[INTERACTIVE] Kalka, after her Debut

"Alright, looks like you've had enough..."

Kalka came up behind the Warbringer, preparing to give the woman a bum's rush to throw her outside. She looked heavy, especially with all that armor, but Kalka figured if she just happened to get a hand on her waistband then she could slip something off on the woman's way out.

"Time for you to cool off outside!" Gritting her teeth, Kalka placed one arm around the woman's chest from behind, and used her other hand to firmly take hold of the back of her pants. Slowly, she pushed and pulled Hillevi towards the door to the bar.

((Strength 10 + Roll 2 = 12... hope that penalty pays off...))

((Str 10 + roll 9 -2 =17))
Hillevi grabbed Kalka's arm around her chest and pulled her, unravelling it and spinning her like a dance partner. "So, orc, you wanna dance? You can't oppressshh me."

Regarding the opponent at the end of her arm for a moment, she tossed the panties into the crowd, and grabbed for the bottom of the banner. "What's that you're wearing, anyway?"

((Str 10 + roll 8 =18 to remove or tear the banner))

((Str 10 + roll 10 = 20. Does defense crit? I know it can critical fail.))

"Oh no you don't!" Kalka smacked Hillevi's hand away, and then shoved the Warbringer stumbling backwards. She had to remember why she was doing this- the fact that she was one good tug away from baring it all. As it was, it was hard to take a fighting stance; if she moved her legs too far apart the banner wouldn't help her much.

Ignoring the draft between her legs, especially as she saw her underwear disappearing into the crowd again, Kalka snapped both arms forward, hoping to either drag the woman away by the front of her armor or nap herself a breastplate when it tore free.

((Str 10 + roll 8 =18))

((Str 10+ roll 5=15 Fail!))

Hillevi was pulled forward, and lost her balance when the breastplate tore away from her. She really should have made the straps tighter, but she was already a bit toasted when she dressed herself.

"You'll pay for that..." she said, grabbing again for the banner.

((Str 10+ roll 7=17 Sorry if the posts are a little short and not that exciting yet; I do have plan--it's a busy time, and I'd like to see a little combat before stage 2. There's perhaps a funny surprise coming.))

(Str 10 + roll 9 = 19)

Again, the warbringer grabbed for Kalka's dress, and again, Kalka had to slap her hands away, but things were closer this time. Hillevi managed to get her fingers onto the fabric before the orc could push her away, and this time she had a breastplate to hold onto that was keeping one of her hands full. Well, she still had a lot else to throw at the woman; Kalka set her shoulder forward, and charged at the woman, hoping to pin her to the bar so she could get a better handle on her. Of course, crouching down and running was letting everyone behind her get a perfect view of her taut, muscly ass, but she didn't have time to think about that. Not when someone wearing a pair of pants around her size was in front of her running her mouth.

((Str (or Con, both are 10 for me) 10 + roll 6 = 16))

((Str 10 + roll 10 crit? As you said, can that work on defense? Let's just call it a great success. I wish we got more awesome attack rolls and not such good defense rolls, lol))

From her years of practice, on and off the battlefield, the warrior knew what to do with a charge. She stepped a bit to the side and pushed Kalka in the direction she was already running. Kalka hit the bar, alright, but without pinning her opponent. "You'll have to do better than that!" she said, grabbing for the banner yet again, too drunk to be daunted by her past failures.
((Str 10 + roll 4 = 14))

((Str 10 + roll 6 = 16... two super strong ladies who can't actually get an attack in on each other, lol))

Kalka slammed into the bar, rattling the glasses and customers on it at the same time. She growled, and kicked back when she felt fingers brush along her backside, another clumsy attempt at the banner. Her eyes darted around, before settling on a drink she hadn't knocked over. She grabbed the mug, splashed it back at Hillevi, and then turned and kicked forward again to try and knock the woman to the ground.

