[Continues] Morcrux Campaign: Tale of Two Scales

[Grimoire]

Kor'da lets out a loud "oof!" when Jibril pounces on him and rubs her face into his neck then lays on top of him with their tails wrapping into a twist lanyard of crimson and dark green. Kor'da exhales slowly when he felt Jibril coming up to him. He hears: "Where's Kak'lin and Sim'one are?"

Kor'da pulls out the straw of hay from his mouth and aims it at the group of kids sitting on the ground with other lizard children playing a game of Mahjong one of the elders were using and teach them how to play the game.

"The families are watching them and showing them how to play an old favorite. Harmless fun." He sticks the straw back into his mouth and moving his pencil thin lips exposing his teeth pinching the straw. "These people are taking the news of Heifong pretty hard. Some are still in shock and now have no where to go. Refugees. What a mess this turned out to be"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril well there still alive so the'll bounce back from this hardship plus we're finally going to canaan city our new home

 

[Grimoire]

Kor'da sighs in relief: "Good"
He reaches down to his satchel and jiggles a very large sack that clink-clanks with the sound of coins. He looks to Jibril.
"Luckily I still got the coin you gave me. Plus plenty more from selling off the shop"

Kor'da muses with a much needed light smile: "that's a huge weight off my mind. Captain Kara' 2nd bought it off of me while you were gone. Thought about turning it into a nicer home once this is over."

He returns the sack to his bag and tightens the lacing up until closed then rolls back onto the hay. Now a free man with a betrothed wife and his kids. He suddenly sniffs the air around Jibril that caused him to perk up.

"Why do you smell like barbeque and hot ash?"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril sorry but i can't tell you about that but i also want to ask you something in return as well once we get a home in canaan city can i train the boys my skills that i picked up through the years since i feel like we're never together or around each other plus i think this will make a good bonding time with their mother

 

[Grimoire]

Kor'da turns his head to Jibril: "Train the boys?" Jibril: "You know, to bond with them? They're going to need to learn how to handle themselves sooner or later and I think I can help with that"

Kor'da thinks for a moment: "Well ... I want Sim'one to learn how run the shop when I'm long gone. Kak'lin will probably venture off on his own, find adventure away from Wraithmarsh ..."

He sighs: "Very well. You can teach them. But no rough housing! Especially around Kak'lin ... That boy will play too roughly with other kids if they push him. Sim'one is soft like his mother, I think it will toughen him up a little. Plus it should safer in New Canaan to do, no fear of reprisal for self defense or racial bigotry. Not like here."

He brings the conversation back to the smell: "Why won't you tell me about the smell? Now it smells like rotten meat ... starting to make me a bit hungry"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril nope won't tell you she tease kor'dar by trying to move both their tails she also ask whats he gonna do once we get a house?

 

[Grimoire]

Jibril shifted her tail then tickles the tip of his with hers that spurs him to sqweek that he covers his snout. Jibril giggles: "Nope won't tell you" she teases flicking her forked tongue at him with a soft hiss. She drops her head between his armpit and upper shoulder then slides her hand up to his and grab it firmly. Kor'da reciprocates and let's his arm down so they can rest comfortably with their hands holding.

"What we gonna do once we get a house?"
"I heard from one of the dark Elves that Tulip district has some very fancy Manor's. Scarlet district is a den of whores so finding a cheap place is a given but I don't like the crowds being a bad influence on the boys. Briar has log cabins but they're just temporary until the king there decides to build up the district more. My guess, we could swing for Briar and hopefully they build better homes for sale or take a chance and build our own shop and build on top of it like we did for the Pawn Claw.

What do you think?"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril hmmmm i think doing it like the pawn claw sounds a lot more better she then starts to get up and tell kor'dar she rested enough now she gonna talk with the boys and see how their doing she playfully tell kor'dar try not to miss me and then she left

 

[Grimoire]

"I'm starting to miss you already" Kor'da says, Jibril parting her tail away from his. There's a sad moaning as Kor'da sits up and watched Jibril approach the boys. His eyes focused on the way she away her long tail behind her like a snake following a prey. His eyes trace over her lithe legs and taut rotundas moving with her away with the curving of her bottom tucking beneath her tail. He doesn't have to imagine his hands holding the side of her hourglass frame and athletic biceps and slender arms, soft digits. Her back is toned with her back hiding the crevasses he very much wants to engrave into his mind.

Jibril looks over her shoulder to him, notices his staring then winks at him. Kor'da looks down and he sees that he's pitching a tent in his loincloth. He doesn't hide it. He knows she'll be back.

Jibril approaches the group of children and sees Sim'one is playing against the elder. Both are trying to call the other's bluff. Jibril stands there as Kak'lin just waits in silence when one of the other boys whispers to him in secret.

