[ OPEN ] Sesso, Carcere, Sangue, o La Fama

[ombranera]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Zevran Arainai
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Brief Announcement, Sex, Jail, Blood, or Fame?
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Kestrel House
NOTES: Possible mature themes and stuff.

As of this moment I would like to announce the availability of my Kestrels for contracts. Any marks that align with the desires of the Inquisition will be given a discount, any requests from the Inquisition proper will be done Gratis. Likewise if you feel you are skilled in the art of subterfuge and murder and would wish a guild with which to align yourself we've opened our ranks.

Serious business aside- we are scattered quite a ways now, we members of the Inquisition, and the months have been quite hard, there has been much traveling, much fighting, and I am willing to bet more than a few wild nights in the past few weeks. The time has come, I think, for another Antivan Game. Sesso, Carcere, Sangue, o La Fama.

The rules are simple: you share a sultry tale of a carnal evening, a time you spent in or around a prison for whatever reason, personal injury from which you have recovered, or an incident meeting with someone famous. A musician, a composer, a member of those that saved the world during the fifth blight, the Champion- etc. I have a fine bottle of Antivan brandy that will go to the most remarkable and engaging of these tales upon your return should you be in Orlais, or in the morning after all the tales have been told. Be as elaborate or as brief as you like, and should you find any tale in particular quite entertaining and think it ought to win? Say so. I shall consider all opinions equally.

Comments

[unbrokenoath]

I'm gonna combine two of those, 'cause that's how my life rolls.

So, I was hookin' up with Asher, right? In Emprise du Lion. Got a sock on th' door and everything. But my tentmate was that Galadriel lady, and I guess they don't get sexiled wherever she's from, 'cause she barges in and flips out. I'm just like 'hey I'm busy you mind', expecting her to be like 'oh sorry there let me leave', but no, she kicks me out of my own tent, into the snow, buck ass nude. Well, you gotta draw a line somewhere, right?

Ending up fighting with her, still naked as the day I was born. And not the good kind of naked wrestling, either. Got a black eye from it. Never met an elf who threw a punch that hard before.

[gatheringstorm]

[Excuse Korrin while she has no other response to this but helpless laughter.]

[unbrokenoath]

I'm gonna cry, Korrin.

[ No, she's not. ]

[gatheringstorm]

[Wheeze.]

Maker, what I would've given to see this. Please tell me you gave as good as you got.

[unbrokenoath]

Naturally. Would've done better if I'd had my armor.

Or, uh. Anything, really.

[gatheringstorm]

I don't envy any of your bits after that.

...we're always talking about your bits, you know. Charred or frozen.

[unbrokenoath]

What can I say, they're a hot topic.

...Hehehe.

[ She's hilarious. ]

[gatheringstorm]

[She is, or at least she gets Korrin snickering.]

You keep being you, Kaisa. Might as well flaunt what you have, right? Fuck the haters.

...thanks, I needed that.

[ombranera]

[ Sorry, Kaisa, all Zevran (and Lucci) can manage for a moment is helpless laughter. ]

Ah- wrestling in the snow is nowhere near as fun as wrestling in oil, yes?

[unbrokenoath]

Andraste's ass, no. There are parts of a person that the Maker never intended to touch snow.

[ombranera]

You poor, chilled woman. I do hope whoever you were with offered to warm you up afterward.

[unbrokenoath]

Asher's a bear pretending t' be a human, so yeah, I survived.

[ombranera]

Now there is how you warm up.