Colored Differently

Colored Differently

"Mommy, I want to color!"

You heard me; you got me coloring books.
You got me crayons to color with.
You showed me how to color.

Character - Marcel

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  Marcel with his brother Till

  Marcel Swiftbarrel-Lindemann
• Halfling Barbarian 3
• Neutral Good

The halfling walked through Runedar, scuffing his feet along the ground as he went. The shield on his back and the weapons hanging from his belt signaled those he encountered to step aside and let him pass, despite the fact that he was smaller than most of them.

It was a bad-mood day, a day when it felt like the gods frowned on him. It should have been a great-mood day. He had just gotten home from an adventure with his foster brother and his friends. They had found and saved the three dwarves they were looking for, ran off the bad guy, gotten information about some danger to the people at risk, and earned a pretty good reward for doing so. 

See No Evil, Speak No Evil

One of the 'bonus entertainments' offered at the Jolly Pecker is a small bookshelf over near the fireplace. There's something nice about settling down in an armchair with a nice book for the evening, and travelers appreciate the chance to so. 

But there's one book on the shelf that isn't for entertaining the customers as much as it is for entertaining the staff. It's called Torments & Tribulations, and it's a book with a small compulsion on it to make the reader read a random page and cast a curse on themselves. 

One Distraction After Another

Most the time, I sit at my end of the bar, and watch things. And you know, sometimes you see somebody and think what's about to happen. I got a pretty good track record of being right. Last night was not one of those times, though. I could not have expected all the things that did happen. And it warn't just one thing; it was a bunch of 'em.

So to start with, the special adventurers were back, several of 'em. But they didn't come in alone, this time. Two of 'em came in with some of the locals - one of 'em the rock gnome that always seems to end up in that group. Now, these locals, I thought had finished their drinking for the night and gone home, but here they come back in, bookending an adventurer, and settling down with him for some more drinks. I guess they'd met outside and b'come friends that quick, because the adventurer was doing the buying for each trio. Of course, by the end of the evening, almost all of those locals had lost some change to some kind of pickpocket, so that makes me suspicious about just how friendly they'd all got.

The Double-Headed Yeti

I had told you somethin' was stirrin', and it sure was. The crowd was mighty rowdy last night, and I thought for sure we'd end up with someone in the pantry under under the stairs. 

The special adventurers came back, just like I told ya they would. A bunch of 'em, last night; came in, one after another. Before you know it, some of them was talking to each other, and the rest was chattin' up the staff. Which is just what adventurers do, right? Sometimes the whole party comes in and finds some company. Other nights there's not a bit of flirtin' happening, and it's all business.

So on those nights where romance seems to be in the air, it's more often than not the magic-folks that start flirtin' and teasin', and they'll usually target one of the wenches, if they lean that way, or else Pip, if they lean th'other way. And all four of them pick and choose which ones they want to encourage. But not this time.

Fuck Me Like You Mean It

Content Labels: Sexual Content 

Fuck me like I'm your sweetheart -

...Tell me I'm pretty and you love me.

Fuck me like I'm your dirty little secret -

...Cover up the shame and guilt with whispers and hurry.

Kink Me - Condition Me

Content Labels: Dubious Consent, Drug Use, Sexual Content

He held out his hand, one small orange pill on his palm. A bottle of water was in his other hand; he wouldn't give it to me until the pill was in my mouth. This morning's bottle lay empty in the trash bin, I had drained it hours ago. I kept trying to make the water last, but the pills made my mouth dry, and I couldn't help but drain them quickly. 

"I don't need the pills. I'll be good, I promise. I'll do what you want." The truth is, the things he did to me when I was drugged... I enjoyed them. I wanted to do them. I wanted to be able to participate, to do those things on purpose. I would show him. I knelt in front of him, reaching for the button of his pants eagerly. But he stepped back, out of my reach, denying me. "Please, let me..." I crawled forward on my knees, hating how pitiful I sounded, but he just stepped back again.