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril she gets close to kak'lin and whisper to him do you want to sit on my lap while you watch sim'one play plus i got to tell you something

 

[Grimoire]

Kak'lin looks up to Jibril as she crouched down to meet him. The other boy moves away when she starts to speak to him. Kak'lin: "Uh ..."

Jibril sets herself on the grassy patch, she folds her legs together, coiling her tail behind her to get comfortable then pats both her thighs with her hands: "come on"

There were a few lizard girls looking at the two of them and staring at how pretty Jibril was. Kak'lin looks around at the wandering eyes focusing on them. Kak'lin groans and slides his tail between his legs and lays his back into Jibril's soft Scalie belly and nestled his head between her bosom and let's his legs hang off her forelegs. Jibril crossed her arms around Kak'lin and resting her chin on top of his tough scale head. The two watched Sim'one who lays down his stack of dominoes: a pair of eight and a pair of fives. The elvish elder chuckles and smiles at the young prodegy and reveals his stack to be completely duds. Sim'one wins. The children laugh and cheered Sim'one on for his fifth win in a row. Sim'one is really good at this game! He genuinely looks happy playing games.

Kak'lin speaks without moving his head: "What did you wanna tell me?"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril cuddles with kak'lin and tells him that she was talking with his father and i ask about me training you and your brother with skills that of know of like parkour,throwing daggers,learning how to sword fight,lock picking

 

[Grimoire]

"Mmmm- hmhm" Jibril coos rubbing her cheek against Kak'lin's face. Then she hugs him tightly and speaks softly as to not interior the rematch between the elder and Sim'one.
"Soooo, i asked your dad about me training you and your brother with skills that i think you two should learn how to do."

This piqued Kak'lin's interest as he looks back at her, rubbing his face against hers to get her to push off him. Resisting her snuggles!

"Yeah? What kind of skills?"
Pretending to not know what she has to offer, Jibril teased him a little.
"Oh the usual bag of tricks" Jibril muses, "Free running to get away from bullies, throw daggers to show off at a bar, learning how to sword fight in case you get into a messy fight, picking a lock if you find yourself out the house and can't get back in. Maybe a little hand to hand fighting."
"And dad just ... agreed to that?" Kak'lin says dumbfounded.
"Mhm! I'll have you know I can be very persuasive when it comes to your dad."
"What about Sim'one? Dad said-"
"And he will!" Jibril stops him, "he will one day. But I think we both agree that you two should be better prepared next time something like before happens. I wouldn't want my new sons getting hurt again. That would break my heart"

Jibril says playfully, stroking back Kak'lin scales on his head. Kak'lin pipes up with an enthusiastic smile: "Yeah! Okay! Maybe we can fight for real one day!"

Jibril rubs her hand on his head with a grin: "Sure thing, kiddo. But I won't go easy on you!"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril ask kak'lin which one does he want to start with when we reach new canaan city while she still cuddles with kak'lin also telling him how cute and adorable he and sim'one are to her

 

[Grimoire]

Kak'lin thinks and says: "Definitely the lock picking!"

"Awww" Jibril says to Kak'lin as he resists her snuggling, her tail flips over from side to side. "You two are just the CUTEST little things!" Jibril hugs Kak'lin and holding him tightly and kissing him on the top of his snout. Kak'lin pushes against Jibril and grunts as he tries to get himself free of her arms, but she just keeps tightening around him. Her eyes are closed and being mischievous about it with a smile. Quietly giggling at his feeble attempts.

"Jibril! Stop!" Kak'lin groans, the other kids are laughing at him while bringing a smile to the mothers and father's who come to watch the kids play around.

"Nope! Not gonna happen!" Jibril teases, not letting go.
"I'm gonna bite you!" Kak'lin threatens.
"No you won't" Jibril teased, she wraps her fingers around his small snout then taps his nose. "No bite!"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril well we need to get you your own lock pick set so for now we could share mine she then grabs kak'lin turn him around to face her and she laid back then put kak'lin on top of her and ask him whats his like and dislike what kind of girls is he into anything to know about him

 

[Grimoire]

Jibril shifts her legs around and folds them back opposite of their previous position. She lifts Kak'lin onto her lap like a little skink with his short arms dangling near his shoulders. She wraps her arms lightly around him, pulling him closer to her chest and looks him in the little green eyes of his.

With curiousity in her smile and gaze she asks: "Whats does you like and dislike? Do you like any girls your age?"