((Str 10 + roll 6 = 16, you can decide if the beer splashed at Hillevi does anything.))

((Str 10 + roll 5 failed defense))

Hillevi got the mug of ale full in the face, and a large amount in went in her mouth. Some watching tavern customers leaped out of the way just in time as the kick connected and knocked her, backside first, onto the floor. Sitting up, dazed, she spit the beer out in a comical fashion and growled, "Give me something harder than that!"

She then tried to grab Kalka's right thigh to bring her down into a submission hold.
((Str 10 + roll 7=17 Also, first roll taken for seeing if she has to stop and visit the ladies' room...not yet))

((Str 10 + roll 5 = Defense failure))

Something between a growl and a yelp escaped Kalka's lips as hands closed around her thigh and dragged her off balance. She'd thought knocking Hillevi on her ass would give her a leg up- and in a way, it did, as the Warbringer held in in a submission hold. Kalka was tough enough to endure it, but it left her in one hell of a compromising position. Her leg in the hold let the banner fall back up her body, and as Hillevi pushed and pulled her around for the hold, Kalka's big bare ass was left hanging out and the patrons got a clear view of the dark hair between her legs. Kalka broke a hand free a few times, but had to use it to stuff her breasts back into the hem of her dress before Hillevi grabbed it again. She'd underestimated her opponent as some drunk she could just hustle out of the bar and grab some clothes from on the way; she realized now that she was dealing with a drunk who could hold her own against her, and now she was paying the price in prolonged exposure. Kalka had to move fast; she rolled as hard as she could to the side, hoping to break the hold and turn it over so the Hillevi was the one underneath her!

((Str 10 + roll 8 = 18))

((Str 10 and roll 1= massive defense failure))

"Haha, I've got you, you big, ugly, orc!" Hillevi spat as she took her opponent down and held her in a compromising position.  She was aware of her opponent's embarrassment, and pleased by it, especially when she was able to prevent her from freeing a hand long enough to do something about her exposure.

The longer this went on, the cockier she became; she was temporarily silent as her liquor-addled mind sought more such acute verbal barbs to throw at her opponent.  But it wasn't to last.

It began with a squirm, then a roll, until she found herself on the bottom.  With the hefty green orbs of Kalka's glutes hovering inches above her face, she could smell the orc's sex.  What scared her most, though, was that her arms were pinned under Kalka's shins, preventing her from protecting her pants.  She kicked her legs with all her might.  She didn't remember what underwear she had on today, but it came from the arena's seamstress, and no one on the other side of the bars had stopped teasing her about her last bout.  Whatever she was wearing, it likely wouldn't be something she wanted to share.

((Str 10 roll 5=15 trying to kick Kalka off of her.))((At some point down the road, much of this will likely be illustrated.))

((Str 10 + roll 2 = Defense Failure))

As quickly as she had gotten Hillevi down, Kalka was knocked off as she reached for her opponents pants. She laid there for a moment, dazed from the boot that knocked her in the head, before quickly scrambling onto her hands and knees, trying to keep her privates concealed against the floor, and to give her a chance to tuck everything back in under the hem of the dress. Not that she had the time though; Hillevi was right behind her in getting up, and Kalka could feel her chance of getting a tangible piece of clothing slipping away. Spinning around into a crouch, Kalka lunged forward for Hillevi's right foot, starting to pry the boots off to slip the pants off more easily next time.

((Str 10 + roll 7 = 17))

((Str 10 + roll 6=you got it))

Kalka managed a good grip on Hillevi's spiked boots. Even though she hadn't lived among orcs that long, she could recognize them as orc made. But she had no time to think about that, as she managed to get a good tug on the legs of Hillevi's pants. The top of a pair of white briefs came into view, just above her buttcrack. And some violet humps that must have been some kind of lettering.

"No!" was all Hillevi managed to say this time, grabbing with all her might to try to keep her pants from coming down.

