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...Thinking quickly Katherine grabs her fellow sister and pulls her into the far-too-small booth and slams the door shut behind her, shushing the now steaming second nun as she recovered from the shock, anger flaring up in her eyes.

Quickly convinced by Katherine it'd be best to leave now, the prince hurries out of the abbey as Katherine tries to calm her fellow nun down and explain the situation to her.

Back at the cart the prince quickly climbs on board and when pressed for answer what happened inside just urges them to simply go, fearing the imminent danger and a horde of angry nuns screaming blasphemy hot on his heels.

As they are about to pull away from the place the sister who caught him and Katherine steps out and accosts them to their worry, her outfit somehow immaculate again. Though her face still angry, she informs the prince that they would like to have him back to study his "curse", but outside the normal confessional hours. Her tone is reluctant, but curious, looking off to the side with a slight blush spreading over her rosy cheeks, before fixing her stern gaze back directly to the prince, accusatory, silently telling him he better not be lying with her steely eyes.

I mean technically he didn't, there is something wrong with his penis and libido outside of his control, and depending on your definition, that could be construed as a curse.

It's just that relieving himself in and on a couple of nuns is hardly going to help with that...

And so the party leaves again, relieved it actually managed to work out, and Sophia and Bernadette impressed by the prince making quick progress on their plans. He was sure to get awarded for his efforts tonight.

First though, they'd need a place to stay the night. Unfortunately, they wasted a significant portion of their day having sex again, as was becoming common practice. So through the darkening streets and alleys of the city they searched inns for any that had rooms left. But as the harvests had recently come in, a lot were taking up by farmers hoping to part with their produce for considerable coin, just as the farmer they'd met on the way had planned to do, who was now probably enjoying daily Orc orgies with his sons and daughter while teaching them how to farm.

Finally, they found a place that had a room left just as outside was getting truly dark. It was expensive, and just like the mages guild squirreled away in an awkward corner of the city. But to make up for that it looked worth the price, expensive looking plates and utensils sitting on master-crafted chairs and tables, a fancy chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the walls were lined with hunting trophies and paintings that couldn't have come cheap.

The most outstanding part of the place though was its owner. A tall, slender lady, with dark straight hair, pale bluish-green eyes and even paler skin that stood in stark contrast against her hair and dark purple lips. While the employees worked in their earth-toned uniforms, she was dressed in a tight fitting cream and night blue dress with bodice, expensive colours, woven from expensive cloth. Finishing the picture of elegance and refinement that was Aylla (as she had introduced herself to them) where a pair of large, triangular, pointed ears.

A half-elf.

The prince could already feel his excitement flaring up at her sight as she lead them to their room, showing it did indeed sport a massive bed that would provide room for all three comfortably. Normally it was only temporarily rented out for "special" occasions, but if they had the gold (And Sophia did), they could take it. Anyone else seeking use of the room would just have to take their "special business" to one of the smaller rooms.


They were all pretty sure this place was usually reserved for sex parties.

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Let's take a break from my barely-fleshed-out human history and look at some of the more fantastical aspects again, like Ogres.

Ogres are a relatively rare hominid race distantly related to both Orcs and Goblins, Unlike either of those however, they are somewhat skilled in magic, and so never earned the Elves ire, though they are still considered a lesser race by them. They also tend to be reclusive much like Dwarves, and don't meddle in other's affairs. They also tend to be very independent and individualistic, so great kingdoms or civilizations were never born from their numbers.

But they are not unintelligent, much like men they are a younger race, and easily took to both science and magic like men did. It is often mistakenly believed they represent some kind of transitionary form between Troll and Orc, but when we get to those it'll become apparent why that is pretty far from the truth. A large race, rivaling some mid-size Troll species and half-giants in size, they are sometimes mistaken for Trolls by people who have no idea what Trolls look like, but for those that know a little bit, the lack of tusks and tails should be a dead giveaway.

All in all, they have a reputation among the common folk much like Ogres in our folklore and myth, seen as violent brutish cannibals, dumb and aggressive, a little above base animals. A rather unfair judgement seeing their actual intelligence level, and also that most of their diet consists of greenery and fruits. They do tend to have good relations with the Orcs however, which obviously doesn't score them any points among the commoners. This relationship takes a rather extreme form in the east, where Ogres are far more common, with numerous subspecies living in the region, which by the residents in those far off lands are often referred to as Oni. Together with their more common form in the west Ogres as such probably show the most (natural) variety of skin tones, built, and stature among all the hominid races.

However close their relation to Orcs and Goblins may be however, they cannot interbreed with either and produce viable offspring, only producing infertile hybrids much like with Elves and Men. Any procreation with other races is also out of the question, though it hasn't stopped some from trying.

Hey all,


See? These are still coming, told ya.
Now is there any reason I made her skin green and made her a redhead and called her "Phionea"? No of course not silly, and any resemblance to princess Fiona from Shrek is purely accidental, I swear.

Just a coincidence.


SoCarter out.

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