Kak'lin turns his snout down and shifts his eyes from side to side, embarrassed she's asking such questions from him. Unsure what she means. "I don't know"

"What about things you like to do?" Jibril settles on, "How about that?"
"I like to swim. I can fight, mostly" Kak'lin shrugs, "I can do magic"

This fact surprises Jibril: "Magic?"
Kak'lin shushes her. "Oop"
"Please don't tell dad!" Kak'lin says at a whisper, "He doesn't understand and ... I'm not sure if he'd approve."

[Lizardfolk are afraid of magic but respect it for it's power to control nature. Magic is very rare to lizardfolk of the swamp, believing that only hermaphrodites and shamen possess such skills. There is also a stigma about ferals abusing magic to hurt other tribes, corrupted by dark magic to the point of no return. There is also links to magic to one's own intelligence that lizardfolk don't approve of due to a spiritual belief lateral thinking can be a bad oman like the creator gods of their belief splitting from the male to make a female.]

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril hm don't worry i won't tell but when you think you're ready to tell him i'll support you in your decision but you should look for a teacher to help you control your magic once it start to develop ok

 

[Grimoire]

Jibril pets Kak'lin on the head and says: "Don't worry, i won't tell! But when you think you're ready to tell him, I'll support you in your decision but you should look for a teacher to help you control your magic once it start to develop, ok?"

Kak'lin smiles at her: "Okay"
Jibril rubs her nose to his snoot and pulls away. His tail wags a little when he smiles.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure you can!"
"What's with you and our dad?" Kak'lin admits, curious. "He seemed ... happier when you're around."

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril blush a little telling him well trying to tell him that me and your dad are together like husband and wife you know and so that kinda makes me your new mom plus am gonna help him find his daughter and bring her back home with us

 

[Grimoire]

Jibril blushes and stutters a little when she tries to address the question.

"Me and your dad. We were together-are together like husband and wife, you know" she nervous and adjusts her arms around him, looking away from him. "That kinda makes me your new m... mom." She froze on that last word. She's really having a hard time with this real talk with him. She shifted gears and says: "But I gotta help him find his daughter and bring her back home with-"
"I have a sister?" Kak'lin says, confused.
"You didn't know" Jibril asked.
Kak'lin shook his head to her.
"Oh ... oh-no, I had no idea" Jibril's arm goes lax. "I think I may have said too much."
"Where is she?"

What does Jibril do? Tell him about a little one she knows nothing about? Or does she try to defuse the situation?

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril someone kidnapped her so am gonna find her and rescue her and bring her back home plus the three of you would be having some new siblings coming your way as well

 

[Grimoire]

Jibril rubs her small toned belly and Kak'lin looks down then back to her face: "I going to have more brothers?"

Jibril smiles and nods to him. But he just stares at her. "But how come dad never told us? We should have gonna after her!"
"It's not that simple, suuli" Jibril assured him, "We couldn't before, you two were more important being so young. You and Sim'one were once eggs when she was taken"

Kak'lin looks depressed and sniffs: "She's been gone that long?"
"I'm afraid so, but don't you worry!" Jibril perks up, "I'm going to find her and bring her home safe and sound! Chin up, you're going to be big brother from now on. You need to be strong for Sim'one and your siblings. Okay? Can you do that for me and your dad?"
"Hm-hm" Kak'lin nods.
"Good" She kisses him affectionately.

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril Sooooo are you gonna tell your girl crush yet or do you want to tell it to me somewhere private she teases kak'lin

 

[Khorne]

After a while Tar'Lak finishes his work on his spear and puts his knife away as he stands up from his spot and gathers his belongings. He then starts to walk around as he does a low grumble emits from his scaled stomach causing Tar'Lak to pause and look down then shakes his head. He starts to look around using his sight and his nose to see where he could find some food.

 

[Grimoire]

(Hivemind is online, let's have some fun )
[Group]
Tar'lak is getting antsy with his spear carving, the camp area seems to be littered with all sorts of people gathering their belongings and heaving them onto the Volgan Oxers and Freight Wagons. Upon further inspection of the area surrounding the freight wagons, the dwarves have their own tents and campfires while the Homunculi and the Dark Elves have theirs. The Dwarvish people are a hardy folk and their relationship with their Dark Elf brethren share in an assortment of meats and delectable delights from home that wafts the air with the aroma of Tobin salted pork, fresh brazed rabbit in white bean stew, the fire roasted tomatoes with stuffed bell peppers and fresh sage seasoning the elves put together that they eat much like hors d'oeuvres with their finger licking and the grease of the peppers rolling roll their digits with gusto. Watching these people engorge themselves on vegetarian cuisines and dining on fatty and greasy whole meats with wanton gluttony that it would make anyone ravenously hungry just by watching them eat such large quantities. Tar'la walks on over to a group of dwarves and sees a thickset man with a mohawk hairstyle and two separate strands of hair braided on the sides of his mohawk and brands in his beard with little Dwarven runes that glow as he stirs the gigantic cauldron of stew and he hums to himself with cheer as he watched his brothers chow down with loud grunts and groans, ripping apart large legs of boar displayed on a large platter roasted and a crabapple stuffed into its mouth with the tusks removed. Tar'lak moves to the chef and asks:
"Do you mind if i join you?"

