Ride The Lightning
EXP: 166,794, Level: 17
Level completed: 83%,
EXP required for next Level: 3,206
The distractions transpiring behind Storm on the dock were a welcome clutter; the mayhem ensured him safe departure alongside his escorts, both the seamen attendees and…
“Are we far enough from the port to play yet?” His train of thought was interrupted by his personal favorite, a thirty-ish brunette who went only by “Concordia” and had a wit as sharp as the dimples on her heart-shaped face. Her sarcastic tone was matched by her blouse, which she playfully tossed across the face of the wizard; it smelled of honey and lavender.
“I’d love to see someone try and stop us!” The grayed wizard still had falcon keen focus in his gray blue eyes, and a confident swagger that reverberated across the brightly shining cedar wood deck, which was sun bleached to a near impossible white. The metal soles on his shoes clacked loudly and caught the attention of the crew, all happy to catch eyefuls of the beautiful topless maiden on their vessel. Storm unbuttoned a few cold, tiny brass buttons from the front of his own dress shirt as he strode at Concordia, which opened enough for her to slide her hands in as he moved to kiss her.
“When I get too old to enjoy you, promise to throw me overboard.” Storm’s grin was knowing as his lovely prostitute continued to kiss and tease him, her fingernails gently dragging across his back beneath his shirt.
The heavens must include a place with warm waters, cold ale and willing women. If the Leviathan wants to take us, now’s his time to feast in peace.
Their stupid smiles lay plastered as they traded kisses, Storm hoisting her into his arms by scooping his arm swiftly behind her hamstrings. He quickly took inventory of his situation; some four hundred yards from shore and no other boats within shouting distance on calm, sunkissed waters that gently clapped as the great ship forged ahead behind a slow, strong, steady easterly wind. Beneath the deck, stairs led down to quarters where a second lady peeked her head out at the tandem from behind a heavy oaken port. Storm could only see her lovely mocha skin, midnight hair and bare shoulder from behind the door.
Concordia dragged her hands across the wooden walls to stabilize balance and the magician carried them down the stairs, disappearing behind walls where the sights, sounds, and scents of typical ocean transit was about to pivot rapidly.
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Some two or three hours later, Storm emerged from below deck once more, a boyish smile across his face as Connor greeted him with a jeering, jealous laugh. Veritas was once more meticulously dressed; his gleaming white dress shirt and hardened leather overcoat only betrayed by the sultry odors of a brothel and a grin that would refuse to abate.
“Sir, some of us have the life!” Connor half-teased, manning the wheel of the ship with a large, blazing cigar between his teeth. The thick, stout, beast of a man looked carved from wood behind the helm. Storm had approached him while taking another long pull from his flask; he offered it to the captain who dutifully took a simple polite sip before returning the drink to his seemingly spoiled Veritas. Dropping his flask back into a hip pocket, the adventurer patted Connor firmly on the shoulder and spoke plainly.
“Relax, my friend. Once we land in Alerar I’ll need a ride home, as you damned-well know. I can take care of business in a week: ten days, tops. I’ll need a trusted hand to help watch these simply ravenous ladies. I’m sure you and your best mate can help keep them satisfied on my dime until I get back?”
Connor grew silent at the offer, the brain in his head and pants both venturing into fantasies the likes of which he normally dare not tread. Hitting shore in Alerar was usually a thankless task; the ports there were full of elves that looked down their noses at human folk, regardless of how shiny their crowns were. His entire month had just been made.
Storm hoisted himself onto the starboard side edge of the great ship, holding the thick oaken mast for balance as he began to urinate into the water. It came as no surprise that this emptying was accompanied by a familiar burn; he’d spent a week with Concordia before departure and her blessings came with an itchy price. Scratching at his groin as he drunkenly stumbled atop the side of the ship, he smiled foolishly as he spelled his name in cursive across the moving seas beneath.
Enjoy all of my gifts, you filthy sailor.
Last edited by Storm Veritas; 12-08-2021 at 01:28 PM.