((Str 10+roll 1= critical fail = what the heck, I'll just write the next section so we can get to the next round!))

Hillevi's hands arrived at her waistband too late. Kalka managed to push her back into a sitting position just as the pants cleared her hips, and Hillevi was dragged across the floor a bit on her backside as the pants came free.

Hillevi looked down, dreading what she might see. On the crotch of her panties was an arrow pointing down, and the word, "Beware!" What could it mean? She threw both hands down to cover her crotch as she rose to her feet. But she turned, red-faced to the crowd when she heard chuckles coming from behind her.

As she turned her back to face the crowd, Kalka got to see what they were laughing at. The seamstress at the arena had carefully and elegantly embroidered the message, "Tiklebell the Peebringer" on the panties, right over her butt!

Hillevi lunged into the crowd, slapping a woman who was laughing more raucously than the others. She still didn't know what was so funny behind her. At least she still had her shirt on.

((Hillevi gives up her attack this round to go for the tavern patron...and has a -2 to defense next round because she has her back to her opponent))

Kalka could have jumped for joy as she removed the pants from her opponent. She was confused and... somewhat worried, as she read the stitching across the back of her opponents underwear, but the garment she was holding seemed dry enough, if a little uncomfortably warm.

The underwear she'd come in with was a lost cause, and Kalka was fine leaving Hillevi that particular pair, but she'd if she could grab the shirt too, she was golden.

Kalka came up behind Hillevi and tried pulling her off the woman, grabbing her around the chest from behind. Kalka had the other hand at the bottom of Hillevi's shirt, with Hillevi's pants under her armpit. She was pulling a drunk customer off of another patron, and throwing her out-- no one could complain, right?

((Str 10 + roll 3 = 13))

((Str 10 + roll 10 (I can't make this stuff up.) Defense success))

Hillevi felt her opponent grabbing her from behind, and with a judiciously-timed elbow strike, managed to knock the wind out of Kalka.

"You! This is all YOUR fault!" There was no telling if she was lying or if this made some logical sense to her drunken mind, but she went after Kalka, reaching for the banner again. Sure, the orc had her pants, but if the assault kept coming, she'd have no time to put them on.

((Str 10 + roll 9 to pull the banner off))

((Nice! I like those a lot!))

((Str 10 + roll 6 = 16. Defense fail!))

Hillevi's hands finally found their mark on the orc's outfit, and the worn banner finally gave out under the force of her pull. The knot tore, the pink fabric sliding off of an expanse of light and dark green. Her breasts bounced as the little support the dress was giving them was whisked away, and Kalka's body was finally revealed in full. Kalka was frozen for a split second; she'd discounted the idea that Hillevi would actually get the garment after so many failed attempts, but she soon let out a shout, clamping one hand over her dark green bush while the other held the pants across her chest.

Kalka's eyes narrowed on her opponent, who looked satisfied with herself at the orc's embarrassment, and forgetting her own nudity for a moment, reared back and arm to send it flying forward in a punch, hoping to knock the woman down for good and give herself time to redress.

((Str 10 + roll 2 = 12...))

((Thanks!!  There will certainly be more of Kalka before we are through...here is the little curve I planned--one can't fight in the tavern all night with total impunity--they have ways of dealing with it.))
((Str 10+ roll 4=successful defense))

Hillevi successfully dodged the punch, and throwing the banner far out of reach, attempted to take her pants back.

((Str 10 + roll 3))

It was at that moment, that a heavy-set tavern maid ran into the room, improbably holding two cream-pies.  "Cut this out!" she cried, forcing her way through to Hillevi, and smacking her in the face with one of them.
((Str 10 + roll 8 attacking Hillevi.))
((Str 10 + roll 1= critical defense fail))

The pie connected forcefully.  Hillevi was stunned, her face coated in cream.  As she wiped the cream from her eyes, she appeared to be on the verge of fainting.  In a moment or two, the warrior might become totally defenceless.