The Dwarven Chef looks to Tar'lak while not stopping the stirring. The other brethren of his group peer over at the approaching Lizardman and they stare while slowly chewing their food in their mouths. The Chef makes an O with his mouth as if to say something, looking down to check the flame, bellows on them to stoke them with a heavy blow then kicks the sticks with his hefty large boots with the steel tip designed with the same kind of runes. The chef just looks at him, gauging his inquirer's gaze. "You hungry lizardman?" Tar'lak overshadows the food with a bit of drool, his stomach growls at him loudly as he blushed in embarassment. He nods to the Dwarf without another word. "That's gonna be a problem for you, laddie" The Dwarf taps the large wooden paddle against the lip of the cauldron and sets it lengthwise over it and walks over to the hungry Lizardman and looks up to him with his hands on his hips. "I recon' we can do something about that. We gonna be traveling soon so if you don't eat now, you'll be dead on the way on over to Daedran's Wrath. You with the Surveyor Corp?"

"Something like that, yes" Tar'lak acknowledged.
"Well, so long as you got the coin. You can have whatever you want!" The Chef laughs, waving his hands over the food on the table a short walk away from them. Tar'lak's eyes are glued tot he food steaming out of the bowls and off the plates they rest in, his eyes are tearing away at him as he pants heavily just looking at the delicious looking food teasing him. Tar'lak stops himself and wipes the drool from his maw and looks back at the dwarf: "How much do i owe you?"

Just as Tar'lak makes his request and the Dwarf rubs his hands welcoming the Lizardman's coin to feed himself, Draco saunters on over with a hand on Tar'lak's shoulder and sees the Dwarves get up. Draco halts them from rising up and tells them to return to their meals, replying that they're still in the middle of preparations and registering the refugees to take with them on their journey home. Draco looks to the Chef: "Marcon, let this one have what he can stomach. I believe he will need it in the coming days. That goes for the rest of these people." The Chef pipes up in protest: "But we only have enough rations for the group! Not for all of these refugees, I'm a cook by Odai, not a miracle worker!!" Draco shakes his head and crosses his arms and stares down at the Dwarf: "You'll make sure they're fed, you and your kin can eat less rations to compensate for the short orders." The Dwarf points a finger to Tar'lak: "And he gets what he wants?!"
"Feed him now, come time in a few days he won't have to eat more rations so long as we don't have anymore delays. Am i understood, Rothbane?"

The Dwarf grumbles and rants under his breath: "Fine! Stuff your maw, but he gets none of our ale!"
Draco smiles: "Deal"
Dwarf and Draco shake hands on that and the Dwarf shares a light smile as he looks to Tar'lak: "Go on and get!"

 

[Grimoire]

Kak'lin groans at Jibril: "Jiiiiiibrilllll ... I'm only 2 years old!"
Jibril giggled softly to herself: "Doesn't mean anything. Doesn't mean you can't like another girl your age, maybe have her around as a playmate, spend some time getting to know each other"
Kak'lin: "Well ... i do like ... Karin"

Jibril thinks back at the Dunwich building, wait a minute ... Karin, does he mean Karlya's daughter? That Karin?!

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril tease kak'lin ehhh am heart broken i thought you would choose me am i not attractive enough to be your future wife

 

[Grimoire]

Kak'lin blushes hard when she teases him on his choice of girls he liked. He crosses his arms and pouts at Jibril for embarrassing him in front of all the kids and their parents. She groans lightly and caresses the side of Kak'lin's face with his soft palm: "I'm heartbroken! I thought you would choose me, am i not attractive enough to be your future wife?" Jibril pouts her bottom lip at him giving him a pouty face as well. Kak'lin looks away from her and pouty even more. The kids giggled and Sim'one turns his head to the two of them: "Can you two be quiet? I'm trying to play!"

Jibril and Kak'lin look to the younger sibling and say at the same time: "Sooooorrry"
Sim'one returns to his game and calls the new adult he played against and wins yet another game before walking away from the board and curls up next to Jibril, resting his little head on her other thigh and rests his tail around his lying side. "I'm hungry"

 

[sora21345]

"Jibril picks both of them up alright lets go look for your father so we could all eat as a family she also told sim'one that she would also gonna train him once we reach new canaan city what would you like to learn from me sim'one she also try to cuddle him as well