The Runefang Chronicles (For Archangel99)
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[Completely freaking forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder!]
Lazarus suddenly remembers that he promised the scientist in the bazaar a slave, and groans as he looks down at the gnoll. "Damn... I wanted to keep this bitch... Oh well. Nothing for it, I suppose..." He grumbles, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry as he continues to walk to the bazaar.
Lazarus suddenly remembers that he promised the scientist in the bazaar a slave, and groans as he looks down at the gnoll. "Damn... I wanted to keep this bitch... Oh well. Nothing for it, I suppose..." He grumbles, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry as he continues to walk to the bazaar.
"I did "Take it." He says, chuckling as he spreads the gnoll's ass cheeks to reveal her gaped asshole. "Reamed her ass nice and hard. Three of them came, one walked away, one is going to have bruised balls for the next few days, and one is going to get sold to a scientist so he can test a bunch of potions on her." Lazarus says, grinning as he spanks the gnoll's ass. "Speaking of which, one of these fuzzbutts would make a good slave..." He muses.
Huh. You'd think a naked fox in a place full of people would attract some attention... Oh well. Better for him anyway. He didn't like attention. Attention was bad.
He quickly makes his way back to Nito's tent, dumping the gnoll on the floor as he enters. "Hello again! One tester for the potion!" He says, grinning. "Might wanna tie her up though."
He quickly makes his way back to Nito's tent, dumping the gnoll on the floor as he enters. "Hello again! One tester for the potion!" He says, grinning. "Might wanna tie her up though."
"Ah, excellent," Nito's low voice rumbled through the tent. "Just place her on that table over there while I count out your gems," he said, as he moved over to a large wooden chest, and unfastened several locks on it, before seizing a large sack in his tentacles and proceeding to count out Lazarus' payment.
He moves over and dumps the gnoll onto the table, securing the straps, if there are any.
"I don't suppose you have a sort of... Reset potion, or something? I mean... If you had one, you could perform as many experiments on her as you wanted without worrying about any other effects from other potions." Lazarus muses.
"I don't suppose you have a sort of... Reset potion, or something? I mean... If you had one, you could perform as many experiments on her as you wanted without worrying about any other effects from other potions." Lazarus muses.
"That would make experimenting much less time consuming," Nito agreed. "Sadly, no such miracle potion exists." As he spoke, Nito finished counting out Lazarus' payment, and walked over with a large sack o gems. "Here you are. One thousand gems, in full, as we agreed. Now, if there is nothing else, I have work to attend to."
"Would be a good idea to try working on it. And thanks." Lazarus says, nodding and turning to exit. Now... All he had to do was find Eleanor and Elizabeth. He should probably come up with a nickname for the duo...
Walking back out into the crowd, Lazarus found himself in a new position; he now had money that he could spend. Suddenly he realized that most of the buildings he had been all but ignoring were in fact shops of some sort or another, many with barkers hawking their wares, and eyeing the large jingling sack that he had slung over his back. In just a few short steps he passed shops selling food, clothing, potions, nick-nacks, and even one that specialized in dildos of all sizes, shapes, colors, and materials.
For starters... He needed clothes! Or better yet, some armor.
He starts looking around for anyone selling armor. Of the non-pervy kind.
He starts looking around for anyone selling armor. Of the non-pervy kind.
[You're going to try and wear armor with nothing underneath it?]
A quick look around did indeed reveal an armorer. A large black tent with one side completely open revealed a massively muscled demon-man with pale green skin, black horns that curled from his forehead up over his cranium, and a long spade tipped tail. He wore a set of tight black leather pants and boots and nothing else. He called out to anyone who walked by, bragging about the quality of the armor he was selling. Behind him, at the back of the tent, were ten display mannequins, all decked out in 'armor' of various kinds. Three sets struck Lazarus as actually being useful. One was a well polished suit of studded leather, another was a rather gaudy suit of gold plated platemail, and finally the last suit really caught his eye because it was his! The very same suit he had been wearing just hours before.
A quick look around did indeed reveal an armorer. A large black tent with one side completely open revealed a massively muscled demon-man with pale green skin, black horns that curled from his forehead up over his cranium, and a long spade tipped tail. He wore a set of tight black leather pants and boots and nothing else. He called out to anyone who walked by, bragging about the quality of the armor he was selling. Behind him, at the back of the tent, were ten display mannequins, all decked out in 'armor' of various kinds. Three sets struck Lazarus as actually being useful. One was a well polished suit of studded leather, another was a rather gaudy suit of gold plated platemail, and finally the last suit really caught his eye because it was his! The very same suit he had been wearing just hours before.
[Er... Safety first? 
]
Lazarus walks up to the demon man. "Say, uh... That suit over there..." He points to his own. "Looks pretty good. Where'd you get it?" He asks nonchalantly.
If he found the person who stole his armor, he was going to skin the bastard alive... Can't have been this man, surely. He would make more noise than a bull in a china shop! No... The footprints were small. Too small to be his. But just in case, Lazarus lets his gaze dart down to the demon's feet.
] Lazarus walks up to the demon man. "Say, uh... That suit over there..." He points to his own. "Looks pretty good. Where'd you get it?" He asks nonchalantly.
If he found the person who stole his armor, he was going to skin the bastard alive... Can't have been this man, surely. He would make more noise than a bull in a china shop! No... The footprints were small. Too small to be his. But just in case, Lazarus lets his gaze dart down to the demon's feet.
Hmm. Wasn't this one, then...
"May I speak to your supplier, then? Little bastard stole that armor. Which belongs to me, by the way." Lazarus says bluntly, giving him a no-nonsense glare.
"May I speak to your supplier, then? Little bastard stole that armor. Which belongs to me, by the way." Lazarus says bluntly, giving him a no-nonsense glare.
"Yeah, that is how about half the stuff sold at the bazar ends up in the market; not a whole lot of honest tradesmen out there nowadays," the demon said, with a shrug. "Well, anyhoo, I didn't get the guy's name, he just sort of showed up looking to sell his most recent acquisition, but I can tell you that he was a black cat with a demon tail. Now, are we going to do some business here, or are we just going to yammer all day?" the merchant asked, jovially.
"Sure. Give me back my armor, and I'll pay you for the location of the thief." Lazarus says, narrowing his eyebrows.
Lazarus blinks. "Excuse me? 300 gems? What, you think I'm fucking stupid? That thing belongs to me! 50!" He growls.
"100. Not a gem more. That armor has a serious flaw that only I know about. Wear that thing in battle, you're screwed." He shoots back.
"Well now I can't say that, can I? All I'm gonna say is that if you hit it hard enough at a particular spot, the whole thing is going on come apart. I made it that way, for reasons exactly like this. 100. No more." He says.
"If I do, you're just going to keep the same price." He says, shaking his head and walking over to his armour. "It's a secret only I know. And it's not something to be revealed lightly. Otherwise anyone would figure it out. If I show you, you have to give it to me for free." He says.
"Well you see this spot right here?" Lazarus grabs the left shoulder of his armour and gives it a shake, his fingers stealthily working their way underneath to unfasten a tiny clasp. "You hit it right..." He steps back and gives it a good hard whack. The entire armor set falls apart into its different pieces on the floor. "That happens." He says, shrugging. "That's why I always defend my left shoulder at any cost."