Kalka had seen this woman around the tavern often.  She also had a vague memory of being roughly handled and bounced from the bar by her, the night she was turned over to the guards.

((To clarify, she's still grabbing for the pants, and will defend herself if attacked the next round or two, but she looks like she's slowly losing consciousness))

((Str 10 + roll 10= Defense successful.))

Kalka was easily able to keep the pants away from Hillevi- though it did involve whisking them away from her chest for a moment, giving the audience another view of her dark green nipples. Thankfully, she was able to cover again as Hillevi was caught off guard by a barmaid with a pie. Kalka was happy for the break, but was less-than-happy to see the woman who had given it to her.

"Oh, it's you," she said to the woman who'd handed her into the Arena. "Don't get the wrong idea," she said, eyeing the other pie warily, "I was working here before she decided to start something! She drank too much, I was bouncing her out, like anybody would have done."

Her eyes darted between the potential pastry projectile and the shirt being worn by an increasingly unsteady Hillevi. She'd really like the shirt... but getting thrown out and/or pie'd as she was now was not ideal,  especially not when she still had a good few hours wages on the line. She waited for her coworker (superior) to react.

"Well, well..." said Niniane, thoughtfully.  "So you're one of my girls now.  Don't worry, I always protect my girls at the Bodice.  Still, you're quite worked up, you've really scared a lot of people, and could afford a nice nap.  Don't worry, it's just sleeping powder from the apothecary."

Hillevi was in the process of fainting right onto Kalka when Niniane threw the pie at her.

((Str 10 + roll 9 to pie Kalka))((Whoah, nicer roll than I could have hoped.   ))

"Woah, nonono, c'mon, just let me collect my pay and I'll--"

((Str 10 + roll 3 = 13. Defense fails.))

WHAP

"...leave."

Too worried that physically reacting to Niniane might cost Kalka her wages, the orc wasn't fit to defend herself when the barmaid actually went through with it. As much as she tried to keep the cream off of her face, she could feel it affecting her, and the suddenly-woozy orcish woman staggered as she forgot about covering herself, too busy using her arms to try and keep her balance.

"Oh, why...." Kalka shook her head, vision swimming. "I'd have just taken the gold and left..."

Wobbling on her feet as her breasts and butt did the same, Kalka tried to resist the effects of the apothecary's finest stuff, hoping that it would be less effective on a big, tough orc like herself.

((Con 10 + roll 4. Guess this counts as defense but I don't know how to count the "attack" in this situation.))

((Let's consider the apothecary's INT skill a 7?  Roll 9=16))

Kalka tried to fight the feeling coming over her, but the sleep powder was too strong.  She awoke in a decidedly unfamiliar position.  First, she noticed she was bent over; secondly, she couldn't move her arms.  Third, she felt the texture of wood if she tried to move her neck.  She was in a set of stocks!  Unfortunately, she was still naked, and still at the tavern.

"You waking up?  Sorry I had to do that, but everyone told me things were out of control in here.  Don't worry...you're still getting paid.  And the best news is that I'm letting you free well before letting out that orc-hater over there."

For now, Kalka could only summon a groan.  She was aware of the stares, laughs, and occasional gropes coming from the crowd around her.  She was still in the tavern, but considerably less formidable than when she could move.  This seemed to be emboldening the clientele.

"Oh, these stocks?  These are new...well, actually, they stood for decades in a small town to the south, but we just acquired them.  We needed some solution for troublemakers better than throwing them out.  I won't let you in there too long, just long enough to keep the boss happy.  And when I let you out, I'm going to walk away and not notice anything that happens to "Tinklebelle" over there."

Niniane gestured, and Kalka strained to turn her gaze, head caught in the wood as it was, but she managed to see Hillevi, as yet still unconscious, in a similar predicament.  Sadly, someone had already removed her shirt, so she was hanging in the stocks in her bra and ignominious embroidered underwear.

