Roxanne, Vord'ra and now Firin.

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"I hate mornings..." Groaned Bela, coming out of carriage. She overheard Firin and had an idea to gain their trust. "Well then, why not hide it? A simple illusion spell won't work in this case. But perhaps a potion? I'd need to look at some books to see if its possible, but between Cassius, Mina, Roxanne and myself, we're bound to find the answer. Speaking of, where is that...Candle Witch? Oh and that guy she was talking to very often."

Name: Narranj'o
Age: 147 (21 by human standards)
Class: Thief/Rogue
Appearance:
Humanoid

Draconic Forme

Girlfriend: None yet
((I hope a humanoid character would fit just as well as a human character in this case))

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Another glorious day in the Sunlands. Narranj'o was pleased as the sun warmed his lustrous lime green scales. He engaged in a series of stretches to shake off the remnants of last night's slumber. With a final flick of his tail, he slunk into town to do what he did best: plunder, pickpocket, and turn a tidy profit.

It started innocently enough with a stray apple plucked while he had the vendor's attention, chatting with him about the glory of Solia. Ha ha ha, how easy it was to sway people in this city with but a simple name. He walked off crunching into his ill-gotten breakfast, clicking throatily to himself as he scoped the marketplace for targets to relieve of their shimmering burdens.

It wasn't until mid morning that an odd, rickety caravan wagon caught his eye. Being an accomplished thief in the area, he kept tabs on all trade caravans that passed through, and he certainly did not remember this one within the past few moons. Taking a sip of cool water from his leather canteen, he picked a nearby eave in an adjacent alley and proceeded to watch the wagon for any signs of life. It may not prove lucrative, but above his own coffers he valued his skin most of all. For if there were new people in the area, they may end up poaching such an exotic creature for Echidna knows what.

The sahuagin would bide his time until he could learn of these newcomers...

((And I'm using the Greek Myth Echidna as his deity. Like Eve, but for monster kind))

((Well, it would end up being a double-edged sword the less friendly he is with his would-be comrades. His draconic form is straight up a Tigrex from the Monster Hunter series, and they are known to be fast, wild, and savage creatures. He would just be a whirling dervish of destruction in the beginning, attacking indiscriminately. It wouldn't be until much further down the line where his other form would prove a boon in combat))

"Antidotes of that nature should be fine but the brood within our bellies reacts to the slightly hint of magic so we must steer clear of potions created by magic." Roxanne says, rubbing her chin in thought as she ponders the content of various potions. However her train of thought was quickly derailed as yet another of Vor'dra's ideas hit its mark.

"Clothes go on the same way they come off, human." Vor'dra replied, playfully flipping the lancer off. This action however proved Eric's point as an even bigger gap opened in the front of the succubus' disguise revealing great bountiful tracks of her beautiful curvaceous purple flesh. "You expect too much of this simple rag, all it had to hide before was a bag of bones..."

"But we've never met the guy? What if he arrests you just for mentioning Cassius' name?" Roxanne sputtered, hoping to keep Eric by her side.