Niniane looked up toward a stairway that Kalka had been instructed not to use.  IT's where the 'management offices' were.  She nodded, and walked behind Kalka.  "Sorry hon, I'll try to keep this light, but management feels you've been a bit disruptive."  Kalka had a hint of what was coming, and her hunch was corroborated by a medium-hard smack against her bare backside.  She guessed the woman could have been hitting harder, but that only made it sting a little less.  After what seemed like another ten or so, there was a long pause, and Niniane appeared in front of her again.

"Sorry about that.  Actually, I've been instructed to make you an offer.  Or rather two.  The first one has to do with the woman in the crowd who was slapped by this brute over here (she gestured in the direction where Kalka knew Hillevi's stocks were, but the three-quarters orc wasn't about to crane her neck to see again; it was uncomfortable enough the first time).  She said she'll double your pay tonight, if you extract some satisfying revenge on that drunk.  It will be easy; she can't fight back like this."

Niniane paused.  "The other is a job offer.  How would you like to work here with me, taking down the drunk and disorderly?  You'd have a bit more freedom to defend yourself from the likes of that, and it would be very unlikely you'd end up like this again...although the city-guards are another matter, even for me."

"Look what you did!" one mysterious hooded figure whispered to the other, not quite accusingly, but not quite proudly.

"I know!" the other figure giggled. "You thought this would have quieted down by now, hmm?" The first figure nodded approvingly beneath her cloak.

"You'll become quite the trickster yet..." the first figured said thoughtfully, watching the brawl with a smirk. "I'm not sure we should have let her end up in the stocks, though. C'mon, lets go... reap some spoils?" she said, as if considering her phrasing carefully.

Among the myriad molestation Kalka suffered while she was in the stocks, she would hazily remember a very delicate pair of cool hands feeling up her bare ass cheeks in a very indulgent fashion. Perhaps the delicate hands that had felt her up and caused trouble for her earlier? Moments later, a warm, equally feminine pair of hands smoothed up over those buttocks and gave one a spank. These hands were definitely different, and a bit more bold -- whoever's silky-soft, warm hands these were, they were brave enough to run entirely over Kalka's crotch and through her bush.

Anyone in the area probably caught just a glimpse of the two grey-hooded figures, one at least a half a foot shorter than the other, and dressed so inconspicuously that they would've stood out, if not for the crowded bar. It seemed like they paused for just a short moment behind the green-skinned woman, as if exchanging conversation -- the fact that they were subtly copping feels was pretty well concealed.

"I'll stick around and make things go... justly, here," the taller figure said. The smaller one nodded. "Just hurry up, whatever you decide to do," she added, as the shorter figure grinned beneath her cowl and disappeared into the crowd.

...but it was at least a few minutes later when Christie the Grey popped her head over, curiously, to see what was going on.

"Ohh, she must've been one of the two involved in the little... scuffle," Christie offered sympathetically. "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt..." she said as sweetly as possible, a touch uncharacteristic for her, as she made no effort to disguise the fact that she was ogling Kalka's naked body. She even whistled as she craned her head to look slowwwly down the brawler's back, to her bottom.

"She's a fit one, isn't she? Yep, this one was clearly the orc-hater's fault, in my humble opinion..." she grinned to Ninianne, amicably, as she placed a hand on Kalka's bottom with a matter-of-fact spank that left her hand resting there on her buttock. The barmaid knew Christie as a regular, among other things... and any offers on her part to 'help' the situation would probably be considered 'rude' to turn down. In addition to being a... fun regular, Christie brought a lot of money in, quiet as kept.

"I didn't realize arena talent was also being used to serve drinks?" she giggled again, tousling Kalka's hair in an ultimately patronizing but somehow endeared fashion. "Lovely fight by the way," Christie whispered. "I mean, the way you just kind of... rode her face at the end, there," she added conspiratorially.

Her voice picked up again, "You should have seen her, Nini," Christie said to Ninianne, hoping her impromptu nickname didn't rub her the wrong way. "It was quite a sight!"

"Anyways, I'll get out of you two's hair; I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help, and, ah..." she glanced over at Hillevi with a glint in her eye. "Anything I could do to unhelp that one?" she finished, her grin a touch wicked.

"Oh, and this one... Kalka," she made sure to correct, speaking at first as if Kalka wasn't there, "provided excellent service tonight, and her next drink is on me." Christie winked, left a small leather bag of sparkling gemstones in Ninianne's hands that would probably cover her expenses for the next year, and went to skip away if she sensed her 'services' weren't needed.

((I uh, err... always hope my posts like this aren't too intrusive. I just couldn't resist but to poke my head in again. Some serious clues as to who precisely was messing with Kalka dropped here... all in good fun of course.

In any case feel free to respond to Christie and send her on her way, or have her stick around to monitor the festivities. She's fully prepared to bust out her 'arsenal' of personal toys or humiliating magics if the girls need any assistance. ^_^))

((You're always welcome as far as I am concerned!!)

At this point, Hillevi was coming to. At first struggling, her mind became conscious enough to understand that she was stuck in some very solid stocks, and her attempts were futile. Her shirt was now missing, although her bra and embarrassing panties were still in place, and her face was still dripping cream.

Niniane noticed the mercenary stirring, and went over and stood in front of her. Hillevi did speak but gritted her teeth and tried to look as menacing to the barmaid as possible. Niniane laughed, as it was hard to be menacing trapped in the stocks wearing only ridiculous underwear and pie dripping from one's face.

"You'll be alright," Niniane said, petting the mercenary on the hair with mock concern. "It was just some sleeping powder. On the other hand, the woman you messed with might be a bit peeved."

"Let me out!" Hillevi screamed. "Well, in lieu of an armed escort, I'm not sure that's really a great idea." Niniane responded, "you were quite belligerent before. I don't know what you have against the green girl over here, but she works here, and no one messes with girls who work here without messing with me. Understand?" The barmaid walked behind the mercenary and slapped her backside much harder than she had Kalka's for around a dozen smacks. About halfway through, she grabbed the embroidered panties and pulled them up into a sharp wedgie made especially painful by Hillevi's last experience in the arena. This evoked a childish whine from the powerful warrior. She suddenly realized how weak she sounded and took on a gruff voice, "I won't forget this! I'm going to get you for this."

Niniane smiled patronizingly. "You know, some people seemed to have recognized you from a bout at the arena a few days ago. Maybe I'll just go over here and leave you to the tender mercies of your adoring fans."

As the barmaid walked back over toward Kalka to let her out, Hillevi was subject to smacks and grabs from the crowd. One especially industrious patron found Kalka's soaking panties on the dirty floor, and shoved them into Hillevi's mouth as a gag. The mercenary's eyes would have bloodily massacred the woman if looks could do such a thing. The same patron picked up Hillevi's pants and shirt from the floor, and left with them.

Hillevi had no idea what she was in for.

((I don't mind Christie staying around to help out if TeratonArm is OK with it. She may make a formidable enemy, although she's been doing very poorly on the formidable part lately, in spite of her stats. 'Humiliating magics' sounds tempting as well, lol...))

((Christie may have been associated with whomever was messing with Kalka, but once again... it was all in good fun, and she's not about to let on that she was even remotely involved. I have some ideas for how she could 'enhance' Hillevi's humiliation (which i'll hold onto unless prompted), but as far as she's concerned, Kalka has been through enough and is even willing to offer her some 'clothing'
Maybe she has a 'backup,' stretched-out version of her dress that she thought was too ruined to be worn by a normal-sized lady. Perhaps something else that loosely passes as clothing. In any case, I'm just here to add to things, so, I'll be looking for you and teraton's thoughts on what Christie can bring to the table. Ideas are at the ready. ^_^ ))